Best Freeman Poems
Come December 21, two thousand and twelve
On the winter solstice, mankind may burn in hell
As man's Creator, I've sent multiple warnings
Nostradamus, the Mayans, Hopi Indians
All believed there was still time to reverse this course
But My warnings have ceased, even My voice grows hoarse
Dear Father, my sacred heart is of course willing
Though mind be the enmity of Christ's blood spilling
My center most being, with Your spirit's all seeing
The sacrifice of Your son saves souls of all beings
Father, though slay my flesh, Thou hast immortal stash
For Thou has the Adamantine, the adamant cash
This is not the response I expected from you
My warnings so long unheeded have made me blue
You are my children and I vow to save your souls
But to save your flesh, you will have to meet these goals
Let the evil wars end, allow nature to thrive
Cast aside all notions of greed to stay alive
I shall heed with God speed to sow the righteous seed
My love will manifest, for 'tis my soul's main heed
I shall present my flesh body as this soul's alarm
I shall not conform, from this world I shall transform
Holy acceptably my receptacle sin free
By my renewed mind transformed by Christ's mind shall be
I will spare your flesh if your words prove to be true
In turn, dire prophesies I promise to undo
Encouraged am I to hear you express remorse
It was never My wish to take action so coarse
To save body and soul, I sacrificed my Son
It has been My wish that all men will live as one
Forgive Father, so shall I speak just this once more
As Thou has given thus this world for to explore
‘Twas a parasite seed from derivative mind's greed
Brought forth by chance, a wild branch, doeth Thou not concede
Purgeth my wild branch of chance, ‘tis your right to do
That I might pursue Your true vine, my love be true
Look at me; I am so successful!
I am nothing save for Jesus' blood!
Have no god before Me
Love God first then your neighbor
If you love Me, serve widows and orphans.
Dezi Freeman we are told killed two police
Wounded another, disturbing much peace'
Took a woman hostage and three kids
Message from the media, who from the police
Get their bits.' Meanwhile they hold Mali and
Consider her charging.yet she was not a hostage and where
It was said.' Not really clarity enlarging, how were
The kids treated after a fearfull experience' just thinking it through
Dezi was taking Andrews ex- state premier to
The law court.' He's an lgbt advocate? Of some
Sort..Rumours of child abuse historical they say'
Is Andrews extra squeeky clean.? He's been
Around anyway..Didn't he have a collision a young
Boy on a bike, reported 45 minutes later, drove off
Then back.? So some claim.' And that they do not
Like' will Mali be able to keep the children? Ir have
There been subtle threats? Comply or they'll be taken? I wonder what will come out next.?
There is no African American history,
or Native American history,
or Irish American history,
or Italian American history,
or German American history,
or Chinese American history,
or Hispanic American history,
or White American history...
There is only American History,
--- and Morgan Freeman got it right!
(Grantham New Hampshire-February, 2017)
when it is sincere
there's nothing else more power
full than 'couragement
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thanks, my friend, agape and namaste ~N
Why thank you Bill for tagging me
To write a poem for soup family
I love it here, i'm having a ball
My dream is to inspire all
I've made great friends along the way
Such talented soupers, i must say
A place where you can truly be
Expressive in your poetry
A place where you just have to show it
Because just like you
I am a poet!
If human brains hold such high capacity
Why is the use of intelligence scanty?
Some claim telekinesis and ESP
Are available to them quite readily
While others have trouble writing and reading
Is intellect defined in unborn seedlings
Pregnant mothers who listen to classic tunes
Say the passion for music grows in their wombs
But that can't explain the musical prodigy
Reincarnation gifts -- another theory
What roles do genes play? Can talents be bestowed?
Scientists seem focused on genetic codes
Talent and genius are enviously measured
By those who have neither such gifts are treasured
But the size of our hearts and the joy in our souls
Prove far more precious as a man's life unfolds
So much significance is placed on IQ
But our Lord is not apt to ask what we knew
When we face final judgment, God just might say
Did you use my gifts wisely or let them decay?
Did you use your wisdom for personal gain?
Did the talents I bequeathed bring you great fame?
Or did you open your heart, provide relief
To those needing comfort and help with their grief?
When you had no money, did you lend a hand?
Did you leave loving footprints across the white sand?
