The joy of poetry to many is a mystery

Why is it that it soothes the soul and has for all of history?

The answer is quite clear, it is written on our hearts

We were created for love, unity, and bliss way back at the start

Harmony and rhyme have been since before time

Throughout all of heaven and in the Trinity divine

When we hear a similar flow

Something rings down below

In our hearts, beneath the mask

Where our true self glows

Then we get so happy

Sticky are poem's words to our minds like a tree that is sappy

And in our hearts we get a glimpse

Of something intellect can't convince

A glimpse at what we were created for

A taste that out there somewhere, there is much more

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What’s the difference between poetry and song?

Song is the type of poetry with instrumentals, additional vocal reflections

And people who sing along

So when we talk about poems

You may say ‘I don’t know ‘em’

But if you know a song you surely do

If you love music, you’re loving poetry too

Why does music seem to play the deepest unseen chords?

Our heart strings played by sounds we abhor and adore

Song’s influence on the heart originates before time

Music was in the home of the one who made us in His image divine

All of us made in the image of the Creator of music, so we love it too

Music is risky because whatever you hear, you may accept as true

The sounds, the rhymes, the poetry

Makes the words seem true even when they’re folly

Guard your ears to guard your hearts, to stay free

Lest lies bound your heart oh so subtly

The value of music

Is determined by the one who uses it

Like money, it’s not good or bad intrinsic

But there’s such power even in a two second bit

How music stirs our hearts

How the heart’s waters it sometimes parts

How it can reach into old memories and cause healing’s start

How it can trigger emotions, so sweet, so tart

Why does soft music speak louder than a violent volumed speech

Even louder than words from kings we beseech

Why, why, why do I feel like I can fly after hearing my favorite song

Then I try to read a book and it just feels wrong

Are words made more powerful when they rhyme?

Or is it the rhyme itself that seems divine?

Words we believe always have so much power

But poetry helps reach your heart with them, helping us believe that very hour

Tasting sweet, so convincing us that the content itself isn’t sour

And when those words are believed, they become real to us

If they’re true, they take root and blossom like a beautiful flower

Like a flower it may be hard at first

To break through the soil and the dirt

But once the head is above

It will continue to grow with the water of the Spirit

And the sunshine of God’s love

Why read poetry?

Why not read science?

Science without poetry is a heart in defiance

Science simply means ‘with knowledge’, it’s ‘theories’ don’t require compliance

They’re theories indeed, many theories based only on little fact but much alliance

Between people who only have each other’s ideas as their reliance

Science is good, the intellect is grand

True science that is, based on truth, solid ground to stand

In which we need not defend with a demand

A demean by a majority who gleen at building on sinking sand

Is proof of their insecurity and reliance on mere man

Poetry though, on the other hand

In ways more mysterious, in others more foundational and tangible than dry land

Poetry - the art or creation of a creative

The realm of creating to all humans is native

For in the image of the Creator we were made

With ‘power to create’ in our hands laid

To create, buy, sell trade

More than commerce, contribute significantly - high grade

Things that mean good for people and cut out oppression like a blade

Poetry has a way of reaching beyond our masquerades

The false image and mask we have portrayed

Helping us know who we are and there we can stay

The game of faking we no more play

Façade goes way deeper than a mask we must say

Honesty without healing is useless like a non-explosive grenade

But here we are not exploding

Here we are gathering together the shattered

The pieces of our hearts from the places they were scattered

Crying will likely be there as you explore this domain

The place of your heart where you’ll find your true name

Poetry helps us do it

It plays our heart strings well

Like beautiful music stirs the heart, to, with joy swell

And like angry music hardens, with powerful influence as well

So where do we go from here? Let me tell

God who created the heart

He has a heart as well

He understands what it’s like to be torn apart

By abandonment and yells

He indeed is the most rejected one by those who don’t understand

Those who have yet to open their heart to his loving voice and hand

He is the one who heals our hearts

Time will never do

He uses poetry to reach our hearts with what is true

More than anyone times infinity He cares for you, plus two

The creator of trees, giraffes, watermelon, sex, music, eyes, and the color blue

Knows how to take a heart and make it new

Only he can heal the brokenhearted, and oh how He loves to!

