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BIBLE POETRY (C)
An Introduction to the Book of Jeremiah, From the Holy Bible. About Jeremiah. The Judean priest and prophet, Jeremiah, began his prophetic ministry, warning the wicked and offering comfort to those who trusted in God, around the time of 627 BC, and experienced the golden years of his ministry during the reign of King Josiah of Judah, from 640 BC – 609 BC.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Poets
A BLUE HAIKU
This poem, "A Blue Haiku" was inspired by scriptures found inside the Book of Exodus, specifically, chapters 13; Exodus (chapter) 24: (verses) 9,10*,11*-18; Exodus (chapter) 25: (verses) 1-4*,5-30 from the King James Version of The Holy Bible:
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Poets
The Feeling of Blue
How I think of you Wrapped in a color so cool My son, my best friend Note from the author: I had my son Anthony right before the world shut down due to Covid and being a first time Mom during a pandemic was not fun. I was often "feeling blue," but he brought and continues to bring me so much joy that I don't even like to use the phrase "feeling blue" because I think of holding him in his blue blanket and how truly happy he made me feel with the uncertainty going on around me. Blue to me isn't sadness, but joy.
By Nicole Ustinov3 years ago in Poets
Nothing insightful here
I have nothing insightful to share here. There is nothing profound in this piece, no meaningful observation on human nature or any intimate personal anecdote. This writing simply exists to occupy space on this screen, to maybe enjoy some of your attention. That's all. The way children don't need a reason to poke their hands in the mud other than to feel the cool squish between their fingers. The way your lover, somewhere in the thick haze between waking and sleeping, doesn't need a reason to pull you closer in the middle of the night other than to feel a bit more of your warmth. The way wild horses don't need a reason to toss their manes in the air other than to feel the wind's gentle ruffle, just passing through. The way you, my dear, allow yourself to rest without needing to "justify" it by explaining it'll make you more productive later. The way you allow yourself to eat food that tastes good just for the experience of your taste buds coming alive, without crafting an exercise plan to burn the calories later. The way you allow yourself to pursue hobbies that bring you joy without caving to the pressure to "monetize" them. The way you allow yourself to simply exist, to occupy space, and do things just for the pleasure of doing them without needing to ascribe a reason for it all.
By Helena Anna3 years ago in Poets
