(Religious Poem) A Hollow Vessel

A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that our body is a Holy Vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

 

 

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

 

 

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

 

 

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking on our heart

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If our Soul lacks God, our hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

Heart Cath this morning

Getting ready to leave in a couple of minutes to go to the VA in Lexington Ky for another heart cath. Scheduled to begin it at 10:30 EST. The doctors want to see if my heart is able to handle a neck and low back surgeries later this spring. I have had a couple of other heart surgeries in my past and it is not in very good condition. If everything goes perfect I will be back home this evening, if there are minor issues I might have to stay there a night or two. But if there are major issues this might be my last note to you. I wish each and every one of you God’s peace, grace and love, I wish you all well.—ted

(Spiritual Poem) Praise And Vanity

PRAISE AND VANITY

 

We praise who we are, not what we ought to be

Are we pleased with the mirror, the selfie we see

So vain, or just honesty, not really vanity at all

What we wish for most we worship, this we are

A beautiful bum, Silver Shadow in our garage

What we praise is who we be, who we really are

 

 

Put someone else first, you are an odd one this I see

DC-10, hitch us a ride onto the next large rock barge

Clone us but don’t donate a thing when were dead

So many a plastic neon star self-proclaimed as we are

Through personal praise and ego, a star we know we are

 

 

To whom or what is worthy, that we should ever bow or pray

We know we are so cool, yet we’re one heartbeat from the flame

Wake up dead with Hell’s heat licking our heartless shell of shame

To who is it now that listens to our prayers as we endure the pain

While we’re still breathing, our heart, mind, and Soul, decides today

Careful what we pray for, without humility we show the world our shame

 

(Philosophy Poem) Can We Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

Who do we trust; is there really anyone we would bet your breath of life on

I mean really deep down inside us, answering this question only to ourselves

Our life and our families lives on the line, is there a Soul devoted and true

In our lives, look at all of our living bloodline, would they all drop a dime

At our chosen place of holy worship, do we even really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to us is always golden, unbroken

 

 

Is there anyone in our lives that we can go to who won’t sell us out with a smile

I can only hope my friend that you are blessed like I, with loved ones by my side

Rocks fall upon us all, even our beloved spouse and children will fail us at times

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, to keep our bare toes inside

Can we even trust our own selves to use logic when our dreams talk at night

Where do we go at night in our minds as we wait for sleep to finally arrive

 

 

Is there anyone that we pray for before sleep over takes us and closes our eyes

If we have no family or friends that are trust worthy is that their fault or ours

I pray that we have all have at least one true friend in these days of our lives

I do hope that you are like I in that I have a sweet ball and chain, my bride

When life is full of pain, deceit and lies she is the rib that holds up my smile

I hope that you are like I in that you are blessed with true love before you die

 

 

(Spiritual Poem) An Old Poet’s Prayer

AN OLD POETS PRAYER

 

Here I sit with my pen in my hand

Pondering deep inside myself a prayer

Praying to our Lord, Father, and King

How to write poetic words to You again

 

On my own there is nothing I know

I pray my Lord for rhyme and flow

Please guide my hand my heart in song

Please put Your words in order on my tongue

However in your eyes Lord you wish them flow

 

I pray that all of the words I ever write Lord are yours

I pray Your Spirit Lord is holding my hand like braille

Please tell my thoughts where they should start and let off

Poetic talent can take your shoestrings and uses them to choke you

With the Spirit of The Lord firmly in your Soul there is no earthly prison

 

Son stretch out your mind and write of the things you care about

If the Spirit of God shines within you your poems will may be of light

The darkness of a Poe or a Whitman, were they from a dark soul as well

Bright smiles often hide the dagger or gun up the sleeve as will tell

Careful how you spin your tales remember your spouse married low

 

Lord please excuse the dust upon my hand, my heart, my Bible and my brain

Your power and your wisdom Lord are above my level of knowledge or sight-plane

Through your kindness of your Spirit I always pray you guide my every breath

A heart filled love and with gratitude for Your Spirit to be shared with my Soul

I and my poetry Lord are filled with stumble, yet please accept this old poets prayer

Amen

 

 

 

 

 

(Poem About Reality) Facing Starvation Today

FACING STARVATION TODAY

 

Seven billion people face starvation everyday

One break in the link, one chink in the chain

Someone new will feel the sting of hunger each day

Regarding starvation the civilized have become soulless

Governments gelding the very ones who keep us all fed

 

Starvation; sure, but only in other Nations, not in mine

Do the fat turn a blind eye so they don’t see the pain

Proud people of the Navajo, Apache and the mighty Sioux

Wholesale and Casinos the only way left to feed, or famine

Black, White, Red, or Brown, being poor trampled the same

 

Africa and Asia on T.V. screens we see such sickening pitiful scenes

How can the World say they believe in God, then treat others this way

NASDAQ, profit margins, public company, bottom line all that matters

With the shortage of any product the cost per unit does always raise

Each country and village needs to work hard to be in food self-sufficient

 

