Best Adamic Poems
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
Categories:
adamic, art, baptism, bible, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
where are your eyes in the 11th hour?
do they roam to and fro, roaring
with insipid power, baiting the hook,
fishing for retractable men?
where is your nose in the 11th hour?
is it sniffing out a cesspool of plots,
hanging with odious men by the fire,
drawing in men with deceptive smoke signals?
where is your mouth in the 11th hour?
are you rambling out rhetoric, grandiloquent smut,
smirking, curling your lip, your serpentine tongue
slithering and snapping up every adamic crumb?
where are your ears in the 11th hour?
are they trembling with vibrations of horror,
jingling change from restless legs, harkening to
every pandering pain - every wicked wile?
where is your touch in the 11th hour?
are you reddening faces, tenderizing
every black and blue artery and vein,
darkening the skin of Eve like a cancerous cloud?
~ ~ ~
in the 11th hour, her kind eyes shower,
with rainbow tears, leaping upwards,
bowed in reverent fear, insightful and wise,
vigilant and circumspect.
in the 11th hour, her nose drawn to scents,
yes of honeysuckle and baby powder
but also the downpour of the poor and sick,
attentive to the stench.
in the 11th hour, her mouth soothes
with compassion, just and good,
sensitive to worn out souls, smiling
tenderly, speaking at chosen times.
in the 11th hour, her ears ever alert,
pierced by the outcry of Eve’s children,
drawn to lilting laughs, lullabies and psalms,
anywhere a helping plea sounds.
in the 11th hour, her touch gentle and soft,
changing diapers, dusting off tears, foraging food
for her family and the lonely, handing out hugs,
midnight feet tucking in the sheets.
~ ~ ~
Indeed, the 11th hour is here,
a time where good is called bad
and bad pronounced good.
In the overcast skies,
the spread of candlelight
like stars, so mercifully bright.
As midnight strikes,
each star is gathered like wheat,
the sun and the moon fall asleep.
4/2/2019
Categories:
adamic, christian,
Form:
Free verse
A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!
Categories:
adamic, baptism, bible, celebrity, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
My abecedarian fingers
Numb to their recalculations and lexicons
I brush slimly my thumb through each
And clasp myself in fives or nines
It sinks its full weight like an equivocate clasp
One gaucherie to an eldritch comeuppance
A padlock lip nimble and pivoted like sickness
Delicate but ultimately dependent upon timing
The human stomach is a pendulum
I feel mine pulse as cynosure cascaded
I cherish extemporaneous occurances
Empyrean palisades and medications
I collect as a dictator my tintinnabulations
Of etiolated tchotchke and clamp my fistful
Stumpside in the rivulet, Adamic clay bathes
Of my clasping reconnaissance of fives and nines.
Categories:
adamic,
Form:
Free verse
What Is The Reason For Creation?
The future will bring unexpected things,
A woeful tragedy our heart to sting,
And though our plans be laid so well,
A power, from where we cannot tell,
Moves, or turns circumstance around,
Here giving joy there bringing a frown.
An insignificant spark, a slippery spot,
An induced germ, a misplaced dot,
Can turn someone, a group, a horde,
To bring about peace or bare the sword.
What say ye then, my wise friend you;
Is it blind fate and a little luck too:
Some random power to tip the scale,
And bring forth heaven or show us hell?
Concerning the puzzle of seeming happenstance,
Can you of the future perceive a glance?
Has it reason or design at all,
Can man influence how 'fate' must fall?
How helpless then we tend to be,
If we be pawns in a random sea,
Where utmost effort is brought to naught,
A battle comes that would not be fought,
And all this turns on the merest flick,
Of someone's seeming uneventful trick.
Who can approve such an absurd display,
Of struggling mankind's efforts made,
And undone by a change of wind,
The toss and turn of chance to send?
I will not accept such an odd charade
Of appearance too early or too late,
Of a random force that turns my way,
Into some strange and awkward play.
I choose a design of great import,
A meaningful kind, of a rational sort:
With a purpose far above the crush
Of humanity's desire filled headlong rush.
An intent supreme,of a virtuous kind,
With purer motive and reasoned mind;
To set things right and bring an end,
Far more desirable than chance can pen.
To vindicate the cause of all,
The pain, the strife, the rise and fall,
Of man's travail from then til now;
Though to prove it to you, I know not how.
