Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Human Destiny

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Freedom to be yourself
an independent person
Being me because I
decide what me is,
This is what I want.

Yet these things
I’m desiring
have already been thought
by others trying
searching, seeking
to make order of this world,
I’m actually unique but unoriginal
DNA, fingerprint different
thought pattern different
But yet I/we so follow each other
I can fight the establishment - done
I can rebel against parents, school,
meat, barbie dolls, church, law, whatever - done
So am I left with
a world of my choice
of non-original choices,
so where is my fight
the original, the invention,
the new world, adventure
my pathway
the start
beyond the stark.

Can I find
the smallest of clues,
to grow beyond
for what life holds
for me now,
yet a gateway through which
in different ways
everyone can discover
what their life can be,
without prejudice or violence,
Something
in my own world, mind, soul
Somewhere
Someone.

Starting Thoughts: Are there times sitting in a couch, running, standing and looking at an amazing view, driving your car that you just want to break out, discover what it really means to be human, live adventure and purpose? Make choices?
Poem Topic Tags: #adventure, #choice, #freedom, #humanity, #identity, #paths, #pathways, #purpose, #quest, #questions, #rebel, #searching
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Human destiny from our choices poetry Spoken word

Traffic Haiku

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Scrap dealers car yard
tired rust friends reminiscence
about good old days.

Saw a traffic light
couldn’t make little mind up
red, green, orange, red green…

My new bicycle
shiny, modern, sparkling clean
then I rode in mud.

Frost hardens the ground
car coughs, shivers and decides
to go back to sleep.

Truck adventures gone
Rust replaces flaking paint
Alzheimer field.

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Tags: cars, transport, haiku, kids, pupils

Darkest Secrets

28.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

What is yours?

The years have rolled
memories ripples
over sunken depths
and sparkling wavelets,
buried deep,
the faultline still exists
a fragment memory,
skipping, slipping through mind
when words, phrases
crack open space
pouring into the past,
Clambering spiders
make homes in the rocks
Spin their web
to cover the entrance
into thoughts
dimming them to
encrusted abyss,
covered, buried,
hardened, concealed, flooded

Yet
deep to deep
history to now
wounded whispers
creep from your soul shadows,
twisting your perspectives
feeding your anger, fear,
reactions as you pour
three pain curses
on others,
Making you
feel better, in control
as you try to dam
and dump toxic waste
polluting the waters.

Hidden and obvious.
Death nature.

Poem Tags
#anger, #christian, #darkness, #death, #fear, #history, #memories, #minds, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #secrets, #seeker, #sin, #spokenword
Prompt
How secret are our darkest secrets? In what way do they keep bubbling to the surface?

Can you handle your darkest secrets Spoken Word Poetry

Tags: secrets, dark, love, pain, memories

Secret Place

16.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Closer
in the cramped
secret place,
stilling the
business of life
infolding
alone time,
this world
this time
arouses my need
for you from within
my cardboard box,
I want to rest
in the place immense,
immersive love
freeing love
Expansiveness
of my Living Lord.

This place
where I
let go and
give self to God,
forming soul connection
Communion
Reunion,
Centering on God's grace,
His experience
Surrendering to
His fullness
stirring, restoring
searing, soaring,
in my spirit,
In response
pouring praise,
Worship
to the One,

Joy
The deep realisation
Of connected
Of eternity's energy
Of God’s purpose.

I have been
created for
this world beyond.
Today, again
I met with God.

A Thousand Cuts

14.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Slice by slice
I smother the pain
in pain,
each scar another
shame sentence,
forgetting sequence,
the story hidden
under the covers
of my sleeves
Death by a
thousand concealed cuts.
Layered lies
Fear frustrations
disorientated directions.

Somewhere
as I take
cut-downs
cutoffs and
short-cuts
through painful days
there must be
Promises
for the hopeless,
a different hope,
chances for hope.

Spirals of inner search
Soul Dreaming,
Lead me to the cross-cut
Clear and clean,
Cutting away the crap...

