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We Are Stories Dec 2019
“a righteous man
picks up his cross,
gathers his loss,
and walks-
reaching for the heavens,
speaking to a passerby,
talking about the afterlife
and how good Jesus is-“

meanwhile-
another baby body is bent and broken
by a father’s “bravery” to believe in something bigger
than the breaths of his boy, his girl, his new born Bethlehem-
Because
Jesus called him.

-I find it hard to believe-
that God in his glorious grace
would give you a mission, to leave their sweet faces
and depart from this place
to carry a block of wood
to witness to others
while losing your children
your wife
your love
your spirit
your humanity-
i don’t think God has called you to anything-

You’re another pompous prophet
Professing his prophecies to impressionable people
To hide the fact that you’re facing much more than you fear to mention
And that you haven’t heard the voice of the lord or felt his love’s tension
And you carry this cross, but haven’t picked the one up in your eye; you are week and feeble.
You speak of goodness
But bring nothing but sorrow
You speak of love
Yet love to hate,
You think yourself a high priest,
But you are no servant.
Let the blood of a bitten tongue
Be the pain lasting longer
Than your false song
Slowly getting stronger.
Ylzm Aug 2019
Jerusalem, will of Man, of Ishmael, and not Isaac
Dome of the Rock and not House of God
A constant thorn and not peace of the Earth
We weep as those who wept at the Second Temple

Jerusalem, a lure, a trap, a stumbling block, a sieve
******* to false prophets and worldly kings
As Ishmael sent away, so shall Jerusalem be exiled
For One greater than the Temple is here: Immanuel

Jerusalem, Bride of God, shall descend from above
Trumpet blasts in skies, the world shall see and mourn
All Israel gathered and her enemies judged
The kingdom of the world becomes the kingdom of God
Farooq Ansari Feb 2018
I see eternity
all but burned out
didn't know, if I could
stay out of this path,
till I reach you,
your damning beauty
evermore, I will.

I have to, I know it for a fact,
I've never known anything else.

I see the creation weeping
for a creator that remains unforgiving
how many more wounds
could she heal before finally caving in?

I see the desert, its name
speaking for itself
you didn't dwell here,
so the caves are where I go.
only warmth here that I know of,
I flamed them myself.

I see you afloat, sleeping
in a sea without any shore
the stars crashing like waves
at your feet, as you dream
of everything we could ever see.

I see the shore, atop this mountain
how could the ship stray its path?
for only the pious
were sheltered aboard.
escaping one doom,
assuring another.

I see your creatures
their eyes glistening with tales
of sorrow, gratitude and salvation.
I couldn't tell one from another.
one and the same, they remained
to this uncertain spectator.

I see pathways littered
with the prayers of the crooked
as they went wild, following the trail
of any footsteps that they could find.
defeated, they carved them
there on the road,
and we looked away.


I see serenity,
reaching out as it falls.
burning bright in its passive demise,
its melody lost in static,
its prophecy lost in chants.


I shut my eyes, I couldn't see
your glory had blinded me, finally.

I shut my eyes, you see
the brilliance was too much for me.
chloe fleming Feb 2018
the pointless prophets they point out to us will eventually become the demons we run from in our sleep.
all it is, is how you see.
"A Man,
-any man,
will always tell you...
...what is on his mind.
The mind tells you nothing!
Knothing at all about him...
...that old books will not deliver."

"One cannot defeat his opponent,
by knowing only of his mind...
...for in his heart,
...in the Heart...
there in lies a mystery!"

-Al'akh min madinat 'Iilizabith'
[0194]

<radio to tune-in>*
95.1
I enjoy reading these old books very much. It reminds us of today in many ways.
False prophets, you dig our graves with sinister divinations,
Bestow unrepentant indignation, and neglect to hide your shallowness.
Cast condescending shadows from high upon your sanctimonious mount, but
We wear our pride; our faith and love, our shrouds, and we will not be buried in the night.
Oh, I say woe unto them that call evil good and substitute darkness for light.
Oh, weary we may be, but forsaken we are not. Tread lightly when with lust and greed you choose to cast your lots.
Written for First Baptist Church of Worcester Poetry Fest Challenge 1: Acrostic – FBCWOO.
Marlo V Ford Jul 2017
Earth, a simplistic nature of complex understanding that buries beauty underneath it's own realities.

Realities that are predermined by ancestors of past that left no hope for future life, future life that are yet to be discovered.

Life that will be struck by unattainable solutions, though solutions that brings hope. Living through lies, lies through which new promises are made.

Earth, a simplistic nature of false prophets.
Groved Wall Apr 2017
I am mad
or so they say

Seems sad
the prophets way

I am bad
or so they say

Its always been
the prophets way

Shine the light
on the right

Resist and fight
ink is might

I am mad
or so they say

but I will live to fight another day
brandon nagley Jan 2017
Ariseth watchman, O' prophet's dust off the dirt from thy feet. Ourn messiah is close, Iisoús Christós,
He's at the narrow door
Knocking; hair white as
Snow, countenance as
A white sun.
            
                    Waken, liven up thy hope,
For ourn lord hast risen; all thing's made subject to him.

Art thou ashamed of the great "I AM",
O' Christian? Is thy lamp trimmed, full of oil? Or is thy lamp half full.

Art thou ready? Or playing
World as time ticks through.

From thy slumber, wash the crust out of thy eyne, judgements soon to
Befall this sphere, get thy mind
Settled, focus on what's right.

Watchman watch, O' prophet's write,
Yeshua's coming as a thief;
To rapture up his bride.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©prophetic poetry
Ariseth: means arise.
Slumber:,sleep.
Watchman in the bible: The Bible uses the role of a watchman to describe the work of a prophet among God's people. The role of a watchman is vital to a full understanding of the work of God in the end time. The watchman pays attn to all prophetic things happening around them and warns others, one who blows the trumpet you can say, one who warns. Similar to prophets.
Prophet;a person regarded as an inspired teacher or proclaimer of the will of God. A messenger of god many times by visions, dreams.
Thy:thy.
Ourn:our.
Iisoús Christós: jesus Christ in greek.
Liven up: make lively.
Hast:has.
Art:are.
Thou:,you.
I AM in the bible was a name given as a name for god one of many names like Yahweh, jehovah, elohim,
As also immanuel or pronounced Emmanuel meaning (god with us or god is with us). I am stems from

Exodus 3:14King James Version (KJV)
14 And God said unto Moses, I Am That I Am: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I Am hath sent me unto you.
Where i talk about lamp has to do with the parable of the ten virgins in the bible..spoken below which in.other words is your lamp full are you going to be ready for when the lord comes to rapture his people ( the bride away meaning the church) as christ is called the bridegroom before all the tribulation hits on earth or will you have no oil and be searching for that oil in the last minute yet it will be to late Christ would have already taken his people and shut the door. Are you ready Christian to meet yeshua ( jesus).
Matthew 25:1-13King James Version (KJV)

1' Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.

2 And five of them were wise, and five were foolish.

3 They that were foolish took their lamps, and took no oil with them:

4 But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps.

5 While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept.

6 And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.

7 Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps.

8 And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out.

9 But the wise answered, saying, Not so; lest there be not enough for us and you: but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves.

10 And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut.

11 Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us.

12 But he answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not.

13 Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.

Eyne: archaic for eyes.
Christians who are saved in jesus Christ be ready for Christ is at the door, Christ is soon to call his bride) we know not the day nor hour not even Christ knows nor the angels, but god knows as bible spoke. But bible also spoke ( you will know even when its at the doors) by all signs prophetically in the news, and by millions including me having prophetic dreams and visions of what's to come as joel 2 speaks also the book of acts states.  
(Joel 2:28-32)

God’s Spirit Poured Out

28 “And it shall come to pass afterward
That I will pour out My Spirit on all flesh;
Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
Your old men shall dream dreams,
Your young men shall see visions.
29 And also on My menservants and on My maidservants
I will pour out My Spirit in those days.
30 “And I will show wonders in the heavens and in the earth:
Blood and fire and pillars of smoke.
31 The sun shall be turned into darkness,
And the moon into blood,
Before the coming of the great and awesome day of the Lord.
32 And it shall come to pass
That whoever calls on the name of the Lord
Shall be saved.
For in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there shall be deliverance,
As the Lord has said,
Among the remnant whom the Lord calls.
Christ will come as a thief in the night
, 1 Thessalonians 5:
2For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night. 3For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape. 4But ye, brethren, are not in darkness, that that day should overtake you as a thief.

