• Welcome to Religious Forums, a friendly forum to discuss all religions in a friendly surrounding.

    Your voice is missing! You will need to register to get access to the following site features:
    • Reply to discussions and create your own threads.
    • Our modern chat room. No add-ons or extensions required, just login and start chatting!
    • Access to private conversations with other members.

    We hope to see you as a part of our community soon!

I enjoy writing poetry

JJ50

Well-Known Member
One of my hobbies is writing poetry, some of which has been published.

Here are a few examples.


Questioning


I question,

I query,

I analyse,

What is God?

Where is God?

Is there a Heaven?

Does Hell exist?

Will God find me?

Or do I find God?

What is my destiny?

Questions, so many questions,

Answers are few,

Provoking more questions.

RJG


Reaping The Whirlwind



Lovely weather? Awful weather?

Said without thought or particular notice.

It usually breaks the ice

Hot, cold, wet or dry,

The British comment on the weather.

Suddenly we are fearful

We no longer talk in jest.

Floods, storms, ice and snow

For Man’s insensitivity to Nature,

We are reaping the WHIRLWIND.

RJG



Ominous Quiet Water


Flowing with swift placidity

The surface softly undulating

Stealthily increasing its volume

Slowly but perceptibly the level rises

The darkness hides the imminent danger

Its defences are overwhelmed

The river’s banks breached along its length

Releasing the ominous quiet water.

RJG



The Leaf



The deciduous tree sheds its burden

Ready for renewal in the spring.

The furled, wrinkled leaf falls lazily

To join its crinkly, crunchy companions,

In a tawny carpet beneath the outspread boughs.

Kicked and thrown by delighted children

The leaf lands away from its fellows,

A temporary haven for a scurrying mouse

Sheltering from the jaws of a predatory cat.

The depredation of winter, rain, snow and wind

Transforms the leaf into a translucent lace doily

In preparation for final decay and obliteration.

RJG

















 

james blunt

Well-Known Member
One of my hobbies is writing poetry, some of which has been published.

Here are a few examples.


Questioning


I question,

I query,

I analyse,

What is God?

Where is God?

Is there a Heaven?

Does Hell exist?

Will God find me?

Or do I find God?

What is my destiny?

Questions, so many questions,

Answers are few,

Provoking more questions.

RJG


Reaping The Whirlwind



Lovely weather? Awful weather?

Said without thought or particular notice.

It usually breaks the ice

Hot, cold, wet or dry,

The British comment on the weather.

Suddenly we are fearful

We no longer talk in jest.

Floods, storms, ice and snow

For Man’s insensitivity to Nature,

We are reaping the WHIRLWIND.

RJG



Ominous Quiet Water


Flowing with swift placidity

The surface softly undulating

Stealthily increasing its volume

Slowly but perceptibly the level rises

The darkness hides the imminent danger

Its defences are overwhelmed

The river’s banks breached along its length

Releasing the ominous quiet water.

RJG



The Leaf



The deciduous tree sheds its burden

Ready for renewal in the spring.

The furled, wrinkled leaf falls lazily

To join its crinkly, crunchy companions,

In a tawny carpet beneath the outspread boughs.

Kicked and thrown by delighted children

The leaf lands away from its fellows,

A temporary haven for a scurrying mouse

Sheltering from the jaws of a predatory cat.

The depredation of winter, rain, snow and wind

Transforms the leaf into a translucent lace doily

In preparation for final decay and obliteration.

RJG


I enjoy writing poetry for fun , I haven't published anything or tried to publish anything though as I don't consider my good at poetry .
 

JJ50

Well-Known Member
My proudest moment came when I wrote a poem about the terrible 9/11 tragedy. I put it on-line and it was viewed by the chief fire officer of the Pentagon fire service. He asked my permission to display it in their office.
 

james blunt

Well-Known Member
My proudest moment came when I wrote a poem about the terrible 9/11 tragedy. I put it on-line and it was viewed by the chief fire officer of the Pentagon fire service. He asked my permission to display it in their office.

I was traveling to work when 9/11 happened , not in the USA ! It came on the news and it was horrific to hear and see .
Anyone who'd ever do anything like that has no honest religious beliefs , God would never agree with anything of such .
People get roped into doing evil work for others , I sort of feel sorry for some people who do things like this .
Their minds have been controlled by other persons and the others persons are really laughing behind their backs .
Simple logic , why aren't the persons telling persons to do things like this doing it ? The reason they know death is death and the there after is without consciousness .
People should want to live as long as they can and never want to hurt other people .
 

JJ50

Well-Known Member
I was traveling to work when 9/11 happened , not in the USA ! It came on the news and it was horrific to hear and see .
Anyone who'd ever do anything like that has no honest religious beliefs , God would never agree with anything of such .
People get roped into doing evil work for others , I sort of feel sorry for some people who do things like this .
Their minds have been controlled by other persons and the others persons are really laughing behind their backs .
Simple logic , why aren't the persons telling persons to do things like this doing it ? The reason they know death is death and the there after is without consciousness .
People should want to live as long as they can and never want to hurt other people .

We happened to have the TV on at the time and saw the second plane fly into the tower as it happened. It was deeply shocking to those of us here in the UK.
 

james blunt

Well-Known Member
We happened to have the TV on at the time and saw the second plane fly into the tower as it happened. It was deeply shocking to those of us here in the UK.

