Best Israelites Poems
Remember
Israel of three thousand years
expulsed at times
enslaved by the Romans
gassed by Europe
persecuted by Saudi-Arabia
murdered by Iran and Iraq
shackled by Egypt
attacked by Jordan
robbed by Syria
sold out by the UK
bombed by the IRA
slandered with spit by Turkish terrorists
sent to the Siberian gulags in Russia
comrades they are not
evicted from many many lands
Battles house by house
street by street
once friendly neighbors
each calling the other traitor
a bloody war where no side
would retreat
by prophecy they won
Wrestling God
the twelve tribes returned
to the land of the Israelites
to their promised land
from sand they made gardens
from the desert they grew grapes
where terror reigns they
made an oasis
Anti Zionism still slithers
belly dancers selling their deceptions
naked harlots forever spew latent hate
evil men whisper, dead jew, dead jew
sadly, uneducated views saturate
seductively selling their false peace
like a woman's second hand virginity
They only hate, and dream of blood
if only, if only we had another flood
Noah would leave them all at shore
harlots, by any other name are simply
the devils horses
Israel was
Israel is
Israel shall forever be
the Middle East's democracy
and graciously
the custodian of all of us
a religious trinity
Gods chosen
their glorious capital
Jerusalem!
It took the Israelites forty years
to finally reach the promised land.
I could well take double that time
till my long journey comes to an end.
Having trekked for endless nights and days,
faced many storms and hurdles on the way,
I would at last come to my destination.
Stopping at the bank of the river of fire,
an angel guides me, ferrying me across
to the other side, where resolutely
I walk through a shroud of thick mist.
Then, to the sound of heavenly song,
I step into the realm of Elysian Fields.
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A ‘Cross’ themed contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2nd
Awarded POTD ~ 1st March 2019
© 27th February 2019
As the December portion of life's treacherous journey arrives,
We tend to contemplate things that have happened in our lives.
Strange that we can recall events that occurred fifty years ago,
But now can't remember what day it is, adding to our woe!
Writing notes to ourselves regarding things that must be done,
We forget where we put them, leaving many things undone!
Tying a string around the finger to remind us of our obligations,
We wonder what it is doing there, adding to our frustrations!
Where the car was left in the parking lot is anybody's guess.
To find it is akin to the Israelites wandering the wilderness!
We misplace the house and car keys, causing panic untold,
But that's just another cross we must bear for growing old!
Going to another room to do something, our steps we retrace,
Having forgotten what we went there for in the first place!
Running amok searching for lost glasses causes us much dread.
Usually they can be found perched upon the crown of our head!
Those dreaded senior moments are part of growing old I suppose,
But if I may, here is something that I would like to propose:
Well, I declare! I forgot what it was I was going to say!
Maybe I'll think of it later to suggest another day!
Why do birds have wings,
Did you ever watch them fly?
Gracefully they fill the air,
Beauty in the sky.
Why do puppies wag their tail,
Their happiness so pure?
The little squeeks and special sounds,
Steal your heart for sure.
Why do trees have leaves,
Their branches reaching far?
Their start in life a tiny seed,
Their growth wonder and awe.
Why does the sun rise in the East,
Brighten our life each day?
It then sets in the West,
When it is time to go away.
Why do flowers only bloom,
For a little while?
We enjoy their beauty,
They soon go out of style.
Why is there a rainbow,
Whose colors have no end?
Why is it not straight,
Instead of in a bend?
Moses brought the Israelites,
Out of Egypt's land.
How did they get there anyway,
We do not understand.
Thomas, do you believe,
Because you see and feel?
Bless those who accept the Son,
For it is God's Will.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Listen you poor, puny, proud black child
Standing on street corners and living in poverty.
Listen you educated, sophisticated woman and man
Seeking prosperity in this American society.
Don’t you know: Chains set us free?
Listen to this black sister’s voice
People of color everywhere.
It’s time you realized, our release from oppression
Came only through the power of prayer.
From Africa our strong-willed ancestors
Brought rhythm, song and dance.
Such gifts lifted wounded spirits
And despite heavy burdens, they sought to advance.
In bondage slaves cried out to God
Just like the Israelites did in Egypt long ago.
The heavier the chains, the more fervent the prayers
Till finally God commanded, “Let My people go!”
Don’t you know: Chains set us free?
Slave ships delivered chained bodies
Of a people who were born free
Growing from belief in native religions
to belief in Jesus
They obeyed the LORD who urged,
“Come unto me.”
“Repent black child, come back to me,”
Is Jesus, the Savior’s cry,
“I am the Lord and I change not,
On me you can still rely.
