Long Poems About God
#God
Long poems about god. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Valentine Day Massacre
St Valentine’s Day Massacre
Better hope you’re somewhere else but here
40 feet wide if you’re inside you’re dead in an instant
But saints and devils are in our everyday it comes to
Who you choose whose side you’re on can’t sit on a fence
If you do you give up your soul your inner being
You’ll rot in hell in a jail cell if you’re lucky but luck looks away
So you’ll die the same way you paid for slice your carotid artery
Or a bullet in the back of the head dick and balls in your throat
...
Better hope you’re somewhere else but here
40 feet wide if you’re inside you’re dead in an instant
But saints and devils are in our everyday it comes to
Who you choose whose side you’re on can’t sit on a fence
If you do you give up your soul your inner being
You’ll rot in hell in a jail cell if you’re lucky but luck looks away
So you’ll die the same way you paid for slice your carotid artery
Or a bullet in the back of the head dick and balls in your throat
...
#devil
#earth
#God #heaven
#God #heaven
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The Twelve Tribes Of Israel (Judah-Book I)
To the temple of the Sun that radiates upon humanity of the world
Tell us why humans allow violence from the hearts instead of love from mortal minds to unfurl
Do you not see, can you not comprehend the codes given from the skies
The enigma to longevity is not found in a Holy Book used to place a hand upon and then confess out the mouth concealed lies
A burning cross in the name of salvation yet, unto a race of people hatred in the demise
The trees you inhale of its natural oxygen as you breathe without question without whys
Strange...
Tell us why humans allow violence from the hearts instead of love from mortal minds to unfurl
Do you not see, can you not comprehend the codes given from the skies
The enigma to longevity is not found in a Holy Book used to place a hand upon and then confess out the mouth concealed lies
A burning cross in the name of salvation yet, unto a race of people hatred in the demise
The trees you inhale of its natural oxygen as you breathe without question without whys
Strange...
#angels
#God
#heaven
#rebirth
#spiritual
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The Last Upper
Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
#aliens
#God
#nonfiction
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
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JC enjoys gardening
Ever since my accident
I had Jesus Christ (JC) become my Gardner
he's a slaphappy messiah
all he wants in life is kool-aid, scratch-offs and cigarettes
oh and he enjoys calling up Lucifer (Satan) to meet him at the bowling alley
the priests throughout the neighborhood dislike him
probably because he don't follow all the rules and guidelines,
that are scripted in that fictional book called the Bible
none of the nuns don't like his message (nuns have no fun)
those wrinkled up penguins
flock to my home to get a glimpse of him
their turned on...
I had Jesus Christ (JC) become my Gardner
he's a slaphappy messiah
all he wants in life is kool-aid, scratch-offs and cigarettes
oh and he enjoys calling up Lucifer (Satan) to meet him at the bowling alley
the priests throughout the neighborhood dislike him
probably because he don't follow all the rules and guidelines,
that are scripted in that fictional book called the Bible
none of the nuns don't like his message (nuns have no fun)
those wrinkled up penguins
flock to my home to get a glimpse of him
their turned on...
#devil
#fiction
#God
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My "Ea" Series: Chapter II. The Ainur's Acoustic Adjustment
How could it possibly be conveyed
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
#God
#JRRTolkien
#patience
#spiritual
#universe
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My "Ea" Series: Chapter I. The Flame Imperishable
I am initiating an entire series, which I shall post under the "Ea" title.
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
#astronomy
#God
#JRRTolkien
#spiritual
#universe
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CHISELS & SHOVELS
Still counting the oscillating figures
Cause some blue men have hairy triggers
Sanctioned hitters for the States
Increasing at astronomical rates
Other's will debate this validity
Funny thing is, none look like me
We don't see out of the same orbitals
They always foresee it as justifiable
That fact's more reliable than a Sunrise
Dead men tell no tales nor open any eyes
Therein lies the rub-a-dub-dub historically
It's the same old song like rhymes from nurseries
Repeat after me; "I feared for my...
