Best Bashan Poems
I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened, wild flower child, yea right boom boy im a power plant, a quater-back serving audibles, wide-receivers run em in slants, run deep, swapping the rythym up, call it skill or pronounce them fiery darts of the devil, replay read a lot of fake words, deploy nothing but truths that carry troops, dead-zone drop-off swing wide scrape the danger, winged right there then, repairs upmost respected like I have a strong command of the english langauge, a strong sense of honor, PoW's plenty of wise men, plenty that u couldnt challenge on the battlefield, u better be ready to die when you walk in their battallion, Feel the valance the stealth, feel nothing feel what you feel wether its false politics American Goverment, I dont condemn my country, American people be the damn blindest, conditionally unseasoned , refutedly would he die in that war man? Well im a black speck in his eyes dying where ever it dont make a ****, you think a soldier gives a damn about being remembered, nah its about fighting your hardest, living longer, having your friends back, perfecting that last love letter, asking God for guidance, as waiting for it, Command given stretch the ammunition, permissions only to use your intuition, now i put a disatant on that idea's be balanced if you spot it u got it, six strikes 3 terrible battle plans, instructions be on a good heart. we life size- we realize it. we competition cams with a lope pulling deeper compression, true intentions blow up in your mind like mushroom clouds, like the repurcussion was a blast to the laws broken in an accident, cheap shells cheap never be Blaine c cheap s sweetlies b bashing breaking *****es, bullstrong. balls with the brillance, beautiful blows, brainstorming, bulls of bashan beaware the wheel of furtune turns quick ask me I slip out simple vibes I be on top soon. blanks broken hollypoints I keep one jax in the chamber, Bang baby I still hit hard with the power, bang *****es blaine me, can u blame me? Straight and narrow , not like in a false form, warfront back on a warhorse, back on the foremost thoughts of a man with a decision to make..
You are extreme in beauty
perfected by builders who constructed all
your planking with pine trees from Ivory coast
and made a mast for you out of the combined crafts
from brown ebony and snake wood.
Out of the oaks from Bashan your Oars are made
and from the cypress wood of Cyprus
your decks crafted and inlaid with ivory.
Your awning of blue and purple fabric are from Egypt
and the inhabitants of America would be your rowers.
These rowers will bring you unto the high seas
you’ll become full and heavily loaded in its heart
the countryside shakes at the sound of your sailor’s cries
and all those who handle an oar will disembark from their ships
The whole of Europe is your trading partner in choice garments,
Cloaks of blue and embroidered materials and multicolored carperts
which are bound and secured with cords in your market place.
Your deals encompasses constant exchanges of turquoise,
Corals, rubies, wheat from minnith, white whool, wrought Iron,
Cassia and aromatic cane.
Costal lines are your trading gardens
and Roman ships will be the carriers of your goods.
Your captains are your wise men and your wise men
are the elders of Spain and Portugal
who take charge in repairing your leaks.
Your skyline will shade the sun and your islands, enrich the oceans
you’ll be the wealthiest in culture and diversity
because of your traders and visitors trooping from all corners of the Earth.
Come forth now and prosper
for greatness and fortune await your enrichment.
Faridah a name that blings I goose bumps
The fairest of them all my constant love
Free in spirit and soul she beloved of soul
My soul in her presence ignites in ecstasy
She is tall dark and lovely with a sweet charm
Her voice leaves my innards desiring for more
More of her lithe and athletic pretty ones body
Her abode a place of beauty where damsels visit
She makes them look pretty she's a beautifier
When I mention the fires she ignites in me
I cant but help promise her a coastal holiday
In a resort where we will sample margaritas
As sweet refreshing red wine is served unto us
...Rimi I cant fathom a life without my promised one
Faridah my sweet and lovely essence of an angel..
Her name I whisper liltingly lest fate hears of my love
And full of jealousy drives her from mine safe hand
Beloved is blessed with swit lips that taste of honey
Her perfume reminds me of pomegranates essence
They come from all over the ridges trying to woo her
But my beloved listens not to their wanton placation's
In my hands she knows she is safe and contented
With Abu I sent gift to Maaha our courtship taking root
Given the green light go ahead she is now my fiancee
..My Krall being full of goats I intend to fully pledge
Myself to her.. My Faridah making her fully Mine..
I intend to make her my sweet princess my only one
The one Queen who will rule the seven parallel realms
At my side.. as I mirror manage.. I muse in swift dream
..Oooh my beloved of Rimi Open the doors of Bashan
You're prince rides in seeking you're sweet presence
Do haste lest he leaves and is waylaid..
By them that guard..The cities fortification..
If you hear the voice of my whisper
...Open the door for me to gain calm entry..
..Am reminded of Rams of Bashan when they danced
With pleasure beloved of Solo..
...I send the south wind..And North wind
With them gland tidings of mine proposal..
Open the door for me My sweet lover do not hesitate
In you're hands I melt and merge into yo sweet entity
You're moans and mine groans fill our inner sanctum
As a game of time replays in all earnest..
You're One RIMI..
