Best Abased Poems
(Shakespearean Sonnet)
The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face
as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor,
she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace
although her ears record the rhythm score.
He begged her love; he painted instant fame.
She nursed her song in dreams alive to wit,
she trusted him to give the verse her name,
and reasoned out they spun a perfect fit.
With traitor's greed intense, he stepped aside,
and claimed her song as his with no remorse.
He left her raw, his chest out-puffed with pride.
Disgraced, abased, her anger reinforced,
she writes another song, recounts the tale,
assured his star will now commence to pale.
China's might is people based
Why are they being so abased?
Free expression under a ban
The locked in souls; woman and man
A nations tapestry; world known
Where are its champions?
Has all reason flown?
An unyielding wall came down
Through Dictates based
On un-safe grounds
The wall is cracking. now stress lines show'
As army's of people aren't allowed to go
To buy a vegetable; or stuff to wear, its so!
Its not a place now; of debate or philosophy'
But of fear, and; oppressive; autocracy.!
Abased, I am content.
Hungry, I suffer need.
Feasting, I rejoice and feed.
Abounding, I am sent.
Abounding, I am sent.
Feasting, I rejoice and feed.
Hungry, I suffer need.
Abased, I am content.
Christ, You provide strength to endure
whatever is my lot.
As strength in You is sought,
my hope remains secure.
1-1-2020
Philippians 4:11-13 KJV
Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
I see His footprints in the sand,
Which time, for me, has not erased.
I see those nail scars in His hands,
In His death for me He was abased.
Upon His head, a crown of thorns,
They laid stripes across His back.
As He stood at the cross forlorn,
In His love for me there was no lack.
Even Peter had denied Him thrice,
But in dying for all mankind's sin.
Jesus was paying the ultimate price,
That mankind could be born again.
Good morning mister, of thy kindness to receive,
All groans of yester, thou does seem to reprieve,
With a promise to stir, tinges optimiste do contrive,
Pain’s sphincter lets laughter, it’s another reason to live.
Swaying pyjamas on sling, the autopsy right begins,
Stayed on the bed is a rolling, whom my kitchen concerns,
“Who took that mine bedding, and Ngwaci scantily obtains?
Wanna see me cast the ring, that thine blossom returns?”
The morning prescription taken, I am innocuously abased daily,
To equate with all good men, whose wives possess jealously,
For what woman with a noble token, shirks to lose recklessly?
Taught in the womb that lesson, it break suspicious smiles secretly.
So a frowned fellow I am, and not alone in this generation,
Often silent kicks boom, where behind the driver I myself resign,
Mister, let the news come, you know, cowboys pay to listen,
Devising to forget the theme, but slaughters make to mourn.
A day received with glory, all mine suffer classic deplores,
My stem with a rigorous forgery, in front of the boss affords strange chores,
The cold of June here has a story, then an undeliberate sudden Salsa implores,
My acquittal is my worry, nobody cares to hear the weather course.
Soon ‘t’s time the cycle to restart, wishing a fair friend had that control
remote,
All these woes at will to alleviate, yet as I am, they incur not the respite,
With some spreed daily to hurt, alone I remain, a man of living heart,
I choose to live life when I find it, even if minutes thirty like a concert.
I rise with and as clear as the sun, I return crumbled like muddy earth,
This manner of men taught me none, but the proverbial sways of youth,
What shall I do but a resolve one, tonight, where else to go but Unguth!
Limited of option, I have all mornings mine, even if not couth.
Lord, make our speech* glorifying to You
cleansed from worldliness’ defilement
truly proclaiming our salvation and heavenly settlement…
Let our tongues say cheers of encouragement
with our conviction for holiness-commitment.
Lord, make our words glorifying to You
sanctified from sins’ filthiness
truly showing our desire to praise You with earnestness…
Let our hearts be settled upon Your Word’s truthfulness
with our prayer for good works’ fruitfulness.
Lord, make our talk glorifying to You
abased from pride’s torture
truly asserting our pursuit for effective faith-venture…
Let our will be controlled by Your love and truth’s gesture
with our submission for humility’s nurture.
