Best Hyssop Poems
I found you on the humbled wheat fields,
Out in the dramatically flattened open
They used to stand so tall, and now,
In only a moment…all fell before you
So very little, in contrast,
You towered over their severed stalks
Your light radiated and pulsed from your frame,
Leaving rainbow-electro ripples in the sky
You beckoned me closer and closer,
And as I glided toward you in terror and wonder,
Life itself became pleasantly unclear
The word, how
Remained on my parted lips...
Instantly, all that mattered was your existence,
How you swayed back and forth so enchantingly,
Teasing the wheat that bowed before you
Your eyes, intelligent, dreamlike, and wide,
Having seen beyond my every capability,
Knowing answers I have died over every night…
I was drawn to you like the honey bee to the giant hyssop
Though instead of brushing against fragrant petals,
There was a looming gloom of potential doom
Marvel drowned out all such fear as I drew ever near
As questions, so many questions, ached to be articulated
This inquisitive soul salivated in your shimmer
With a prayer for all humanity to see what I see…
When time became merely a silly story rhyme,
You answered every question like a parent to a child
The awe of your wisdom burned my stubbornness,
For in that moment, learning was living
No science, no reliance,
No fact, no future to fumble
Only truth today
Was fed to a child who once thought she knew all
Screaming and pouting in hopes for victory
She knows nothing until she grows taller than the earnest wheat
To fall effortlessly at your strange, alien feet
Inspired by the song “Tiny Alien” By Katie Melua
“Just how far can you fall,
When you still feel so small?
Will you love me through the sorrows, tomorrows,
Whatever the future will bring?
Tiny alien”
And for the contest sponsored by: Silent One
She qualified more years ago
than many people want to know.
In fact it was before the War;
(we’re talking now about the Boer.)
Her methods haven’t changed a lot,
since Granny Smith was just a tot
and still she carries, all the time,
some tansy, hyssop and a lime.
Her gentle touch, a word or two
will keep us from our Waterloo.
And if we suffer stress or strain
she'll calm us down and then explain,
"A little rum will ease the pain!"
~
Grandpa's tractor coughs, sputters and comes alive, acrid smoke sharpening my senses... gears engaged, lurches forward, disturbing clouds of fungus midges bursting in the sun from the damp clumps of weeds near the barn.
Anise Hyssop, wild spires along the barn, fill the air with licorice smells as the rear wheels brush by.
Proceeding to the field, the tractor hiccups over clumps of soil, jarring memories of Grandpa's firm grip around my waist, riding along, teaching me secrets of the earth...
...a cycle finished, Grandma brought out to the field at lunchtime, a covered basket filled with cold chicken, potato salad, creamed cucumbers and half a fresh berry pie, lovingly prepared the day before, sharing smiles and my excited recollections of the morning...
...another couple hours and Grandpa tires a bit, so we ramble back to the barn, spying Grandma unclipping laundry from the clothesline, softly singing beautiful hymns of praise.
A Blessed Day, Indeed..
rains
have ceased
clouds passed by
tears rolled away
silence beacons peace
budding blooms mirror sun
light overcomes dour shadows
truth yields fragrant hyssop of hope
solemnness no longer reigns all day
storm has lifted, leaving love in its wake
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(reversed)
Storm has lifted, leaving love in its wake
solemnness no longer reigns all day
truth yields fragrant hyssop of hope
light overcomes dour shadows
budding blooms mirror sun
silence beacons peace
tears rolled away
clouds passed by
rains have < Last 3 word order changed)
ceased.
YOGA
As old as time thou art.
A rock of ages.
Hidden, the wisdom of
The ancient art. But
Through thee unraveled.
A pathway to purity,
This mystique, with eyes
Closed, deep breaths
Mind on nothing, to
The beyond my soul
Levitates to harness.
And my burden darkened
Psyche, thy energy, like
The swift current of the
Sea sweeps away.
And the nether world
For tranquility I no more seek,
For my soul, by thee like
With hyssop had been
Purged.
In the utmost serene
Plane I lay.
Greatest of all mirth
And sublimity I find
When my eyes I close,
Deep breaths I take.
Transcended, my fragmented
Psyche, by cares of this dark
Terrestrial realm, integrates.
For on an apogee of purity
Of the beyond it anchors,
Where a verdant pasture
Of serenity it relishes.
A pearl, but meretricious by
Skeptics christened thou
Truly art.
(A REPOST)
I sing loud in my mumble
On serious matters i struggle
Mind wild like savannah jungle
It spurs jumbled thoughts
That regress in jerks and fumbles.
My presence to you is a disgrace
Im an outcast i am a mental case
Is it because i spoil in my own dress?
Is it because i toil in restless race?
Chasing after things im running from.
I have feelings you understand not
My brain is simply a melting pot.
Am chained but my mind is not
Im pained deep in thoughts
Tears drop in smile like an open tin
Pendulum of mood like a chameleon skin
Perdition like the worst of sin.
They say to the spiritual battle am a no winner
For devil dug deep to reside inner.
Holy hyssop wash to cleanse me cleaner
Oh, im a perfect abstract art
I reflect my badly soiled heart
A victim to my leaking mind
Dripping thoughts normals can't find.
Amidst all, our God still blesses
He showers the same amount of graces
Whether we captured in net of mental cases
Your love soothes my relentless mind paces.
Hyssop colored grass
Temporary jubilation,
Both validate life.
Butterflies, with their superb colors,
are the most amazing
in the insects's kingdom:
our recompense for boredom!