Code 254.. Acode Stronghold 013..
The Lord is a jealous and avenging God
coming with vengeance full of wrath
for all His enemies He will defeat
with His mighty hand from His path
This is a God of awesome power
who delays His anger so very slow
for He stands upon the clouded dust
watching the storms hit a striking blow
Almighty God reveals His authority
standing high over every high hill
uttering forcefully a voice of thunder
makes His enemies sit really still
All the waters are dried up
under God's spell making it so
many are withered by the effect
as God punishes His every foe
This God is the supreme Lord
the mountains so great do quake
all of the earth is set to change
its survival the Lord proves is at stake
(Nahum 1: 1-5 ESV)
1. An oracle concerning Nineveh. The book of the vision of Nahum of Elkosh.
2 The Lord is a jealous and avenging God;
the Lord is avenging and wrathful;
the Lord takes vengeance on his adversaries
and keeps wrath for his enemies.
3 The Lord is slow to anger and great in power,
and the Lord will by no means clear the guilty.
His way is in whirlwind and storm,
and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
4 He rebukes the sea and makes it dry;
he dries up all the rivers;
Bashan and Carmel wither;
the bloom of Lebanon withers.
5 The mountains quake before him;
the hills melt;
the earth heaves before him,
the world and all who dwell in it.
We always gon be here,
forever a Jesus thorn in the enemy’s side
We ain’t never gon stop,
to the heavens, giving our plaintive cries
Having to cup those adder ears,
just make Satan’s soldiers so mad
Proud Bashan bulls
stamp your feet on the vanquishing ground
Snort, and give the death war sound
Kill the downtrodden
with a drop bomb machine gun pound
Scatter us remnants to the four winds,
sending our refugee pain all around
But those genocidal practices
won’t stop us from flourishing
We be here to stay!
The meek poor always gon have
the last inherited say
hill* towers midst clouds
summit transcends firmament---
as tall trees praise God
*Psalm 68:15 The hill of God is as the hill of Bashan; an high hill as the hill of Bashan.
March 3, 2022
Edited on March April 4
2nd place, "H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/5/2022
He is with you in your emotional lows
He is with you in the ebbs and flows
He is with you in each ecstatic spike
He is with each nation and person alike
He is with you in the operating room
He is with you during the morning commute
He is with you in the sleepless nights
He is with you climbing those heights
He is with you in the doctor’s waiting room
He is with us when we wait on Him
He leads us to Mt. Zion (away from Mt. Bashan)
Receive the invitation, and repent while you still can
He is with you in the funeral home
He promised that we don’t mourn as those with no hope
He is with you in the grocery store
(He’s both knocking and is The Door)
He is with you on the bus and the train
(Blessing all with His rain)
He is with you when you go out and return again
He turns white, what was a crimson stain
He is with you in sadness and grief
He is with you during incarceration and release
He is for you, He is on your side
(They pierced His heart through His side)
He is with you when you’re afraid or alone
(He is found in the pages of The Holy Tome)
He’s the church’s Head
He’s blessed the marriage bed
(And those of that certain slew
He blesses singleness too)
He is with you during every breath
Even when you contemplate an imminent death
He has answers when it’s why, why why?
He came to serve and to lay down His life
He also had that question while on the cross
He’s the Refiner, He brings out our dross
The Father has given, and none will be lost
(as those who count loss)
He accepts all who call on His name
(From Special Revelation or Natural Revelation the same)
He the path to eternity
He saves for certainty
He rules the earth below from His perch on High
He sees all that can be seen with His bird’s eye
He looks down on the inhabitants thereof
His eyes are too pure, His law is His love
He considers all sighs and plea’s
He accepts the prayers from those on their knees
(or a heart that is bowed metaphorically)
He knows our frustrations, He knows anxiety
He knows you and me, He is Jesus C.
She is not much outspoken this one
Ever quite mulling over what knows God
Her effect is she has one always second guessing
Never quite sure if you have the right desired vibe
If you don’t watch her body language she is easily cross
Her nature is intriguing while unsettling in equal measure
I pride myself on my perceptional capabilities yet me desire more
What makes her passionate for you can hardly fault her as uncaring
What makes her angry and what is it she hiding behind that ulterior look
Our people have a saying where the waters are calm the pool runs deep
I am unravelling her turning stones for there’s so much she holds from others
Should it be that I let her be unperturbed she will never leave her holed cocoon
She is a beautiful butterfly I pray not a moth drawn to the fiery light of a lantern
Only to suffer a fiery annihilation at the hands of the naked lantern flame so besought
What of me do I have the patience or do I snap and walk away hoping she’d but open up
Am I head over heels in love or falling over a cliff I am too a tad mysterious dear not easily read
Let me send you the North wind and harken to my voice you South wind go hastily to my lover say
Why all the trials beloved do’ open the doors that I might gain entry let the peoples rejoice in our love
So as it was the hills of Bashan and Sion sang with merry when my lover did accept me into her hands Bebi Carol Eeh Le mi Rimi leo me luv you.. you remind me of Cleopatra and his Ceasor love unceasing
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