Life Giver

Abel, son of Adam, lived to be about 100 years. A baby to a tree. Cut short his faithful span by envy--a brother called Cain.

Righteous blood still strong in mind for recall to potential eternity on earth a life after perfection's fall.

Life-giver.
From memorial tombs reclaim
once dead from wars games,
pestilence, criminal violence worldwide to blame.

Enoch and Noah,
fearless
proclaimed God’s message of warning
before the Deluge.

Abraham and Sarah,
who entertained angels

Moses,
through whom the Law was given at Mount Sinai after passing through a Red Sea, baptized into a relationship with a Savior producing

courageous prophets: Daniel, Ezekiel, Jeremiah, who saw the destruction of Jerusalem in 607 B.C.E.

John the Baptizer,
who heard God himself identify Jesus as His Son.

Life-giver.
From memorial tombs reclaim
once dead from wars games,
pestilence, criminal violence worldwide to blame.

So many loyal servants who died during these horrendous last days of this present wicked system of things.

Yet, also those considered "unrighteous" who never knew how righteousness to seriously pursue

will back to living humanity God through Christ will bring.

Opened new scrolls to instruct inhabitants globally in daily life under a peaceful rule. 

Maybe some of these memorialized ones specially loved by you.

Life-giver.
From memorial tombs reclaim
once dead from wars games,
pestilence, criminal violence worldwide to blame.

Based on: https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102005137?q=resurrection&p=par
Written for contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2687860-Grave-digger....-© 6 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope poems • love poems • pain poems • sad poems • spiritual poems

She Started to Sing

As her spirit slipped slowly from her tortured soul
her mind grasped whispered beloved soft words
she'd everyday read, thus in essence, visually heard:

"Remember, how much I really love you.
No one can love you more than I do.

Wherever you are is wherever I'll be.
Just please,

I must hear from you in
sincerity.

Yes daily and often
if you'd continue to be

wise, happy, loved and truly free."

Mouthing those words seen in her mind's eye
from her Father, this giant, she silently cried.

For in loyalty she failed him.
Thus wanted to die

since giving an enemy her heart betrayed,

her only valid, though sadly lacking
alibi.

Prepared for a cold world are parental endeavors.
Naïve and innocent worn youthful fine feathers

needing strengthening to successfully fly

but intelligence, yes pride 
readies them eager to try.

Yet, lips whispering gently
bent close to the ear
tickles sweet fancies
diminishes fear
as persons in darkness
learn what girls would hear

to let down the drawbridge
to possess guarded rears.

And when breached the walls
then swollen their rivers

swirling with confused,
frightened, or angry tears.

This happens to beauties,
intelligent too, when sought love from others
to confidence boost

since time fleeing forward
clocks ticking do rule.

But, just know that One who loves all
has provided pure proof

that the future will give
you the love that you seek
if only His guidance
in truth you do peek.

For promised: "You open your hand
And satisfy the desire of every living thing."

Words written only an Almighty to powerfully bring
to fruition.

This prophesy remembered lifted her weariness
to further explore and in joyfulness soar.

Since an eternal King loves her.
She started to sing.

Just Listen 


https://youtu.be/3-gBH4sSLfA
Just give me 4:42 to feel... this one is not so much about the points... I want the ones who feel the need to write because it fills you with so much emotion you feel you will burst.. look with rainbows.... then follow that rainbow down like a water slide, lubricated by emotional water drops leading you to a crystal clear pool of hope...
NOW WRITE!!!!
Ride that roller coaster of emotions that flow over the tracks like the blood pumping through your veins....

No in particulars

See ya at the finish line!!!

Thank you in advance for choosing this prompt

Based Upon: What Is God's Purpose for Humans?
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102015143?q=Psalm+145%3A16&p=par © 29 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope poems • love poems • pain poems • sad poems • society poems

In This Present World

Presently,

this world rocks
unstable on its base

in perpetual darkness
the nations reeling
as they angrily try to run
the race for power
puppeteered by an angry
demon spirit

wielding a powerful destructive hand.
Slapping us with everything immoral
as the meek seek to keep a humble face.

