Love – Page 2 – Smith Shine Poetry

Ideas

All my ideas are stupid, but they all lead me to you. Guess I’m stupidly in love with you.

Just the prayers of the saints that holds the kingdom together. Though it’s brewing. In the churches and pubs, as willow strikes the leather. The spark lit the Sandgrounders voice, then roared the whispers of a nation. In the raging storm through the fiery furness, a glimmer for the fearless lies at the next station.Continue reading “sandgrounders voice”

write

There isn’t anything more fulling than doing what is right. After that just try to write ✍️

For the Sake of it

With this goodbye I start, and think of the holy ascension.Then I write for writings sake. Or the glorification of God,the ultimate glory of man.With the ego of Cain all around us, more sin than you could stand.I stand in reverence and adoration.In this a craft of writing.Listen to the voice that’s highest, or killContinue reading “For the Sake of it”

Still Water

It caught my eye in the Autumn.In the wonder of Winter, I stop!Still the truth I chase.In battle, happiness will not suffice.What can I offer? My words? A blood sacrifice? Now in the weeks of the great and holy.I see a raven perched on a mountain of skulls.There, a closed golden door, and I feelContinue reading “Still Water”

again

Tell the moon you love me,I’ll tell the stars the same.As we orbit cupids soul,The love will save us once again.

Pray

The more you pray, the less the opinions of the unholy will concern you. And you may begin to live the way you’re supposed to. Fr Josiah Trenham

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Russian novelist

Posture

Their earthly offerings are burnt.I have only a burning state, a heart in flames.Unlike Job I rollick in sin, but through the sorrow I acknowledge.My selfish feelings burn away.If gratitude was a posture the hard ground would splinter through my knees.Pry us from the filth to the right path of righteousness.The world weeps, dismantle theContinue reading “Posture”

Brotherhood

(For My Sons) My boys, my three lions of England,let the lion of Judah roar in your hearts.As a lad I was lonely, No control, no power,too many false starts.I could only look to the stars when they camefor blood.The piece missing in my heart, brotherhood.Lads, this world is beautiful with its signs, symbols andContinue reading “Brotherhood”