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Premium Member Oh Jerusalem

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!

The I Am Apocalpse

I did behold the vision
one like a daughter of man
singing before the armies of heaven

I did hear what the seven thunders said
said they put on your war robe LORD and go
then go and cleanse the earth with your sword








Lewis Nyaga
Form: Prose

Religion: Hitting Yourself Over the Head With a Hammer

Christianity: “hitting yourself over the head with a hammer so that when you stop it feels so good.”

Judaism: “hitting yourself over the head with a hammer because you are a chosen one.”

Muslim: “It feels good hitting other people over the head with a hammer.”

Hinduism: “Watching everyone else hitting themselves and others with hammers and finding it amusing.”

Sikhism: “Letting the Guru hit you over the head with a hammer so that when he stops it feels so good.”

Confucianism: “Hitting yourself and your family members over the head with a hammer, in a highly refined manner, for the sake of the community.”

Theravada Buddhism: “There is no one to do the hitting, no hammer, no people to hit and it feels horrible.”

Mahayana Buddhism: “Telling other people that there is no one to do the hitting, no hammer, no people to hit and it feels horrible.”

Vajrayana Buddhism: “There is no one to do the hitting, no hammer, no people to hit and it feels fantastic.”

Jainism: “Please stop hurting all the poor hammers!”

Rastafarian: “Let’s make a hammer shaped spliff! “

Daoism: “Hitting yourself over the head with hammer without hitting yourself over the head with a hammer.”

Masonic: “Let’s sell all these stupid people hammers.”
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Premium Member Religio Illicita

Misguided forces in our world
seek to reinstate Nero's declaration 
in 64 AD, branding Christianity 
an illegal religion,

not simply to announce it as truth, 
but to make all people everywhere 
believe it- and act on that belief.

Even in our nation, it's working! 
We Christians help push the wagon 
with our narrow, misguided emphasis 
on "Separation of Church & State."

In our effort to keep the Government 
out of the church, we've unwittingly 
brought it in. Government regulation 
is now at ridiculous extremes.

Our children cannot pray in public, 
bibles are banned. God's name is stricken
from songs, prayers, coins. Mustn't pray 
in Jesus' name, this might be offensive.

Christians are despised, persecuted, 
just as prophesied in Nero's day.  
Because America is known as a Christian 
nation, our country is hated, our people 
slaughtered- just as they were in 64 A.D.

*Illegal Religion
© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.

Searching For Truth

So many different religions so I’ll just name a few,
Are you a Christian, Muslim, Hindu or Jew?
Catholic, Buddhist or converted to something new?
Or maybe you like to practice Haitian Vodou.
Have you lost faith or did you ever believe?
Is there any truth to Adam and Eve?
Don't get offended I’m just analysing this,
What about the last supper and Judas kiss?
Have you seen Allah? Did you speak to him?
Did he tell you not to wear pigskin?
Do believe in karma? What does your future hold?
Have you done good deeds, will you receive gold?
When you return will you be a dog or a cow?
Or a little black cat that just says meow?
I respect all religions but I refuse to follow,
Stories full of loopholes makes it too hard to swallow.
Does heaven exist or is there another twist?
On judgement day will you make the list?
Do the murderers and war criminals really go to hell?
No one knows for sure so don't believe everything they tell.
Make you own mind up, think for yourself,
You can read that book or leave it on the shelf.
I'm not satanic or a religious fanatic,
But some tales just seem over-dramatic.
You have a choice of who you want to rejoice,
You have a mouth, you have a voice.
At the end of the day everyone goes,
Where we end up, nobody knows.
© Wes Martin  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The New Preacher

The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I talking to you? 
Are you answering? 
Yes… Yes… You are!

I see that now. 
I did not know I could do all that you have asked. 
I put my feet upon the path, yet the movement forward…
was torturous and slow, alarming and fearful, 
for myself and my family. 
How can I be responsible for others? 
For so many? 
The load…

What will be expected of me?
How far short will I fall of your need?
I pray. “Carry me.” 
Bear all that you have given me. 
The burden, the joy, the gift the delight…
Speak your words, not mine, 
Use me for all ends, that You have means of…
I serve. 
I humbly serve. 
I gratefully kneel. 

Yet…
I can not speak. 
Speak for me. 
Speak your words from my mouth, 
that I may know to my soul, all I say…
is from You.
is true.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative


We Have But One God

What do you say
when you kneel to pray
Is it for Health or Wealth
The Nation's Good
or merely for a scrap of food
I suppose it depends
on whether you are ill or poor
Concerned or just hungry

Any one of these
would guide your words
You'd hope that someone heard
your pleas to ease the pain
For worldly gain
For Peace on Earth
Or is it rebirth
that you seek
In a world of the meek.

Do you take off your shoes
Do you cover your head
Do you pray for the living
and bless the dead
Do you do it in Church
Do you go to a Mosque
Do you sit on your bed
Clasp your hands, bow your head

Do you sing,
Do you shout
What is it about
This profession of good
This praying for food
for starving nations
The lighting of candles
for dead relations

I find it quite odd
That we have but one God
Yet we cannot pray together.

My Thirty Cents Worth

The concept of time is an elusive dream
The concept of thought in time more elusive
Since i overcame the space time constraints
And followed a path ordained from the start

      ..Paid they thirty cents of coins to the betrayer
          Thirty cents and my Savior was uplifted
       Hanging on that cross moving time eternity..

That Rabbi sacrifice changed everything 
And Silas once more was able live again
Silas once more was able to abide by time

.             ...I will call you my servant Silas
                I will subdue nations before you
                  I will loose the amour of kings
                So that gates will not be be shut
                       I will go before you...

