lovers Concerns
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Idealism tripped over it's shoe laces
chivalry sat on the floor
expectations of a lover
crumbled a mountain
her Glamware was to hard to ignore
unrealistic romantic standards
guide foolish people
seems they alway missing out
treats still bring laughter
tricks still kind people in doubt
from my understanding of love
it's a two way thing
simple expectations
still make hardworking people dream
Love in it's worthiness
is worth more than gold
prosects of finding love
is a mystery often untold
You gotta be truest to me in our doings
keeping our lovers respect
faithful to one another and everything
even when we reject
we aint jiving and we
need to figure it out
that what love really is
that's what love is all about
Citing religous hindering
often comes from those someone else
putting us gainst one another
tryna keep us in conflict
there non traditional ways
cause us to devalue our own
let stay together my lady
keep our voices in our lovers tone
The Good Book I read more than twice
when church was in my life.
I went to every Sunday school,
and always I thought the Golden Rule was God’s best advice.
Religous folks and those not so -
I’ve met the lot of them.
Most churches teach there’s but one way
that back to heaven we may go.
These kinds of things – they’ve puzzled me.
The longer that I lived,
I realized there was so much more
than one theology.
More than half the world knows not
even half the things
I believed to be the truth
from all that I’d been taught.
Away from church I would drift
in my middle age,
but I still find there are things
that give my soul a lift.
Nature is religion too.
The rainbow is God’s art:
sunrise, sunset, mountains, fields
and oceans deep and blue.
If you ask me, I can’t say
what church is right or wrong.
But I cannot ever doubt
God wants for us to pray.
Our life on earth is like a school
for us to prove our worth.
I’m positive the soul moves on
and great truth (I STILL believe) is in the Golden Rule!
May 19, 2021
for Unseeking Seeker's Religion Or Spirituality Poetry Contest
the sound of temple bell brings me peace writing.com prompt
the sound of a temple bell
ringing in the crisp mountain air
in the buddhist temple
deep in the mountains
brings me peace
and joy
and fills me with happiness
as I contemplate
the meaning of buddha
and seek to find
peace
in the everyday life
around me
and I ring the bell
again
wishing hoping
for an end
to our suffering
on this planet
of ours
Easter - The SON Rises!
Friday comes,
The SON struggles
The cross weighs
On his back, bare
On the cross
The SON rises
The earth shakes
Then the SON, sleeps
Daylight comes,
The sun rises
Easter comes,
The SON rises,
Mid day comes.
The sun rises.
Easter hears
The SON speak
Twilight comes
The sun sets
Easter ends
The SON Rises!
Comments: This is my Easter poem. Started around Easter, I’m happy to finish it. All these years later, I’m still hopeful and Catholic at heart. FEEDBACK WELCOME
NoelsArt
At one time
I thought socialism
was the way to go
But I am entitled to change my mind
I still think working people often have a tough time
here in the U.S.A.
But in the former S. Union
They had it much tougher
The years go on
and the memories of my relatives
dims in the tumult of the years
My grandmother's and my great
aunts Marxism
have faded into shadow
On the other side of my family
they were rather conservative and
religous
I do not think much of D. Trump
But compared to Joe Stalin
he is an angel
I plan to vote
I always do
That is - according to my mother
what they - meaning our armed forces
died for
I am so drunk already reading all this religious tripe n nonsense
Give us all please - a rest !
Never trust a man who doesn’t drink
He is probably a righteous sort
A man who thinks he knows right from wrong
Some of them are good men
But in the name of goodness
They cause most of the suffering in the world
They are the judges
The meddlers
Never trust a man who refuses to get drunk
They are usually afraid of something deep down inside
Of themselves
You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself
They are either a cowards or a fools
Forgive my arrogance
but I speak the truth
I am wiser than all religious folk
because neither of us know anything of the great or the good
but they fancy they know something
as I do not know anything so I do not fancy to say so !
Yet I appear to be wiser than them because I know what I do not know !
A people lost in time, in the lands of Saladin.
Trapped in a slow world, that's spinning faster.
Drowning in their confusion, they cry out,
none are heard, ears of hatred stay unaware,
they reap the harvest of fear, without mercy.
Seeking fruit from shadowed endeavors,
without form, draped in death
Nursing on swollen breasts of religious fever,
nurtured by Ayatollas, who wear the tarnished key to heaven.