During our brief space of existence
we must navigate
through turbulent foamy seas
toward a horizon brightly risen in the distance
promising us an endless
and steady true peace.

Yes, real security.

On our vessels
us

assailing

loaded down,
filled with mistrust

we must speedily lighten our load
of vicious reviling,
hateful actions
and ungodly destructive lusts.

For weighted down we hazard drowning
if not a lifeguard on patrol.

We must strip off every vileness
and wear a girdle called control.

To resist this wicked spirit
permeating mass hearts and minds,
we must meditate on the 'real life.'

In His Word this hope we'll find.

Prophecies written centuries behind us
ease our tears caused by death and crime.

For our loved ones will be reunited
and everyone's manner will please to be
persons good

in imitation of Christ Jesus
who mimicked perfectly

His Father
Divine.

© a year ago, Lucretia Mccloud 

Soon To Be

With each glorious hued sunrise new
vitality erupts; no wickedness corrupts
total energy, youthful strength as a gazelle's
imbued.

No more to dread portions meager.
No more to thirst for water eager
with rivers rushing sparkling clean
with minds elevated no actions mean.

All risings, not up-risings, dedicated to offering
knees bent, heads humbly bowed too
in gratitude bestowing His Sovereignty
whole-souled love, devotion--owing.

Held this awesome Majesty in high esteem
for what He deemed His Grand Purpose:
Universal Harmony.

Angels plus international human beings
brothers. Bound shoulder-to-shoulder loving
uplifting one another, after the 'The Ancient of Days' redeemed
sinful mankind with a sacrifice of his beloved angelic son.
Reversal of sin's ruinous effects His loving obedience faithful testimony bought;

yes, victory over death everlastingly won.

So life after every magnificent sunset ended
and a new day begun will only better to better get
as a Master Worker beside a Father sets
His Purpose for peace and security
forever. His name not to forget
after permitting mankind's imperfect rulership
this earth to almost unequivocally upset.

Now and forevermore this case of rulership to beget an end to questions like: Why Are We Here? For life eternal with no hazardous externals to cause us ultimately to fear:

path closed to future perfection,
untimely deaths,
mourning, depression or just unhappy tears

makes it perfectly clear:

To Worship the Almighty
happy, content with family plus friends
eternally spent working, wedding, banqueting
with loved ones near and dear

Is Why Jesus Christ down to this land was
unselfishly sent.

What Is The Meaning of Life? 

This painting by a French artist, Gauguin raised a question about the meaning of life..

Philosophical poem..

Follow the link
and drop your comment before entering this contest. I think that's not something hard to do...

https://allpoetry.com/poem/13333786-What-Is-The-Meaning-Of-Life--by-Gemstone

RULES
PLEASE KEEP IT WITHIN 7 STANZA...
NO BASHING

Why Are We Here?
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102008456 © 2 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love poems • hope poems • nature poems • family poems • friendship poems

Flight of the Blue Butterfly

As society news spins warped wobbly wheels
emotions tech connected plummet
to splay across low-growing vegetation
drying out on our acidic soils
spoiled by gurgling blood of our brothers
pathetically spilled

each day swirling into midnight blue

spines weakened to knees finally bent
in earnest prayer for violence to relent its flourish
although many still refuse

for false stars sparkle
eyes of fragile vassals
foolishly relishing a glow

fleeting their soar
into a black hole to perish
since obedience's a bore

love
genuine care

a majority vulnerable
afraid to trust
in darkness to share

when a baby carriage left unattended
causes terror

even attended blasting buildings
scaring kings who parade before paupers

total hearts rapid beating to bust;

yet, blue stays the hue of sky

among blooming blue marsh gentians
butterflies feel secure

land after flying into the dainty flowers of bog heather
assured their babies to rise

when caterpillar-turned-butterfly dashes
a twig does climb
to save limbs, not die

stretching glorious wings
to dry after a year's fight to survive
butterfly blue flaps wings first time
to flutter high above the heath!

to brighten our hopeful eyes

as within days they mate
to again cycle eternal birth

spun again their search
for more tall blue marsh gentian

imitating progeny joyful too

since parents chose
this loving Creator

beautifully extending
a future imbued with prolific peace
sweet security ensured

under righteous tranquilly:
'new heavens' our 'heath'

on a cleansed
bounteous
magnificent

'new earth'.