Great thinkers and athletes might feel they are blessed
But those who love are heaven's most welcome guests
Souls with talent and wealth may not measure up
To one who puts his last coin in a beggar’s tin cup
* Dedicated to John Freeman and inspired by his blogs about concepts vs precepts
I cherish my freedom
Hard earned though it was
Through the abolitionist railway
And those who supported the cause
An African slave,
though free upon birth
I was sold as a slave
And was now bound to the earth
Run for the caves boy
Run for the caves
Run for your freedom
Or die here a slave
Run for the caves boy
Run for the caves
Run for your freedom
Or die here a slave
Late in the dark
I heard of the routes
To the new land of freedom
I was resolute
I would run for my life
Leave my family behind
I would run for the caves
And the new life I'd find
Bound to plantation
I was just something to trade
I would run for my freedom
The decision was made
From South Carolina
I'd head to the coast
I'd run for my freedom
I'd then be a ghost
Follow the signs
That was all that I heard
They know you are coming
Just remember the word
Stray from the darkness
A dead slave you will be
With the last thought you'll have
That you'll never die free
Boats on the seacoast
Up to Salem they sail
Look for the sign
And remember the trail
Make for the caves
They'll find you where
The water is highest
They'll come get you there
From there up to Salem
And one more step to go
Stick with the railroad
The way that they know
Make way when the moon
Is down low in the sky
If you're found in the meantime
It's a fact you will die
Freedom is costly
But, it is within reach
Make for the caves
At the north end of the beach
From New England go on
to the north or the west
Both spell out freedom
The end of your quest
Don't look over your shoulder
just follow the signs
They know you are coming
stay deep in the pines
Remember all those
Who have made Freeman Cave
Follow their symbols
And don't die a slave
There are people who will
Help you free from the strife
But, for now find the caves
And son, run for your life....
Run for the caves boy
Run for the caves
Run for your freedom
Or die here a slave
Run for the caves boy
Run for the caves
Run for your freedom
Or die here a slave
Marriage
Beneath the moon two lovers share their dreams.
Before daylight blinds an eternity of sunbeams.
© July 12, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
In writing this down, to not make you frown.
Pretend all is good, as all stories should.
The story to unfold, of a tale yet untold.
Long ago glory, of hardened men and some gold.
This all came at cost, morals, values all lost.
The hero would be, a dark man, not yet free.
Born into the chains, from far desert plains.
The men took him to slave, to work till his grave.
Day and night he did toil, for their gold from the soil.
Day and night did they drink, their souls starting to stink.
As the months turned to years, the dark man shed no tears.
For the hardened men fought, over the gold they had sought.
And one day when he woke, a voice inside him, spoke.
It made perfect good sense, a plan to jump, fence.
Yet his plan to be free, came easy you see.
For the men and their greed, did one day, make bleed.
In a drunken fit brawl, from spent guns did they fall.
And the dark man did see, that for once he was free.
For all of that gold, as he worked for when sold.
To these hardened men bought, to dig the gold they had sought.
Was all his to be, and set sail on the sea.
To back home to the land, from where he did stand.
Long time ago, once more a free man.
SHM
That One, Parts Red Sea
This One … Now Points To Set Free
Moses’ Poetry …
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Because Of Your Shining Faith-Light
Day and Night
Always On
Truck-Drivin' Home
On Highway (or) Space
You Share God's Grace
That Circle So Bright
(Just Like MoonBee's Light - smile)
God Bless You Moses
MoonBee
There is no…
African American history,
Native American history,
Irish American history,
Italian American history,
German American history,
Chinese American history,
Hispanic American history,
or White American history
There is only American History
—and Morgan Freeman got it right!
(Grantham New Hampshire-February, 2017)
You Don't Control Me.
I Am Not Your Bowing Slave.
I Am A Free Man.
Even Though You Seek Control,
You Know You Cannot Break Me.
Tendrils that soothes the river bank,
on a gloomy day - askance look,
hangs high like steam on their faces.
What begets this - a synergy? Myriads of thought runs aloof our threshold!
Celebration brawls our inner minds;
for the ecstasy is known,
purging feelings like an erractic wave!
Who thought of this - Gods among men?
Omelette of colours are born;
its' sight - a gory!
The feeling - a crawl down our spine!
Aye, we must rejoice for it?
Aye, for we bask in the euphoria of our ignorance!
My length of walk?
From origin as work
Defines energy in momentum
Obstruction is capable mathematics from here
On in the document
As sun crests new yorks harbor
In California I awaken to writing, publishing
Shower of body is not reachable
Nor the causeway of commerce
Food procurement
The framers cannot be gained by days end
Patterning a fold....this is that budget measure
Finish map with lifeline tent
Proximity build 1
Mean median and mode
Q factor constraints
Point a nearest origin (highways and bus)
Lag halts at commercial district mid service station
Janns road complex
Patience and safe space for respite and last words
Small portion control point of obstruction to prosperity
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No money there
She trains coming
Circle homes, begging nothing
Waiting, reading, instructions, go! No?
Gotta, can't the jog
Moving in? With/while going out
2nd application note, pencil in me
Successful spy, avoid partnership
Partner with news ship
Next worry district going away
Reach and change rent appointments
Losing let down tap, taps
Taste of upstairs
Still in process of fold and arrive
Arrive greets and seats
Picture of joy
Joy of arrivals
Shuffle of gamble deposits
And loans to room matings
New officer of bank?
Sliding on staircases of banking exit
A vice president on the cover page?