In this space you will find an ever growing collection of beautiful and truth telling poetry and poets. There will be multiple posts per month, so we hope you will visit often. We are currently in the beginning stages of a spoken word project that we can’t wait to release to you all. Look out for updates in this space and on fb and instagram!
"Beauty will save the world.”
-Fyodor Dostoyevski
“Words are containers for power, you choose what kind of power they carry.”
-Joyce Meyer
I offered my bleeding heart to the Mountain,
in exchange for a bandage, a calm, an erasure.
And She smiled in her kind way and said the answer was to bleed.
To weep, to lose - or was it [loose].
She would not remove
She would not block
the weeping water over the trees now planted on the crags of my face,
becoming more Force than nature.
By Rebecca Cooper
©Rebecca Cooper 2020
Photo Credit: Rebecca Cooper/Aduro Images
Movement is
Opposed to death
Blood pumping
Water rushing
Sound pulsating
Symphony
Of Breath
Take
one
more
breath
And another
And another
Again
Repeat
The refrain of immortality
©Elisabeth Cooper 2020
Please
don’t listen
to your ruthless
inner critic
The one
who forever wishes
you’d quit already
even after all these years
The one
who tells you
you’re not good enough
for greatness
The one
who casts seeds
of doubt
with every breath
Please
I beg of you
hold on to reality
Do not sit
and dine
at a table of lies
The lies
that dare
attempt to remove
the sword and scepter from your hand
The lies
that scream inadequacy
in your ears
The lies
that come to muzzle you
Never
They are persistent
but they are not
prevailing truth
Remember courage
remember the First Voice
and do not
Ever
Give
An
Inch
to anything less
©Elisabeth Cooper 2020
To a Beautiful Old Woman.
You don’t have to be twenty.
You are beautiful.
I love to see you,
look at you,
and learn how you do it.
How you go around like you do,
being a beautiful old woman.
Yes.
I said
old woman.
I am tired of the shame in it.
Old woman, you are beautiful,
and we need you to know it.
We are watching you.
You old women
are the only
old women we have,
the only teachers we have
who know what you know,
the womanly secrets,
the secrets
of doyennes,
of matriarchs,
of queens.
Old woman,
you are beautiful.
Please.
Do the thing.
Wear the thing.
Be the thing.
Toss your head,
and flash your smile,
no matter what it costs you.
We need you to know
that you are outside of time.
We need you to know
that you are beautiful.
©Amy Axby 2019
It takes
a mound of cold
dark
filth
to quake
to disrupt
to split the core
a mound of cold
dark
filth
to cause a Holy explosion
©Rebecca Cooper 2020
On December 30, 2019 the Lord woke me up at 4am and gave me this word in the form of poetry for the nation of Greece. In this new era we have stepped into we will see the prophetic rise out of the mouths of the poets, songwriters, musicians, storytellers, and artists. The arts are about to cause an all out revolution and turn of society and culture. I have been releasing prophetic words over cities and nations in the form of prophetic worship and speaking for over 17 years, but these words are now expanding into poetry and writing, etc. because the Lord is calling the poets prophets to rise in the earth! I invite you to partner in prayer with this word for the nation of Greece. I had not been previously praying specifically for Greece, so this was completely out of the blue for me. I will now be praying for Greece in agreement with what the Lord spoke to me. It’s time for Greece to rise!
