Poems About Religion Seeking Friendly Advice
#religion
Poems about religion seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Pasithea
Pasithea, a minor greek goddess
Wife of Hypnos
Also a member of the Kharities (''Charities'' or ''Graces'')
Goddess of rest, meditation, hallucinations
And (so we are told) ''various states of altered consciousness''
Goddess of rest.
I'm building an altar to her.
Wife of Hypnos
Also a member of the Kharities (''Charities'' or ''Graces'')
Goddess of rest, meditation, hallucinations
And (so we are told) ''various states of altered consciousness''
Goddess of rest.
I'm building an altar to her.
#religion
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Christmas, a lovely tradition
Some will say that Christmas is falsehood
Some will say that those who celebrate Christmas
Are false worshippers of God*
Of course for many, God is a sort of ghost
Created by men to try to understand the not-understandable
(Indeed, has anybody anywhere seen the person?)
So if God is a ghost (also part of the trio as the Holy Ghost)
Then let Him be feasted at Halloween
And let others enjoy Christmas which stems, yes,
From thousands of years of pagan traditions.....
Leading, for Christians, to the birth of Christ.
Some will say that those who celebrate Christmas
Are false worshippers of God*
Of course for many, God is a sort of ghost
Created by men to try to understand the not-understandable
(Indeed, has anybody anywhere seen the person?)
So if God is a ghost (also part of the trio as the Holy Ghost)
Then let Him be feasted at Halloween
And let others enjoy Christmas which stems, yes,
From thousands of years of pagan traditions.....
Leading, for Christians, to the birth of Christ.
#religion
#philosophical
#tradition
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A rib
It was a superb Christmas day
In the year twenty-two and forty-six
Especially at the ultra-secret laboratory
In the french town of Beatrix
A huge break-through in DNA expertise
Led to this miraculous Nativity
A lovely child named Eloïse
Product of decades, centuries of study
Eloïse, a child born from a rib
A gift from God to Humanity
Resplendent with joy, not a tear, in her crib
Ready to love, now and eternally
God with His work must be pleased
As indeed, wonders just never cease.
In the year twenty-two and forty-six
Especially at the ultra-secret laboratory
In the french town of Beatrix
A huge break-through in DNA expertise
Led to this miraculous Nativity
A lovely child named Eloïse
Product of decades, centuries of study
Eloïse, a child born from a rib
A gift from God to Humanity
Resplendent with joy, not a tear, in her crib
Ready to love, now and eternally
God with His work must be pleased
As indeed, wonders just never cease.
#religion
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Death Is Just A Hand
By deaths cold hand were lead to a new land..
Where streets are paved with gold..
And in God's arm's were tightly enfold..
Where streets are paved with gold..
And in God's arm's were tightly enfold..
#religion
#faith
#rebirth #spiritual
#rebirth #spiritual
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And 4our Makes Se7en
Welcome to the party
Stare from the corner
The room stops as you come in
All eyes on you and then
With a wave we can live again
Close my eyes and grit my teeth
Yearning for some part of you
Inside of me
Begging, please
In envy, I plot
It’s simple
And only I’ll know
The truth
Fall away
Fall away
Fall away
Begging you
Please
Craving like a child
That cannot enter the candy house
Yearning for just a moment
To breathe the sweet scent
Of the deadly bouquet
Placed...
Stare from the corner
The room stops as you come in
All eyes on you and then
With a wave we can live again
Close my eyes and grit my teeth
Yearning for some part of you
Inside of me
Begging, please
In envy, I plot
It’s simple
And only I’ll know
The truth
Fall away
Fall away
Fall away
Begging you
Please
Craving like a child
That cannot enter the candy house
Yearning for just a moment
To breathe the sweet scent
Of the deadly bouquet
Placed...
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#heaven
#hell
#morality
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Blasphemy
Take a minute and reflect
Here we go
Shove it down
I killed my shadow
For a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow
For just a fucking minute
with the microphone
It's been a long time that no one has talked
About everything we know we need to talk about
But y'all be lying
It's been a while, but I can still remember
The last minute you still haven't checked
To see if I'm alive
Shove it down my throat
I killed my shadow
for a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow ...
Here we go
Shove it down
I killed my shadow
For a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow
For just a fucking minute
with the microphone
It's been a long time that no one has talked
About everything we know we need to talk about
But y'all be lying
It's been a while, but I can still remember
The last minute you still haven't checked
To see if I'm alive
Shove it down my throat
I killed my shadow
for a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow ...
#anger
#religion
#satirical
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Lost in Post-Feminist Dichotomies
Lost in Post-Feminist Dichotomies
“Sir, I don’t mean to take up too much of your time on this lovely Sunday but tell me, are you married?”
“Well, to my wife in heaven.”
Her girlfriend asks, “Do you believe in heaven?”
“As an abstract concept that may exist in some cosmic way of being.”
“My friend Sherri here has been trying to convince me to give up Christianity. She says my husband is Jewish therefore we should both give up our faiths so we can be the same as atheists. That way we will be on the same...
“Sir, I don’t mean to take up too much of your time on this lovely Sunday but tell me, are you married?”