“Call to me and I will answer you,
And set you free once more.
Trust me, wait patiently, and remember,
From bondage to freedom, I, Alone, Am the Door.”
You must never forget black child: Chains set us free.
FLEEING IRMA
spotlight moon, full, like an Old Testament cloud, leading
Floridians forth, not into the desert, but away from the wrath
of Irma. bumper to bumper, neighbors from pilot to caboose,
illuminated in each other’s flood beams. testiness and pride
put aside, as fleeing cars, in camaraderie, brave the calm
before the storm. like the Israelites, they leave behind the
homes they know, put themselves in the hands of God. many
have family and friends north of their beloved peninsula,
an unintended visit, a warm haven, not a picnic nor a vacation,
but each pulls themselves up, for our Southern neighbors
are not of the craven sort. those who choose to live near the sea,
with its beauty and fortitude, know how to batten down the hatches.
hammocks left behind will tangle, and hug palm trees, suffering
the loss of their occupants. hotels, with never ending vacationers,
takes a much needed rest. God believes in rest, sometimes
a seven year sabbath, even when the soul forgets its place. we
pray, even north of the path, in stillness, we must, in gratitude,
never taking for granted, lest we too find ourselves seeking solace
elsewhere. godspeed our tanned Peninsula friends. godspeed
and bless, with safety, tenacity, and love as we reel you in.
9/8/2017
3,334 years ago tomorrow
the Israelites crossed the Sea
If they had all drowned instead
today I wouldn’t be me…
The Sea split in half, all the books say
and so did water in every bath
from Lebanon to Babylonaey
So, throughout the ancient world people heard the news
of the good fortune that landed at the feet of the Jews…
But God wouldn’t let the angels celebrate
‘The Egyptians are drowning, don’t jubilate’
So why is Moses singing, the angels asked then ~
A dime in the jukebox bought a lot of 45s way back when
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Note: All this stuff actually happened, except I'm not so sure
if dimes worked in early jukeboxes... Gotta google that.
This Sabbath, we read about the Tabernacle
and the avoidance of a great debacle
Seems the Israelites donated so much stuff
Moses told them, 'That's enough!'
In fact, much gold and silver were left over
fine silk, and animal skins, moreover
Yet each donation was still put to good use
and the craftsmen a fine Tabernacle produced
With this ends the Book of Exodus
to teach this lesson to each of us
God values every contribution, large or small
~ Take away just one, there'd be no Tabernacle at all
I HEARD THEY THOUGHT THEMSELVES CIVILIZED
Each grain of gorged sand
civilized people —
themselves owned; owned land.
meanwhile the steeple
looked down at the band
of loquacious stock.
each thought themselves well
in front of the rock.
Ozymandias’ plaque —
bleak headstone of hell!
Cain’s ark had a crack —
offed sand of red sea.
Cornerstone cuts back
the billows — sets free.
7/28/2020
Ozymandias was written by Percy Bysshe Shelley. Here is a couple verses:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
The bible speaks of Jesus:
On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written:
King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Revelation 19:16 NIV
This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.”
Acts 4:11-12 ESV
In Exodus 14 verses 21-22
Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and all that night the Lord drove the sea back with a strong east wind and turned it into dry land. The waters were divided, and the Israelites went through the sea on dry ground, with a wall of water on the right and other left.
The building of God's holy spirit to dwell
Is not found by the works of mans hand
As the tower of Babel when confusion
Was handed over to the depraved intentions
Still in these days how many seek God
In the beauty of buildings deception
When God's true presence might be left outside
For those which are seeking in pureness
The true God will show up within you
To destroy all that mankind has instilled
With Jesus laying a new foundation
The true carpenter who gives eternal blueprints
No charge but freely given with love and joy
That God's promised spirit might find dwelling
To reveal the true place of worship
The beauty not made by hands of mankind
But through the Spirit and Truth
Manifesting one into a new spiritual living being
Surrounding one in the presence of God
That the true beauty of God's creation
Is within one before walking into a building
Love and much prayers for any seeking true worship
For everyone has access to same spirit
Go and tell my servant David, ‘This is what the Lord says: Are you the one to build me a house to dwell in? I have not dwelt in a house from the day I brought the Israelites up out of Egypt to this day. I have been moving from place to place with a tent as my dwelling. Wherever I have moved with all the Israelites, did I ever say to any of their rulers whom I commanded to shepherd my people Israel, “Why have you not built me a house of cedar?” ’
2 Samuel 7:5?-?7 NIV
“However, the Most High does not live in houses made by human hands. As the prophet says: “ ‘Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house will you build for me? says the Lord. Or where will my resting place be? Has not my hand made all these things?’
