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  • #131479
    lineon
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    Poem above 'In His Presence'
    third line should read 'There is no worldly laughter'

    Realities

    Come out of her my people
    I call you with many voices
    For I know every hair on your head
    I know your needs
    Your thoughts are my thoughts
    Your door is My door.

    My house has many doors
    But only one room
    My people gather there
    And wait for my call.
    Strangers cannot enter
    Their reality is far removed.

    #131787
    lineon
    Participant

    Quote (Texas @ May 13 2009,16:52)

    Quote (heiscomingintheclouds @ Oct. 04 2006,11:25)
    Would anyone be interested in a Poetry Thread?


    This following Poem is a Based on the Bible. At one point I had a scripture cited at every line. I have since removed those though. Here it is:
                                   

                                    I'll Try!

    Forced to face just what I am by my analysis of me –

    Facing the truth of what I am and I hate what I now see –

    To change the things that I must change appear to me to

    be –

    A Mountain insurmountable looming high over me –

    Half way along I stopped and clung so desparately –

    The sheer high wall was just too steep, and I fell back  to the

    sea

    I rose once more to inch along so slowly I did rise –

    I doubted that I'd ever reach, that summit oh so high – and I

    fell  –

    I've fallen many times its true, but wearily I try with eyes

    fixed on that summit so high up in the sky –

    I'll fall again, I know that well, and I have so many  times –

    But I'll get back up again, and try and try and try –

    Why do I try to climb this Mountain Oh so high?  To change

    the things that I now see, that put me down on bended

    knee?

    Because this ugly reality has always been mine, and it looks

    like a Mountain that I'll never climb- But I'll try- I'll try- I'll try. Texas


    I'll Try!

    O! What I am I don't like to see
    I want to hide it beneath my tree
    My tree that should be me
    Flourishing and free.

    My tree is wild and fruit full
    Filled with fruit for all to see
    I reach for love, for joy, for God's wisdom
    But my branches are to thin to climb.

    I'll try, I must try again
    The bottom branches that are to thin I'll trim
    My temper I will poison, my knowledge I will realign,
    God's wisdom will surely understand.

    For Texan, written with love in mind.

    #131812
    lineon
    Participant

    Two Bodies

    The one is tired
    The other is asleep,
    My Fathers alarm clock
    Rings in my ear
    Telling me the new day is here.

    I stretch and I yawn
    As tired as can be
    I need to sleep
    Awake I do not want to be,
    Dreams of money is enough for me.

    I roll over and place my feet on the mat
    I get up and I stretch
    But I am pulled back
    I see me still fast asleep
    Dreams of TV and alcohol is good for me.

    I prod and I pinch myself,
    Am I awake
    Is this still a dream?
    My drunken stupor
    Numbs me into dreams.

    I do not give up,
    Awake I must be
    My Father I want to see
    For He wants to grant me
    The gift of eternity.

    My two bodies
    I reconcile,
    I receive the gift of grace
    The other gift is faith,
    My dreams of eternity have become real to me.

    Lineon

    #131874
    Cindy
    Participant

    Hi Lineon I came across this on my Song for Praising God. It is not a Poem, but I believe it belongs here.

    I will be happy when the way is rough, because it gives my patience a way to grow.
    So I will let it grow and not try to squirm out my problems.
    For when my patience is finally in full bloom— then I will be ready
    for anything strong in character, full and complete.

    Peace and Love Irene

    #131965
    lineon
    Participant

    Spiritual Sunshine

    It is a still and quiet landscape, no wind, no rain. These giant Redwood trees grow in perfection. The early morning sunshine filters through the branches, rays of light can be seen in between the trees. I walk in amongst this light.
    Silhouetted against the light I see the form and shape of a brighter light. It is a light amongst light, dazzling the sunshine into obscurity.
    There is no place for me to hide, no place for my face. So I turn around and walk the way I had come. But my eyes had glimpsed this purity, and the light has imprinted itself into my thoughts.
    I cannot turn my back on the light, on purity.
    I face the brightness of the light, I am blinded, a force knocks me off my feet.
    Fright has not engulfed me I know there is no violence here only strength and peace.
    I am awe struck my voice cannot call out, ‘My Lord my God have mercy on me.’ But my mind is not still I call out for enlightenment for strength of spirit to serve in a becoming manner.

