Short Sainthood Poems
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1.Ain Mashaq Trataka
2.Visualizing the naqsh
3.Divine Spark(source)
4.Divine Sparks(Hub)
5.Tasarruf(influence)
A to Z of Sainthood...
“Greatness”…the goal of ermined kings,
“Sainthood”…nun and priest,
“Fame”…the troubadour who sings,
“Mankind”…the charnel worms who feast.
Insatiable shadows
senselessly seeking
spiritual sainthood.
Stealing……….
shiny symbols
staged senses
swaggering sanities.
Insurmountable sorrow.
Once there was a man called witch-saint
balanced in witchcraft and sainthood
some say he is a good witch
some say he is a bad saint
bloody fellow could be from heavenhell
to be a saint
injure your hands
with giving
torture your soul
with compassion
bruise your feet
with gospel journeys
bite your tongue
with preaching
leave your comfort
go to streets
sainthood is there
I don't need the pity
Or a misery driven sainthood
I am not a champion of pain
Regretful princess
My kingdom is a dumpster fire
But sometimes I can't help loving the parts of me I find laughing in the corner, holding the matches
The artist builds and reveals his dream
Of the women he paints
Each woman equal on his canvas
Each woman lovely
Each woman made on Sainthood
Each woman angelic
The Artist reveals the beauty of all women
His finished canvas is his desire for them
The artist builds and reveals his dream
Of the women he paints
Each woman equal on his canvas
Each woman lovely
Each woman made on Sainthood
Each woman angelic
The Artist reveals the beauty of all women
His finished canvas is his desire for them
"Copyright (C) Mirassou 2008"
My grandchildren will fight the bonfire for my paintings after I am dead.
Their parents will try to nix it, but they will insist, for I’ll be a saint then.
My paintings are stacked all over my house, in my bathtub and under the bed.
I can hardly wait for my death, when my sainthood can truly begin.
aches
heartbreaking
i have been misunderstood
mistakes
breathtaking
I never said I was good
pancakes
lovemaking
I will never attain sainthood
moments
so brief
Filled with loneliness
ailments
of grief
Plagued by emptiness
His existence is my bane
A fate I hate
poignantly
He leaves again
I wait
patiently.
Most of my flying now
is restricted to planes,
feet less able to
“trip the life fantastic” --
age having slowed fast living
to delayed starts and early
finishes –
joining the genuflecting
lines, many of us
striving for sainthood
in latter years, fingering
rosaries – chanting on knees
converts
at Altar of years….
I guess, next to actual
transfiguration, writing
is closest I will ever come
to sainthood. Not that
everything about me
needs correcting, the
old nun would scold me
with a suspicious smile –
for more than once I saw
her sneak a candy from her
top desk-draw, just before
lunch, and the Sacrament
of Grace...
I forgave her
with a smile....
You gaze at me with
eyes described as limpid ...
so clear and pure.
You are a dog
with eyes that suggest
the idea of a great love.
Love as an idea,
or a feeling that fills
your so wise eyes?
You are more than a dog
as you sigh and snore
and sometimes ignore
my adoration.
You are seriously
in line for sainthood
here in this sanctified space
You Rule!
The bowels of madness
Trekked with dark watchful eye
Through terror and agony-
The fever of society unconscious
Vault these cliffs
With steel backed bone
Alone, dangling
Then, as the dawn shown
The most riveting surprise
Rejuvenation through soil
Rushing, penetrate the surface
Of mass hypnosis
You will soar as phoenix-
reborn in the beastly beauty
Sainthood to walk with man
Wilayat(sainthood)is a special spark which
God bestows upon His chosen men only by
virtue of His grace and favour.According to
me sainthood is the active stage of divine energy
which is found in divine spark also known as Huzoori
which means presence of activated divine energy.
Note.Najeeb Sultan sahib kya haal hai ap ka??.
Peeri Mureedi kaisa chal raha hai hahahahaha?
She walks alone and has such airs,
though airless be the things which she desires.
She smiles throughout, as each blow falls,
with the martyrless grace that sainthood requires.
She takes such pride, though there be none,
in each and every task she is assigned.
Then bending low,
with so much care,
lends grace and beauty to man’s most unrefined.
Lailat al Miraj
The night of urooj ascent
Holy Prophet attained spiritual ascension to a higher level
His mind generated enormous amount of divine energy
Divine energy is the source of sainthood and Prophethood
The unique journey of insight and manifestation
Neither mental illness nor magician's trick.
Note.Divine spark serves as a key for access to unlock divine energy..
Listen to poem:
The Conundrum of Adam
David J Walker
Having forgone my claims
On sainthood
I stand naked for all of
Nature to see
I am Adam and the
Part of me that is Eve is
Missing and may be
Reclaimed only in
permissive sin
and contrary to reports
the purport of my innocence
is exaggerated
I am a willing sinner
Unaware of snakes or apples
Unable to remember
The words of God
Only the odd meaning of the
Conundrum resonates
Created brink of poverty's role
a Eucharistic pool of drool
abomination from a fool
incriminating from self rule!
Discover Faith, the sainthood tool
and rediscover self, God's yule.
No celebration need extend
or bow to legacy's pretend!
A soul's conflict with space extend
and so decipher, what we've been
to belly up, we miss the trend
of going further, losses tend!
As looking back, mistakes contend
while roads of glory ~ brighter bend!
Every day is a page to write a new story.
It doesn't matter how many typos there
are in your story. History has a lot of typos
not only done by hap hazard folks,
but also people who were deified and given
sainthood. It doesn't matter what writing
style you use; John Lennon, Nelson Mandela,
Mahatma Gandhi....all had their own styles.
Blessed with a new day to live each sunrise,
is a moment to write a new story. A page
has to be written something....
15 guns,
And what do you get?
Not much older,
And always in debt.
No sainthood with Peter,
That won't do!
And I forgot to tie,
My other shoe!
I woke up one morning,
A bout half past nine.
No change for coffee,
Didn't have a dime!
Peter if you're a saint,
Why don't you know?
Those 15 guns,
Can't put on a show!
15 guns,
And what do you get?
I owe my soul,
To the gun owners show!
Mary Teresa from remote Albania all the way
came as a young girl to India to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to become a benign missionary of God.
Home she brought the sick and the destitute,
who got new lives under her divine care absolute.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could
as Mother Teresa before entering the sanctum of sainthood.
December 22, 2020
Contest : Clerihew
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Saints and sinners it
all comes from within
us. Showing compassion
with a burning passion,
helping others over there
hurdles. Shooting people
down with an awful frown,
throwing nasty words of
bitter haste around. We are
all sinners far from Sainthood
yet it's understood what it is
to be terribly rude. Nasty
deeds come from a certain type
of breed, it's a countdown of days.
Not caring for others is a slippery
slope towards evil ways
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