What hurts is to imagine is that families , children included , probably watched their loved ones deaths on the television and were helpless to do anything about it !

The world can be a dangerous place ,
If only our hearts we give ,
It would be a better place to live ,
Let's all forgive !
Forget the past ,
Happiness at last ,
Demons cast ,
In haste ,
A better human race !
 

The Anointed

Well-Known Member
We happened to have the TV on at the time and saw the second plane fly into the tower as it happened. It was deeply shocking to those of us here in the UK.

But there was dancing and rejoicing in the streets of Palestine, or so it was reported in the news..
 

The Anointed

Well-Known Member
I too like to writ poetry.

To my Muslim mates who love Australia.

Many men have sought to tame her
Many men have played their hand
Many men have come to court her
From far and distant lands
But the men who'll win her favour
And take her for their wife
Are the men who love Australia
And will give to her their life.

She's the Queen of Southern Waters
And we, like ants and bees
Protect her sons and daughters
In this land that's girt by seas
This wide brown land that we call home
Where the golden wattles blow
Is the land from which we'll no more roam
As we watch our children grow

Now our children call her mother
This land we took to wife
In this world there'll be no other
For who, we'll offer up our life
We see into the future
A world --- free from wars and pain
Where our children and their children
Are all --- Australians.......The Anointed........................
 

The Anointed

Well-Known Member
I too like to writ poetry.

To my Muslim mates who love Australia.

Many men have sought to tame her
Many men have played their hand
Many men have come to court her
From far and distant lands
But the men who'll win her favour
And take her for their wife
Are the men who love Australia
And will give to her their life.

She's the Queen of Southern Waters
And we, like ants and bees
Protect her sons and daughters
In this land that's girt by seas
This wide brown land that we call home
Where the golden wattles blow
Is the land from which we'll no more roam
As we watch our children grow

Now our children call her mother
This land we took to wife
In this world there'll be no other
For who, we'll offer up our life
We see into the future
A world --- free from wars and pain
Where our children and their children
Are all --- Australians.......The Anointed........................

On a no named street of loneliness where the down and outs all sleep
Where the cities smog of fumes and fog through darkened alleys creep
Huddled in a cardboard box, protected from the damp
Lay a gaunt grey headed dying man, just another lonesome tramp.

The reaper glides, through lonely streets of hopelessness and gloom
A compassionate and faceless one, not the harbinger of doom
He stops before the tortured soul, who with his dying breath
Sings thanks, to God’s dark angel, for the blessed gift of death......….The Anointed.
 

The Anointed

Well-Known Member
On a no named street of loneliness where the down and outs all sleep
Where the cities smog of fumes and fog through darkened alleys creep
Huddled in a cardboard box, protected from the damp
Lay a gaunt grey headed dying man, just another lonesome tramp.

The reaper glides, through lonely streets of hopelessness and gloom
A compassionate and faceless one, not the harbinger of doom
He stops before the tortured soul, who with his dying breath
Sings thanks, to God’s dark angel, for the blessed gift of death......….The Anointed.

I walk with and talk with an angel
He picks me up each time that I fall down
He's one who knows and understands my heartaches
For just like me, He himself had fallen down
But like the serpent Moses lifted in the desert
He himself was lifted up upon a tree
Now he sits beside our Father in the heavens
Where he intercedes with God for fools like me...….The Anointed.
 

The Anointed

Well-Known Member
I walk with and talk with an angel
He picks me up each time that I fall down
He's one who knows and understands my heartaches
For just like me, He himself had fallen down
But like the serpent Moses lifted in the desert
He himself was lifted up upon a tree
Now he sits beside our Father in the heavens
Where he intercedes with God for fools like me...….The Anointed.

The mournful scream of a whistle that pierced the morning air
Awoke in me a memory, from the distant past somewhere
A memory I had tried to hide ...... in the darkness of my mind
Now that mournful whistle wakes again, the memory of my crime.

How many years have passed me by? How many nights have I sat and cried?
The tears I’ve shed in guilt’s despair, but forgiveness ..... I could find nowhere.
I see her face in all my dreams, and recoil each time I hear those screams
All ye who read this.... pity me....who must carry this guilt through eternity....The Anointed
 

The Anointed

Well-Known Member
The mournful scream of a whistle that pierced the morning air
Awoke in me a memory, from the distant past somewhere
A memory I had tried to hide ...... in the darkness of my mind
Now that mournful whistle wakes again, the memory of my crime.

How many years have passed me by? How many nights have I sat and cried?
The tears I’ve shed in guilt’s despair, but forgiveness ..... I could find nowhere.
I see her face in all my dreams, and recoil each time I hear those screams
All ye who read this.... pity me....who must carry this guilt through eternity....The Anointed

ETERNA FIELDS.

Well I guess I really should have
And I would have, if I could have,
But I didn’t, so I know that I’m to blame.
We were standing by the river
When she begged me to forgive her,
But I didn’t, now I hang my head in shame.

Her tears were flowing freely
And although I loved her dearly,
The thing she done had cut me to the core.
So I ignored her tears and pleading,
For inside my heart was bleeding,
I didn’t realise, that hers was bleeding more.

It was below the dam they found her,
Water weeds all wrapped around her,
That held her to the bottom of the deep.
In my self righteous pride and honour,
I had turned my back upon her,
Now, eternal fields of sorrow must I reap……The Anointed.
 
Top