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John Beam Poem
Captive beauty, in the wilderness aloneGolden moments of a man’s solitudeStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone Caught within life are the mountains of stoneAwe inspiring view of man’s fortitudeCaptive beauty, in the wilderness alone Through a silent song, love’s nature atonesBreath taking heartbeats of the altitudesStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone Peaceful home in the trials, each to his ownSeasons renew with humble attitudesCaptive beauty, in the wilderness alone Sharpened senses, now feel all the tone,of gracious gifts, in their amplitudeStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone All of His creation, in its self does grownAlone with God is a sufficient multitudeCaptive beauty, in the wilderness aloneStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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John Beam Poem
The way unregenerated men speak of my God They go about deceived and deceiving Speaking of things they cannot understand Promising liberty while in captivity the servants of corruption sin is sin and death is its end Hating you for telling them the truth Their cloke of maliciousness they want you silenced while the gape upon you with their mouths sin is sin and death is its end Biting with their teeth, and cry, Peace What they mean is we hate you and your God They will think that they do God service though they shut the mouths of a few or all Christians sin is sin and death is its end They will never ever shut His While your house is burning down around you remember this For God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son sending him to bless you, in turning away every one of you from his iniquities sin is sin and death is its end with your hate speech you try to silence The only one who truly loves you You will be judged on your hate speech sin is sin and death is its end
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Estranged men caught in their remote dimensionLoving only that, which they can see and touchDigging foxholes to hide their fear of infinityThe concept has always been thereEternity within the hearts of men,yet they can neither see it or feel it naturally,so they clutter their minds, with tangible temporary comfortsOccupying dull imaginations, with darker thoughts of probabilityThe definition of insanity, yet men continue to live and dieChoking on the fruits of their own knowledge,either dissecting humanity with Occam’s razoror pouring double binds upon their own headsbecause seeing is believing, yet belief is the state of mindin which a person thinks something to be the case,with or without there being empirical evidence,so not asking a question, because to them it does not exist,yet with their limited imaginations they have lofty ideas,as energy can neither be created nor destroyedSpending all there of energy on temporal thingsnot considering a simple truth,where will your essence spend eternity
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John Beam Poem
every man must stand some kneel first time before God sadly the last time
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
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John Beam Poem
The skeletal remains are being chalked out,while mystery and intrigue are engraven, cryptic.Lying beneath, this freshly seeded idea;upon these grounds, the words are etched,what are you looking for and how will you get it,for these are but the bare bones of a story.The key alone is in your closet, slowly turning,as you opened the creaking rusted door.You slowly peep inside the mausoleum of your mind,where cobwebs hang on every angle.Suddenly, a cold swift draft blows across your spine,as if someone has just, walked on your grave. You look up to see, all the entrapping’s laidbut then again, you are still lying in a good plot.
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John Beam Poem
Hans and Liam caught in the depths of winter Hans is succumbing cold to the center He is sharpening his death spades Do you see the frost giant slowly coming for me He will cut me asunder with his blades They're snow drifts a grove with icicles in the trees I see an army of icy dwarfs all sparkling eyed Silver blue and fire they breathe I must disrobe before I burn inside It is the moonlit snow a cold fog beneath The snow queen has sent her stinging bees Her wintery eyes are set on me they do glow gold There is hope brother there is fire beyond the freeze and it is only flakes in the wind and not death’s cold
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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In the war of words count the cost all is fair in love maybe but not war hearts mend but dead bodies wash ashore they will war no more being dead war is not hell tragic but enough said love is the fairest lest you be a whore In the war of words You know better than being lost unsatisfied but a chance for more the love of money rotten to the core war is cold far as I know and so is frost In the war of words
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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Was it the love phantom to ease my pain
The wind brushed my shoulder like your soft hair
Letting go of your memory I do not fain
or was it just the summer night’s warm air
The wind brushed my shoulder like your soft hair Was the love phantom gone or just in my mind Hearing echoes, of your lovely voice but I despair Looking but I cannot see you am I going blind
Was the love phantom gone or just in my mind Your sweet scent it is not there, am I going mad My lips feel a tingle, with love so intertwined The moments, before I opened my eyes, I was glad
but the sweet scent it is not there, I am going mad Was it the love phantom to ease my pain, in the moments, before I opened my eyes I was glad, of your memory but letting go, I do not fain
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John Beam Poem
I walked a lonely mile in your shoes the sadness you carry comes in twos if by chance you find one of a kind throw it far from you as I did mine walking a mile in this shoe one is heavier than you knew if by chance you find a shoe throw it far from you as I did mine walking barefoot and blue
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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In the age of deceit, will alternative history repeat In photos they never meet she just pressed delete With the love letters clipped and pruned The love song sung now a little untuned Living only in the memory of the author’s mind Hugs and kisses rewind as the world goes blind In time all loves embrace has been erased Upon the screen the romance never graced Faceless with no name burnt in the flame At loss for words I was never in the game
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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