Where do we begin with healing

Where do we even start

So much of our life the enemy has been stealing

Tell me where to begin the mending, which part?

This is where the delight comes in

Where we taste and see God is good

This is where religion doesn’t measure up

Indeed it never could

Religion’s rules and tools try to fill our cup

Separating us from what really could

Now we begin with God

Simply with Him

Being with Him

Just Him

Yes, being

With Him

No need for noise

There’s enough noise inside

Indeed it’s here with God we listen to our deep heart’s cry

Memories well up and we are aware of our questions of ‘why?’

All the times in life we tried and were denied

Where a word broke us, and instead of cry, we chose to hide

Or maybe we did cry but, we agreed with a lie

It could’ve been ‘I’m worthless’, ‘I’m unlovable’, ‘I never should try’

In the pain, we put a wall of protection, sieged that part, and in a way, it died

No longer capable of receiving the love it needs

We blocked out bad guys, but all the good guys too

Let the wall fall so you can again feed

On love and joy, you must risk your heart again to bleed

Love is risky but it’s irrational to think there is no love indeed

God will accept you, your heart heed

Let healing first begin to come

How do we start that race?

The cries and noise you hear inside, the burdens that weigh a ton

Invite Jesus in that place

Healing is not a sprint to run

It’s a journey with Jesus and people loving you, no need to run with haste

But please go with Jesus where he goes

Letting him set the perfect pace

Sometimes he speeds, sometimes he slows

Knowing when to bring up the things to face

In communion and cooperation with him

Let us let him heal every space

The past can’t simply be forgotten or erased

Healing is offered to us from the person of God

Who gives beauty for ashes, making wonderful our waste

The wastelands of the past

Becoming the palaces and castles of the future

Royalty, God’s kids, life a blast

Healing from and friendship with God for every son and daughter

God brings healing with the sweetness of His truth

Where a lie said ‘I’m ugly’

God heals by saying ‘beautiful are you’

He is love and he loves healing

With love and in love his healing hands revealing

Who he truly is, endless goodness spilling

Healing in His wings

Healing in His hands

Healing to all who will receive

Healing from the Son of God and Son of Man

Healing to all who believe

Healing to every land

Healing to every daughter

Healing to every son

Healing in His living water

Healing to God is fun

Healing is His heart for you

Healing is His gift

Healing belongs to you, soul and body made new

Healing for every rift

Healing for every hurt in the soul

Healing for every disease

Healing, no need for the Bethesda pool

Healing is God’s promise, not a tease

Healing and victory is yours not defeat

Healing and freedom is yours

Healing from the top of your head to the soles of your feet

Healing and on wings like eagles you’ll soar

Healing is His benefit

Healing, do not forget

Healing and forgiveness

Healing, so His name lift

Healing in His name Jehovah Rapha

Healing and no shame at all

Healing from God, Dad, our Abba

Healing do you hear His call

Healing and invitation “come unto Me”

Healing because He is meek and lowly

Healing for the tired, hurt, and weary

Healing will make your heart merry

Healing now not later

Healing all around

Healing from our Hero and Savior

Healing, do you hear the sound?

Healing by His hand

Healing bought with His blood

Healing is His plan

Healing like a flood

Healing has come so open up wide

Healing is here, Great Physician by your side

Healing he does, you’re along for the ride

Healing extended to you, reject every lie

Healing seen in your heart

Healing, receive by simple faith

Healing every broken part

Healing every day in every way

Healing rivers flowing

Healing waters are here

Healing if you let the waters into your heart be going

Healing and love casting out fear

Healing and love casting out fear

Healing and look! your redemption is near

Healing that no enemy can stop or sear

Healing, Jesus’ gift for you because he loves you dear

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What else does poetry do?