"Hope in Jehovah and follow his way,
And he will exalt you to take possession of the earth.
When the wicked are done away with,

you will see it."

The Feelings Wheel
Dr. Gloria Willcox once developed a ''feelings wheel'' as a tool to better describe one's emotions.  You'll see a picture below.   If you look at it for a moment you'll see that the emotions are divided into color groups; red, purple, blue, orange, yellow and green.   The two emotions in every color group are opposites, for example in the red category you'll find the feelings ''anger'' and ''peaceful''.
For this contest I want you to write a poem based on one of the color groups. Please try to use both and only the two emotions in that category, and try to use words from the outer circle as well.
I apologize if this is complicated, please do not hesitate to ask question    Happy writing

Butterflies, Plants, and Ants—A Vital Connection https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102001365?q=blue&p=par

Psalm 37:34. © 11 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope poems • love poems • pain poems • nature poems • sad poems

The Avenue ... Written for Bukowski poetry contest

resplendent velvet petals
nourished in sweet morning's dew

born
refusenew.

stems ripped by vacillating night galesin the wake of
meritorious regales
entwined on familial vines of salubrious
redolent roses.

splintered remnants
drift

floating a river flooded by petrified drops
of liquefied terrors
pitiably shared as rapid waves of insurgence
rape naïve brilliance

of blossoming daybreaks

of glistening planes
of splendid prospects

displaced by bleakness from odious relationships
(slick weeds to choke breath divine)

crippling despair
when strength flees

cowardice revealed to bully self-esteem

pinned
a limp spine before whipping rain
attacking chipped bricks comprising a skeletal frame
twisted
defeated
alone
seated at a broken window pane

a moonless sky sprouting
sporadic trembling dread
sprawled across a three-legged chair
with no solid support to spare

stares vacant

introduced
comatose strains

killing rectitude
humility
meekness of heart unleashing waterfalls of love
which humanness imparts.

instead lost

tossed to strand upon maggot infested heaps

deserted

for buzzards to collectively reap
toothsome rewards of decaying morsels

torn from nations
of corpses

dead on avenues of once flourishing
mortals.

Write a poem for contest flowers not dead - Dana st mary
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead."  Bukowsi

This has to be up there with the greatest sentence ever spoke.

No whiners Poem based upon the Book of Lamentations © 5 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud   sad poems • society poems • pain poems • teen poems

REALLY? ... Written for contest God and Religion

Death tramples only withered old oaks,

weeping willows of wearied widows,

not airborne arrogant,
boastful bold wealthy wizards

or brilliant talents sporting gold?
No, this starving steed hurries greedily in pursuit of newborns, youth, great, small, you, me all consumed as heat of his travels
gravel aggravates at irrepressible seen speed

or stealthily, leisurely in shadows at an almost regal gait

it twirls, then hurls away complete towns
or drowns cities while survivors of wrathful rising waters
anxiously wait

it arrives at the party early, late
chopping down hospitable hosts or grateful guests
while bystanders rock on weakened knees
their souls wracked by sobbing bleeds

at the beach a strong swimmers' body becomes victim to waves, bites, a gallbladder attack cramping ability currents to fight

as death gulps down the blood of the wrong
the right, the innocent, the warriors expending all their collective might
sent into battle
blessed by a God divided? One who is sided against progeny created? Then toasted eternally for partaking of lustful desires
or disobedience to laws he lovingly dictated?

Death
doesn't eternally wobble
because of doctorates

or traditional creeds proclaimed true
by pagans plus Christians designed to appease
a mass of divergent humanity.

False religion
hatred and lies
long ago perpetrated

pupated by a covetous spirit son

a traitorous rebellion
he initially instigated

whether of him
one believes or not
he spins a ruse
to exist a God of Love?
He does confuse.