Greece
With the turn of a hand
And the touch of grace
The land of Greece will rebuild
And see gold again
This time the gold
Of crucible wrought
Time and tinder taught
With songs in the night
Repentance will come
And we’ll see a nation
Raise banners and drums
To lift high The Name
To strike down their gods
To hold high a sword
Of awakening
To cut ties and roots
That have held and bound hearts
In merciless slumber
But a sleeping nation will rise
And beauty will shine
From the city gates
Silver and golden oil
Will glisten and pour
In pigment that will gather and run
To tell truth and sing freedom songs
Of hope from ashes
And death to life
Resurrection songs
For the sleeping shall rise
In her borders
As a sign
Poets will rise in her islands
To spark a flame
To whisper and shake
Cemented bricks
In minds
And in time
That has not been kind
But a harsh master to a people
Made to govern in wisdom
Never again
Will they be stuck in stone thought
But a nation that dances
With angels and flame
And inside the Name
They live
Forgotten nation
Left to reap what you’ve sown
High redemption comes
On the furnace songs
Of a faithful few
Who will strike a blaze
In a nation longing for fire
And break chains
So a nation can rise again
Remember resurrection
And you who stand guard
Do not grow weary
Divine strength comes to you
For the final push
Shattering plaster and marble and stone
That have boxed a nation in
And turned it cold
In places that were born to
Roar with tongues of flame
There is a refiners fire
And a wheel
with a kiln
Hot and ready
Redemption beauty
Revelation wells
Will form inside your shores
You are a nation of promise
Beauty and laughter
Joy that turns the wheels of justice
So I speak to your wells
Spring up!
Watch for the water
of new wells rising
At the sound of your singers, your poets, your watchmen
Greece is rising!
Sleeping giants in the nations
You are about to stand and sing
©Elisabeth Cooper 2019
© James Welch 2019
We need more wakers to wake the sleeping
We need the sleeping to rise
The call for revolution runs deep and wide
Revolutionaries, the earth calls for keeping
Where are the scribes and the poets and the bards
Who lift songs of light in the night
And craft truth and wisdom into words
Healing on their lips
Carrying grace in their grips
Singing outside of time
To unheard rhyme
That sets new paces and wins races
To shift spaces into realms we’ve only seen through laces
Of whispers as we sat inside the gates
We are the gates who have run through the door
And we run without stopping
We do not tire
We do not weary
We run and we sing and we never stop
To shake false rhythms
To break systems of corruption
To heal the weeping
And raise the sleeping dead
We come bringing justice
And dreaming dreams
Of Eden rising
And a city hemmed in by gems
It’s time for a new day breaking
Light cannot be taken
By darkness
So sing singers
And tell poets
And play fingers on strings to bring glory
And let the holy explosion
Rumble
Let darkness crumble
In the wake of the warriors who cry love in the streets
And speak the jarring truth
To heal the nations and creation
Listen!
The sound of beauty is rising
Ring the bells of justice and
Wake the dead
The day is new
©Elisabeth Cooper 2019
Lock in me
a load of lines.
Drive me down
a coast of rhymes.
Show me how
to hug the bride,
and tell me when
to step aside.
Send me words
that drip perfume;
lead me toward
more intimate room.
I want you, Lord,
with quantum choirs.
Grab me, God,
with finger fires.
© Geoff Pope 2019
I am there now,
I am eating there.
Oh! It shines,
and every dish on it,
shining too,
smelt in the smelter of a fiery furnace,
yellow stars twinkling
in a golden sky.
A silk cloth runs the length of it,
iridescent in the candlelight,
sometimes glowing white,
sometimes shades of green and purple,
each thread coated in the wing-powder of the butterfly,
galaxy blue.
Sprinkled with crystal glasses
sparkling with the purest wine—
The Weeper’s Vineyard Collected Vintage—
velvety and fine
with a touch of salinity.
The crowned servers lean forward so that I can take
the bread and
the meat and
the pears and
the honey and
the cream,
so that I can take it up in tongs and ladles
into my bowls and dishes.
And I taste,
and it is the taste of forgiveness,
of relief and airy light
of everlasting lovingkindness.
I taste,
and it is good.