Other than be used by God to express what is true

Cutting to the heart faster than what mere words can do

Making real things that you never and always ‘knew’

We’ve only touched the service of what happens when God speaks

Let us touch on a little more, this subject of love we all seek

Remember, this is not to say that poetry is God

But that God uses poetry, to go to our hearts and trod

There he soothes hearts and replaces lies with truth from above

When he speaks, in poetic form or not, he always speaks with love

I don’t believe poetry is defined

By words put together that rhyme

Even by phrases that seem to stand the test of time

I believe good and true poetry is from love divine

There are good and bad drugs

There are good and bad people

There are good and bad practices that promote good and evil

There is pure and foul

There is ouch and wow

There is lie and truth

How do we define? there is an absolute

It is what God has said in His word

The creator of every good thing has made clear the nature of what is heard

There are false gods

There are fake doctors

There are phony principles

That eventually falter

But true poetry stands the test of time

Because true poetry is true indeed by the standard of God divine

It’s flow and rhyme only helps it reach

The place where God wants you to know His love and speech

The God-breathing of content is what makes it true indeed

It is what makes it helpful to your need

And our greatest need is love which we search for with great speed

Love is the most basic need

It’s possible to miss even if all the books concerning it, we read

So how do we experience love? Tell me, I plead!

Open your heart to God, let’s journey and see!

Love is defined

By Love as patient and kind

It keeps no records of wrongs, trusts, and hopes all the time

It is not merely natural but divine

Lovers want to know your heart from big dreams to details fine

When you know God you can say ‘love is mine’

You can then love others as you let him love you showing a sign

To the world of what God is really like, misrepresentation is crime

Maybe the greatest crime of all

To represent Love as harsh and wanting of men to fall

For the opposite is true, God proved His love in this

Jesus lived and died for us to restore Eden’s bliss

All the glories of the original story that man through rebellion dismissed

Love is eternally alive, fully present

Enabling us to truly thrive, rooted and grounded in Love so pleasant

O’ if we’d experience the depth of God’s heart

To feel and know in our hearts this love and His art

Of all the ways he tells us ‘I love you’

The joys available if we’ll just believe this truth

To sing ‘Jesus loves me’

While believing, will make you more happy

Than trillionaires at a table counting their money

For love is eternal superseding temporary

We sometimes run from the goodness of he truth, for goodness can be scary

You are accepted for you

Who you are, not what you do!

That there is Someone who loves you true

Independent of all you’ve went through

And let’s make clear that He isn’t the author of evil’s pain

Though to access and heal the wounds, he may enter through the same

Faithful are the wounds of a friend

To deal with the wound entered in

Or to bind for a time to starve evil to it’s end

A message imparted in darkness, later revealed in light - a journey to begin

To help many, to give plenty, out of heart abundance

Mourning turning to joy, weeping to dance

The reality of this love, why don’t all feel it clear?

Why do some not know, while others feel held dear?

While perfect love casts out all their fear?

The answer is in love’s risk

God knew love would be risky but also the only means of bliss

With love there is free will

The choice to drink deeply of love, or to turn it over and spill

Many spilling because of a misconception of what’s in the cup

But if they’d taste and see, sweet love would fill them up

Many enemies of love have taken their stance

Lies about the heart of Love, what is in His glance?

Is it a sweet smile, or does he not even look?

Evil has lied about God’s heart since the apple Eve took

“Did God really say that?” God is holding out

Says the evil one, who spews lies in whispers and in shouts

When the lie is accepted, the acceptor pouts

Thinking maybe God isn’t as good as they thought, then comes a living water drought

If only we dared to cling to God’s truth

The freedom we’d find for me and for you

Love more vast than the seas and the ocean blue

To swim in utter safety, drowning impossible to do

More and more emerged, love in us through and through

Real in the deepest part of our beings outward to our bodies too

Shining with God’s glory, Jesus making all things new

Bringing heaven to earth, it is possible for all, not a special few

Love is the greatest weapon

To destroy the works of the devil Love incarnate was sent from heaven

A gentle loving word, Proverbs says “can break bones”