In this moment
right now
I hear the
Jesus call,
the new reality
centered in the
power of the cross.

Starting Thoughts: Self Harm is a release and paradoxically a prison. As we cope with who we are in the world around us we all seek ways to cope. What is yours?
Poem Topic Tags: #call, #coping, #cutting, #jesus, #mentalhealth, #pain, #reality, #reallife, #response, #selfharm, #selfworth, #value
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The shame, pain and release of self harm cutting - spoken word poetry

The Edge

07.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Growing darkness
Merges with the shadows
of rustling, whispering trees
mountain forest clearing,
seconds of slow
starlight reflection
evolve
into clear creation.

You stand
cold wind
edging your thoughts
Looking at the stretched expanse
shimmering star lights
expanding dreams and hopes.

The world...
universes...

Made.

Poem Tags
#christian, #creation, #god, #poem, #poems, #reflection, #spirit, #spokenword, #universe
Prompt
Standing amazed by the stars and universe expanses above. Makes you think.

See the Universe and stars and be challenged about creation Chrisitan Seeker Spoken Word Poetry

Tags: creation, stars, beauty, love, god

Summer Senses

04.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Sweat trickles, sticky shirt
Hot air sears nostrils,
Shimmering fried yellow hills in distance,
Cicadas, a thousand chirps pressing in,
Relief, cool ice-water laughs down my throat.

summer_sweat_five_senses_poetry_christian

Form I followed here:
Line 1: Touch - Feel
Line 2: Smell
Line 3: See
Line 4: Hear
Line 5: Taste

WALT:
To write in the style of "5 Senses Poetry" incorporating at least two literacy devices that you can explain within your poem.

Success Criteria:
• You have successfully used all 5 senses.
• You can explain your application of two other literary devices.
• Have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed.
• Place in the poem strong thoughts about the topic
• Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft.
• I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s.
• I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus.
• I can use and credit Creative Commons images.

#children, #cool, #education, #fivesenses, #hot, #ideas, #kids, #literacy, #poem, #poetry, #senses, #summer, #sweat, #writing

Images Credit: 5 Senses from Wikipedia, Summer adapted from Pixabay

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If Kiwis could Fly...

04.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker | |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Brown puff balls
would meander
blue skies,
Yellow trolling feet
and blinking sharp eyes,
Swooping slowly
with fluffy brown feathers
to raid fruit orchards
in all sorts of weathers,
they spear juicy morsels
with long spiky beaks,
and float away
to eat their treats,
Building nests on thin branches
from feathers and mud,
Safer from possums
spilling their blood,

The only problem they
face every day
is how to land
and make sure they stay,
Like the monkey
with clever grippy tails,
they simply hook beaks
on umbrella branch rails.

WALT:
To write in the style of "If Poetry" incorporating at least two literacy devices that you can explain within your poem.
Success Criteria:
You have successfully explained the change in our world to your reader.
You can explain your application of two other literary devices.

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Salty Children

02.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Pupils |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Salty Children are classroom spice
important flavour in our life,
Salty Children turn white when shaken,
and enjoy sizzling bacon,
Salty Children like small spaces
but grind their teeth with angry faces,
Salty Children love melting snow
dancing in drifts makes them glow,
They love sunbathing on hot beaches
leaving white outlines
where their body leaches,
Salty Children are often
misunderstood
when people expect
sugar sweet good,
Adding weight is not
their thing
Zest and zing
is what they bring.

WALT: to write a strong poem in the style of the "mismatched poetry" form and demonstrating command of some literary devices.

Success criteria:

To choose a mismatched noun paired with an adjective or verb.
Able to deliberately use and describe two literary devices within my poem.
Create a list of mismatched phrases and choose the best 6-8
Able to craft the phrases together and break lines in well thought out places,
Be able to publish the poem with illustrations that follow creative commons zero guidelines.

I used the literacy devices of metaphors, alliteration, repetition and finished with simple rhyme to emphasise my final point.

