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In the Bubble

You have come
Committed to us
Love to us
Born with us

Why did you bother?
Just look around 
and see the pain
Beyond our bubble of life
Maybe even in the bubble 
- the hurt
The environment groaning
Crying out its slaughter.

But your heart
Responds, responds
deliberate unconditional love
The same power that sustains 
Universe spinning galaxies
Birthed vulnerable
Laughed free, 
Knew injustice firsthand,
Felt pain depths,
Cross hung
The father turned his face away
Time suspended
The unknown of three.

And then power!
A time to live
A time for amazing
A time for the biggest 
Divine miracle.

Risen now
The last word
Is Forever alive
Love to us.

His world changing
love starts with us.
In the Bubble- love christian poem

Dot Praise

You are vast,
The power
Universe sustaining,
And yet dust
A dot in space
Holds your love.
Maybe not the only dot,
But we are your creation
Created for good 
Sustained, released in Christ.

Created to praise
To shout out 
"God is good!"
In all circumstances:
in grey emotions
in dark pain valleys
in breathtaking mountain tops
in darkening sunsets
before light spilling sunrises
within expanding spinning galaxies.

Starting Thoughts:
Sunrises, galaxies, sunsets, mountains, valleys, dark, light, pain and peace - in all times God is good.
Poem Topic Tags: #worship, #creation, #good, #pain, #praise, #space, #sunsets, #universe
Posting Tags: #artist, #creativewriting, #edapp, #edchat, #edtech, #elearning, #GlobalEd, #god, #instawrite, #jesus, #lrnchat, #mlearning, #poems, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #poetryisnotdead, #poetsofinstagram, #schools, #spilledink, #spokenword, #teaching, #TT, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife
praise_worship_earth_vastness_space_pain_peace_god_is_good

Future Threads

Unknown futures
stretch threads 
Wandering questions
through my mind,
What next?

We want and hope
for so much,
Yet feel self shortchanged
Overlooked, tired.

And in it all
A search for love, meaning
Purpose, fun,
Not the random, empty.

Thousands of years of history
shout a story
to me today,
a story of twelve
a story of millions
a story of the One.

What would happen
If I give the unknown
to a known God?


Prompt
The future stretches out in front of you... where is it going, how connected are we to the possibilities for ourselves?
Poem Tags
#christian, #futures, #history, #hope, #hopes, #jesus, #meaning, #possibilities, #poetry, #poem, #questions, #seeker, #spokenword, #story, #threads, #tiredness
Questions in the future, poems spoken word

Such a Time

It is your time
this moment
The purposes of your heart
flying to a new horizon,
A sea sunset
before you,
Colour stretching opportunities
that look thin at first
in the light of day,
But stand brighter
as darkness falls,
And as you travel
to the distant thin line
Distance develops behind,
distance from previous relationships
distance from harmony conversations
Distance from the land left behind
distance from what has been safe
distance from love in the Christchurch city,

As you travel towards
the iridescent line
a new day dawns forward
in a dissolving horizon
Creating new destiny
new conversations
new shelter and freedoms
new love,
a luminous life
for you are
God's lights
fireflies to the horizon.

Starting Thoughts: Written for friends travelling overseas into mission. A word to encourage and celebrate their new journey taking part of us with them.
Poem Topic Tags:
#change, #destiny, #divineappointments, #faith, #horizon, #journey, #mission, #opportunities, #purpose, #steps
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
A journey of mission and opportunity poetry

So Often

So often
We see the past,
Nostalgic dreams,
Rose's thorns,
Tint memories' eyes
Colluding, enveloping thoughts,
Until timelines change
And living yesterday captures
Today.

Fake experiences
Strangle tomorrow's hope,
Patterned life abnormal normal,
Arteries clogged- hardened.

Changes?
Something new?
Challenged?

