Tongues Poems | Examples

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 on banners of hate,
say, infidels will rue their fate.

Mother and child, entombed with Death,
plead for vengeance with their last breath.
And spilled on the altar of pride,
an ocean of blood drowns each side.

Both young and old are filled with rage,
for, there's no pity found in age.
And as righteous flames sear the ground;
hate, mistrust, and revenge abound.

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 overcome despair

And apathetical slacking attitudes of deplorable indifference:-

 

Come let us ignite ingenuity in those who have lost all hope;

Fueling them with belief in self and God, that while oppression

Presently holds its head high, the days of the very hairs of his head

Are numbered; and that with undying faith and work, they will be cut:-

 

May the words of our mind’s mouths likewise excite ebullient

Enthusiasm in the hearts, minds, and souls of those whose eyes view us,

And whose spirits, are fueled by their inking, that freely flows

From the divine wisdom and guidance of the rivers of God’s creativity:-

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 overcome despair

And apathetical slacking attitudes of deplorable indifference:-

 

Come let us ignite ingenuity in those who have lost all hope;

Fueling them with belief in self and God, that while oppression

Presently holds its head high, the days of the very hairs of his head

Are numbered; and that with undying faith and work, they will be cut:-

 

May the words of our mind’s mouths likewise excite ebullient

Enthusiasm in the hearts, minds, and souls of those whose eyes view us,

And whose spirits, are fueled by their inking, that freely flows

From the divine wisdom and guidance of the rivers of God’s creativity:-

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 so amazing 
Sour are the words
That can be omitted 
The truth is a wonderful thing
A human being

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 the room —
a voice wrapping itself around the injured,
knitting them back into themselves,
as if words alone could summon strength,
draw poison from blood.

And when the breath becomes thin,
when there’s no salve to ease the pain,
there is no anger here.
Only the stillness of understanding:
death is on the far side of the cure.

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, we take it as it comes
We don’t waste time on questions that imply
No clear answers; so to speak in tongues
Must be a compromise, in case we reconcile.

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 and mine.

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..

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 movement 
Upliftment of the body
Count your breathing 
A sequence is a sequency 
Releasement of the feelings 
Memories are lived
Would be done.

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 the yielding force of the flow.

I like speaking
In whatever tongues
The world can show.

(2/17/24)

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 the part-cooked pottage out
into thick porcelain bowls.

She had quite forgotten her mother tongue,
or how to respect the potato,
and its historical significance to all in exile.

My own tongue was young and tender,
and too hungry to care. Already I instinctively knew
how to take my lumps.

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)

Deceitful Tongues

Rabasha Kabasha
Old Prophet Noadiah
Rifling society
Lying to God

Judgement shall fall on thee
Incomprehensibly
Thou art an enemy
One to the Lord

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