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Misted Minds

28.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

Tags: minds, pupils, beauty, sex, pain

Stones Throw

28.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

As Jesus rode
towards the city,
Towards a future
really only known by Him,
the noise...
the celebration crowd
lining the streets
of Jerusalem
palm leaves waving, shouting
The embarrassed Pharisees' hate
threaded the tumult,
But the crowd
was lost to them
in this moment;
for a change,
in this time's fragment,
people had touched
the truth.

"Even the stones
will cry out."

Hide the cross
of Easter,
Smother it in chocolate
and hopping bunnies,
drown out thought,
hide it in holiday events,
Laugh to make it irrelevant.

And in alternate reality
the crowd transformed
"Stone Him
Crucify, crucify
kill Him on that cross"
erected on stone,
Nailed with our sins
Beaten with
the virus
of our human chaos,
bury Him
in our sins,
Bury Him
deeper in stone.

"Even the stones
will cry out."

"Even the stones
will cry out"
Shouting of God's glory
Shouting resurrection power
and the stone rolls aside,
Revealing
Jesus, risen
Jesus, death breaker
The king of love
the beautiful holy lamb.

Now the Rock
of salvation
has restored me to
Total freedom
Total innocence,
Past, present, future
a completed regenerated
beautiful creation,
new born life,
I know God,
my fresh Spirit
flowing living rivers,
transformed forever from
eternity established within,
My soul released
My gifts released.

#chocolate, #christian, #cross, #donkey, #easter, #holiday, #identity, #jesus, #Jerusalem, #palm, #poetry, #poems, #resurrection, #spokenword, #stones, #truth

Christian SPoken Word Poem Easter, Palm Sunday

Tags: easter, stones, jerusalum, cross, jesus

Shadows Inside Out

28.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

In a vast universe room
We are picked up
By a giant hand
Carefully placed on the glass slide.
Lights blaze on
And our opacity lowers
Until self is revealed,

Shadows inside out.

Is there something bigger? What is it? High Resolution Version

Who is He?

27.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

Who is Jesus? Was he real?.… High Resolution Version

Jesus
Who is He?
Figment illusion,
Great person
Just human,
Deluded leader
or more...

History maker,
He existed
believed by Muslim,
Christians alike
That he walked our Earth,
But more...

Could He be
who He said He was?
One risen from the dead
To change lives,
To show the way,
To be the way
Who His disciples died for,
2000 years of truth?

even more...
Could Jesus
be calling you,
Loving you personally
Knowing you intimately,
intricately
Not just out there
but wanting,
To be with you
Be in you
Time with you,
Challenging you
Loving you freely.

Your possibilities...

the tightrope we walk above the voices of the world

Omega Christians

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

The courage to step out - do you hear God's call.… High Resolution Version

The wire stretches,
thin snake of meaning
over a chasm of nothingness,
Voices, vices scream,
neon lights beckon
tell me I'm a fool,
All attempting to make me fall.
I edge forward
step by step
the wind is cold.
It seems strange,
I swear I hear my own voice
telling me to stop
to give up
to relax and fall,
discover a better place.
Unsure the voices below
distract
I do not really listen to God,
I'm self angry
tired
I turn to the Word
"And now - all glory to Him
who alone in God, who saves
us through Jesus Christ
our Lord;
yes, splendour and majesty
all power and authority are His
from the beginning; His they are
and His they evermore will be.
And He is able to keep you
from slipping and falling away,
and to bring you, sinless and perfect,
into His presence
with mighty shouts of everlasting joy.
Amen."
In the quiet of my mind
God speaks,
"Close your eyes
then step out and trust me."

CLOSE MY EYES!

There in the black cold
my faith grows,
as I step out
the tightrope becomes
a glorious road.

