Temples Poems - Poems about Temples

They came with robes and golden rings, Not to heal — but to own sacred things. With Bibles bound in blood and silk, They turned living water into poisoned milk. Altars became ATMs, Forgiveness priced in tithes and gems. Salvation auctioned on Sunday screens, While hungry mouths haunt shattered dreams. They preach of heaven, sowing fear, But drive their heaven in Bentleys near. They claim...

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Temples Slightly open are my temples. Mosquitoes need a place to rest. On the whole drinking or bathing in mosquito piss isn’t an unpleasant or a wrong thing to do. It cures diarrhoea. ...

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What does it mean, To love You? Which would this be: Is it such, or untrue? How may I wake, To trust You? What permeates? My faith, destitute! As aurum rightly shines, For luster may come through: I’d rather yield inside; So, my prayer, ensues –...

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In the far Far East, a few strange Hindu temples are intricately carved, & are most pornographically exuberant, everywhere there are wrathful-playful-sexual- vengeful-gesturing-carousing-beckon -ing - ascending-descending-riding-weeping - flying - alluring - humping - bumping- twerking - singing, or just dancing around being the epitome of gods and godlings. Even in hotel America there is the heady scent of a rowdy sacredness as rooms are congested with...

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Every woman is, A temple of God's love, However, When with a child, she becomes, The holiest of the temples For The divine Will of our Lord does Incarnate, Thus An imperative is for us, her To venerate! © Demetrios Trifiatis 11 October 2022 - * Dedicated to all women! -...

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The Khajuraho Group of Monuments are a group of Hindu and Jain temples in Chhatarpur district, Madhya Pradesh, India, about 175 kilometres southeast of Jhansi. They are a UNESCO World Heritage Site.The temples are famous for their nagara-style architectural symbolism and a few erotic sculptures. Source: Wikipedia Tour to Khajuraho temples Well built physiques; Petrifact yet full...

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dreams wander from mystical hills soft emerald rainbow clouds float ...

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20 October 2020 Leaves that rise better than roots make no sound when they fall. Once, Earth was created for my karma to heal yet in this silence of waiting rooms, the sun rises inside my temple. I am a molecule away from an unfinished symphony that keeps impersonating my frustration because my energy cannot hear itself think like swallowing set symbols of lungs on dehydrated pages...

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there's change when awoken in hours dark where birds are yet to sing horns sit in the harbours silent in abandon I search within the light across the mighty mighty seas of antiquity I don't need eyes to see as I feel your beauty cutting thru the fog its fragments, its filters emoting in the echos an open mind it's playing a harpsichord of hope tethered strung out wrapped around your anchors and you're still there in...

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In these desert lands, there are these ancient sites. I've come to meet with the powerful ones. the ones who will guide me. In this antique city, where the granite pillars stand. walls are carved with age-old stories, remnants of color are still preserved. Where I come to speak to the gods. Near the Nile, I wander in the massive halls. observe the paintings...

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Some temples are cluttered. Everywhere there are wrathful-playful-sexual-vengeful- gesturing-carousing-beckoning- ascending-descending-riding- weeping-flying-singing, or just sitting around Gods. The congregation ride luggage carts in the dead of night, sing drunkenly, slam doors, or watch HBO with the volume way up, That was a hotel in Muncie Indiana. A temple I shared with a rumba dancing Shiva and a bottle of Jim Beam but the vibe was...

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Do you dare present me your Indigent heart, and presume it worthy? Do you imagine you may claim my crown through Obtuse eyes? You walk upon this land I have won, disgracing the temples of battle Which the memory of my lost soldiers Consecrate, As you, in youth's Delirium, daydream of thrones and trophies, My teeth have...

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Temples of Temptatious Time Love cascades as liquid lust and moonbeams throw a thriving thrust The gods walk on their carnal crust drinking nectar a menstrual must Amidst their ambient amorous array raining roses a botanical display Love bewitches a beguiling ballet vestal virgins with a floral bouquet ~~~ Honey drips on the Venus veil as the sensual staffs begin their...

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beauty for ashes in a deep forest of granduer nestled in a hollow grove voices coming from the Elms with painted pictures of light & love walk with me through the forest visit the habitation of hunters and gatherers beneath the ground twigs wretched sticks nature is playing a new game of tricks in the...

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With a body made of paper, he went outside to feel the drops of rain. Leaving behind an aluminum roof, cardboard siding. He extended his arm feeling the calmness of her splash. Exploding into a million more drops. It began to rain harder. With her granting his very wish. He stood there for a moment. Rain drenching him with...

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