Short Messianic Poems

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Burnt Verse: Silhouettes Ii

Tall men spit messianic prose To disciples pawning choice Their knowledge like a cancer grows A doppelgänger's endless voice
© Dan Keir  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse


Sign of the Times

25/04/2018
Sign Of The Times



Surely
Ignorance is bliss,
Going about
Not knowing
Of impending
Finality.
Times end.
Happy knowing
Each day
Together
Is special.
Messianic times.
Earnestly search your
Soul.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member St Valentine

St. Valentine was a
loving saint – saw only
love, rejecting all hate –
considered love a blessed
fete – his purpose and his
mission. He extolled
the healing nature of Christ; 
mixing spiritual intimacy with 
man's usual rice – Proclaiming 
Christ His Messianic lover –  
both Bride and Groom, the
the Ultimate Wedding, and 
the Ultimate Bloom....

Premium Member Business As Alarmingly Usual

Business As Usual
LeftBrain dominance
is fully over-invested
in the highly suspect theory

That Patriarchal/Capitalist monocultural
monotheistic intent
is fundamental to gospel
good news creation stories
and messianic anthro/divine nondualistic narratives

In which Spiritual StraightMen protagonists
outflank
and dualistically outrank
unnatural wicked EarthFeminists.

Premium Member Messianic Jews

Messianic Jews, kindred believers,
weep in joy,
Our sweet Yeshua cleansed and saved
all of us with His suffering sacrifice.
He walks among His faithful,
death and sorrow defied.

In Hebrew, you lift up your voices,
singing a thankful prayer,
"Toda Raba,
shalom u'vrakha, our Yeshua!"
He hears, His radiance, 
His love eternal,
shining in the sunbeams,
illumining His Sacred Heart. ~


We'Ve Got the Dreamer's Disease

Pulling joyfully their curtains wide
Allowing love's rays her, beauty's light
New Radicals, you've got the music in you
Seraphims escorting serendipity's twenty-first
Century his jinni appears gayety her garland pastel
Mesdemoiselles their colours rich as oils this Helen of Troy 
Menage menagerie; resilient, these spirits the child, whom believes
Wearing flash floods but hey we do it in style: jill, an infant's Messianic retreat.
Form:

God's Place

Celestial hues of blues and indigo fantasies dancing beneath the moonlight soft in a field full of golden chanterelles luminous stars of silver quiver in the night sky ; Musical lyres shine proud filled with Holy chords inside the midnight hour thrums of silence partner, with Messianic clouds A mass of angels appear in the Palindrome of heaven, and suddenly everything is crystal clear, about what God is doing here.

For Trump

Pondering Parallels of the Bed Partners of the Jews #1 ____________________________________________ 
Catholics as the messianic people. 


Pondering Parallels of the Bed Partners of the Jews #2 _____________________________________________ 
The Papacy as the messianic government & Vatican as the messianic
state.


Pondering Parallels of the Bed Partners of the Jews #3
_____________________________________________
The Catholic's legalism.



© S. Wesley Mcgranor

Premium Member Brilliant Resilience

Singing with outside 
transcendent
ego-theistic
wealthy resonant voice
while dancing inside 
Eartheistic
healthy resilient choice

RePresents ancient sacred reconnections
of messianic verbal thoughts
invoking bodhisattva nonverbal feelings

Amusing muse vocations
re-presenting compassionate communications
contentiously contenting
indigenous EarthTribe wisdom

Singing while dancing
mindbody
humanely divine
crown/root chakra
expanding circles of resonant
resilience.

Messianic Thighs

They found her folded over her kneecaps
between the black mirror in the heart of his tires
and the grimy curb tugging shamelessly at her skirt,
her face to the sky and her eyes full of stars.

    -It's not beautiful-
She said to no one in particular.

So they picked her up and brought her back inside.
She laughed while they washed the blood off her legs,
holding her arms out like the cross -
stainless steel under all her bones,
the rust from his nails
corroding her heartbeat.
sad

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