Christianity Poems

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The Christ Child

The Christ Child ode

All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts. The chants of joy and gladness from all the earth mark his lowly birth with wonderful feasts. All hail to our Lord whose

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Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

The Female Of The Species

The Female Of The Species short poem

the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had

Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

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Insurmountable You

Insurmountable You short poem

Separated by months and eight thousand miles making love to you is an impossibility like painting a hangar with a pallet knife clearing four feet of snow with a soup spoon yet one day you arrive and we meet always

Flowers On The Beach

Flowers On The Beach short poem

Flowers growing on the beach Some flowers are peachy pears Some are long and slim and sleek I swear I love every colour there Especially with long blonde hair The waves are gently lapping at their feet One two three

I Need My Identity

I Need My Identity short poem

I always wonder if the world we live in, would ever get right, the meaning of identity, For, it believes each of us is a race horse, trained just the way it wills us to be – “Girls your age,

Along The Sorrow

Along The Sorrow short poem

Fire in kidneys was burning the basket. Privacy of green thumbs was intimately involved. Let us share the candle light march for the blossoms, who would not stay for old birds, Read me again the epitaph of the martyr, who

The Whitworths

The Whitworths prose poem

It was both a complicated and a simpler place and time A very noisy and sometimes uncivil place, but very little crime A place though legally dry, yet filled with moonshine and wine Where peace and freedom were purchased by

Unravelling

Unravelling short poem

An outcast, stripped and beaten up, the sickle moon smears the clouds with blood. I hate to wait for – the sun to undo this mess, an ethnic mutilation will bring a chaos. Nursing the peripheries, tribes were in pursuit

Where The Peace, Suu kyi?

Where The Peace, Suu kyi? short poem

Where the Peace, Suu kyi…? Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother

I Love Solitude

I Love  Solitude short poem

I like Solitude ….. Together I was wondering how secured I am Together I was wondering how safe I am Together I was wondering how much blessed I am Together I was wondering how much cared I am Together I

The Darkness Within

The Darkness Within short poem

The tears shed at night when no-one sees us, the sweat and blood in the days nobody hears us. The mask we wear to hide it all, the truths we find once it falls. The nightmares that overbearingly haunt us,

The Night Of Words

The Night Of Words prose poem

THE NiGHT OF WORDS an assemblage of thought, Predicted a hint of rain the power of words,from the darkened sky, convey a message for a thought. Was it not one word that launched the words that built the world ?

Dead Flesh

Dead Flesh prose poem

My inability to get hurt Like dead flesh It doesn’t hurt like a fresh rose When stomped Dead flesh sees future Of being hung After cut for steaks.. It doesn’t complain or Can it complain after being dead? Feathers ceded

Hero Of War

Hero Of War long poem

I was brought into this world by the miracle of birth, Just another living thing on the planet we call earth. But as time has gone beside, I was taught that I am more, I’ve been told that I am

What To Do?

What To Do? short poem

I was driving home. I was almost there, about to exit the ring road. When a small red car, driven by a woman with short dark hair started spewing dark smoke from all orifices. She slowed and pulled over onto

The Rolls Royce Trip

The Rolls Royce Trip long poem

What is like a smooth Paved road and I speeding In a silver Rolls Royce? The rich and the fast Are beyond reach Beyond reach there is no hope As my silver Rolls Royce accelerates The paupers are blurred The

Water

Water short poem

Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.

Impatience

Impatience short poem

This crazy condition that time is going backwards then flying forwards No time for me to live in the present The moment of power, assertion, and revelation I stop to catch my breath always rushing in turmoil The present can

Haunted House

Haunted House short poem

A home full of poltergeists doesn’t sleep. Lights turn on, off, bulbs blow, glass Like shrapnel shreds soles until swept up. But the linoleum stays stained and the stains Shift and fade to resemble faces, fade again. Leaving only the

I Have Found Heaven

I Have Found Heaven short poem

As I’ve opened my eyes I see you standing by my side Your innocent face smiling at me Like you always used to smile This has cost me a lot yet It was like hundred miles to travel Now that