Lord, make our conversations glorifying to You
rebuked from discontentment’s reign
truly revealing our gratefulness for blessings’ gain…
Let our walk go along Your righteousness’ terrain
with our race in overcoming flesh-strain.
Lord, make our expressions glorifying to You
restrained from corruption’s blight
truly verbalizing our concerns for biblical standards’ height…
Let our vision be brightened by Your wisdom’s light
with our understanding to do what is right.
Lord, make our communication glorifying to You
freed from doubts’ slavery
truly declaring our thanksgiving for Your granted victory…
Let our trust manifest total dependence in You against worry
with our determination to seek You always, living for Your glory.
Lord, make our testimony glorifying to You
forgiven from confessed selfish action
truly stating our revival for active soulwinning participation…
Let our dedication affirm involvement in Your Great Commission
with our consistency to share Your Gospel message of compassion.
*1Corinthians 2:1 And I, brethren, when I came to you, came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, declaring unto you the testimony of God.
1Corinthians 2:4 And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power
Colossians 4:6 Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.
Titus 2:8 Sound speech, that cannot be condemned; that he that is of the contrary part may be ashamed, having no evil thing to say of you.
I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.
I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I digress.
I had a charm that melted like butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.
I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air,
but your absence left a pulmonary tear.
I had wide eyes indulged with your beauty,
but they can't relay what a heart can see.
I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum.
I had honey dance in my playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out.
I had a belly that held butterflies.
Now they've come out like powdered lies.
I had tickled ears filled with your melody.
They pranced like deer... into a tree.
I had pennies wasted on vain wishes.
Now they're poisoning the fishes.
I had a nose filled with rose's scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent.
I had smooth arms secure in your care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, bare.
I had soft hands, interlocked with yours.
Now they hold open their own doors.
I had silken legs you loved to caress.
I keep them neatly under my dress.
I had eyebrows raised with arousal.
Now they're abased, full of sorrow.
I had a smile like a child's for cake.
I still wear one, but it's a fake.
I had instincts, but I let them go
like a rambling tongue for ego's show.
I had a notion that this would end,
but remained devoted like an owing friend.
I had regrets of yesterday's crime,
but they've been bleached like toilet grime.
I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood,
with prints that followed like galoshes of mud.
I had a self, differently sorted,
once vibrantly alive, now aborted.
"There but for the grace of God, go I"... based on a quote by
John Bradford (circa 1510–1555): "There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford."
Tears silently spill from my eyes, falling freely from my heart. They pool within my soul and reflect the hopelessness and desperation etched upon the faces of destitute people begging on the streets. I am abased. Compassion pleads for me to stop and offer them an empathetic hand. But I am weak. Embarrassed, I toss some loose change and walk away. Hunger does not smile on an empty stomach, and the sun does not shine in the shadows. There are no happy endings to life's grim stories; society's rejects exist on scraps of charity and the bitter dregs of indifference offered by the hand of fate. My soul does not dwell in high places... it yearns for the company of urchins living on the streets. The intolerable loneliness and insignificance of their lives have left me overwhelmed and despondent, always on the verge of a tear. And my mood is one of melancholy and disappointment, for I've failed my fellow man, and my conscience shames me into admitting it.
sympathetic smiles
and a compassionate heart...
precious currencies
Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together they fiddled
At times they often complained to be differentiated.
Kiddo little minds and parents appeared unjustified
They cried, they blamed and they lazed,
Loaded by books and rat raced tutelage
They pass by a very dignified teen-age.
Out from the custody of cynosure
Together they stepped towards Lyceum liberty,
Few were classed and few remained united
The formers became edified and rests were unidentified.
A masked – small compliments and the evening aloha
The river side sunset appeared to be ambiguous –
A fiesta time boogie and the overnight cockeyed
At times such occasions made them to blab out their twinkly time.
Grown up as buddies and with time they rationalized
Affairs, status and outlook made them more gratified,
Traits made them parted and one cried in solitary
The formers humiliated the frailer and the frailer remained solely.
Lost in their computations, explores and technological justifications
Few carried out degree uprightly and few were abased shamefully,
Bucketed with knowledge, numbers, meetings and self-worth
They neglected those twinkly smiles who were grown up with assorted life.