“Well, to my wife in heaven.”
Her girlfriend asks, “Do you believe in heaven?”
“As an abstract concept that may exist in some cosmic way of being.”
“My friend Sherri here has been trying to convince me to give up Christianity. She says my husband is Jewish therefore we should both give up our faiths so we can be the same as atheists. That way we will be on the same...
#love
#marriage
#religion
#coffee
#feminism
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Bibles and Bullies
Squint and play nice
It's hard to be mean
With the sun in your eyes
Clouds pass and I get a glimpse
Clinch my fist and take aim
Close my eyes and wish for the best
Faith always burns the sightless
Paper and promises
A book of fables no one has time for
Laws and riddles
Numbers repeated to nausea
No one asks why
Pray against seven, worship ten
Faith always burns the sightless
A saint is but a fool on an errand
Pastors as lost as their sheep
Lest we forget the marytrs
...
It's hard to be mean
With the sun in your eyes
Clouds pass and I get a glimpse
Clinch my fist and take aim
Close my eyes and wish for the best
Faith always burns the sightless
Paper and promises
A book of fables no one has time for
Laws and riddles
Numbers repeated to nausea
No one asks why
Pray against seven, worship ten
Faith always burns the sightless
A saint is but a fool on an errand
Pastors as lost as their sheep
Lest we forget the marytrs
...
#religion
#hypocrisy
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Rambilngs
Spinning and spinning
Delusions tossel through perspectives
Rattling around my skull
Give me reason, give me incentive
Rhyme and reason betray the truth
The raw feeling of pain and pleasure
Rage and insecurity
Take me, take me
Take my purity
Your lessons never taught anything
Aside from the revelation
You were never listening
To a damn thing
Give me purpose, give me anything
Silence and mockery alone
Take my hand and lead me
Show me
Bleed me
Paper wings of angels
Falling harder when they...
Delusions tossel through perspectives
Rattling around my skull
Give me reason, give me incentive
Rhyme and reason betray the truth
The raw feeling of pain and pleasure
Rage and insecurity
Take me, take me
Take my purity
Your lessons never taught anything
Aside from the revelation
You were never listening
To a damn thing
Give me purpose, give me anything
Silence and mockery alone
Take my hand and lead me
Show me
Bleed me
Paper wings of angels
Falling harder when they...
#religion
#faith
#honesty
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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Myths The Of Comparison
Conclusion
Month of Days Days of Precepts Ages of Myth
Myth of Prometheus the Mise en scène and the
Prome
Days and works of “the king” and the below
imprisoned children the Stone and Kronos’
children who are
Iapetos' children Hymn to Hecate the Genealogies
Part the myth Succession the Muses the Hymn a
Version
Phoenician? Sanchuniathon
Month of Days Days of Precepts Ages of Myth
Myth of Prometheus the Mise en scène and the
Prome
Days and works of “the king” and the below
imprisoned children the Stone and Kronos’
children who are
Iapetos' children Hymn to Hecate the Genealogies
Part the myth Succession the Muses the Hymn a
Version
Phoenician? Sanchuniathon
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#mythology
#tradition
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Motifs Prayer Idioms Hymnic Exclamations Called "A City Is There Miscellaneous," States Emotional and Mental
Motifs, Prayers, Idioms, Hymnic-prayers, and
Hymns
Exclamations called: “‘A City is There?’ questions
Rhetorical.”
“Expressions miscellaneous,” states Emotional
and Mental Speech.
Narrative: “Oppression, its men,
and its men's gods.”
Not Holy. Neither is repression.
Use: Epanalepsis, Anaphora, Speech of Figures
Metaphors, Similes
Use: Epithetic Formulae, Idioms, Phrases
...
Hymns
Exclamations called: “‘A City is There?’ questions
Rhetorical.”
“Expressions miscellaneous,” states Emotional
and Mental Speech.
Narrative: “Oppression, its men,
and its men's gods.”
Not Holy. Neither is repression.
Use: Epanalepsis, Anaphora, Speech of Figures
Metaphors, Similes
Use: Epithetic Formulae, Idioms, Phrases
...
#LGBT
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#feminism
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The Witch's Knot and the Rosary
The Wicca witch was covered both ways
For on her person she carried both her rosary
(Fifty Hail Mary with beads fifty)
And her witche's ladder
A string of forty beads, or sometimes just forty knots
The Witch's Knot of Clovis days
Not much different from
The prayer ropes of
The Desert Fathers of the third century
The Vita Christi rosary, dated to the year 1300
As discovered by theologian Andreas Heinz of Trier
Beads, knots, whatever
A matter of protection for others and her
Intriguing closeness of numbers
Though the...
For on her person she carried both her rosary
(Fifty Hail Mary with beads fifty)
And her witche's ladder
A string of forty beads, or sometimes just forty knots
The Witch's Knot of Clovis days
Not much different from
The prayer ropes of
The Desert Fathers of the third century
The Vita Christi rosary, dated to the year 1300
As discovered by theologian Andreas Heinz of Trier
Beads, knots, whatever
A matter of protection for others and her
Intriguing closeness of numbers
Though the...
#religion
#pagan
#magic
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