Prophets Poems

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Connect The Prophets

Connect The Prophets short poem

Outside me was a howling light tracing a path. Ending the struggle of abstract thoughts. The night was full of hidden flares. The day was a luxury, full of exclusiveness. We must not cry. The wounds turned up like fireflies

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Words Of Life

Words Of Life short poem

These powerful words from heaven above sounding so strong and so bold These eternal words from God almighty, hidden so deep within my soul These living words of God that prophets long ago recorded on a scroll These words shall

Insomnia, or the Speculation of the Stars

Insomnia, or the Speculation of the Stars short poem

O sleepless night! I am in love with you! O youthful night, the belle of the ball! Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets And the meteors Arrived on time. How majestic they are, these celestial bodies! How magnificent is

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 Ecumenical Psalm

The Ecumenical Psalm short poem

O Father Elohim, King Christ, beneficent Allah, Be thou the Magnificence of the hearts and souls of men! May thy deity abide with humans, and may thy works Forever be blessed. We, thy children, strive to enter thy house And

The Eyes Of Heaven

The Eyes Of Heaven prose poem

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

Breathe

Breathe prose poem

Breathe. This is what our companion has instructed us to do. Yet how can we do this when she takes our breath away? She is dearer to us than the air in our lungs. Yet we must breath. Prayers spill

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

December 25th 0ce

December 25th 0ce short poem

Behold the Christ child is born this day, just as the prophets of old did say. In a manger on the cozy hay did his infant Lordship choose to stay. No cradle by a thousand kings paid for, would befit

The Coming

The Coming short poem

Believe when drunken butterflies fuel: a burst of iridescence over furred fields where the blue tongue of anemones leer; and fever of shadows sting. Trees adorn their pristine bloom, rapt and oozing orange sap beneath the provident music of birds,

Dark Passages

Dark Passages long poem

Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity

Exile

Exile long poem

Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,

Not So Down

Not So Down long poem

The crowd buzzed like a hornet’s nest The cacophony too loud The girl on stage was all alone Staring beyond the crowd The colours around All red and yellow meant to reflect The bridal glow Spectators sitting Speculations were rife

Any Way

Any Way short poem

I sat there and watched her run away I took to the needle this way I sat there laughing but I didn’t run I just stayed I just sat in the sun and mentally stole myself far away I had

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Stubborn

Stubborn short poem

I’ve never been very good at listening. I imagine that I resonate with a piece of you that reminds me of the same piece of me. When I come face to face with this piece. I realize that not everything

Then and Now

Then and Now short poem

I left myself behind, I left my all behind A new beginning I thought lay ahead Yet as time went by Caught was I once again In a tug of war of emotions One side lay the things they felt

Dying Beautifully

Dying Beautifully short poem

I stay connected out of the body, with fireworks, to widen the relativity, to read the language of fear. Death of a tree was mourned by leaves in shadow. The dew lies awake crying. The town was disappearing without a

Splendor

Splendor short poem

While writing a poem I make a blood hole in my hand. A walnut face opens the wrinkles to find a jade green nephrite for colicky times. A prelude to a death sentence for profane thoughts. You think, you can

Monorhyme On Leadership

Monorhyme On Leadership short poem

All leaders are enough capable To remove problems analyzable; They set few goals achievable, And strive to solve snags tangle. Ready to meet challenges triple Without any hurry or hustle. Calm in disasters are as a temple Faith and hope

Fate Of Humankind

Fate Of Humankind prose poem

We see good and evil in our world. To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in

Mr. Stubborn…

Mr. Stubborn... ode

With a sinking heart he compiled All the memories that are scattered behind He resigned from his past and assign himself for the mankind Jogging on the road of prosperity and snoop in the ways of wind It was just

Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with

Breathing Dust

Breathing Dust short poem

Do not stoke the desires tonight, my moon is away on the cusp of doubts. Count you must the needles in heart, of ifs and buts? A fragile truce was anathema to me. The nagging day lies ahead – of

House Of Sin

House Of Sin long poem

A grand old mansion on a hill The stately manor stands there still In the darkness of the night Throughout the window came a light On the veranda I did creep To glowing window for a peek To filthy pane

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis long poem

It’s a fluttering dove, No…mayhap a trembling rabbit, Why does it sound so loud? The shaking, the trembling Now the throbbing, the thudding In my ears, a stampede, The gasp that awakens, confirming It’s the beat of my heart, Out

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy short poem

That evening was unlike any other evening This evening is similar to that evening What was so dear to me that evening? The same is dear to me this evening Her soul and body spiraled in my arms that evening

The Enigmatic Eddy

The Enigmatic Eddy short poem

Plethora of other’s misery too afflicts in some form Improbable to brave fury stuck in eye of the storm Setting right all courses own turns terribly wrong With tide stuck in vortex best let go to flow along Untying few

A Vortex To A Quill

A Vortex To A Quill long poem

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave a quaint encounter to

Marry Me

Marry Me ode

i will not marry you, because of your color i will not marry you because of your nationality yes, i will not marry you for your faith i will not marry you for your social status for our political differences

Le Liberte eclairant le monde

Le Liberte eclairant le monde short poem

A global army flowing white, of Love, of blazing swords afire of shining shields they, hand in hand, puissant and indomitable let what she pictures, typifies, facing the world on high, her flame of love and liberty, put fallacies to

Was It Worth It?

Was It Worth It? long poem

(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like

Money – A Cruel Agent – 5

Money   A Cruel Agent – 5 short poem

A beautiful and sweet girdle Collecting it is quite doddle Counting is like a hot fettle Touching it is a bit brittle. Let be the Geeta or the Bible, Let be grapes or pineapple, Importance of money able Is not

To Thom

To Thom elegy

while your obsession with order was just on the border and your preemptive guard around things yet unmarred was something to, well, behold there was a side of you that was true and forgiving and somehow made room for the

Chess

Chess short poem

The money and the power, like hand in glove, ruling the world from ivory towers, above. Like pawns on a chessboard we follow commands, coolly manipulated by cold corporate minds. They reap the harvest that they bought with our souls,

Lessons For The Evening

Lessons For The Evening long poem

Good evening, class. Tonight we will discuss the urban environment of American cities, the neighborhoods, hoods & enclaves Of a collection of people, some who step carefully over glass- covered sidewalks & play in Needle-filled parks, who avoid the homeless

Kafiristan

Kafiristan short poem

The HinduKush mountains of the moon and the valleys where we lived, with the fairies and the spirits of the wood.. We bred the shen – the bravest of the horse tribe – and grew the scented root – the

Color Of Motherhood

Color Of Motherhood short poem

I was once asked – If you were to paint motherhood What colour would you use, my friend? Would it be yellow, bright and sunny? Would it be green, full of life and promise? Would it be blue, an intellectual

When I First Told You

When I First Told You long poem

When I first told you, I love more than ever, You looked deeply into my eyes and said, We’re just friends, and I’ve loved you never. Yes, I was a little broken, When you said it all to me, I

A Slaughter House

A Slaughter House short poem

This poem is dedicated to the twenty one Egyptian martyrs who were kidnapped by the (ISIS) in Libya and slaughtered in cold blood. Their mothers were waiting , their families were crying their souls were sighing they were worried about