One can ever wonder
how they vitalize
the ungleaming air,
and without them
spring or summer
wouldn't be that thrilling!
Bees are the other laborious kind,
not quite beautiful and docile...
and they don't divagate a single mile,
bringing whatever food they can find
to their deep-dug hive by a shady oak,
not too distant from the hyssop!
They enter and exit
with incomparabe ability: protecting
their hard-earned harvest...
from others with an insidious intent!
Watching them swirling over
the dandelions' and clover's filelds,
which they befriend with their finesse;
while the sparrows seem clement,
letting them have a minimal share,
but the solicitious ravens
attack them and exile them
from that unwelcomed territory...
so unsympathetically
and unpardonably!
Be an observer of the laborious insects:
they don't work for wages or worry about money,
but they gather seeds to feed the unborn ones
and pollen to make sweet honey;
their existence is brief and full of usefulness!
Being small is not a deterrent to achieving less,
even the glowing fireflies have a purpose
in exuding bravado and mystery...
trasforming a darkenig sky above flowers and trees,
as light flees from the shadowy orchards!
Systematically I work as I go through each and every room
With my invisible hyssop branch I paint
I paint the Lamb’s sacrificial blood over each and every entry way
Every doorpost and every window
Upon each and every inch of my yard too…
Every single blade of grass
Every inch of my property is now covered with the blood of my Savior
Rebuking and casting and sweeping the demons from my home
Systematically one window and door at a time
Deliverance! I speak deliverance from demons within my dwelling!
Never to return, I cast them into the pits of hell
My home is now free
My home is delivered
Demons are fleeing left and right
Even through the highest window…
Deliverance is mine and for each and every member of my household
All claimed by my Lord and Savior Yeshua!
Gwendolen Rix
8-19-14
I dedicate this poem to Susan Davis for her beautiful testimony Sunday
morning at the End Time’s Prophecy Conference in Indianapolis, Indiana
compassion felt in my chest,
in my abdominals,
in my mind…it hurts
i cannot speak
of such atrocity
as I have heard about
i feel sick
what inhuman entity
would do such things
no human
could
one would have to be
possessed
by the devil
do you follow such creatures?
do they inhabit you too?
scrub yourself with hyssop
tongs to your tongue with heaven’s burning coal
the tongue is out of control…the final fruit
is self-control…line up the tongue
with God’s Holy Spirit
speak life…be whole
LORD I WANNA BE WHOLE MAKE ME OVER
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Be whole cleanse me white as snow…
Lord I am unworthy, dirty by my choices
Lord I am dirty by my world
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Lord have mercy blot out y transgressions
I want to do your verdict I’m on your mission
Wash me wash me, thoroughly from my iniquity
Cleanse me from my daily sins
Make me ever so whole again
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
For you are holy and I praise you your name on high
I adorn you for I want to be your child
Against you God and only you Lord have I sinned
And it’s you Lord only you whom I need
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
I’m blessed, Lord give me rest forgive my future now and past transgress
Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
09/29/10
Inspired from Ps 18:38,39,40
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010
In it i found peace: The Book of Psalm
Have mercy on me,
Oh God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions.
Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Surely you desire truth in the inner parts;
you teach me wisdom in the inmost place. Create in me a pure heart,
Oh God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me,
and I will be whiter than snow
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit,
to sustain me.
In you
,oh God,
I found peace
- Romeo Lekhalo
Silk stocking filled with mud was Talleyrand.
With the future of France held in his hand,
He played kibitzer-informed cards with skill,
Maneuvering a Congress to his will.
There once was a Marquis named Talleyrand,
Who loved ladies and a fine sarabande
Smarts from ladies gained as a teen
Helped him escape the guillotine,
Surviving four regimes as he had planned.
Vested in priestly garb this backslidden Bishop
Chose diplomacy over baptism and hyssop.
Though Talleyrand walked with congenital limp,
He was never known as a diplomatic wimp.
My Love, Jesus
Your skin glows crimson hyssop, blossoms flourish as rose the hopes of spring;
My yearning heart rises your harp as a voice that leaps liken sheep;
At the whisper of your name, Jesus;
The evening ascends in on a great doves wing(My love Jesus);
I am calmed by your robe that I carry to the twilight tree beams held next;
To my hands arms and branches limbs(My love Jesus);
I am filled with the hope that I may dry your tears of water;
As my feet falls from my sandals, it reminds me of you a singer;
In the hushed, I listen for the last joyish praise of the spring;(My love Jesus)
My heated arms leaps to my toting sac, await I crystal moonlight for Christ;
Angels and men we maybe singing as one, arm to arm, in search of the glorious purple and spiritual Heaven of love (My love Jesus);
I shall sing unto you my love, Jesus(My love Jesus);
My love Jesus, Jesus you are my love(My love Jesus);
5/1/19
For May 2019 Premier 1 Any Theme, Any Form,
Up to A Max Of 14 (F O R T E E N ) Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A Nation's Soul Bleeds
By: Tom Wright
11/7/01
Neath her fury,
was a soul cloaked in temporary jubilation.
'Mongst minds eye, came notions of revenge.
Whilst chill of night haunts her soul,
days are spent parting cobwebs, trying to validate life.
She envisions life as no more
than hyssop colored grass yielding liquid prisms.
Whilst pondering her haunting mystery
there came an inversion of herself,
ascending a timeless rope, into an abysmal pit.
The domain of nocturnal nations
whose spirits are in states of distress,
and there shall be gnashing of teeth.