Short Worshiped Poems
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SYMBOL
A static symbol
placed into an
ink well soon
becomes the
illusion ~~
worshiped as
real as life
:: ~ ::
a 5-7-5 (not sure if it could be called a senryu)
In some Southern states,
nature rivaled Corona.
We worshiped at home.
April 12, 2020
i picked a stray
stone and chiseled myself a
god; then I worshiped
~Contest: Stones
~Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco.
Once I felt that love was mine
I nevermore worshiped at her shrine
I should have known what would come next
On my tombstone these words ~ ‘her ex’
resurrecting gods worshiped in our dreams
reality of what is, is denied
relinquishing belief borne by thought streams
with the pulse of clear truth choose to abide
i grew up next to
and worshiped in a whorehouse
called a church
where I raised many a supplication
on bent knees,
though very few were answered
except the prayers I wasn’t holy enough to pray
The beau idéal of art commemorates Frida Kahlo's
Habitual self-portraits donning Mexican dahlia halos
Worshiped feminist by LGBTQ & Chicano cult artsy
Wife of master mural painter both activists in leftist party
Pity the poor Communists
Who misjudged humanity’s dark side
Pity the poor capitalists
Who worshiped unbridled greed
Hooray for Buddhists
Who choose a third path
Mindfully controlling greed
Reducing the “I ness”
Embracing a higher consciousness
Church At Pergamum
Lived at Satan's seat
But were strong in faith
God found problems though
Some members did wrong
Some did sex sins
Worshiped false gods
God said repent
Turn from your sin
God will come
Swiftly to
Judge the wrong
Reward
The just
Great!
You question why I am so scared
Because I have climbed on to the backs of
men who couldn't carry me
I worship at the feets of men who
only worshiped my body
I have fed men who left me empty
I have watched men danced at the gaze
of my attention only to walk away
in the darkness of the night
where skin and finger tips our only sight
rubbing noses and our cheeks
passions reaches higher peaks
our universe where we are one with God
our sacred touch
loved, worshiped, laud
bodies explode it's supernova
and rapping limbs fold over and over.
Form:
Hannah was favored,
But Peninnah was fertile-
Both, wives of one man.
Peninnah provoked
Hannah til she cried to God
For an open womb.
Elkanah trembled
With Hannah, the wife he loved
After they worshiped.
God was exalted.
Peninnah's voice was silenced
By Hannah's promise.
Gleaming, constricting-
Swallowing Ancient worship
Anaconda creeps.
* Anacondas were once, and perhaps still are, revered and worshiped as
A God figure to Amazonian tribal natives. Anacondas are also one of the
few animals who actively seek, and ambush, human prey.
A. Green
I
OPEN AS A BLOSSOM
EMBRACED YOU
I
WRAPPED MY MIND
AROUND YOU
WORSHIPED YOU
LIKE A GOD
FELT YOU IN MY BONES
AND BREATHED YOU IN
AT EVERY CHANCE
THEN THE DAY DAWNED
ON ANOTHER LOVE
LEAVING YOUR MYSTERY
LIMP AND DEFEATED
BESTILL THE NIGHT
MY HAPHAZARD DREAM
ENDS AS IT BEGAN.
2000
matchless texture is it not to thee
fictious in devotion for it can be
worshiped by many but few devour
peacfull it is to see an angels myth
brings pleasure to all humans bliss
wonderer of thy wings hith
thou art pure by body and soul
eyes have not seen thy lashes roll
nor wings to fall but rather call
belief is the end
of your awareness
inching snails shrivel
mango groves pregnant
awareness is foolish perfect
mystery of trinity worshiped
black or white blood
is red and warm
today is the
beginning of to
morrow and the
end of yesterday
the end
absconding thoughts
i am forty my
mother
confessed
Form:
Verily I say unto you dear child, the time shall come has now arrived....
Wherein Our Father from heaven shall neither be worshiped atop this mountain
Nor any other place: for His beauty is seeking they whom shall worship Him ?
In Spirit and truth ~ Love's finger tracing these signs a drop of blood unto her dust.
Form:
Meeting at your church, we sat side by side.
Our fingers, interlaced, were dancing!
Sometimes you’d pause to trace my palm
in silent adoration.
I worshiped you in turn,
for you touched my soul
with new joy while
the preacher
preached of
love.
For Regina Riddle's "A Special Memory" Poetry Contest
I am the marionette
My strings moved by the hand
I cannot walk or stand
Without the aid of it
I am the marionette.
I am the hand
The master puppeteer
The strings that hold you here
Worshiped by all who stand
I am the hand.
I am the end
I will cease all things
Cutting all those strings
I am enemy and friend
I am the end.
Drizzle down the crops
~usually dry in Spain~
raindrops are worshiped
rain is expected
~for a future oasis~
in a new dessert
without any trees
~not a refuge from the sun~
no rain from the sky
i am
pretty
happy
dont really
need a god
worshiped in the altar
i am
kind
of stupid
hence courageous
and
happy
i
dont want
i like the soil
n plants sprou
tng
i eat
we share
cosmic confluenze
of the unknown
souls
life is
a float
live
love is god
believe this is dedicated to PASHANG SALEHI for inspiring me
Form:
Do you remember the time we worshiped the river?
We would throw our sadness and pain in the water.
Devout sacrifice meant more time,
more time,
but
there was never enough.
Sacrifice after sacrifice, the river filled with garbage
until its rotting mass,
snakelike,
constricted our new-born infant Hope.
Now on the new-land I worship only myself.
worshiped trees felled oak
Lo! Cutting down Donar’s Oaks
evergreen tree grew
cut down in it’s prime
it takes 10 years to grow back
it’s triangular
shaped top with this ornament
reminds humanity of
Holy Trinity
pagan practices
must be chopped down and stood
inside a house now
12/25/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Gloomy's the yard covered with fallen leaves
Winter's coldness comes with winds wet with rains
Lonely souls dread most the lengthy cold nights
A quick-paced life about thin frosts complains
A cocoon imprisons the silkworm tight
Burnt out candles waste their flickering light
The empty house is a daily sad thing
Only the beauty's worshiped in painting
We worshiped Gods,
The fields destroyed,
By the monkies,
All the crops are davastated,
By the pigs, peacocks,
And We worshiped Gods,
Wheat standing in the fields,
Thrasted by the hails and rain,
In few seconds,
And We worshiped Gods,
Insects, rats nimbled the maze,
Graineries have run out of,
Children demand food,
And We worshiped Gods,