Starting Thoughts: Do our memories of the past enrich our present and future or slowly strangle them? How do we cope with the problems, sins and fears that keep dragging us back?
Poem Topic Tags:
#change, #experiences, #future, #life, #memories, #nostalgia, #past, #seeker,
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
How do our memories and experiences of the past influence our present and future. Poem - Spoken word

God to Earth

Was the plan
to be incognito?
Only a few to know
of the baby
Heaven's anticipated arrival,
Born in a manger
Earth of earth smells.

But maybe the angels
Communicating at the speed of light
knowing the power
felt God's word at work,
"Shall we see what's going on?"
and followed the messenger angel,
from heaven's dimension.

And above night shrouded hills
they heard the words
spoken to amazed shepherds
"And you will find a baby.."
The Angel xfactors
couldn't contain worship
Bursting into human sight,
Unsuppressed singing surged
cosmic deep
sheer Joy ,
"Glory to God, peace on Earth"

Did God laugh and shake His head,
Those angels
couldn't keep anything quiet,
So much for the
laid-back birth plan,
No hushed start for God's
human shaped love.

God smiled,
“Shh… angels, don’t
wake the baby!”
The winged choir returned
sheepish.

Starting Thoughts: It hit me in a service - I wonder how the angels got to to be there and sing when they appeared to the shepherds? Do angels have agency apart from God ?- I think yes!
Birth of Jesus Christmas Poem

Life's Edges

Box trapped
Straitjacket message from hell
Walls surround,
Dark gnawing at
edges of life.

Whether I walk 
the streets
Or few metres to cell bars
I am in prison,
Forever blackness,
Somehow worse, exposed
in sunlight or florescent tubes,
So dry, no tears only anger
So buried, no hope only pain,

I can't do broken alone,
Where do my thoughts leak?
Who else can know my thoughts?

Starting Thoughts: Sometimes the walls in life seem so bleak and closed in we are close to what we think prison might be like, but know this is really unreality. There are other choices.
Poem Topic Tags:
#anger, #box, #broken, #decision, #hope, #pain, #prison, #reality, #seeker, #thoughts, #reallife, #trapped
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Sometimes we feel in prison and unreal reality, poem and spoken word

Colour Culture Tapestry

What colour in your room?
We have the understated kiwi dark
That blends with the bush
The reds, yellows and blues
of Romania,
Greens
Gold and purple
from Pakistan
Vibrant colours of Malaysia, Singapore,
Korea, Fiji
From Africa, America, Nepal, German
the brothers, sisters
have travelled
To N.Z.
The ends of the earth.
To share stories and life
Flowing threads of culture together
Scottish, Maori, Japanese, British
All joined, called by one love, one Christ
One hope,
Expressed in many voices.
Once all immigrants
to this land,
Once all immigrants
to God’s kingdom,
Now the stories, the yarns
have been woven together
in His love.
A tapestry of
The Christ of the cross
The Christ risen
The Christ who calls his people.

Prompt
Celebrate the mix of cultures that make up the wonderful tapestry of woven colour in our churches.
Colour Cultures Tapestry Poem

The Story

Free to Take
shared lovingly
elements of wine and bread.

The first 
Promise signed
by blood and body,
followed by 
Freedom's proclamation
in death's defeat,
A beautiful Love poured
into a dot circling
within universe expanses,
The Crown of Pain 
history written,
and Generation’s of
changed human story
told in transformed lives.
Are you Open 
To hope's story,
To time's truth
written waiting 
in your heart,
To intertwined threads
connecting your spirit
to eternal, perfect love?

Free to take
Yet costly change.

What is your story
in this place?

Starting Thoughts: Communion is a special time as we replay, reenact a special moment that Jesus had with the disciples. They did not see clearly, see the future which should be always the way we approach the table also.
Poem Topic Tags:
#communion, #cost, #cross, #easter, #freedom, #hope, #jesus, #love, #praise, #promises, #transformation
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Love of Jesus expressed through communion Easter poetry

Dance the Diabolical

The monkey
curls charlatan cute 
posed on your shoulder,
porn paws
wrapped in your hair,
appetite growing,
you feed furred desire
screen-bound
whore-hound,
brain disconnecting
relationships dopamine
rewired,
fantasies edged;
morphing
a gorilla grows
draping your shoulders,
scalp pain
as he excitedly 
twists your 
skin-clad 
skull-head.

And you undress
with a not-me click,
the skeleton
of child kidnapped,
stripping innocence,
naked lust
peels pimped life
to the marrow,
you entertainment-click
sado share 
toxic abuse,
you grope for
hard-core.

You dance the diabolical.

Watching aroused
this dressed-up world,
Trapped in your 
indifferent-hate
self-hate
life-hate,
addicted-hate,
the screen
reflecting your
gorilla red-eyes,
desensitised
not realised.

Not me
you lonely think,
cynically patting
the cute monkey
shoulder perched
score searched...

Dance the diabolical.
Christian Poetry with a Message about Pornography

God @ Lifetube

If God was
a YouTube channel
Internet sensation
Unseen
posting content-
But, like weird!

Humour mixed
with life stories
Music intertwined
with silent movies.
Long moments
and short truths,
No screen rants
No self promotion
Just movies that appear
to challenge
the core of who
you are,
Other video celebrations
of pure fun,
belly laughs,
Deeply breathed hope.

Would you like?
Would you subscribe?
Who makes money?
Annoying ads still there?
Would you share?
Would you embed?
Life Tube Christian Poem

Chestnut Fun

Success Criteria: Poem written in Diamante form, high level choice of words used, captures the experience in words, designed with picture using great DTP techniques and skill.

Couch Potatoe

Excuse my squashed writing
For I am writing this poem
From inside a couch,
Just yesterday, I fell asleep in the sun
Streaming hot through the window
And I slipped through the cushion gap
To join the lost coins, gathered dust
and dried food crumbs.
I hear the outside world
muffled by leather and foam
I'm interior, you're exterior
I hope you can read this note I slipped out.
For I'm squish writing this poem
From inside a couch.

We read, "It's Dark in Here" a poem by Shel Silverstein to inspire us in our "point of view" poetry.... The boys followed this model closely and then with larger variations as they produced two pieces to reflect how writers have a point of view. The montages were produced with creative commons images using layering, masking and montage techniques with Pages on their macBooks.

WALT:
To communicate experiences, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:
  • Write about the topic from different points-of-view
  • To write in a poetry style that has been given.
  • Focus on strong adjectives
  • Use commas to set the rhythm of the poem
  • Short interesting thoughts, one per line
  • Unnecessary and small words cut out.
  • To design a montage to match your poem using layering, masking and alpha tools.

Stolen Security

Once I eternally slept
nightmare tossing,
dark traps sprung,
death tonnes of pyramid granite
fell on tunnelling robbers.

I silently laughed
but they relentlessly came
for my riches.

I am
Mighty Pharaoh
Army surrounding,
protecting me,
Servants entombed alongside
ready for my royal decree.

As robbers break
last barriers
I command;
Disconnected
Failed
None responds
My wealth plundered with
pitch tar torches
and scrabbling fingers,
Even my face
lifted in triumph
Gone...
Stolen security.

Dreams now
wrapped
dry warmth again,
Sensing walls once more
Prying touching fingers,
Unknown words
painted on walls around,
crude, not like the picture words
that gracefully adorn my bandages,
A tomb solid
but disgracefully invisible
like an empty soul window,
They tap on my walls
but so close to touching me
they turn back.
I laugh,
The God's smile.

I am stolen
yet slumber in hushed security.
This was written following a visit to an Ancient Egyptians exhibition in a museum. We looked at the sarcophagus with an x-ray beside it of the ancient mummy.

WALT:
To communicate experiences, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:
  • Write about the topic from different points-of-view
  • Focus on strong adjectives
  • Use a wide range of contrasts in the poem
  • Use commas to set the rhythm of the poem
  • Short interesting thoughts, one per line
  • Unnecessary and small words cut out.

