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Poetic Prayer 3
- << Inside debate >>
- “When love is love”
- “Complexity”
- Bereavement
- "What I Feel Like"
Poetic Prayer 3
Most high Almighty God, Our holy Creator,
To Our One and Only true God and Father of Our Sweet Saviour;
I come in prayer in the name of Jesus Christ.
The Lord Our Sheppard, the Way, the Truth and Life.
Heavenly Father, You know I could never make amends,
For all my episodes of disobedience and numerous sins;
For the stubbornness of my heart made my life hard.
Still I seek the face of the Most Merciful God.
For years I have studied Your incomparable mercy and grace,
I assert nothing can enter my heart and take Your place;
Perhaps that assertive paradox is beyond unbelievers’ comprehension,
It doesn’t matter to me, O Lord, as long as it got Your attention.
Do not turn Your face from me;
Nor let me be crushed by the angels of enmity;
Forgive me for my sins, inquities and transgressions,
Teach me godly lessons but withhold not Your blessing.
Awake me with the kiss of wisdom, that I do more than cope,
Grant me a glimpse of Thou Kingdom to magnify my hope;
And when the angels of darkness taunts my mind,
Because the answers to my prayers are taking some time;
Father send Thou Heavenly Angels of Light,
To remind me of Your faithfulness and help me do right.
And when the longing for freedom makes my eyes teary,
And inconsistent patience makes my soul weary;
Touch in me where understanding begins,
To recognize Your love through all my friends.
Then when I realize there is nothing I lack,
Create in me a pure heart that I may love them back.
Thank You Jesus for all You do for me,
And may God be glorified for all eternity.
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<< Inside debate >>
I can imitate a fool,
but can a fool imitate me;
If I’m seeking the humane wisdom-
that the foolish refuses to see?
If I can display hatred-
becoming a slave to it’s act;
Can not I destroy hatred with love,
passing on it’s impact?
If I can take an eye for an eye,
rejoicing in bloodlust;
Aren’t I becoming equal with evil-
intoxicated by the rush?
Or can I rise to a higher level,
embracing grace and intellect;
Refusing to cease a life in vengeance-
avoiding mistakes I can’t correct?
I can imitate a fool,
but can a fool imitate me;
So, who is imitating wisdom-
in the debate of the death penalty?
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love”
I’m the beginning of these words
In the present tense,
I’m the understanding of thoughts-
That gives them sense.
I’m the feeling you feel-
When your heart’s been touched.
The diamond amongst your jewels-
That means so much.
I’m the bliss in your eyes
That makes them pretty,
Not even Solomon’s city-
Could touch you beauty.
I’m the ultimate attention-
In your sexy style,
I’m the joyous sound-
The giggle in your smile.
I’m the taste on your tongue
When it’s between soft lips,
The attraction in your walk,
And the physique in your hips.
I’m the difference which makes things
Seem out of the norm,
I’m the spirit that compelled
This poet to write this poem.
I’m faster than your eyes can blink,
But the wisdom in your mind-
That makes you think.
I’m the power of your choice,
Experiences in your decisions.
I’m the freedom in your voice,
And the hope of all religions.
I’m all of your happiness-
And all that bliss is made of,
I exist for you…
For I AM LOVE.
top “Complexity”
What the eyes see may not be simple,
A lot goes on within the human temple;
Two spirits battling for the most control,
Paranoia elements when friends turn to foes.
Can love endure without complete trust,
With biblical beliefs we all came from dust?
Who to trust is a challenge for the mind,
Though logic is blunted when rushed by time.
The game of life breeds oppressive referees,
Multiplying chaos at home and overseas;
Sporadically in unison for justice we fight,
But individually, seldom do we do what’s right.
At times love is the prophet we follow,
Yet threat of one’s image makes pride hard to swallow,
From the same lips we bless and curse,
Manifesting in reality are the words we nurse.
Thus if the world’s end surges with a riling thrust,
The provocation was utterly caused by us.
top Bereavement
Unknown often when death comes near,
Compelling broken hearts to face it’s blow;
The propensities to reason seem unclear,
When rationality tends to drag us low.
Seemingly O death manifests afar,
Or so unconsciously we embrace the facade;
Losing loved ones to an inevitable law,
Whether tragical or peacefully is indubitably hard.
Reminiscent heart hear sounds of laughter,
Of sons, daughters, wives, husbands and friends;
And memories of their joy shall remain hereafter,
As a blessing to the spirit and soul within.
But, oh how thou absent physicality awakens,
Realities’ most dreadful epitome;
O precious soul in motion taken,
My lost expressions are in tears I free.
Yet, who I have loved I shall love still,
That love which I’ve cherished shall never die;
Till my own end, this oath shall I fulfil.
And walk on through tears that cherubs and I cry.
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I feel like this thought—
Which feels like me,
Together in unison—
Which is plain to see.
I feel like the idea—
Sought in prayers of hope;
At times, I feel like plants,
Abused and turned dope.
I feel like the ghettos,
Impregnated with strugglers,
From the unemployed to the desperadoes—
Breeding thieves, pimps, and hustlers.
I feel like under-paid teachers,
As I ponder the careers they’ve made;
Those whom love the gift of teaching,
But still need to get paid.
I feel like the war-oholic,
Becoming what it aims to end—
Turning soldiers into alcoholics,
All in the name of Twins.
I feel like the spirit of Love—
Is trying to teach me something,
But I am distracted by the people—
Who are trying to kill me for nothing.
I feel like the unfathered son,
Who never seen his dad;
I can feel the internal pain,
From lacking what he should’ve had.
I feel like true wisdom,
That which took too long to come;
Now, I feel like showing the youth,
What-the-mind, can do, without a gun.
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