Poems about God
The Bully Within
Nearly everyone has utter contempt for a bully;
only a very few, will allow him to slide;
we’d like to pull him up, feet first, by a pulley:
such thoughts, leave us laughing, inside.
And, yet, each of us has our own bully, within;
seeking those
The Bridge From Despair
All lives are exposed to pain and sorrow;
and endless trials, so difficult to bear;
tho we always hope for a better tomorrow;
we often sink into the pit of despair.
Despair is the valley of the shadow of death;
a treacherous reality lacking love or
The Greatest Love
Many a challenge, occurs in each life;
for which there’s no form of protection;
and, of all the various forms of strife;
I think I dread most, a rejection.
Words of love tendered to another;
whether by thoughts or deeds;
rejected; causing pressure to smother;
that
The Separation
In the beginning, all was One;
all aware of each other;
The Father of all, beget a Son;
and then, each sister and brother.
Time doesn’t live everywhere;
it only lives where it’s born;
It isn’t allowed where we care;
it’s usually regarded with
Mountains Of Truth
Truth is a range of limitless mountains;
which none have been able to climb;
an elusive energy, flowing from fountains;
only by fools, defined.
Many think truth, itself, is subjective;
there are no real absolutes;
when others declare it to be objective;
they pull their hair by
Money Talks
We live in a world where money is king;
we are just money’s slaves;
with money, we can buy anything;
becoming the serpent’s knaves.
Morality and ethics; each only a word;
both, we’re told to ignore.
Money says, “morality” is clearly absurd;
and ethics can’
The Prescription
When sick, we see a doctor or nurse;
due to illness or other affliction;
in order that things won’t get worse;
we’re given a doctor’s prescription.
A prescription is an order you can obey;
to improve your physical condition;
instead, you may think, “I’ll
How Goes It ?
Where do we go; where is it, we’ve been;
what kind of road must we travel?
What are we up to, when we begin;
are we threatened it all will unravel?
Do any of us ever go anywhere;
or are we simply words on the page?