© Amy Axby 2019
Let me bring you in
To rest a while
Until all your tears make a salty sea
And love comes in like softness to win
Sit at my table
Like a friend at midnight calling
For grace and understanding
Come to the meadow
Lay beside me as the stillness
Moves the pain to leave
Let me bring you in
I’ll stand so you can fall
inside my heart tonight
And kindness isn’t faith long forgotten
Run to the river
For my healing in the water
Stirring as doubt flees
Sit in the garden
Where memories are planted
In the forgiving soil of justice
Gather your hope
We ride at dawn
Restore the moment
Before we journey on
Free from the fears
That are past and gone
Flight is courage
The wounded wear best
Healed wings
And abandoned nest.
©James Welch 2019
I never wanted to write about pain
The daily pain at first
that brought me to my knees
and stopped my world
I wanted to be a hope singer
a spring bringer
a breath of candied air
What could I offer
a body in torment
a soul in candid despair
I kept my eyes on Him
as much as I was able
He gave me strength
when I had none
He fed me from his table
with nightingale’s food
Songs of deliverance.
©Amy Axby 2019
Photo © Rebecca Cooper 2019
@aduroimages
If you let yourself
live those Wild thoughts
Perhaps
the wrongs you fight will
Unravel.
And never even
have
been
so.
But only if
you let yourself
Storm.
So, get wild.
©Rebecca Cooper 2019
To tread the path
The cross has paved
To pass through the gauntlet
Whole and unscathed
That high place
Where the table is prepared
And the enemy sees you feast
Every chain falls away
And you journey forth in peace
I call you up!
Warrior poets!
Come out of yourselves
And find your worth once more
You belong at the Father’s side
Under the banner of the Love of the Lord
I impart wholeness and freedom
I declare passion and strength in your wings
There is hope in your song now
And gladness in the heart of those who sing
Come around
Gather to hear this word:
Your voice matters
It is time to be heard!
Relinquish the grief
Let pain fall away
Rise up, warrior poets
Be released and unleashed this day
Lift up your heads
Let fire burn once more in your eyes
Wisdom is alive in the mountain of faith
Warrior poets, arise!
© James Welch 2019
I wrote to recollect and reconstruct
from the pieces
He sees this and enables construction
from the speeches,
words and thesis
that I’m hoping
and evoking
in my spoken
and I open
doors and cabinets
windows and passages
I’ve been told
His lavishes
restore the savages wrecked by the ravages
and rest on the bandages
revealing the healing that comes from
His hands again
where puncture and pierce
unveiled His fierce passion
to see through on the other side
of affliction to John 20:20 vision
where His disciples bear witness
the imprint now stamped by victory
Enacting a symphony of praises that
Exist beyond stages when light is prevailing
Over all that darkness had been wailing
So His hands can bring back
all that’s been broken
Whether by sticks and stones
Or words thrown in the batter
He kneads it all down
Revealing the profound matter of truth
Displacing the lies
Restating our sighs to
Once again see
What He sees
©VISTO2019
You may have noticed that the month of September was quiet on this page. During the month of September the New Poets of Immortality were busy with a poetry project. We took the whole month and each day posted a short 1-3 (ish) line poem on instagram. My project is posted in its entirety on this website under the “Septembers Dawn Poetry Project” tab. The entirety of the project including the other NPOI’s pieces are viewable on instagram through searching the hashtag #septembersdawn19. I encourage you to check the project out. It was an incredible month full of depth, beauty, wisdom, riddles, and revelation. Such a beautiful mosaic of pieces released. We hope those of you who have followed along have enjoyed the journey and that many more will discover this project and find joy taking it in.
In addition, the New Poets of Immortality are up to some exciting plans for the future. Check out this video posted in the New Poets of Immortality Vision and News page to hear more about who we are, what we are doing, and how you can connect.
©Elisabeth Cooper 2019
Have you ever felt your spirit dancing
Eternal movements wild and fantastic?
Trinity-mirroring intimate and personal
Multidimensional and intergalactic?
With footsteps of thunder
Flourish under the waterfall
Wisdom in your heart beat
And Abba in your Father-call
A new rhythm approaches
Sturdy and sure as the harvest wind
Today circle in a new pattern
And delight in the spiral as you ascend
© James Welch 2019