Few became responsible and few got hold of ménage
Few were invited and rests seemed out of the sight.
Hearsays few get together known to be friendly trinity
Yet there also they lived with different hierarchy.
Left away life they sacrificed the age of assorted life
One who lived with it can now front the barbarous life.
They lost themselves to their twinkly buddies’ mobilization
Upcoming in their lives they will surly come by friendly exoneration.
Dated: 18/01/2010
Death dies herself and does not damage
Those who advance ahead underailed,
Following the prints of the wise pioneers
Whom He imparts the secrets of wisdom.
At downward dive heart beats thumpingly,
And aches as one feels on an oscillating swing
With long ropes when moves to and fro
Between two extremes with hissing moves,
Fearing lest one should crash to fragments.
I landed upon the world underworld,
Before the sunrise, in the moment of morn,
And roved about the too simple mosque
With open lawn and low boundary walls.
Entering through the gateless entrance,
I sat on the ground, gazed at the outer setting.
A slight afar flowed and winding river,
The lush green bushes stooped along,
The banks and brims of the serpentine track.
One by one then entered natives of the land,
Taking seats they sat in the rows straight
On the unwrapped mats made of palm leaves,
They all gathered for the prayers of morn,
And sat I in the end as my merit allowed.
Then one prominent, in the dress simple,
With a piece of white cloth wrapped around
His head, neither tall nor short,
With round sanguine face and grizzled beard
Of moderate length,
Abased in front of all to lead the prayers.
Recitation of verses imbued the heart,
With serene pure pleasure.
Then hands were raised for more blessings,
Before the crowed dispersed, a man squatted left,
Told me the name and place the Imam belonged to,
“Departed He centuries ago yet is known well,
A winding river flows beside His shrine,
Though often it surges to the brims spilling,
Yet causes no rumpus, passes in serene hush.”
A desire then emerged to esteem the adorable,
By kissing the feet of reverend dervish,
But declined He the act of caressing the feet.
That precious life in beautiful consonance
Where feelings and life are constant
The Alpha’s, the Omega’s children ingress into unity
We, meek, abased on our knees for his glory
With musical inflections and modulations
Bestowing him with praise
He has presented us with his overlay
Successfully, we have overcome the ill ones temptations
No longer having to fight to deny
The serpent’s fabricated meed
Here we graze the crown of thorns
There we sing a sweet, euphonious hymn
And devour our Lord’s fruit from the Tree of Life
My dear heart, keep me thankful to God for His goodness
sanctified from sins’ filthiness
showing desire to praise Him with earnestness
as soul is settled upon His Word’s truthfulness
with prayer for kindness-works’ fruitfulness.
My dear heart, let me offer to the Lord speech of grace-fulfillment
cleansed from worldliness’ defilement
proclaiming salvation and heavenly settlement
letting tongue say cheers of encouragement
with conviction for holiness-commitment.
My dear heart, help me glorify the Almighty with His granted divine nature
abased from bitterness and pride’s torture
asserting pursuit for effective faith-venture
while will is controlled by His love and truth’s gesture
with submission for humility’s nurture.
My dear heart, enable me to exalt Christ along His reign
rebuked from discontentment’s sprain
revealing gratefulness for blessings’ gain
as my walk goes onward His righteousness’ terrain
with persistence in overcoming flesh-strain.
My dear heart, make show to the Saviour triumphant delight
restrained from corruption’s blight
verbalizing my concerns for biblical standards’ height
having vision brightened by His wisdom’s light
with understanding to do what is right.
My dear heart, instill in me the joy of sharing Jesus and His Gospel story
freed from doubts’ slavery and condemnation's misery
declaring thanksgiving for His assured victory
since my trust manifests total dependence against worry
with determination to seek Him always, living for His glory.
My dear heart*, testify with me that the Creator is the Source of compassion
since He gives forgiveness toward confessed selfish action
always ready to build lives by His omnipotent participation
inviting dedicated involvement in His Great Commission
with consistency to reach-out by His love's fruition.
Psalm 9:1 ...I will praise thee], O LORD, with my whole heart; I will shew forth all thy marvellous works.