Softening of the heart comes where love is known

Influencing greater than the force of a twenty ton stone

Force hurts the physical but can’t heal the invisible, Love has that throne

Love is communicated in our tone

Sometimes in urgency a tone is surpassed

But love nonetheless is felt as sincere and steadfast

You can’t fake love any more than you can create love

Maybe to some you can

But most will sense true love, in your eyes, in the touch of your hand

Just because you’re not loving in the now doesn’t mean it’s not in you

Love comes from the core, the part of you most true

So when wearing a mask, attempted love is tainted

You need love yourself, to bring wholeness, a picture painted

Not half-done, no half-heartedness, but fully complete

No house divided, that leads to going in circles and defeat

Let us let Jesus heal our hearts like he promises to

To bring together the pieces, restoring the peace that was stolen from you

Love to wholeness the broken

Love to strength the weak

Love to life the lifeless

Love to greatness friends who stay meek

The meek, the meek, it is love that they seek

And they will inherit the earth

Intimacy precedes fruitfulness, love, then birth

Jesus is the perfect man’s name

And once you meet Love my friend, you will never be the same

In time you too will love untamed

If you keep letting his love flood you, your love will bring Him fame

The vastness of love God has for you

It’s infinite measure

Like trying to weigh the universe

Or in those cosmos find hidden treasure

Infinite indeed, always more to experience

Limitless rivers of joy and pleasure

As you live in his original design of relationship

Living life together

A tree planted by the water, strong in all weather

Abiding in God’s home, His child forever

Like a lullaby sung

To a child so young

Like the kiss on the softest cheek

God sings over you, son

And daughter, dear one

Dad is close, loving, smiling, strong, and meek

He is the place of the love you seek

Let Him hold you, it’s okay to feel weak

In His presence, fullness of joy

His love constantly he will employ

Love driving our fear

Fear, anger, and pain coming out in tears

Sincerity and hope do still shine

For God loves always, arms never closed, open all the time

Much labor for love to do

In your heart, it is true

But don’t be discouraged you hear

Just keep your heart open

To the Creator of you

And let Him continue to hold you dear

In His loving arms close and near

Love displacing all your fear

Love spread in our hearts by our Friend Holy Spirit

God loves you!

Please believe when you hear it

Love like the greatest flood, not a drop of spit

Love, the greatest fire to be lit

Love, the greatest desire to get

Love, the motive to see souls saved from the pit

Love, what the world needs in it

Love, in any willing heart will fit

Love, beyond all intellect and wit

Love, so deep in the heart it hits

Love, just relax, open your heart and sit

And let Jesus love you daily, not just a little bit

So, poetry and love

They do go hand in hand

Like an IV and the liquid within

Poetry can make way for love to enter women and man

Both with heart opening qualities

Love the greatest necessity

All of us have the capacity

Created with it to love even infinitely

First we must open our hearts to see

Not with our eyes but our hearts believe

God’s great love for you and me

Vast beyond measure waiting for a willing heart to receive

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Love builds up

Poetry can too

Let me now explore

Poetic construction through teaching with you

Mr. Poetry the teacher

Taught me more than the preacher

More than an eloquent speech

Because great speech alone could not my heart’s walls breach

Indeed preacher was good and some words did reach

To my heart, but they were trickles of water not tsunamis on a beach

Violent with love, gently fierce

Are poetic floods which the heart do pierce

In an age of idolizing the mind

The heart is starving for love divine

In worship of the mind, we even neglect the facts

The facts we study, our minds can’t get passed

So even what we worship we reject

But of this crime, the heart’s neglect

O’ what if we taught young and old to dissect

Truth and fact, what a helpful project

To get truth in the heart before fact in the mind, both with love met

Teachings like evolution

What a grand delusion!

What a foul pollution!

What a hideous, low grade, substitution!

No true evidence to confirm it at all

But because of it, taught to our mind as fact, so many are caused to fall

But if we believed truth in our heart

That God really did author the start

We would easily tear evolution’s theory apart

The ‘smart ones’ with God’s wisdom we’ll easily outsmart

Poetry plus truth does teach

Lies in contrast suck out life like a leech

Poetry, let it first build the foundation

Let it, consecrated to God, anointed, exalt a nation

Tell of the heart of the Author of creation

Lead people to Him from everywhere in beautiful relation

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In an ancient poem we’re taught things, yes three

One, that the heavens teach you and me

Speech poured forth through galaxies

Two, that every language understands it says Psalm nineteen verse three

Three, that these heavens declare God’s glory

They do tell a story

Of the work of God’s big hands

Art portrays the heart of the artist

So let’s study and be amazed at God so grand

The Creator of stars, the Creator of sand

Pluto

Do you know

You’re not an afterthought?

Mars

You’re not a star

But their brightness you reflect still, do you not?

Neptune

You have thirteen moons

Do you know from where you were brought?

I know where you came from

I know what brought you here

I know who thought you up

I actually know Him dear

The star Betelgeuse

The same artist made you who made the goose

You shine without shame or abuse

Unless your name is counted as abuse

If so, we declare no truce

It’s a funny name, like “moose”

God made moose also

Mice and rice, soprano and alto

Playful indeed, powerful more than we know

Just in the known universe an estimated 100 billion galaxies

Ours, the Milky Way, about 300 billion stars presently

What mind can fathom how vast the universe’s glory

Which is only a reflection of a small part of God’s majesty

Wow, can you say wow?

“Describe Me” says God, but how?

O’ but God said something when he made the stars in the sky

The universe, all galaxies, he said they were “good” up there high

And he says something amazing on creation’s sixth day

Shortly after he said to the newborn universe, “hey”

He created man in His own image and said they were “very good”

Compared to the glory bestowed

On us, made in His image, if we’d only know

And because of Jesus we can reflect the glory again

Jesus came to redeem what has been

In ancient days when Adam and Eve

Walked with God shining brightly

We now with unveiled faces reflect His glory

Shining, the light of the world for all to see

Those who look to Him shine radiantly

Righteous shining brighter and brighter until the full day comes to be

Glory to glory, faith to faith, brilliant, radiant, free

Indeed so weighty

If God lives in you

why don’t you let Him shine through

He has given glory to you

to shine for others, shining light, shining the true

for all his children not the few

Displaying for all love and an offer for all to have too

A relationship with the Creator of the universe, who?

The Creator of the universe, yes really

It is such a big thought, it almost seems silly

This creation that the creator made

speaks more of Him than mere words on a page

While reading what he says we must know his personality

Or all can seem bland, religious, and ghostly

Without knowing the tone of voice

Without knowing love was God’s choice

Without seeing the twinkle in His eyes

We may take his playfulness as meanness, and then despise

But O’ my friends, if we would recognize

His glorious personality

The creator of silliness, souls, sand, sex, stars, salads, and the sea

What bliss it would be!

To then read the words that he wrote for you and me!

We would clearly see

And great fruit would come from our tree

as we gladly delight and abide in God in awe and free

basking in his love, enjoying his playful personality

He created kangaroos, how silly indeed

He created buffalos and the color blue and the need to feed

Jesus told the Pharisees straight

you look for God in a book but don’t appreciate

that He’s standing right in front of you!

“You are looking for me!

but in your pride and misconception of God’s heart you can’t even see

though with your physical eyes you see God Himself clearly”

Look at the grass that grows, look at the sky and sun

Don’t look too close or you’ll hurt the eye He created - and He created fun!

He created laughter and joy and love

And He fights for it, sent Jesus from above

To restore us, redeem us, bring us to Eden

Closeness with God again! tree of life, let’s be eatin’!

O’ please sit outside on a pretty morning

Please take in the beauty God made, the earth adorning

And as you begin to understand, this loving Persons heart

Don’t forget that it is displayed through his captivating art

Today please start!