Yet,
daily a Creator's existence
is Divinely perceived

by variant breezes,
awe-inspiring black holes,

by ice glaciers,
by pigeons or human
in high hidden coves

faithful 'thinkers' not by theories deceived
as 'truth' refreshes even hardened atheists crumbled by life's agonies relieved since a 'valid' hope eases spirits crippled by pain and disease

(said: "There are no atheists in foxholes." Although, true, foxholes make atheists. Do.)

However,
abundant knowledge of 'truth',
wisdom

is gratefully received by humbled
honest-hearted ones internationally

these meek ones pleased to praise a righteous ruler
this earth to retrieve and cleanse of injustices, which wicked ones do gleefully breed.

Science and history has provided clear proof.

Yes,
death will be conquered
along with demons spreading libel seeds.

An eternal victory in heaven or earth
will belong to those giving God's King and Kingdom
faithful, loyal and loving heed.

This new strong
God-backed Government--
Theocratic indeed

Born in the heavens.

Yes.
Already given righteous birth.

It is God's purpose
to fulfill all humanity's
literal and spiritual

God-designed
needs.

Based on: Daniel 2:44; Matthew 6: 9, 10; 2 Peter 3:13; Rev. 21: 3, 4.
For contest: God & Religion

"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."
~Charles Bukowski


Just write. ©  Lucretia Mccloud   death poems • family poems • hope poems • love poems • pain poems

SHE

she scratched violently
during the sly vengeful attack
of enemies global
her angry screams
kings silenced in swiftness.

no noble moments of recollect
she'd deflect back from agonies provoked
upon families grieving to bear
in brotherly love nations shared;
witnessed.

her lies shockingly conceived
she boldly deceived
darkening minds against realities
deemed too archaic to believe

dense shadowy forest she contrived
glorious moonlight driven from mournful eyes
as she torched bodies spitefully chained:
sacred book despised

stenches?

burning flesh
not invoking desires of forgiveness,
accountabilities to confess
since innocents induced to duress

her lusts agitated
equally
turbulent salty sea--

humanity

Write a poem for contest Heart of the Sea - Liz466
1 ) Vignettes 80-100 wds.

2) 4-6 stanzas

3)Add these words " moonlight, forgiveness, forest."

4) Add four sense: taste, touch, smell, sight.

5) Give me strong metaphors.

Based upon: https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1101989211?q=babylon+the+great&p=par © 28 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud   sad poems • society poems • pain poems • spiritual poems • teen poems

"WILL NOT TOIL FOR NOTHING"

"How long, O Jehovah, must I cry for help, but you do not hear?

How long must I ask for help from violence, but you do not intervene?

Why do you make me witness wrongdoing?
And why do you tolerate oppression?
Why are destruction and violence before me?
And why do quarreling and conflict abound?}

So law is paralyzed,
And justice is never carried out.
For the wicked surround the righteous;
That is why justice is perverted."

Today's journalist
said?

No. A prophet of a destruction long ago
instead.

'A pronouncement that Ha·bakʹkuk
the prophet received in a vision"

whether or not
inside his head

though, his heart bled for the judgement necessary
against God's people.

"“For I am Jehovah; I do not change."
is what we must keep in mind.

"And we have come to know
and believe

the love that God has for us.

God is love."

Through nature alone we have experienced
He's divine.

Absolutely reliable God’s promises are.

As certain as how all don't float off to the sky
yes, books, couches, anything material just doesn't fly
yet, will drop to the earth in equal time.

On these facts daily
we scientifically rely.

So when prophesied:
God will “bring to ruin those ruining the earth.”
Trust in the value of those tasty words.

"God is not a mere man who tells lies,
Nor a son of man who changes his mind.

When he says something, will he not do it?
When he speaks, will he not carry it out?"

Maybe we've read the following ancient heard:

"Remember the former things of long ago,
That I am God, and there is no other.
I am God, and there is no one like me.

From the beginning I foretell the outcome,
And from long ago
the things that have not yet been done.

I say, ‘My decision will stand,
And I will do whatever I please.’"

