"theos" poems
Though Life can be extremely difficult
and experiences can deeply traumatize us,
we can learn to control how we respond -
as demonstrated by our Lord, Christ Jesus.
For He alone is the hope of our glory;
when we show genuine, jubilant enthusiasm,
we naturally exhibit that “God is within”;
thus, we’re able… to bridge sin’s chasm.
This separation from God can be overcome
with daily prayer and faith’s resilience.
Become intimate with your “Identity in Christ”
and continue to reflect the Kingdom’s brilliance.
Having energetic and vibrant attitudes,
we see more opportunities brought to our door.
Via God’s Love and abundance principles,
His blessings upon us… continue to pour.
Remember! We’re blessed to be a blessing;
prayerfully develop your mission’s vision.
Search for personal solutions within The Word,
while reducing the likelihood of… bad decisions.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Col 3:18-25; Eph 6:4-9
Enthusiasm is defined from a combination of Greek words: “Theos” means God, while the other two words are “En-Tae”, which implies within. So enthusiasm actually means the “God Within.” It is the shining source of goodness and respect for one’s self and others.
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
i.
I thank thee Almighty, for the pulchritude of the blue,
Thou hath rendered me with a woman, a gentle darling
Of Asia's moon.
ii.
I thank thee O' father, for the firmament child, thou hast
Been merciful to me, with a queen of coastline wild's;
As I buss her in only sleep, I looketh forward to ourn coming,
Knowing one day we shalt walk hand in hand-
Face to face, glory stunning.
iii.
I thank thee O' Theos, omnipotent upon thy throne, to praise do I giveth thee, engineer of flesh and bone; thou hast made mine bed in heaven, and on Earth Jane mine abode, thou hast given me an offering, a soulmate to mine soul, How more than satisfied I am-
To calleth her mine sweet, O' Yahweh do I setteth mine life down upon thy feet.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedicated
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
“…and looking at a picture on the opposite wall.”
-C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
Ikons are windows to another World
Of Theos and Theotokos, of our saints
Some as merry as yet are others stern
While forming from the prayerful writer’s 1 hand
And in the saints the Light of God shines through
True witnesses to that transcendental Truth
And so we pause and with a candle catch
The prayer-light of their eternity
(As does the bedes-spider 2 who lives there)
Ikons are windows to that truer World
1 In Orthodoxy an ikon is said to be written rather than drawn or painted, but y’r ‘umble scrivener is no authority; the reader might begin a study of ikons / icons with:
http://www.pravmir.com/how-to-sep-up-an-icon-corner-at-home/
2 An Orthodox friend discovered that a spider had made its home among his ikons, and so in peace and hierarchical obedience the little creature served God as a sort of canon, or perhaps a bedes-spider, until its death.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
When Sun and Moon have found their place,
Angels gather as witnesses of first birth.
"Let there be life," Theos proclaims.
Incipient buds appear. Promise of Beauty forever.
Life bursts forth.
Flowers and weeds grow together.
Weary gardeners tend the soil.
Angels in silence weep when flowers fall.
by
Wyle Tan
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Found one another in clean white cotton fluff
Immediate halt, Greek Theos, thematic vowel
Rock star curls, twists fell your neck, shoulders
Exquisite softness, loops eros and cotton towel
Deluxe strength, and rest of you tanned
Almost bumptious, except eyes, grin too cool
Brought into your ellipses, tremulous flutters
No names exchanged before mouths grew drool
Kiss that could have lasted conquering of Rome
What had happened to us in diaphoresis baths?
Battle of endurance ensued, gripping challenge
Whence young men in small towels cross paths
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Covered and uncovered
moving and still,
both warm and cold,
with winds that bear ill,
and bring fill to dreams of those,
Writhing and surviving
forms, shapes, the visible,
minor majority,
major minority,
all in the same disgusting key,
of off,
the invisible, the spiritual, intangibles,
seen and unseen, those in the darkest hours
more than religious fervour
more than abuse of power,
there is no third world
there is one world,
you want to be second place,
in a one cart race,
speeding through space,
this Place is rusty, but it is not old,
this Place is dusty, some call it gold,
this Place is musty, environmentalists told,
this Place is gusty, cavernous mouths spout bill of goods sold,
this Place is crusty, waiting on a nine point oh, surface roll
this Place is trusty, as created by the trio of the Bold
this Place is all you got,
if you don't change,
you haven't thought...much about
Theos Place.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Who, I ask,
Is this phantom I pen poems for?
What ghost
Is this, apparition of my verse
And greatly its inspiration?
None; that’s who.
Worse yet,
My insistence on wasting ink away
On mysterious “you”s
Whatever, whoever
She may be.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
i know the romance,
and -cing of the stones....
but the *********** fog
hangs over me...
like i might be a homosexual
with padre theos as my
counterpart to spread: an idea...
sooner they die: sooner
the better.............................
liam say you're gay
too... come on in extremino?
i'm getting musical about
1980s polish pop....
gotta janga-wang-wang that ****
into a poem...
emotional-esque is worth,
for a fox is only worth a **** ****
off mate! you better see the word than
see the word... counter pychology, true.
when russians try to integrate
i'm like: ******* want to kije or kite?
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC