Worshipper Poems - Poems about Worshipper

If you walk up to her right now And before all eyes quickly bow, She will you her night's bed allow; Throughout the night address your slough, Her lands release for you to plough, Your rivals warm against a row, Everything hand you but a dhow, Because finding one knows not How... If you walk up to her right now And before all men...

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Sure wish the sun would come out It raises my spirits with glee and I shout Perhaps later I hope Clouds make me mope Weather sure affects me, a sun worshipper devout...

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I'm worn out and tired physically, but I'm gonna worship Him. I'm in emotional pain, but I'm gonna magnify His name anyhow.... I've been through hell and high water, but I'll continue to give Him glory.... I'm a wounded worshipper, I won't stop praising His holy name, I won't give up, For I know He will me higher, I know I can count on Jesus, to...

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scratching his groin a worshiper offers food: the flattered deity in flowery garbage, holy water, incense and sweat --R.K.Singh...

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I worshipped words Paid homage Idolized their shape and form Brought my paltry gifts And laid them at the shrine Of THE GOD OF WORDS Hoping to gain favor from my idol To be touched in such a way As to imbue my simple writes With perfection and immortality Making ME A goddess in my own right! Daily The same ritual Obeisance Following the rules Soul salvation In a rhyme Penance: The purging...

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An iron trident Is all I had As a Sadhu In a cave by the lake I worshipped Shiva And his consorts As if they were my parents Sometimes I slept on a rock By the Sea Fit for a hermit My mind was occupied With worshipping I forgot myself most of the time My feet were always Covered in sand Until they carried Me across the river of...

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“i’m only happy when it rains,” moans shirley manson when she’s backed by butch vig & an orchestra of overdubbed distorted guitars enhanced by sythensizers a la trent reznor the genius who is credited in garbage’s first album--- one doesn’t have to be a meteorologist to think that she & her crew may be on to something--- for the rain washes all the...

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I, a long forgotten tune; you, a melody sweet and bold How will then our reunion be in this splendid world One is a jewel in the crown, the other dust –no worth One is the shinning star in horizon, the other part of earth How to meet the endless yearnings of my brainless heart It forsakes all that I...

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