    To be continued

    #132011
    lineon
    Participant

    cont.

    I see and I feel the light pouring into me, I am over come with weariness. My eyes close, I am overcome with sleep.
    I slept for many hours.
    When I awoke it was dark, nightfall had come. The Redwood Trees towered above me silhouetted onto the night sky.
    I lay on the ground for awhile thinking about the dazzling light that I had encountered while walking amongst these giants of nature.
    I lay there thinking about the darkness that surrounds me, a darkness that is real that will engulf me if my hand reaches out to stroke its vanity.
    The darkness that the night sky forces into my mind telling it, ‘You cannot be seen you can rampage through the night your lusts will be, will go unobserved.’
    I call for our Lords sword of light that will cut into the night and let darkness be sliced up. My mind welcomes that light.
    I walk through this forest of trees with an open mind, the darkness does not bother me.
    My thoughts are on the goodness of life. On the purity of where I am a beggar receiving the water of life, so that my thirst is for ever quenched and my hunger for ever satisfied.
    The water of life transforms me.

    Lineon

    #132882
    lineon
    Participant

    Are You Ready!

    Have you combed your hair
    Have you washed your feet
    Are your clothes neat
    Have you changed your underwear?
    You must make sure that you will fit through the door
    And that your height is just right from the floor!

    Our Lord will come in a rush,
    Your hair will be uncombed
    Your feet will be unwashed
    Your cloths will be ruffled up
    Your underwear will be old
    A new door will stare you in the face
    And your height from the floor should be just right.

    Many will come
    They will show us tricks,
    But the Lords new door
    Cannot be conjured up from clouds or mist
    His door is real
    No faith can hold you back
    Only our works of life will be our stumbling block.

    #133066
    lineon
    Participant

    Worldly Sanity?

    Doctors of peace show their works
    They aid
    Gun wounds, knife wounds
    Panga wounds, wipe wounds
    Stoning wounds, shackle wounds
    Bomb wounds, strangulation wounds
    Starvation wounds, drowning wounds
    Superstition wounds, magic wounds
    Abusive wounds, rape wounds
    Disease wounds
    Child abuse wounds
    They keep our sanity in place
    God’s sense is still with us.

    #133097
    Cindy
    Participant

    Spiritual Sunshine, :) Keep up the good work
    Love Irene
    :) :)

    #133131
    Cindy
    Participant

    Hi lineone Please tell your wife thank you for Her good wishes. I am feeling somewhat better. Your feet are cold, get your self a heating blanket, that works. We have a lot of rain to deal with this week. That is not so pleasant either. On top of that it is 96% humidity. Hang in there all is temporally.
    Peace and Love Irene

    #133192
    lineon
    Participant

    SA had vote
    In the month of May
    The vote was just for one day.

    How long must the vote be,
    Here between poetry
    Another year or two maybe?

    Can't you bring this voting to a end, moderators?

    :p :)

    Lineon

    #133209
    Cindy
    Participant

    Lineon maybe you should address them in the Help section, that I think they read. I do not know if they read all post. I doubt it.
    Peace and Love Irene

    #133348
    lineon
    Participant

    The Lost and Found

    Are we the lost
    Living on faith and hope?

    Are we the found
    Living in faith and hope?

    Are we the lost
    Who have not answered the door?

    Are we the found
    Displaying our lamp stands two meters off the floor?

    Are we the lost
    Searching to long in the holy book?

    Are we the found
    Letting our word be ‘yes’ and ‘no’?

    Are we the lost
    Living our life on the truth?

    Are we the found
    Living in God’s truth?

    Are we the lost sheep
    Questioning the shepherd
    Who has many flocks of sheep?