Acts 7:48?-?50 NIV
For we are co-workers in God’s service; you are God’s field, God’s building. By the grace God has given me, I laid a foundation as a wise builder, and someone else is building on it. But each one should build with care. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in your midst?
1 Corinthians 3:9?-?11?, ?16 NIV
Crossing of the Red Sea
Moses raised his rod,
As God told Him to do.
The Red Sea suddenly parted
For the children of Israel to walk through.
The great walls of water
Stayed on either side by God’s power,
Until all His people crossed
Then the waters began to lower.
Pharaoh’s army followed them
Into the sea so deep.
So when the waters lowered
Many a widow did weep.
All drowned by God’s power
Not a trace to be found.
The Israelites praised God;
The desert echoed the sound.
The crossing of the Red Sea—
A type of water baptism.
For the chosen of God
Were shown great favoritism.
Saved from the Passover
And then the Red Sea depths,
How could they turn to idols—
God loved them at such lengths?
Maybe we’re no different,
Often take God for granted
Accept His daily miracles
No eternal life coveted.
Remember the Red Sea crossing—
God’s care for His wayward children.
Ask for His forgiveness
Graciously accept His loving pardon.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2011
www.maureenlefanue.com
The coat of many colors
Was a story I was told
About a young boy named Joseph
Who for jealousy was sold
Into slavery by his brothers
And brought to a distant land
Where pyramids and idols stood
In a land of palms and sand
The years he spent were lonely ones
Away from Jacob’s tent
Not knowing it was in God’s plan
To Egypt he be sent
To save the whole world from a drought
And the famine that would be
And bring his family to the land
To fulfill the prophecy
Four hundred years the Israelites
Would serve on Egyptian soil
Until a man named Moses came
And freed them from their toil
Because of a coat of many colors
That Jacob gave his son
The freedom of God’s people
By faith was finally won
Now you may think that this tale
Ended thousands of years ago
But here’s one thing that I think
That all of you should know
You never know the purposes
God has in each our lives
He doesn’t tell us everything
And many things he hides
Until we go through the trial
We only see in part
When coming out the other side
It’s then we see God’s heart.
Time has been that slavery was a common practice
War lords take over a nation then use the people for slaves
This went on in Israel, Egypt, China, and numerous other places.
We have heard of Pharoh of Egypt and Moses
Moses said to Pharoh one day, the God of Israel says "Let my people go!"
Pharoh thought these slave people are needed around here, free labor.
Pharoh said no I won't let you go.
God of Israel sent 10 plagues on the Egyptian people all the way into Pharoh's palace.
Their water was changed into blood. Plagues of gnats, flies, locust, frogs, boils, cattle died,
darkness in day time, and the last day the firstborn child died, then Pharoh let them go.
He still had not learned his lesson and he took his army out after the Israelites and then him and
his army was drowned in the river.
One hard hearted and headed man, met his doom.
Exodus the Holy Bible.
still needs work....
As the sun smiled and fadeth behind the clouds
The yawning earth uncloak her beauty to the moon
Halfway through the night, a clock strikes ‘12’ too soon
Virgins carried a lamp and a vessel of oil
Eagerly waiting for the groom’s appearance
Abounding in devotion, patience and perseverance
Virgins grew weary and fell asleep, at midnight a cry was made
“Behold the Bridegroom cometh”
Here He comes and there the band of virgins goeth
Virgins begin to trim their lamp
But five neglected to watch and to pray
They never anticipated so long a delay
“Oh no! Our wasting lamps is dying out by day
Please give us of thy oil!
Please spare us a little of thy toil!”
“No! We have no oil to spare
Lest our lamps burn with dim flame
The groom is come already, lest He vent blame”
The unwise virgins were shut outside the banquet hall
They were left anguishing in gross darkness
In a night of eternal and unredeemed blackness
Both parties were taken unaware
But one was prepared for emergency
As their lamps continually glow with fervency
We have come to the last time
Let your lamps burn and not quenched
And be not a passive warmer on thy church-bench
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Command the Israelites to bring pure, pressed olive oil to you for the lamp, to keep a light burning constantly.-Leviticus 24:2
Stretched Out His Arms
Eve grieved; she decided to take heed and believed
Adam and Eve expelled from paradise, stand on land to succumb the elements
To arrange life and gave us roots to change
Then Noah put his faith in Alpha and Omega
The God of the Israelites, his name being awed and revealed to Moses
Jesus amazing love for us on an image being a dove
He stretched out his arms and died, is etched forever in time on the cross
To bestow on us, his love and to follow his word
All Powerful wants his beloved children to be equal and in his Image
By: Eve Roper
2/6/2015