So Christians don't let his coming overtake you as a thief in the night, be ready ,be ready.
I.beg anyone who doesnt know yeshua jesus as their lord and savior go back read my poems on urgent message to read for all how to escape the coming judgement how to be saved in jesus go down my poems find them read them, accept christ as your lord and savior today your clock is running out im warning everyone here for the last time, before all hits the fan . Plz read other posts on accepting Christ and judgement you want eternal life in heaven and true peace love with a loving savior with arms open to all people go read my posts asap plz last warning good luck. Actually copy link below paste in.browser read it all accept christ today im blowing the alarm here my warning accept him today..

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1837677/serious-note-not-poemyour-time-is-running-out-readerjudgement-is-coming-to-the-world-read-find-out-how-to-escape-tribulation-coming/

Another link

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1778274/rapture-arabic-tongue-not-a-poem-but-truth-you-need-to-know-seek-truth-you-shall-find-it-or-close-thy-ears-and-eyes/
Stanley Wilkin Dec 2016
I feel I have to make my defence
Regarding those who over several millennium
Believe they can speak for me;
I do not need to name names, do I? You know
Exactly who I mean. What can I do?
I speak briefly to someone once and, before
I know it, we’re ***** buddies-they claim to
Know my inner-most thoughts,
My opinions on every subject from what
Clothes to wear to who to marry.

Do I not have more important things to think about?
The well-being of an entire universe to evaluate
On a daily basis?
How you treat one another is your concern-
Just keep me out of your bigotry and spite,
My name out of your books, my voice out
Of your heads. I am not who you claim me
To be; I am far better and, at certain times, far worse.
I am both nothing and everything!

You can nevertheless be assured-
I do not lead your armies, support your murders,
Sanctify your suicides, bless your hatreds.
I do not inhabit your words,
Your statues, your art, nor am I the knowing
Voice in your head or the gnawing pain
In your heart. Own what is yours!




Originally, I was a small-time local deity,
Lord of the mountain, brooks and olives.
Benevolent, ***** and shy.
Nothing special! One god amongst many
In and out of pantheons, attached to this
Goddess or that. Sometimes I was el of the
Desert, sometimes the family god in
The corner or staring out of the tent flap-
Inauspicious and insignificant!

I was happy then. I had none of the obsessive
Responsibilities of a universal god. I seduced
The local women, fathered thousands of mixed-children-
Part deity/part human-received the flow of eager
Sacrifice; the few remaining aurochs,
Bulls, deer and first born. The smoke always revitalised me!
Children’s flesh was always particularly nourishing!
For such extensive insurance for my continued interest
I protected each group who so honoured me, destroying
Their enemies, as well as their friends.
(But, oh, not now! I’m expected now to exterminate entire neighbourhoods,
Nations and cultures! Now I’m expected to be the murderer,
The sole master of death!)

I was without ideas! I accepted everyone, loathe to judge!
****** peccadilloes I found interesting, fun.
Adultery I saw as an aspect of marriage,
Homosexuality, the absorbing antitheses of the endless
Production of new life, from its sterile cusp
Seeping forth new ideas and artistic burgeoning.
I created beauty, adoring it. I danced to
Lively music, sang to beautiful songs.

In Egypt a disgruntled warrior-priest arose, preaching violence,
Preaching conquest. I trembled in his angry presence,
Shaken by his bloodlust. An excitable poet sang of his adventures,
Turning a 100 followers into thousands. The poets used my name-
One fashioned in gentleness-to encourage war.
Then, from the confusions of statehood, prophets emerged
Spreading their misery through my authority,
Grinding my benevolence under soiled sandals,
Telling others what to do, as if the words were mine-
Engaging in genocide with pitiless intention.
They flail my soul with madness!

And so on and so on; numerous messengers
Shouting of sin and retribution,
My voice reverberating with their words,
As I stand in the shadows like a serial killer,
Frightened of lamplight. With nothing
More to do, conforming savants
Described rules for life, a non-existent heaven,
Transcribed my thoughts from their own experiences
Created another reality, ignoring their own.



I am now terrified of my name
(EL, YHWH, Allah) Terrified of what it represents-
Burdened by its acquisition
By the bombastic and cruel.
I, who was once a god, now
Am captive, a prisoner of recitation.
Where once I had priests to beckon, they
Now beckon me. Where once I pronounced on
Goodness, I am now too alarmed to speak.
Where once I was the object of sacrifice
I am now the sacrifice itself.
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