Please take his offer of life and relationship, it’s so sweet not tart

The world’s evil are not of his doing

The world’s good is His wooing

The enemy has distorted

Because in the beauty and danger of free will

Man gave dominion to the devil

His evil wrath he now spills

And God o’ so faithful, even when it hurts

Stayed true to true love which is risky

And will one day take back earth

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It’s a grand thing to tell stories about the Author of ours

to speak to the characters about their Creator who also created stars

We are not characters though like in a fiction book

Where the author can control actions and every look

While creation indeed

We are creators too

Writers of the story along with the Author, He has a need

For us to write with Him, yes you

O’ the history of man

how far from God’s plan

so full of hurt and strife

But as a poet penned

named David who with God ran

said ‘God your love is better than life’

Where are those who say “we’re well able”?

where are those who may appear in a good way unstable?

they are men and women with heart

it is them in whom the hope of the future lies

A poet doesn’t have to rhyme

a poet doesn’t have to be innocent of all crime

a poet doesn’t even need to own a dime

but they need to own a heart

they need to feel so they can reveal this captivating art

now is the time to start

now is the time for you to start

arise and shine! your light has come

God’s glory shines on you, reflect it daughter or son

you have glory in you, a city on a hill

submit to God with yielded will

Your life is the pen

where are the men

whom have God as a friend

the offer is for all ladies and gents

but by religious distortion, God’s image is bent

counterfeits ruin an economy, O’ how they’ve been spent!

but let’s know Him as He is

you don’t need to be a wiz

you just need to have a heart, which we all do

open it to Jesus

“Jesus, show me the real you”

It is here where we will be held dear

love casts out our fear

our fear of inadequacy and fear of glory

preparing us to write this story

yes, write history with God and His family

Friends you were born to do nothing less

than shake the world with love and nations bless

in God’s presence rest, laboring with His energy more than the rest

delighting in this great treasure chest, full of gifts

forgiveness, life, comfort, healing for every rift

then making it known to the world

God’s love displayed

sharing these gifts

yes, this is how good history is made

just walking with God every day

The subject of beauty

where do we begin?

much more than just a cutie

though we could write ten thousand books on that again and again

that beauty was created in the image of One

whose radiance and beauty is infinitely brighter than the sun

captivating indeed, as approachable as a flower

David gazed on God’s beauty, a man who never cowers

beauty we need in this hour

and every hour as a matter of fact

how can we see and take in beauty when there seems to be lack

o’ there’s no lack, so do not dismay

much beauty all around to us displayed

we must have eyes to see

we must have ears to hear

we must have hearts open

to take in the beauty near

If only we could really see

all of the things we see

the beauty of the garden

the person, and the sea

If only we could really see

all of the things we see

the wonder of the stars

the splendor of a tree

If only we could really hear

all of the things we hear

that we are loved

and that God is near

If only we could really hear

all of the thing we hear

that life is fragile, number your days

live, love, and do not fear

Beauty, is there anyone more beautiful than my wife?

so captivated by beauty, all else fades in life

isn’t this true

admit it beauty awakens me and you

and it’s in many ways

it stirs us up to make meaningful use of our days

merely hearing a beautiful story or watching a play

can a burden on our hearts lay

to play

and fight for right without delay

I remember rising early to see the beauty of the sunset

awake before the sun was out yet

I now know I was rising for more than the sun

but to take in beauty and God’s word with a coffee, what fun!

I look back on that time, as very very sweet

with God those early mornings, I did meet

We must know something and trust

that God sees beauty when he looks at us

the you are more valuable than any could say

although it feels so real when they ignore your glory ray

o’ the hurt of an ignored soul

O’ the bliss when there you find God sees a jewel

so much more than a jewel indeed you are

remember you are “very good” when only “good” is a star

there’s none like you by far

all of us a special intimate place in God’s heart, His children we are

Beauty, we’ve only touched the surface

how about the beauty of heaven and the beauty of purpose

what is beauty? in it’s purest form?

the great definition of this marvelous norm

it almost seems like it’s like defining love or truth

it’s possible, but it’s greatest definition is it’s effect on you

it’s greatest definition is how it defines you

Like the playful waves touch your feet at the sea

are the gentle and sometimes fierce plays of poetry

Waves flow in and out, out and in

like a aance

another glance

a “we meet again”

Up and down, all around

dosey doh, here the sound

yippe dee

yippe dah

silly things we say

and we draw

even in our minds eye we can draw

the unseen things we all see can manifest awe

all of us have imagination good or bad

hope or sad

fun and glad

or angry and mad

but whatever you see

you will likely say

and whatever you say

you will likely see

it is hope and faith’s glory

or it is despair and fear’s sad story

Hear me, hear me, hear my joke

let me poke you, let me poke

let me trick you but with no deceit

let me create for you a beat

a song I can sing like a bird ‘tweet, tweet’

let me make silly faces

and go to random places

Playful playful

who thought play up

God! the creator of laughter

He fills our cup

O’ you talk about him much, some would say

if you knew Him as He was, you wouldn’t stop this way

you’d start it yourself, all day every day

but so many do not know of His heart

so we fear to speak, thinking others, will hatred start

but that is rarely true

O’ how they don’t know and hunger to hear what’s true

that God is good, what good news!

let us tell the whole truth

but let us do it with his whole heart

when light is seen it expels the dark!

Power, every boy wants power

I remember daydreams from the boyhood hour

sacrificing with a pure heart of valor

tackling criminals and saving the day

being seen as dangerous in a good way

with my hand and a sword, a dragon slay

jumping in front of a car to push one out of harm’s way

Why, o’ why did I have such desire

why o’ why do all men have that fire

we know that we are born to give

through giving, we truly live

we want to make a difference and reap what is sown

we want to know and want to be known

O’ the poetry in poetry

the thoughts in the mind

the thoughts in the heart

the rhythm and rhyme

waltz, keep time

one, two, three

our heart in our mind

present, in order, aligned

heart at the surface

not stuffed and told ‘bind’

alive and alive

breath with breath

God’s life flowing

giving life to death

bubbling brooks

out of our soul

the earth shook

when you let rivers roll

speak and use your voice

and first know your name

when you know who you are

in your voice won’t be shame

for you are loved

‘beloved’ is your name

and love kills fear

love frees, no more tame

Poetry in poetry

friends listen to this

there is ‘poetry’ with no poetry

that does exist

let us look at an example

a mere example of poetry within poetry

in words eternally

written in psalmistry

Mr. David was his name

a King who wrote poems without shame

open the Bible and take a read

his heart was poured out on pages he let it bleed

this was poetry

Poetry doesn’t have to do with stanzas and lines

but an open heart through all times

the joy and the gladness

the bliss and madness

oh and yes the sadness

the goodness and badness

poetry, David had this

A man after God’s heart

what a name

a man wild to the core

not tame

because of the silence of the fields

with God, to God he did yield

in silence his heart was tuned

God the Father wooed

With His love that’s better than life

David drew close to God

learned to love and fight

not so much like learning from a textbook

but from experiencing God’s love and loving look

killing the lion and the bear with initiation God took

David to prepare for the future kingship, that his line never forsook

Do you ever write a song while a song is playing?

no, it’s a distraction from hearing what your heart is saying

If you tune into your heart

a new song you’ll hear

You’ll write down music

that many will love dear

because it is rare

that their own heart, they hear

Why don’t they their own heart hear?

Sometimes fear

sometimes they know something is off, but it’s not clear

unbalanced drivenness has pushed their heart to the rear

when the heart should be foremost, as Solomon said sincere

Everyone has a song

everyone has a story

everyone has much worth

though often hidden, great glory

Before original sin

was original glory

we carry both around

a horrible mix, sometimes brings inner fury

But if we look deep down

we can hear our hearts sound

We can write it on a page

it helps vent your rage

verbalizing your heart no matter your age

may it help you heal and break out of the cage

Poetry is not mere entertainment

but here is why it is such

poetry, music, and stories

everyone loves so much

it’s the language of the heart

you can’t drive stick without a clutch

you can’t truly live without heart

we need our heart, by God touched

Did God give you desire

to shove it down deep

did God give you desire

to bury it under being busy’s heap

O’ desire

it is God’s greatest gift

O’ fragile desire

caused by painful rifts

O’ desire

how God lovingly sifts

O’ desire

our roadmap to His plan and gifts

O’ desire

when fulfilled our countenance lifts

O’ desire

when killed into darkness we drift

But O’ desire when redeemed

when touched by One’s hands

when nurtured and allowed to dream

when imagination’s free to make plans

even when circumstances seem

like desires will not stand

keep desiring and gleam

for hope lost is the death of man

Poetry and creation

Creativity and innovation,

Things that distinguish a man and distinguish a nation.

Creative solutions easing a hard situation.

Creativity flowing from God’s creative creation.

Creativity to us, God’s delegation.

Just be human, no need for ordination.

It flows, don’t create over complication

Or creating will be hard with agitation.

Just let ideas come and put off application.

Let ideas come and submit to their saturation.

Let it take place, incubation.

Then give birth without regulation.

It can be messy, avoid sanitation.

Ride the wave of creativity, elevation

To maybe destiny, or at least some destination.

Much at stake, not just recreation.

The joy of creating, o’ what sensation.

The pain of not, o’ such devastation.

Putting off your purpose, deadly stagnation.

Get some creative time, desire it’s implication.

O’ the joys of creativity’s play and celebration.

Sometimes spurred by loving affirmation

Other times nurtured by a needed vacation.

I’d recommending making creativity your vocation.

Too many are satisfied with mere contemplation

Or others sunken ship with resignation.

Maybe start with a declaration

That "I will awaken to fascination."

Please friend, come to the realization

Of creativity’s needed relaxation

To tap into your creative reservation

To turn it loose to the population

To the world bringing helpful transformation

An example and presentation

That they can raise their expectation

That they can have immense inner motivation.

Desire lifting higher limitation

Bringing forth more liberation

Creating with deliberation

Purpose and for world reformation

Though maybe first for only personal jubilation.

Creating often happens in isolation

But it’s so fun to have each other's validation

And give it to each other, it creates radiation

Closeness and intimacy’s invitation

So many creative wonders, such variation

Reaching beyond every classification

Blessing and enhancing all of civilization

With great collaboration

Much communication

Superb celebration

Kind articulation

Rapid multiplication

Playful qualification

Hopeful visualization

With all our generation

Rejecting limiting moderation.

Beautiful manifestation

To God’s glorification.

For this let use our infinite imagination

With God and submitted to Him in total blissful consecration.

All heaven and earth to Jesus giving a standing ovation

With allegiance to and love for Him, the world’s heavenization.

People are marked with a seal

creativity so real

ability to make a deal

ability to feelings feel

the ability to create and fill

the world with good things, to help with zeal

in medication the pill

helping treat the ill

the body helping to heal

the frozen meal

a fishing reel

to the moon went Neal

what a thrill

and we can’t forget the wheel

and the automobile

or that internet ordeal

What if just one of those things were not created

imagine where the world would be, it’s hard to do

what if of your creativity you were educated

you could create world-blessing things too

Now that this poem is coming to an end

it is your turn to write my friend

friend, you do not need a pen

you don’t need to sit down in your den

to try to write a book, two, or ten

poetry and story is the life of men

men, women, not some but all of them

So imagine your life as a movie

imagine your greatest scenes

for your movie is indeed on the biggest screen

many look to you and from you glean

Think of how you want the story to be

and when faced when a decision see

your choice will influence everybody

let your actions be something you’d want all to see

If you knew the good inside

friend you would not hide

you may say, well how about the bad, lad?

you must come into the light for the mad to turn glad

for light to shine, truth divine, and set you free from bad

Jesus came to set free and to heal

from the enemy’s vices that are so real

turn to Jesus receive his gift, the best deal

free for you, was so costly to him, forgiveness, and Holy Spirit to seal

He’ll awaken your heart

yes it will come alive

your story afresh you can start

wherever He leads you, you’ll thrive

wherever He leads you, you’ll thrive