Fractured Margins

21.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

On the fractured margins
of belonging
the homeless drift,
Tiredness seeps
chilling hope
unraveling possibilities
to single points of survival;
the need for the night,
Next meal
A dollar
A place to sleep.
Surrounded by a
world of addiction
to money, fame,
power, games,
self,
Surrounded by
glass panes of buildings
pains of people,
in these reflected mirrors
the street seems simpler.

Starting Thoughts: Why does life on the streets seem simpler for some? Why is it an escape?
Poem Topic Tags: #addiction, #homeless, #hopes, #love, #poor, #power, #reality, #reallife, #seeker, #self,
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Spoken Word Poem on how life on the streets can be simpler

Tags: homeless, love, poor, pain, choices

Shadow Struggles

18.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Surrounded in dark
I know this blackened room
sharp objects of my life
hurting corners, shapes unseen
hidden
destructive,
I'm stumbling
over the same things
again and again
as I seek a way out.
Just finding the switch
seems so hard,
Is it safer just to sit
alone in this dark?

Shifting shadows
of others
all around me,
do they wait,
hidden,
for the same reasons?

Starting Thoughts: Does life seem to be a darkened room with no way out, and as you stumble you see the same shadows of others. Do others feel the same as you?
Poem Topic Tags: #apathy, #black, #darkness, #destruction, #hope, #hurt, #problems, #risk, #safer, #seeker, #shadows, #sharp, #surrounded, #trapped.
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity , #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Struggles in darkness - are you alone? Spoken Word Poetry

Death's Dance

18.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Age has taken
smooth and replaced
with sags and wrinkles,
Outer strength
stolen by brittleness,
tiredness, weakness,
relaxed breathing
now shallow and hard,
we know the doctor’s
pronouncements,
we know the miracle
worker,
Yet at this moment
time sets itself aside,
as heaven touches close
to earth,
wiping aside the curtain
challenging life
with impending death,
Tendrils of history;
family and friends
wrap loving into the room,

and a hospital unit
is transformed,
A reality of eternity
births,
and it seems
like the world
takes a final breath,
How can the patient
be so peaceful, confident?
How can she smile and say,
"I'll see you all later?"
knowing what she is in?

You see the personal
power and love of Jesus,
enveloping her heart,
carrying her spirit,
a harmony
closing this realness.

Loved one
Dance into eternity.

Starting Thoughts: Watching a friend or loved one die always brings a lot of questions. I have watched a number of people die and some are amazing!
Poem Topic Tags: #aging, #christian, #death, #faith, #jesus, #love, #old, #reality, #reallife, #seeking
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#writerscommunity , #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Tags: death, old, dying, hope, hospital

My Soul

04.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

My soul
connected to,
loved in,
turned inside out
cries worthy,
Every fibre
exalts Jesus,
exalts the name;
exalted majesty
exalted God,
Worships the great;
the great I am,
Yeshua...
above all else
beyond space
outside time.

He calls me-
all of me,
He knows me-
all of me,
and this me-you
is who
He wants,
who He
forgives, restores,
empowers.
Beautiful the Word,
Glorious His name.
We are
baptised into The King-
into the covenant,
returning to the Father
for grace,
submitted
close in union,
trusting
for saturating Spirit
a fire,
listening to quiet
manifestations of
God's words
into our life;
Not my will
But yours Lord,
Simply surrendered.

How wonderful;
His unchanging grace,
His unchanging promises,
His deep, deep love.
Remain in Him.

Where will we
go today, Lord?
Where is today's call?

Where I'm From

24.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Days happy playing lone
Climbing the umbrella weeping elm
spreading over front lawn,
my ship at sea,
clambering the mast
hiding behind leaf sails,
weighing chances of breaking leg
jumping from high to ground,
Our house behind
white roughcast
home perched
on Dunedin hills.

