Short Idols Poems
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idols become gods
leaving churches desolate
like ancient ruins
rising without glory
but still reaching for heaven
Grand basilicas
built to papal false idols
of graven image -
to apostate relics from
pagan Rome and Babylon!
It didn't need to grow wings, it floats on the breeze.
Or...
If you don't believe science, you might as well pray to idols.
He is
Eager to
Acquire a
Victory for you
Eternal love
Never ending
Let go of the idols of this world
You are always protected by Him
hearts of glass
hurled through air
in pieces
plastic idols
nesting dolls
caned by fear
opaque tears
swept beneath
smiling lacquer
On the zig zag zenith
we will polarize
the camps between us
who don't realize
the gullible draft
of the patient soul
complacent idols
we will leave unwhole.
A Greek 'god' of wisdom
Athens' patron goddess.
Acts chapter seventeen
Apostle Paul teaches
All should repent to God
And to stop worshiping
Any man-made idols
Hate not the clouds that roar;
Feel happy, seeing their outpour!
Glare not at the chisels that cut you hard;
Mind, they turn you into the idols of high regard!
Daughter, sister,
Wife, mother,
Adjectives of kinship
Are worthy of worship
Markers of purity,
Idols of sanctity,
Yet victims of atrocity!
Strange cozenage of sanctity!!
Form:
Once upon a golden calf
is now a raging bull
Once a saviour walked on water
now He walks on oil
Surrounded by disciples bent
on scorching fertile soil
Oligarchies drunk on power
will never have their full
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ultimate expressions
appear
are they genuine
or
no
perhaps
a worship of false
idols
these poems
of my soul
once anonymous
now
cast free
to drip
within me
by day
by night
The icons are falling
As idols are rising
Perhaps for their gifts
Being spared coming rifts
For the poets we grieve
Are of this fabric's weave
They are this tapestry
The fibre of our society
And they have marked us so indelibly
Praise not icons
But follow the unseen
God's larger than a portrait
That of faith and blood is what washes you clean
So be strong and wise
And do not make a graven image of thee
Repent and be earnest
Because great rewards await thee
Latter day idols
Scrape the sky and
Stand as Monuments;
Harboring the corruption of men.
A true monument
Stands out in the open.
The real beauty
Forgotten by the Creators.
Beneath the feet of these giants,
Lay solemn foundations of hope.
Fight for justice is a non-ending battle
The disillusioned public believes in false idols
Rapid heart throbs of the average person
For they fear what will become of this world
Feeling as small as a pawn on this chessboard
The average person is terrified.....
There just below the surface,
more present than you know
A prophetic Jeremiah,
calls out to us to know
His message serves as warning,
“False idols block the light”
Our gateway through the darkness
—his vision gifting sight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Eden
source paradise
of Hawaiian islands
not their idols, yet their beauty
Heaven
better
parousia
judgment comes; and too, grace
purification of the earth
restored
bye, sin
goodbye to death
hello to our Savior
Creator of magnificence
and rest
Delilah's pleasures
Her head lain in Samson's lap
Blind, he grinds around
Concubines' treasures
Solomon's Playboy Mansion
Kingdom of idols
Bathsheba's gestures
Rivers and blood David stole
Hid to no prophet
Stronger have fallen
Your resistance is futile
If you compromise
Alluvial prayers cast in gold
Reverence capitalized
Christianity besieged
His excellency pardons
Begging paupers of virtue
Indulgence contaminates
Seeks marble idols at church
Heaps insincerity
Onto faith and religion
Purchases circle of sins
06th February 2020
Some hands write novels, poetry, lyrics
Some hands carve idols
Some shape statues
Some hands design buildings
Which artist greatest?
Which art noblest?
All human creations
Yet vary their value
Men destined for different fates
Someone the tip of the hat,
Someone the crust of humility.
Feel its fury
hear it roar
Avenging Angel
vengeance born
Apostatic
idols vain
Bear the sentence
its will proclaims
Chants of guilt
awaken sinners
From their dark
infected dreams
O’er the mountains
to the ocean
Heaven’s rage
—its verdict screams
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
the stearn bear
ate the bull
as meat unto idols
(the idle mammals
of mammon
on fence road)
the bags of king Midas filled
as offense rose
the comstock lode
dropped
bovines into stockyards
and the slaughterhouse rules
(u.s.) Pavlovian fools
You're never too old to dream,
one to a hundred, just dream.
Imagine a life on a yacht,
traveling all about,
imagine being out on a stage,
where stars, and idols are made,
imagine a mansion on a hill,
with no mortgage, or other bills,
imagine any thing you please,
God gave us dreams, and they are free.
Lust is like the salt of the sea.
The artificial Ambrosia or Siren's fomented Mead.
Augmenting thirst, the more you drink.
Forgetting the drink came first. Then came a thirst.
To be unshackled to idols in idle mutiny.
Before the fermentation of idolatry. Figureheads,
flotsam and shipwrecks on the seven stormy seas.
How hard to force things?
It is so hard to force
a hater to love.
It is so hard to stop cameleons
to change colours.
It is so hard to force rabbits
to drink waters.
It is so hard for snakes
to stop lies.
It is so hard for Idols
To have emotions.
May 30/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris