Tongues Poems - Poems about Tongues

Anger smolders like burning coals; igniting flames, consuming souls. The Gaza Strip is bombed in mass, and hearts shatter like fragile glass. Torrid tongues of fire lick the sky, tasting Death as the jets scream by. And there is no safety in caves or basements that morph into graves. Crimson blood stains the hands of God, yet, Israel doesn't find that odd. For words scrawled...

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Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm, Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:- Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly, Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination, And ever burning faith in ability to work and...

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Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm, Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:- Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly, Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination, And ever burning faith in ability to work and...

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Sweeter are the words That cannot be said It is so sweet Sour are the words That can be expressed It is wonderful thou A human being, A voice can modify Various languages As we speak And words can be spoken In different tongues As we roll the tongue The tongues have spoken, Sweeter are the words That can be spoken It is...

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The oldest voices whisper below the ground. Hands pull on roots — wind-beaten, gnarled — stories woven through the fabric of time. Bark peeled slick, leaves flattened, the wisdom of what makes whole lies between finger and thumb, passed along like a flame, a prayer. But the soil only knows part of the story. The other half lives in breath, a noise wafting through...

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Life shouldn’t be a punishment for living We can’t be regulated by machines Accustomed to the stupid self-deceiving Our freedom is a bird of slavish dreams Where to it flies, avoiding troubles on its way We never wonder, giving it the flight control But freedom seeks its master everyday And always finds the one to rule our soul Born to believe,...

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While speaking in tongues, love's language flows, A river of secrets only hearts know. Words like leaves in a whispering breeze, Rustling truths in a forest of ease. Emotions dance in a cryptic ballet, Steps of passion in a silent relay. A symphony played on unseen strings, Echoes of feelings that twilight brings. In this mystic dialogue, souls entwine, Conversing in rhythms, both yours...

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Pointing fingers, wagging tongues, the "blame game" never gets things done.. Steamy anger and it's spillage never heals the hurting village.. Don't just stew and act fettered, work to make things a bit better.....

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Q: Is it also, according to the Apostle Paul, to also become baptized by being so in the name of Jesus Christ? A: It is the Pentecostal and the Charismatic movements and churches that conduct water baptism by immersion in the name of Jesus Christ. Q:...

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A belief is a belief Stipulations of the unseen Catch your breathing A tear is a salty water Releasement of the pain Memories are flooding in Should be done, Originality is meant to be original And truth is a scarce resource Distinguish between the lines Loyalty is meant to be valued And trust is priceless Morality is rare, A move is a...

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("Still Life", 2021, original encaustic) Speaking in Tongues I like speaking To the sky, to the earth To my dogs, and wife and kids. It’s the sound of a babbling brook Flowing in cascades and eddies Rushing to the sea. Of course such language of the heart Is deeply encoded In these hard, angular, abstract edges, But those edges are in turn Worn down, softened and smoothed By...

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Immersion of a total being And emotions that are fleeing With a voice that was not me I did speak with harmony To the majesty and power I cried out for an hour Unknown words that seem so right Gave me peace throughout the night...

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Gaelic: it was my mother's native tongue, and her grandmother’s elder tongue. Grandfather was a Romani gypsy, horses naturally understood his voice. My lips follow English, a tangled language with too many roots, tuberosities awkwardly clumped together, like hard and lumpy potato soup - a dish My Irish mother made with an inattentive gusto... her pink tongue licking the corners of her mouth, as she slopped...

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Saw thee, silly moon, smiling at me, Let us dance before dawn drives us away, Imbue this night with fanciful folly, Each breath a hurricane of moraless sway. Stars twinkle their tiny toes in turn, Waiting for moon’s permission to join us, Amourous explosions, in flight I feel burn, Little skyrockets, hopelessly joyous. Slipping hereinto Selene’s crescent mind, Tipsy my tongue…enticed by...

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Lies can twist a tongue, its like being stung, by a bee full of fibs, that's spoken on rumored lips, remembering them alls a joke forgetting all the ones you've spoke...

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