The poor die young, the privileged die old, the middle class thinning away

Seven billion people; folks that’s a whole lot of mouths needing food today

Every turn from the light the Earth swallows the blood of the starving innocent

Daily the civilized throw millions of pounds of food, what some call trash; away

Missions and Shelters need our help, please don’t throw these people away

 

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Everyone Has To Matter, Or No one Matters At All

EVERYONE HAS TO MATTER, OR NO ONE MATTERS AT ALL

 

Do we think we are the only thing that is, that matters

Yet even the stars above us do not shine by their own glory

The world gives credit to more than just one land or tongue

With all the hard work we have endured others get the bounty

If we are true to ourselves and to God why should such matter

 

Is it possible for one to love others that our own eyes have not seen

How we seem to love to pose with a shiny stick with a camera on its end

Do real men abandon the Lady if she dare pee the wrong color on the stick

No one gives a damn about you kid, the nature of the words and songs heard

Takes a Village of Caring People, when the parents never cared nor ever will

 

Growing up is an icy fog trying to understand the hate we seem to generate

Beat a child they can grow to hate the beater, and the crowd who didn’t care

Fists and hearts grow callous in a home with no love, faith, or spiritual caring

Yet if we do not share discipline with love, it is a Monster we raise as Our Heir

No one can flee like a coward from the cross-hairs of a child’s hate, grown up

 

There are those that are raised in privilege, and those who were raised with none

So easy for the Ancient to teach their own hate, keep the children hungry and dumb

Hate everyone who worked to become, what they were to lazy themselves to be

Excited looking at oneself, O how piety reeks, smell the sulfur when you breathe

Sleep well till the Keys to Hell or the Strings of Harps jingle in our bedside dreams

Everyone has to matter to everyone before love, caring, and peace can forever reign

 

 

 

 

 

(Philosophy Love Poem) Old Poems And Old Folks

OLD POEMS AND OLD FOLKS

 

Old poems, from where do they generate their light

Old minds, is this what is required to create a past life

Old memories, of what really happened can fluctuate

Old eyes can dim, but the wit and the Soul can stay bright

Old ears can close yet the laughs of yesterday still do remain

Old poems like people can be hate filled or even kind of sweet

 

Old poems, from where do they linger or draw their breath

Old by-gone years and the loved ones those memories possess

Old days of your childhood, whipped and worked like a dog

Old school systems that taught nothing of real life to the child

Old school sweethearts, would’ve been nice if someone had cared

Old poems like dreams allows the heart and mind to fantasize, what if

 

Old poems can bring tears of joy or sometimes tears of pain to the psych

Old lives lived, would we really want to go back in time, do it all again

Old friendships like time itself somehow fade or grow with the ticking clock

Old loves and lovers through poem rekindle the first time they kissed

Old couples on the swing holding hands, sun setting in the glory of God

Old poems can open a dead heart and bring it back, to see the next sunrise

 

(Heart Felt Agony Poem) I Tried To Love You

I TRIED TO LOVE YOU

 

When I am dead

Will you remember me

From my grave I will be quiet

Can I still praise and serve you

If the beating of my heart you destroy

 

I am so weary with the aching of my heart

My tear drops like blood stain my sheets each night

You cause my Soul to grow weary with your hate and lies

Do not your eyes grow tired of seeing everyone as a mark

Viper woman, is the destruction of my heart is your goal

 

The Lord always hears the prayers of those who love and Serve Him

It seems my heart, mind and body are yours to destroy at your will

Foolish, foolish woman, you are destined to live in your hate alone

The Lord indeed see’s the tears and hears the prayers of His servants

I tried to love you, Lord have mercy on those you set your eyes upon

 

(A SALUTE TO X-WIFE)

 

 

(Religious Philosophy Poem) Pondering The Twilight

PONDERING THE TWILIGHT

 

When the air between our ears grows quite disturbed

Pondering the silence of nothingness can weigh so heavy

Tossing and turning we can fight the sweaty sheets each night

So sad, so many know nothing of the relief a simple prayer brings

One does not need be a King like David for our Lord to hear our words

 

Faith is the essence of being, just as love feeds the Soul and the heart

Love is possible only because of the life blood our heart gives to the Soul

Kindness given out these days seems only with evil intended underpinning

Can one lay down in deep peace if their own Soul knows nothing of peace

Remember, we do not have to be a King or Queen for our prayers to be heard

 

Do we delight in a God that also delights in our own happiness

Evil cannot sojourn with a Soul who refuses to let it have rest

All darkness will run from the light, if we faithfully rebuke it

Taunting lips and seductive eyes hide the tears that do not lie

Faith is what is important, not our bloodline, for God loves the poor

 

Let all bloodline’s of the Earth seek refuge in the One and Only Lord

Those that seek to do you ill shall have pure shame upon their faces

Always seek peace through prayer when our World will allow it to be so

For Christ Jesus blesses His Holy Israel as well as all of those who love Him

Pondering the twilight of our time, do we believe in Spiritual salvation and life