Please bear with me and consider this,
Lest some good purpose we should miss,
Could the answer be thus simply stated:
'By Him and for Him they were created?
The purpose of creation and the Adamic fall,
Could glory for Christ be the reason after all?
More magnificent a claim cannot be made.
No more noble reason for existence laid,
Than for my existence to be,
To glorify the one who is most Holy.
Categories:
adamic, bible, christian, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
The future will bring unexpected things,
A woeful tragedy our heart to sting,
And though our plans be laid so well,
A power, from where we cannot tell,
Moves, or turns circumstance around,
Here giving joy there bringing a frown.
An insignificant spark, a slippery spot,
An induced germ, a misplaced dot,
Can turn someone; a group, a horde,
To bring about peace or bare the sword.
What say ye then, my wise friend you;
Is it blind fate and a little luck too:
Some random power to tip the scale,
And bring forth heaven or show us hell?
Concerning the puzzle of seeming happenstance,
Can you of the future perceive a glance?
Has it reason or design at all,
Can man influence how 'fate' must fall?
How helpless then we tend to be,
If we be pawns in a random sea,
Where utmost effort is brought to naught,
A battle comes that would not be fought,
And all this turns on the merest flick,
Of someone's seeming uneventful trick.
Who can approve such an absurd display,
Of struggling mankind's effort made,
And undone by a change of wind,
The toss and turn of chance to send?
I will not accept such an odd charade
Of appearance too early or too late,
Of a random force that turns my way,
Into some strange and awkward play.
I choose a design of great import,
A meaningful kind, of a rational sort:
With a purpose far above the crush
Of humanity's desire filled headlong rush.
An intent supreme,of a virtuous kind,
With purer motive and reasoned mind;
To set things right and bring an end,
Far more desirable than chance can pen.
To vindicate the cause of all,
The pain, the strife, the rise and fall,
Of man's travail from then til now;
Though to prove it to you, I know not how.
Please bear with me and consider this,
Lest some good purpose we should miss,
Could the answer be thus simply stated:
"By Him and for Him they were created"?
The purpose of creation and the Adamic fall,
Could glory for Christ be the reason after all?
More magnificent a claim cannot be made.
No more noble reason for existence laid,
Than for my existence to be,
To glorify the one who is most Holy.
The Spirit written text does make the call,
Of one Lord supremely over all,
With a secondary purpose in mind,
Of a merciful and a redeeming kind.
All wrapped up in this purpose too,
Could be salvation for me and you.
I ask you now, does this ring true,
Creation made and with good purpose too?
Categories:
adamic, religion, future, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh! Only God's love conquers all.
He gave humanity average people
Just like you and me. The
Very best gift he could possibly
Give unto us. He gave his only
Begotten and beloved Son,
Jesus Christ to bare our
Sins debts and penalties.
Liberating all of humanity,
Whosoever will call upon
The name of the Lord
Jesus Christ will become
Saved and inherit ever
Lasting life. We have no
More fear of tomorrow!
He conquered all of our
Sorrows!
Oh! Only God's love conquers all.
His only begotten Son liberated
Us from our Adamic disgraceful
Fall. By becoming the second
Adam, the Son of God and
The Son of Man. He will
Truly set us free. We just
Need faith and believe in Him!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 09, 2020
Categories:
adamic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Lyric
God really understands human frailty.
Out the dust of the earth he created
Adam. But out of Adam's rib, he
Created Eve. Dust they were
Made of and to dust they did
Return. And so will all of their
Sons and daughters.
God remembers that we were
made out the dust of the earth.
He understands our physical
And spiritual weakness.
Which is why he is willing to
Make allowances for us.
God sent the second Adam,
Jesus Christ, into the world.
To redeem men, women, boys
And girls.
God knows we inherited our
Adamic sinful nature. God
Knows all about our sins of
Commission and our sins of
Omission. And he understands
The difference between the two.
And he explains it to his children,
Too. Sins of commission are sinful
Acts we deliberately make on
Purpose. Whereas sins of
Omission are acts, words,
And deeds we neglect to
Do. Mainly through carelessness,
And ignorance.
God knows and understands our
Willful and habitual sins, and
Will help us forsake them!
God loves his prodigal sons
And daughters, who repent.