Hole in the Side

He could of come alive 
with a new body.

As Incredible power burned death,
Universe fabric was turned,
Chaos reconstructed 
into new realms of infinity.  
Jesus rose, alive.

But his love
Is such
That his body is still scarred
Perfect love
with the scars of pain, 
holes of suffering. 

Not a good look.

But does God care
about the outward, 
about being the fashion,
the image, the thin fake?
In pouring out his soul
God's love knows you
The real depths of you
inside hidden thoughts,
cloaked habits.

Put your hand in the wound
The amazing scar and see,
Touch.
Respond to this love, 
Reality.

Call like Thomas, 
"My Lord, my God"
Call like Thomas, 
"My Lord, my God"
Discover His passion.
Holes in the Side Christian Poem

Bush Fringe

Written 2013. Living Springs Camping site. Christchurch. Love our bush close to cities. High Resolution Version

Christmas

Santa in last years white beard smells
Coloured lights hang
Twinkles and patterns of
Community art,
Mall packed shopping
Endless Snoopy melodies,
Behind the retail assistant smiles
voids and hopes,
A time of year 
emotions under the microscope,
Extremes magnified,
Hope and loss
gathered friends, holes of loneliness
Life and death
Stuffed stretched stomach, 
credit card strangle.

And we live this commercial crazy time,
In the trapped moments,
Yet hoping for freedom fun released,

We are 
Part of eternities entwined story
A birth, a baby, an adult, a forever love, 
a God's plan.

Poem Tags
#baby, #child, #christian, #christmas, #cross, #hope, #jesus, #love, #poems, #poetry, #reallife, #santa, #seeker, #spokenword, #videos, #xmas

Prompt
Christmas intertwines pain, hope and a baby.
Christmas Poetry Video

Can I?

Can I
Have someone
see deep?
me,
The hidden real
The faked real?

Chameleon - thousand shades
Camouflage dirt
Concealing pain
Capable indifference
Covering smiles
Cracked mirror.

Mindside
I silent inner scream,
Sacrificed life
for inner dark uncomfortable.
Hidden life
in the midst of many.

Where can I trust?
Where can I belong?
Where can I sing?
Where can I be?

Prompt
Where can we turn? Who can we trust? What do we try to hide?
Poem Tags
#chameleon, #christian, #fake, #identity, #life, #poems, #poetry, #seeker, #spokenword,

Can I explores identity through Christian poetry video

God's Love

God's love
The shell discovered 
on the beach
Now lying on a bench,
the floor,
Waiting on a couch,
Sitting on a shelf.

You
lift curved 
spirals to your ear,
Hear
the call
Deep to deep,
A pull larger 
than your self.

In your heart,
a sequence starts,
Insistent whispers
Universes of power

Love
helical expanses
Stronger than your pain
Deeper than life here,
An eternity
Compels, invites
Your response.

Gods love.
God

Released

Desert suns
sear the future,
Too hot
life stands on shifting sands
Too sharp
heat binds the lungs,
Yet a coldness somehow
cloys the heart,
Where can I be that life is found?
How will I do more than survive?

A mirage shimmers
Life just seems fake.

Cracked lips
cry out ,
"Where are you God?"

In faith
seeing nothing
I stumble another step
I scrabble over
endless tops,
the next sand ridge
pours through
my sun seared encrusted fingers
and another image appears
is the real - fake
or the fake - real?

I stumble, sliding
down rivers of sand time
towards the green,
metamorphosing tree outlines,
an oasis,
a whole world's tip
like an iceberg of life
from underneath
this scorched world I am in.

How did I not know
God was in the desert?
A deep pool, cool, powerful life
Underground
There all the time
Water, bubbling, gushing
Extreme.

Through eyes half blind
I see water flowing to the surface,
singing to my soul,
Surrounding, penetrating
so real,
green life afresh.

A call
to drink deep,
to know an intimacy
of Christ in me,
A depth of love.
Refreshed.
Released.
Released from the dry - Christian Poem
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