    Are we the found sheep
    Obeying the shepherd
    In our works and deeds?

    #133578
    Cindy
    Participant

    lineon look in the Song to praise God tread, Kathi just put a wonderful song from ” Your tube” on. You might like it.
    Peace and Love Irene

    #140566
    lineon
    Participant

    His Kingdom’s Armor

    Receive your power by His hand
    Fit your armor and take your stand
    We’re wrestling with thoughts within
    Receive your armor and take your stand

    Fasten truth around your waist
    Put on God’s breastplate for His praise
    Take His shoes and run with the news
    His peace is Light and it comes from within

    Receive your shield that shows of faith
    No evil arrow will find it’s place
    Fit your helmet of saving grace
    Your sword of words will pray for this universe

    Take your sword of words and pray
    Pray for the orphans
    Pray for the your wife
    Pray for the guy in your life

    Receive your power by His hand
    Fit your armor and take your stand
    We’re wrestling with thoughts that are within
    Receive your armor and take your stand

    #141144
    lineon
    Participant

    Paradise Lost
    1.
    “Sir is this the way into paradise?”
    I asked
    The man with a hood
    Stood leaning on his crook
    Pointing with his hand to the other side
    I turned around and looked
    And saw a bright recessed nook
    “That door seems much to small!” I said
    “To small for you to fit
    Just right for all the misfits”
    Said he who was hiding in the hood.
    I pondered this with clammy hands
    I was nervous and lost
    As I was watching the door
    It became smaller and smaller
    And the color became brighter and brighter
    I turned around wanting
    To speak to the man
    Who was leaning on his crook
    He was not there
    I am alone and lost
    My only hope is this small door
    I must become a misfit I thought.
    I have life that is charmed
    My needs are fulfilled
    My thoughts are in no way in disarray
    I am smarter than the rest
    My IQ is the best
    Why should I become a misfit? [to be continued]

    Lineon

    #141227
    lineon
    Participant

    Paradise Lost [cont]

    2
    As I was observing my surroundings
    The small door in the nook opened
    Particles of light entered
    So tiny indeed
    That I could blow them into the atmosphere
    There is no way that I will become a misfit
    A dwarf a circus freak
    No way, my IQ is much to high
    I felt that I was growing taller
    So pleased was I with my self
    I felt good, I felt strong
    As I was observing my surroundings
    I saw other shapes and forms
    Arguing and fighting
    With hooded men
    For many days they wrestled
    Sparring with words and fists
    Until the hood started slipping off
    I started realizing
    The hooded men were wrestling with themselves
    They became brighter with light
    They over powered the self
    Engulfed their own bodies with light
    They slipped through the bright door
    In the nook, as light. [to be continued]

    Lineon

    #141251
    Cindy
    Participant

    Hi lineon! Nice Poem, it kind of reminds me of Scripture says :” Many are called, but few are chosen.” The road to destruction is wide, while the road to Paradise is narrow. Thank you.
    Peace and Love Irene
    :) :) :)

    #141339
    lineon
    Participant

    Paradise Lost [cont]

    3.
    “I want to be fulfilled” I thought
    “I want to be in control”
    With these words
    The man with the hood came to my side
    And said
    “I am your conscious you must become me
    And I you”
    “I become you? never my IQ is much to high”
    I said
    My conscious reminded me
    Of all the millions of souls
    I had slaughtered
    Of all my thoughts that plotted evil
    The way I treated my wife, mistresses
    And children
    “My name is Stalin
    I am a survivor I shouted into my head”
    With these words
    I saw streams of light leave my body
    And I became dead

    End
    Lineon

    #141362
    Cindy
    Participant

    Oh, WoW  Stalin.  I wonder some times what is God going to do with them.  Also Hitler. My Husband believes that those that God is not calling right now, will have a second chance in the Millenium.  Only the truth will be taught then.  After the Millenium Satan will be loosed again and the Bible says that a Multitude will follow Satan into the Lake of Fire.
    Peace and Love Irene

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