Confess and forsake their sins!
God knows, "the spirit is willing,
But the flesh is week." Our
Fleshy nature wars against
Our spiritual nature. But
Jesus Christ came to overcome
The devil and to deliver his
Sons and his daughters.
"And he whom the son sets free is
Freeborn indeed." Jesus Christ
Sent the Holy Spirit to dwell
Within his sons and daughters.
Who accept his blood sacrifice
For their sins and become part
Of the body and bride of
Our Lord Jesus and Savior
Jesus Christ, who is divine!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 10, 2020
Categories:
adamic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Multituduos hands hold my legs,
Some pulling here and some there.
'Come,work for us' the former said.
While other chewed 'We'll pay you here well'.
Hither to hence i know not,
For i'm almost cracked like a nut.
Whenever the festivals are here:
Well,for those that care:
(Even the large mas and newyear),
They always want me there.
For some to serve many,
While other to please any.
Some use me for any style,
While some press me till i'm dried.
Even adamic calls me different name,
'Jollof','Fried' conveying my fame.
Yet i'm my real self,
Shuffling variant shelves.
If i sent my absence on any of their celebration,
Then the festival is but omission.
'Soy Popular' than i think,
Yet my fame never shrink.
I travel without stress,
On them did i rest.
I live a joyful life,
But being with them is strife.
'Fame is good but makes many rude'.
Though i'm yet myself,
Barging many shelves.
Even presidents adore me,
For i'm always a meal.
This is who i am,
Well,for those who care,I'm RICE.
17:31:12:19:41
Categories:
adamic, allegory,
Form:
“Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish”
(Luke 13:4–5)
Sweet bitter bite
stirs the tree snake — Eden’s crumbling.
The seed of Eve trembling...petals turn white.
Adamic-tongue fumbling.
Father of lights, his promise to the flailing man —
sepulcher - womb of new beginnings, a good plan.
Flickering windows! Falling clan.
Dueling swords plunge into deep soil — the warring heights.
6/16/2019
Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
adamic, america, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
If L is for Love and then H is for hope in Jesus Christ!
For without his love we have no hope at all.
We still would be victimized by the Adamic fall
From grace. Without hope our love is in vain.
But with hope we have the blessed assurance
Of his everlasting name!
Jesus Christ when he walked the earth among men,
Cared for the very least of them. Jesus Christ is
The same yesterday,today, and tomorrow.
Due to hope we receive comfort admits our
Sorrows! God will bless us day by day and
Wash all of our sins far far far away!
We have hope badly needed for our daily living.
We have hope our sins are forgiven.
We have hope and a guarantee of
Everlasting life. When we first have
Hope we become part of the body of Christ!
We have hope we shall never perish in our sins!
We have hope Jesus Christ will keep us from the
Hour of testing which is to shortly come upon
The world. We have hope of deliverance from
The seven year tribulation. We have joined
The crowd of witnesses and saints throughout
All of the nations of the world!
We have hope we shall dwell in the house of the
Lord forever. He promises to never leave nor
Forsake us! He will never deny us. If we
Confess his name among men. He will
Faithfully dwell in the midst of them!
We have the blessed hope of the rapture
Of the Church of Christ. We belong to the
Bride of Christ. He will gather us together
Before the heavenly throne room of God
Almighty victorious Lord and King!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 07, 2020
Categories:
adamic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
“Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish”
(Luke 13:4–5)
Sweet bitter bite
stirs the tree snake — Eden’s crumbling.
The seed of Eve trembling...petals turn white.
Adamic-tongue fumbling.
Father of lights, his promise to the flailing man —
sepulcher - womb of new beginnings, a good plan.
Flickering windows! Falling clan.
Dueling swords plunge into deep soil — the warring heights.
6/16/2019
Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
adamic, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
We can them assemble,
For they still resemble.
It won't things dissemble
Nor the whole world crumble
Nor Men cause to amble...
They won't burn like bramble
From moves to assemble:
While others Adamic,
Both also Abrahamic:
Not one part Semites,
And the other Hamites...
Sure,some voice would grumble,
"A Meant Bull!" mumble:
Risks of death's preambles,
For Union a shambles...
Arabs and Zionists:
Their least loved unionist...
Categories:
adamic, analogy, conflict, love, race,
Form:
Rhyme