Being the 'Almighty'
He'll fulfill these with ease:

"For look! I am creating new heavens and a new earth;
And the former things will not be called to mind,
Nor will they come up into the heart."

"They will build houses and live in them,

And they will plant vineyards and eat their fruitage.

They will not build for someone else to inhabit,
Nor will they plant for others to eat.

For the days of my people will be like the days of a tree,

And the work of their hands
my chosen ones

will enjoy to the full.

They will not toil

for nothing,

Nor will they bear children for distress,
Because they are the offspring

made up of those blessed
by Jehovah,

And their descendants with them.

Even before they call out, I will answer;
While they are yet speaking, I will hear.

The wolf and the lamb will feed together,
The lion will eat straw just like the bull,

And the serpent’s food will be dust.

They will do no harm
nor cause any ruin
in all my holy mountain,”

says Jehovah."

Poem based upon: Hab. 1:1-4; Mal. 3:6; 1 John 4:16; Rev. 11:18; Num. 23:19: Titus 1:2; Isaiah 65:17;21-25.
Armageddon--What Do Some Say It Is?https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2012081?q=bring+to+ruin&p=par
What Will Go When God's Kingdom Comes?
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/402017361?q=New+Earth&p=par © 14 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud   future poems • hope poems • love poems • spiritual poems • teen poems

Hope In ...

Hope In . . .

Posted on April 18, 2017April 18, 2017 by ddbs1

Hi!

First off, if you tried to link Thelma & Louise and found the article non-existent, I am so sorry! I’m new to this site and probably erased it. I also fought with its formatting, but it pinned me this morning. So I’ll limp on a bit wounded in ego :-)

I know I said we’d proceed with the next myth, but may we stay a bit longer with the first myth: Death is the natural end of life? . . . Since daily we do face death, be it naturally, as in ‘old age’ or tragically, as experienced through wars, terrorism or road rage.



No, it wasn’t coded in the original purpose, but still not to be called a ‘glitch’ since it was an initiated ‘virus’. So, we fight for control of our personal computers with their hard drives of hearts and minds to safeguard their futures.

However, be assure that behind the scenes, horrible, debilitating ‘viruses’ cast as famine, pestilence, and war causing mankind’s death will soon be eliminated forever. Some may hear current news and become fearful of an impeding apocalypse.

Please, fear not!

Our Creator has promised, by means of his Son to: “bring to ruin those ruining the earth.” (Revelation 11:18)

Immediately after Adam and Eve rebelled, God began to reveal his purpose for an arrangement to install a Kingdom “that will never be brought to ruin.” (Daniel 2:44) That Kingdom, you’ve probably been taught to pray, is commonly called the Lord’s Prayer.— Matthew 6:9, 10. It can erase our fear, because it will bring untold blessings to mankind:

God will “wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore.” (Revelation 21:4; Psalm 37:9-11, 29; Matthew 5:5; Isaiah 45:22)

What human could ever accomplish those things?

Only Our Creator can bring us to the condition he originally purposed for mankind.

Yet, this future will not be for the majority of mankind. Today’s ‘viruses’ many unfortunately want to continue.  Many feel powerful and don’t want to relinquish their lives to a ‘righteous’ being. While others are intimidated into a stagnant state of being.

But, don’t let that be your choice. The Creator promises:

“This means everlasting life, their coming to know you, the only true God, and the one whom you sent, Jesus Christ.” John 17:3

Is it not wise to side ourselves on the side of the Almighty and Mighty? . . . And should we not do this now? . . . For notice this advice given by a wise King long ago:

“Come, now, you who say: “Today or tomorrow we will travel to this city and will spend a year there, and we will do business and make some profit,” whereas you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then disappears.”—James 4:13, 14.

God calls out lovingly and patiently: “Turn to me and be saved, all the ends of the earth, For I am God, and there is no one else.” (Isaiah 45:22)

He exhorts us:

“Hope in Jehovah and follow his way, and he will exalt you to take possession of the earth. When the wicked are done away with, you will see it.” Psalm 37:34