Pine trees march
rough barked
up the long dirt drive
of the neighbour’s
mystery mansion,
hectares of
native forest exploration
tracks over fallen trees
through gullies, streams, cockabillies
and fresh-water pale lobsters,
Dad’s spade in hand
digging ferns
to transplant,
creating my dream
new forest bush
in our front garden,
sneaking sweet apples from
orchard trees gone wild
growing gamely near
the stone block mansion,
an edge of danger-
I heard once
an apple thief got hit
with a shotgun blast-
salt pellets stinging his butt,
I tell the story many times
and I cross the boundary
again for my sweet thrill treat,
On hills behind our fence
plump blackberries hanging
from tangled thorn vines,
toy bucket in hand
pick one, eat one.
lips-fingers stained purple.

Our first family
New car smell
Cortina plastic seats
Our 20 miles Ford
parked next
to chicken coup
in freshly cleaned garage.

Dad’s garden -
me blister digging across
the hill quarter acre section,
carrot soldiers
potato mounded rows,
peas and beans
exposing pod life on
on stakes of string twine,
witches copper hat brewing
sea kelp secret recipe
to fertiliser coax the big ones,
his proud saving money world
my moaning not again world.

Dark cold balcony
facing night swathed
Kaikorai valley,
lights in windows
across the void-
are others watching like me?
wrapped in blanket
snug to cold winter fingers
of starry night,
fireworks cascading across
house lights, dim grey sky,
hours gazing.

Our cellar
Dad’s world
of "one day
it will be useful",
exploring to find a treasure
moving the tired memories
to discover nothing,
but still dreaming-
one day I will be rich.

The same cellar where
the two brothers
dug into clay banks
cutting back into
the hill under the house
hand trowel scraping
yellowy clay into
slatted apple boxes
on long rope pull strings,
following a row
of rotten wood piles,
replacing these with
sturdier concrete supports
wedged under floor joists
as we hollow further into dark.
Dad too well built to fit so
weeks of tunnel boy labour
chid underground engineers,
filling-pulling, filling-pulling.

Grandparents house perched
on a steep North-East Valley street,
if you tripped and rolled
would you ever stop tumbling…
Tonka cars and Mecanno metal
my created worlds on their
rose patterned carpet
‘brmmm’ sounds
as I push loved cars
towards the refuelling station of
Grandma’s kitchen and
freshly baked peanut brownies.

My city of replaced memories
rubber wheeled
electric trolley buses,
roads spiralling out from Octagon
who cares if it means
going straight steep up the hill -
the shape was important
on the map,
cold sea harbours
and trevally fishing
hill walks and two storey
grand wooden houses,
St Kilda salt water pool
pounded by encroaching
sea wave explosions.

Dunedin -
centered on Robert Burns
seagull stained statue,
some Scottish in my heart
the child place in my dreams.

Prompt
A poem exploring where you are from, your history and younger child memories.

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Plastic Love

15.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

A cautious sunbeam
scatters dust and time
across the unseen
attic space,
time crumbles -
avalanche tumbling
present to the future,
cracked death
fractures window glass,
the barbie doll leers
under dark hidden
cardboard box shadows,
twisted arms agape
legs impossible
angles of hope,
vacant eyes torn
from plastic life,
heart black oil
joint seeping,
memories of childhood
mind blotted by
screams of adolescence,
frustration tears
seep slim cheeks,
cheapened silence
strangles desires
smooth skin
slim waist,
elongated arms akimbo
reflect human condition
in a circus hall of mirrors.

Dance on the soul
with your hate,
poke sneers
into the mindless,
sex your smile
in feeble resuscitation,
drift addiction
your dreams,
slumber with sleep
and rupture your essence.

Outside
rustling leaves
quiet clap
the always autumn sun,
time slows,
angles change and
the sunlight splits
through cracked pain
twisting God's rainbow
into the room.

Tags: pain, life, love, hope, doll

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Human Destiny

Traffic Haiku

Darkest Secrets

Secret Place

A Thousand Cuts

The Edge

Summer Senses

If Kiwis could Fly...

Salty Children

Misted Minds

Stones Throw

Shadows Inside Out

Who is He?

Omega Christians

Fractured Margins

Shadow Struggles

Death's Dance

My Soul

Where I'm From

Plastic Love