Didactic in rhyme form
January 5, 2021
Edited on January 29, 2023
Humbled yet content, my Knight and I... though never assumed with boundaries
Can God be limited?... He, who owns the cattle on a thousand hills.
Should we be afflicted... my Knight and I, whatever the plight?
knowing well our steps are ordered by the ’Kings of Kings’
Oft’ times the trial becomes weary...
memory echoes... “Rejoice, rejoice my beloved”,
reminding us... ‘as we abound and are pleased,
when we are abased, contentment must also be’
My Knight and I... ascertained as the ‘Apostle Paul’...
in whatever direction our path may lead...
adjustments made... we are content.
Invaluable lesson bestowed upon My Knight and I....
When the hard times come for others,
We have learned how to direct prayers effectively...
Not always that ‘abundance will flow’... but that ‘Joy will come with gratification’
during ‘this fiery trial’
Hello. My name is Nicholas, and you can call me Nick. I also must tell you about Matthew, and you can call him Mat. I once despised Mat and others like him, but now he has become my best friend. I am the Pharisee and Nick is the Publican about whom Jesus gave a parable. There was an occasion when Mat and I went to the temple to pray at the same time. I'm sure you would agree that my thanksgiving prayer left no doubt about what I was most grateful for. My prayer described a 'righteous' person who despised others unlike himself. I was thankful for that. Jesus used me as a perfect example of a person who is 'thankfully righteous' in his own eyes and with those same eyes, look down on other people.
Listen if you will to a short prayer I once prayed that I would never utter again because my life has been completely changed. "OH GOD, I THANK YOU that I am not like other people-robbers, crooks, adulterers, or, heaven forbid, like this tax man. I fast twice a week and tithe on all my income. Now, listen to Mat's prayer. He had no pride nor anything to boast about. "God, give mercy. Forgive me, a sinner." *
It was as if I had a Thanksgiving Holiday Spread filled with everything for my personal satisfaction. i.e. I had an overflowing POT of "I'm not like other people". I had a larger than normal BOWL of "I fast two times a week". I had a commercial-sized PAN of "I give tithes of all I possess". I had a big PLATTER of "I am a just man". I had a PLATE full of "I'm faithful to my wife". My dining table was overflowing with things I feasted on. I was full of it; full of myself. Yet, after feasting on all that I had, I was still hungry and empty, unjustified, abased, and unacceptable by God. On the other hand, the tax collector came hungry and empty but left filled, fulfilled, forgiven, and justified by God.
I later met Jesus and became born again. Now, I despise none and love everyone. And now, like my best friend Mat, I know how to pray, and I understand the true meaning of Thanksgiving.
11122018PoSoup *Message Bible
A raging sun raised over the sky so bright, kindled upon
The earth desired for thirst, the first ray hold upon,
By the crops reaped over the farm so baked -
Steamed by the nature so distressed,
The flared breeze glowed over the life withheld.
A muted zephyr pass by the morn, betide upon
The daylight so hoped-for, the first drop gushed upon,
By the wind so aroused over the fight against blaze -
Danced by the mizzle so greeted
The sensation of expressions for the moment winded so delighted.
Moistened by the drops fell upon so pleased, retrieve upon
The sowing over the sloughy farm, the last ray hold upon,
By the dismal days of cloudburst -
Streamed over by the ken so roaring,
The time of the year met with the season of showering.
Abased sun faded by the sky so dark, mislaid upon
The sprinkle dripped for reseeding, the first ray hold upon,
By the awning fitted for shelter over the sidewalk –
Drenched by the approach so merciful,
The mournful reek washed over the shore so disgraceful.
An abstract world by the city so ludic, played upon
The time seemed lively, the first dive swam upon,
By the pleasure of life -
Versed by the pleasance so alive,
The sweet flow of liveliness hoped to survive.
Lasted numb behind the clouds the sun once peeped by the drizzle, showed upon
The rays gently breaking up the sky by the colours differentiated, hold upon
By the welcoming of feathered white clouds –
Eased by the greenery so eying
The time of the year met with the season of fall-flowering.
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