A Message Of Many

A Message Of Many prose poem

What’s up Peeps how did you sleep? Me, I prayed to The Lord my soul to keep, my sleep was sweet, now ain’t that deep? So if you are not too smart or if you are a brilliant scholar, just

Emerald

Emerald prose poem

The wind on high blows and branches bow on the tallest of trees and together they lean in shades of the brightest greens, walk with me along the high heath and gather flowers that spray all around your knees as

The Women On The Stage

The Women On The Stage short poem

The women on the stage have become a Shaker community I like especially how they make me believe in their imperfections when they talk act together softly squabble each with a unique inner light I’m enchanted by seeing who they

‘Crossing The Bar’ Once Again…

‘Crossing The Bar Once Again... short poem

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone of rumored agitation when you cannot sleep. You open your eyes quietly to complain. The caretaker has prepared the shroud, . Smoke is rising on the hills. Nobody walks with you, it

The Happy Clown

The Happy Clown prose poem

When lights go out within your life, and all your world grows dark; strike out with steel on solid rock until you see the sparks. Then burn the candles in your mind, and bring in fresh new light, while wiping

Unabused

Unabused short poem

The bone line travels from flesh to flesh, tears into blood. I was not crude, not blunt. Dew teasers, were my guests with luggage of pain, ready to dip to taste the language of surrender. There was no acrimony between

Wayanay Inka

Wayanay Inka ode

Wayanay Inca………. I hear your call Within your music flitters my soul! Within the condor flight Within every starry night Within sun rise and sun set Invisible music I can get Within a Mayan pyramid Within the breeze unlimited Within

White Pill, Red Pill

White Pill, Red Pill short poem

White pill, Red pill – We’ve both taken ours; Yet the divide between, Is still unseen – And cursed beneath our hearts. The measure of men, acceptable when – You beat me at my part; But I bleed for you,

Father

Father short poem

His last breaths…. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain, but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go to

Once Too Often

Once Too Often short poem

Today- a new thought came my way and though I knew it well- I heard it say so you’ve crawled back in your shell- to stay? until someone reaches out to you? unknown to me you came upon the mask

Charles Manson

Charles Manson short poem

darkness evokes the very fabric of his frame & gait a renegade for what he did to Sharon Tate 666 a following with Tex and the rest what was going on inside his head the walking dead tried to blame

Love N’ Judgement

Love N Judgement short poem

Cast down thy irreverent staff of judgment! Train your thoughts of vile intention upon thyself Cohort in honor to know thy standing before another Turn ambiguous behavior to the good of another’s help! Upon the wish and hope of future

If You Find No Poem (v3)

If You Find No Poem (v3) short poem

If you find no poem on your doorstep in the morning, no paper, no knock on your door, your life poorly edited but no broken dashes or injured meter- If you do not wear white satin dresses late in life

Time Will Show Worth Of All

Time Will Show Worth Of All short poem

Measure not the sincerity of friends, Time will show you worth of all, Those with you in cheers and delight, Probably won’t answer to your call, When you’re in trouble or lagging behind, Most of them’ll fly and flee. Lose

Avalanche

Avalanche long poem

Well and the voice of you keeps echoing, echoing in my head, swearing by the moon and stars above now that you found me there could be no other love yes I can still hear your voice and those words

You, Cinna

You, Cinna short poem

And you, Cinna, asked me ‘Write the best poem ever written’ You, who died burnt and beaten As no strength poet, for poets find Strength when Muse kisses their mind, And let them spread message of the strongest kind May

5 am Knows My Power

5 am Knows My Power short poem

Through sleeping Eyes I feel Still within The Calm Of my inner realm I see not Someone or something But myself in a different Form reborn but shaped By the darkness That once made Me torn A black rose with

Glorified Discreetly

Glorified Discreetly short poem

Living on margin he was deceived again. A grasshopper was perched on door shedding green pigment. Granary was empty and he was, worried about the health of nation. Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes. In the name of prosperity,