Preaching rage,
words are a cloak to be worn as protection.
Everyone hated but true followers of their religous zeal
books are burned, intelligence becomes dead leaves,
to be swept away with yesterday
by brooms of self-righteousness.
A Holy War,
where children suffer, their minds bent.
Another generation lost.
Another generation confused.
Another generation caught in a time,
they will never understand.
1/12/16
I am so drunk already reading all this religious tripe n nonsense
Give us all please - a rest !
Never trust a man who doesn’t drink
He is probably a righteous sort
A man who thinks he knows right from wrong
Some of them are good men
But in the name of goodness
They cause most of the suffering in the world
They are the judges
The meddlers
Never trust a man who refuses to get drunk
They are usually afraid of something deep down inside
Of themselves
You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself
They are either a cowards or a fools
Forgive my arrogance
but I speak the truth
I am wiser than all religious folk
because neither of us know anything of the great or the good
but they fancy they know something
as I do not know anything so I do not fancy to say so
Yet I appear to be wiser than them because I know what I do not know
Menachem Schneerson is dead
J.R.R. Tolkien is dead
Alan Watts is dead
All of the great religous theorists and thinkers
will eventually turn to dust
Is there life after death?
Some people think so
Let's hope we see each other
in the sweet bye and bye
The world we live in is full of pain
But the great thinkers can relieve that pain
If only for that brief moment which is life....
Religous idols mar my vision
because all truth needs more excision.
I seize the dawn for my volition,
you melt within your own contrition!
Be sure it fits in tightly, scold
Oh generations old . . . not old
that barter out my time ~ e'er sold,
youth's handicap is listening's mold!
I think~ I can't ~ should place the role
nor booze, nor cigarettes, now tolled!
Don't count on me, for margin's hold
my strength from now on in, is BOLD!
An activism's strength unfolds
the hope of courage seals, enfolds!
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For activism's best endeavors.
Norman Vincent Peale
Who lived his life with religous zeal.
Witneesed his cousins leather strap demeaner.
Glad for his home, where the grass seemed greener.
He'd turn and crank the bell of his youth.
As he learned to thank God he was raised with couthe.
I read in a short story he wrote, he rang this doorbell from his grandma's old house and it would bring him back to his childhood days back in a quaint little town.
We brought the inspirations passed
down to us by the generations
and taught weakness in some politically
religous way.
I am sure I backed it all up with stories
of legends, men who heard the words
of the creator, in those days they were called prophets
but today they are schizafranics.
We bumped shoulders in the mall when
Christ time came, on a unknown day before the
weekend, as we carefully watch the nasdaq rise and fall.
Help them to understand
Pretend they are children from a different world
open all the right books and all the right papers
But be sure if you can
At the end of the day the lesson doesn't lead to
some kind of bank.
By spiritual statements
Of a material slave ship
Continplate this
Day witch
end sadly
do we pretend bad dreams?
Actually?
Are we all an image of insainity?
I'm paniking and stagering
to get up and see this place
with my bleedin face
can you concieve this pain
the demons make
like preachin faith
you reach for gates
of conciousness
losing confedence
and common sense
like days without complements
i've gotta get
beyond this trip, inside my head
these are the symptoms silence feed
to a person with a violent rep
i'm coming with silent steps
your pupils and eye lids spread
lets talk
about your blessed cross
that rejects all
that are infidels
my life force is original
not integral
your faith is conditional
like religous fools
that invision truth
just to kick the youth
is this the roots
of society?
Premonition
We have this hidden talent in us,
which often gets denied,
we think that cos we're different,
that we will get despised,
sometimes the religous,
think that Satan comes to ride,
when you make a prediction,
and the truth does come to pass,
from inside,
then you worry did you cause it,
with thoughts of happenings, at last,
and doubts an worry for which,
he died alack, alas,
I said Charlie could be dead by monday,
and by God, oh yes he was,
bloody premonition one day,
feeling bad, for just because...
Don Johnson
Russell it is my sometimes curse,
to relate the awful worse,
no enjoyment comes,
with thoughts of death of some,
a curse becomes....
on ya Nancy of the Jones,
knowing thaings me dog jus moans,
poetry is good for some,
suk it up i''ll have to sum
alone...
It rained THIS year around Eid.
Rained both, clear... and blood.
And the land was cleansed by the following morning.
(For those unaware, Eid is a religous festival celebrated by Muslims)
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