Cause some blue men have hairy triggers
Sanctioned hitters for the States
Increasing at astronomical rates
Other's will debate this validity
Funny thing is, none look like me
We don't see out of the same orbitals
They always foresee it as justifiable
That fact's more reliable than a Sunrise
Dead men tell no tales nor open any eyes
Therein lies the rub-a-dub-dub historically
It's the same old song like rhymes from nurseries
Repeat after me; "I feared for my...
#death
#devil
#God
#LifeStruggles
#violence
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truth and justice and the american way as heaven watches you bleed out
you gather the pity from the girls and boys real good
but I wonder if you would be so brave facing the soul and spirit of me
you ask why won't I just die after you poison us with your hate and lies
and who knows what else
I know my symptoms come and go and so do your moms
I have no signs of cancer according to my white blood cell count
and this bloating and gas began before you poisoned me with drug addiction
you knew my story because you watched it happen
my kids stripped of me and given to the system
where they were raped by so called Christians...
but I wonder if you would be so brave facing the soul and spirit of me
you ask why won't I just die after you poison us with your hate and lies
and who knows what else
I know my symptoms come and go and so do your moms
I have no signs of cancer according to my white blood cell count
and this bloating and gas began before you poisoned me with drug addiction
you knew my story because you watched it happen
my kids stripped of me and given to the system
where they were raped by so called Christians...
#God
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the final flower
worms reading
Dante with
joy
the terrible knowledge
of knowing
night hours laying still
like a whore
waiting
to be
paid
the horse cut from the
team and refusing to
escape
(the final flower still
waits)
bones of old god things
dug up and given to
dogs
the nightmares of
atavistic Crete
burning your
lips with
indecision
the engine of the mind
refusing to turn over
in the artic wars
of the day to ...
Dante with
joy
the terrible knowledge
of knowing
night hours laying still
like a whore
waiting
to be
paid
the horse cut from the
team and refusing to
escape
(the final flower still
waits)
bones of old god things
dug up and given to
dogs
the nightmares of
atavistic Crete
burning your
lips with
indecision
the engine of the mind
refusing to turn over
in the artic wars
of the day to ...
#devil
#God
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Fear
looking through time I shutter
for things done in the dark, I can't utter
whispers, secrets, and lies
flawed I'm told by design
madness followed I made a world of illusion
to protect an innocent mind from confusion
Beauty was our creation
tenderly we made all things lovely
each day a new exploration
we made heaven from hell in our confinement
it was not enough to put me away from Himself
time passed and he came to claim my son
creating a ball of fire
a light meant to warm some
and threaten...
for things done in the dark, I can't utter
whispers, secrets, and lies
flawed I'm told by design
madness followed I made a world of illusion
to protect an innocent mind from confusion
Beauty was our creation
tenderly we made all things lovely
each day a new exploration
we made heaven from hell in our confinement
it was not enough to put me away from Himself
time passed and he came to claim my son
creating a ball of fire
a light meant to warm some
and threaten...
#angels
#God
#love #MeToo
#love #MeToo
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Hymn to The White Spring
In the beginning I saw nothing
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
#God
#pagan
#magic #Britain
#magic #Britain
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Laden, Lay Down To Die
confession number one I am afraid of being alone in this world adrift
my mind plays mean tricks on me
it makes up alternate realities when people are cruel
or when things get too rough and I break
never to trust it to protect
the first breakdown I had was when I was a little girl
pretending Mommy hadn't left me again
my abandonment issues are all too apparent
my weaknesses lay bare
the wolves smell blood on the air
and they approach
the one I'm married to only eats my heart out
leaving me to die a little...
my mind plays mean tricks on me
it makes up alternate realities when people are cruel
or when things get too rough and I break
never to trust it to protect
the first breakdown I had was when I was a little girl
pretending Mommy hadn't left me again
my abandonment issues are all too apparent
my weaknesses lay bare
the wolves smell blood on the air
and they approach
the one I'm married to only eats my heart out
leaving me to die a little...
#love
#God
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