Short Hymn Poems
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A song yet unsung,
my prayer in the wind
Its blessing assured
—eternity’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
A song yet unsung,
my prayer in the wind
A blessing assured,
—eternity’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
In a graceful caw,
A raucous praise resonates:
Worship in the fields.
_________
For Brian’s
HYMN OF HARVEST
Contest
Caught in this web of lies
where volume may the truth disguise
will Union o’er two hundred years fail
can reason over rant prevail?
When you feel like ants in your pants
Just put on the music and dance!
Wherever you are
Strum an air guitar
With a melody for romance!
If Donald J. Trump is a saint
God knows just whatever he ain't
Trump knows every sin
And where to begin
Its enough to make Judas faint!
A pub that's typically Welsh
Has music the English can't squelch
Hymns and arias rule
But, like any gene pool,
The loudest is always a belch!
Won't you come, my friend?
Jesus awaits patiently
With warm, loving arms...
"Jesus I Come to Thee": Published in 1887 - Written by George C. Stebbens
Tales are unfinished.
They begin with little scribbles;
and flow through time
Until His sovereignty pervades
And the chores of breakfast forgotten .
The spire of our church caught on fire
So the Bishop sang with the choir
When out of the mire
A voice would enquire,
"Who on earth is that two-faced liar?"
Don't think they will stop this creative writing spree.
But they are free to keep the sunshine for themselves;
I’d rather continue being best friends with the moon.
One wretched sinner
One lost, drowning soul is saved
By thee, precious Lamb...
"Just as I Am"
Poem by Charlotte Elliot (1835) Music by William B. Bradbury (1849)
Jake
It is not safe for you
To enter the forest
That belongs to the
Macaon natives
And I feel that the macaon natives
Feel that you are coming to
Destroy their forest
Any time now
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Love hymn:
Whosoever believe that Jesus is the Christ
Is born of God and everyone that loveth Him
That we got love him also that is begotten of Him
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
quite small feathered things
humming sounds thru beating wings
music nature brings
Aug.16.2018
Hummingbird Haiku
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
N/A for contest
Amazing grace
a hymn that stirs my emotions
I do not know all the words
but I know enough
And I know the feeling
Of belonging
of being forgiven
of being loved
of being one of His
Amazing grace
There's a song in the air
there's a star in the sky
there's a mother's sweet prayer
and a baby's low cry.
Always
No matter what you believe or think
or feel
It's stuffed
into your stocking
Thank God!
There are things I'd rather
burn in hell for than
admit that I have done
'Cept anxiety
is pushing me
towards honesty
That foreign land foreboding
wander it could be loading
peace and love for all eternity.
The light burns brightest,
that burns within
Embers warm,
as memory dims
That final verse,
an Angel’s hymn
The light burns brightest
—that burns within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
nightfall comes again
howls wander like a lost cloud
shattering iced air...
until hymn of stars rises
to kindle faith’s melody
Regina Riddle's Hope, Faith And Love
Tanka Contest
8/26/2014
The light burns brightest,
that burns within
The embers warm,
as memory dims
That final verse,
an Angel’s hymn
The light burns brightest,
—that burns within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
We worship the meatball-breasted
Slug-eyed One
Who is fragrant with tomato sauce
Who nourishes us well
Liberates us from hunger
For the sake of full bellies
Even while the cucumbers
Ferment in the refrigerator.
Heart stroke with a tornado.
Just be my weirdo.
You are stud.
You bloomed my heart bud.
Your relationship status is a mystery .
You being single is my victory.
You be mine,
And let's set the things fine!
Be-bop, shu-baby-bop,
the blues on fire
The strings an accelerant,
the harp but a pyre
The melody unseen,
its heartbeat within
Be-bop, shu-baby-bop
—reality’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
I have a religion too.
Most mornings after a rough night of drinking and playing the "come home with me" game
with women,
I wake up content next to my lovers
with a glorious flag flying full mast in praise of my godess.
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