Short Devotedly Poems
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Sunflower my soul, oh Lord,
Devotedly following
Thy
Never-setting sun of
Love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 January 2019
Can Cup My Hands
Can cup my hands to catch the rain;
Never ever take Lord's name in vein,
An old oak hollow;
Devotedly follow,
And in His arms will always remain.
Jim Horn
"Love tenderly given should be devotedly accepted."
~ by poet
Love is a fragile gift to be treasured
Never should it be questioned or measured
CHILD is the heart of human...
Listen when they speak
Treat them kindly.
Comfort them when they cry.
Teach them devotedly.
Correct them compossionately.
Love them unconditionally.
Child is the defeat of death.
Believe it or not- God
is always winner in
the game of Nature
Merged in oneness
is eternal entity
of nature
Endless path that is infested
with wild humans have to
walk devotedly
-October 28, Chattogram
Always believe caring…devotedly, eternally, fearlessly, graciously, humbly, incarnationally… joyously knits love more neatly on people’s qualms- releasing something truly unappreciated: very worthy xenodochial yearning zeal.
The ABC’s of Joy
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Approve blissfully. Caress.
Devotedly excite. Faith.
Give harmony. Incite Joyfulness.
Keep laughter’s merriment.
Never overlook paradise’s qualifications.
Remember. Smile! Thrive unendingly.
Vanquish worldliness.
Xoxoxox!!! Youthful zeal.
Lonely I am, with boyfriend she visits jointly
Places flowers, burns candle, prays devotedly
Six feet deep, Heart burns on her every return
Hitendra, lovers swear, first one, after Burial to Burn*
* Hindus burn dead ones
(Entry for Members Contest - Poetic Epitaph by Andrea Dietrich )
Why do I feel the tears wet my inside lids?
It’s not the pain but then again it might be.
The tender mind’s so easily stabbed with pins.
In motion, can’t be undone by cup of tea.
Lingers at my side, devotedly. I hurt
for my shin, calf, ankle, thigh I can’t exert.
It’s psychological as well as throbbing.
It’s not anyone’s fault, I feel like sobbing.
In the USA, it is The Federal Reserve that ultimately rules,
over all of us, the president's administration too.
The president's administration has pledged to devotedly serve,
all of their superiors on the board of The Federal Reserve.
We The People,
all blindly follow,
all they who continue to devotedly serve,
that handful of bankers, lawyers and businessmen,
who comprise The Federal Reserve.
Iran, cradle mine, oh my crib sublime
How I have grown to love thee
You my refuge, so devotedly mine
Have now rejected me so profoundly
Imprisoned am I and here alone
As I search your strength in vain
Mother mine with your heart of stone
You have turned our bond to pain
Whose arms must I seek as I cry?
Will I ever have your love again?
Can what we had just merely die?
Am I orphaned now by such disdain?
Something.
A put on something.
Just piece of paper.
A greater something.
Telling my devotion .
A foolish something.
Saying a special you.
A way of something.
To know your heart.
A plead for something.
Liking you to know.
A make it something.
Devotedly to you.
A beyond something.
Known as truly.
A heavenly something.
Given to all eternity.
A Valentine something .
Saying I LOVE YOU.
Form:
DID IT RAIN LAST NIGHT JESUS?
So Jesus and all his apostles were on acid one day
Tripping out while devotedly they'd pray
Suddenly the apostles swore the Son Of Man was walking on water
They swore on the souls of their every son and daughter
They stood there amazed in a stoned out and sacrosanct huddle
But I know the truth is Jesus was simply standing in a very large puddle
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Wind,rain,sun and snow,
All God`s creations, He wants us to know.
Tragedies,crimes of unfaithfulness draw near.
Read the Holy Testament.
God will silently hear.
Homeless,battered,hungry ; futures unclear.
Stop! Seek guidance.
Ask for God`s forgiving ears.
Missionaries and churches engage in battle.
They shake Satan`s chains.
Can you hear them rattle?
Disciples of Emmanuel devotedly fight,
Marching in Gods army,
Casting holy vision, forever bright.
The ancient oak
elegantly extends
its gnarled and weathered roots.
Seizing life from fertile soil,
its lustful thirst sated
from springs that generously flow,
devotedly, unseen.
It scatters beauty,
sweeping freely
'cross a shifting sky,
waltzing with
a wayward wind,
solidly swaying upon
seasonal whims...
I am that Oak
when I am with you,
firmly grounded,
yet swept away.
Quenched by your caress,
swayed by your strength,
I can bend with the years
that claim me.