Tongues Poems - Poems about Tongues

Tongues Of Fire

Anger smolders like burning coals;
igniting flames, consuming souls.
The Gaza Strip is bombed in mass,
and hearts shatter like fragile glass.

Torrid tongues of fire lick the sky,
tasting Death as the jets scream by.
And there is no safety in caves
or basements that morph into graves.

Crimson blood stains the hands of God,
yet, Israel doesn't find that odd.
For words scrawled

TO THE POETIC RIVERS OF MANY TONGUES

Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of

Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm,

Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world

Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:-

 

Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly,

Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination,

And ever burning faith in ability to work and

TO THE POETIC RIVERS OF MANY TONGUES

Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of

Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm,

Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world

Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:-

 

Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly,

Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination,

And ever burning faith in ability to work and

THE SPEAKING OF THE TONGUES

Sweeter are the words
That cannot be said
It is so sweet 
Sour are the words
That can be expressed 
It is wonderful thou
A human being,

A voice can modify 
Various languages 
As we speak
And words can be spoken 
In different tongues 
As we roll the tongue 
The tongues have spoken,

Sweeter are the words
That can be spoken 
It is

Old Tongues, Quiet Truths

The oldest voices whisper below the ground.
Hands pull on roots — wind-beaten, gnarled —
stories woven through the fabric of time.
Bark peeled slick, leaves flattened,
the wisdom of what makes whole lies
between finger and thumb,
passed along like a flame, a prayer.

But the soil only knows part of the story.
The other half lives in breath,
a noise wafting through

Speaking In Tongues

Life shouldn’t be a punishment for living
We can’t be regulated by machines
Accustomed to the stupid self-deceiving 
Our freedom is a bird of slavish dreams
Where to it flies, avoiding troubles on its way
We never wonder, giving it the flight control
But freedom seeks its master everyday 
And always finds the one to rule our soul
Born to believe,

While Speaking In Tongues

While speaking in tongues, love's language flows,
A river of secrets only hearts know.
Words like leaves in a whispering breeze,
Rustling truths in a forest of ease.
Emotions dance in a cryptic ballet,
Steps of passion in a silent relay.
A symphony played on unseen strings,
Echoes of feelings that twilight brings.
In this mystic dialogue, souls entwine,
Conversing in rhythms, both yours

Pointing fingers wagging tongues

Pointing fingers, wagging tongues,
the "blame game" never gets things done..
Steamy anger and it's spillage never
heals the hurting village..
Don't just stew and act fettered, work
to make things a bit better..

Some more Questions and Answers Q and A part three

Q:  Is it also, according to the Apostle Paul, to also become baptized by being so
      in the name of Jesus Christ?

A:  It is the Pentecostal and the Charismatic movements and churches that conduct
     water baptism by immersion in the name of Jesus Christ.

Q:

MY TONGUES

A belief is a belief 
Stipulations of the unseen
Catch your breathing 
A tear is a salty water
Releasement of the pain
Memories are flooding in
Should be done,

Originality is meant to be original 
And truth is a scarce resource 
Distinguish between the lines
Loyalty is meant to be valued 
And trust is priceless 
Morality is rare,

A move is a

Speaking in Tongues

("Still Life", 2021, original encaustic)

Speaking in Tongues

I like speaking
To the sky, to the earth
To my dogs, and wife and kids.
It’s the sound of a babbling brook
Flowing in cascades and eddies
Rushing to the sea.
Of course such language of the heart
Is deeply encoded
In these hard, angular, abstract edges,
But those edges are in turn
Worn down, softened and smoothed
By

Speaking in Tongues

Immersion of a total being 
And emotions that are fleeing 

With a voice that was not me
I did speak with harmony 

To the majesty and power 
I cried out for an hour

Unknown words that seem so right
Gave me peace throughout the night

Tongues

Gaelic: it was my mother's native tongue,
and her grandmother’s elder tongue.
Grandfather was a Romani gypsy,
horses naturally understood his voice.

My lips follow English,
a tangled language with too many roots,
tuberosities awkwardly clumped together,
like hard and lumpy potato soup -
a dish My Irish mother made
with an inattentive gusto...

her pink tongue licking the corners of her mouth,
as she slopped

Lying Tongues

Lies can twist a tongue, 
its like being stung, 
by a bee full of fibs, 
that's spoken on rumored lips, 
remembering them alls a joke
forgetting all the ones you've spoke

Forked Tongues

Not lying outright
is far from the truth
Hesitance vacuous
barren of fruit

What never gets said
deceitfulness hides
Stalking and preying
while buried inside

The pulpit a soapbox
 lectern a mask
Pontification
deceptions bombast

Wittingly fervent
the devil subverts
False implication
—the ultimate hurt

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)

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