They paid thirty cents and Rabbi the Elect of God
Picked up that rugged cross and bore the burden
Oh RABBI there on that cross time stood still..
As atonement was made for past, future and present

        ....As the throne of mercy was revealed and the elect
               Gained entry.. Hard was my lot when i lived
                           By the tents of Kedar...

Taking another route
As the Lord had granted him
Means and ends to all paths
And to be a guidance to they
Who lack not in patience

                         Moving through the eastern gate pass
                             Taking the very path of dawn 
                       Arriving traveler at the throne of mercy
                       Thirty cents of coins paid and my master 
                            Breathed his last saying its over
Form: Narrative

The Greatest Jewish Man

Jesus Christ was the greatest Jewish man who has been on the Earth.
The world became a far greater place on the day of his birth.
When Jesus was nailed to the cross, he died for people's sins.
He's in Heaven with his father now but we will see him again.
The Jewish people have been persecuted and that's a disgrace.
Jesus is wonderful and he'll be the savior of the Human Race.
Form: Rhyme

Jesus Was a Jew

Regardless of what the Liberal Media says
JESUS WAS A JEW

What has happened to religion,
That the media hates it so?
They look for fault in believers,
They tell us how to go.

They cast doubt on the faith,
Of Americans near and far.
They have assumed the authority,
To raise the holy bar.

They call us religious fanatics,
Holy wackos and such.
They claim we worship a false God,
That we are out of touch.

They twist the Holy Scriptures,
To their "enlightened" point of view.
What we have believed for 2000 years,
Is not the thing to do.

Love homosexuals and Lesbians,
Adults who abuse a child.
Even those who violate animals,
If not then you are wild.

They claim Jesus was a Muslim,
Though that faith was not around.
When the Son of our Heavenly Father,
Walked this Holy Ground.

If the scriptures are not enough,
To convince these evil souls.
Let science show what happened,
It proves all that was told.

If they want to doubt my Jesus,
Then join us for the ride.
Jesus was a Jew,
If only on His Mother's side.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN

Premium Member Jonah's Calling

Jonah's Calling

A vision of Jonah I did not see,
Nor did I hear the Lord speak
(Who pitied the wicked city of Nineveh)
When He said to His servant, Jonah,
“Arise and go to Nineveh for me.”
“Set me free!” Jonah cried,
And said to himself,
“They are but strangers to me.”
And the Lord heard Jonah’s heart,
And turned.

In shame, Jonah ran away
To Tarshish, where he boarded a ship,
That got caught in a tempest.
And lots were drawn,
And Jonah was thrown overboard
And was swallowed by a huge fish
(Jonah prayed, and the Lord hearkened to him.)
Who, after three days, vomited him onto dry land.

And the Lord spoke to Jonah a second time,
“Arise and go to Nineveh for me.”
This time Jonah obeyed
And the Lord’s anger was abated
Because, the debaucherous city of Nineveh
Repented.
However, Jonah was jealous
Of the Lord’s compassion for Nineveh
And sulked under the shade of a tree.
“It is so cool under the gourd,” thought Jonah,
“Why should I leave? Where is my love?”

Then, a worm ate the plant.
Causing Jonah to suffer from the heat,
Who then turned and cursed the Lord.
And the Lord spake to Jonah a third time,
“And yet, you did not plant the gourd,
Nor did you tend to it.
You know not hence it lives
And canst not say when it shall die.
Shall I not have compassion for the people of Nineveh
Who cannot tell their left hand from their right?
Doest thou well, to be angry with me?”

And I remembered, written in the Book of Isaiah, 1:18;
Of the Lord’s abounding love and patience.
“Come now, and let us reason together,” saith the Lord:
“Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow;
Though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”
                                     ***

References:
Book of Jonah (Old Testament)
Isaiah 1:18 (KJV)
Form: Verse

Minha Alma Chora Ao Ver O Mundo

MINHA ALMA CHORA AO VER O MUNDO
* Jc Pereira
Olho o mundo,
Minha alma chora,
Um ***** futuro,
É  mostra, o que se espera?

Nossas crianças morrendo,
Chuvas de bombas derramadas,
Quer na Síria, Gaza ou Líbano,
Elas são chacinadas.

A mulher desvalorizada,
sofre  estupro,
Violentada, empoderada,
Dela fazem apenas uso.

O idoso vai para asilo,
Nem os  filhos os quer,
É mantido preso,
Em abrigos relés,

Sob a violência jaz o mundo,
A Igreja se perdeu,
Religião virou comercio,
Objeto de Fariseu.

Olho o mundo e choro,
A hipocrisia reina,
O rico cada vez  mais rico,
O pobre jogado na arena.

Tal como na Roma antiga,
No Coliseu da Injustiça Social,
O rico se delicia na arquibancada,
Oprimindo o pobre, um ser banal.

Olho o mundo e choro,
Não vejo solução,
Resposta não encontro,
Para este mundo cão.

O político se corrompe,
Age em causa própria,
Esquece o pobre,
O dinheiro é sua gloria.

Mundo ingrato e cruel,
Se Jesus voltar hoje,
Vão lhe dar vinagre e fel,
Pois o homem, não o conhece.

Crucificarão Jesus novamente,
De forma mais cruel,
O homem perdeu o norte,
O mundo é Torre de Babel

Jose Carlos Pereira  
O autor, Dhc. Dr. Jose Carlos Pereira PHD, é doutor em Filosofia, PHD em Teologia, Doutor em Comunicação, Capelão, Bispo, Pastor, Teólogo, Filosofo, Embaixador da Paz, Comendador Ordem do Mérito Teológico Cientifico, Medalha Mandela para a Paz Mundial, Medalha Cecília Meirelles, Medalha Castro Alves, Medalha Santo Agostinho, entre outras e mais de uma centena de Comenda recebidas, pelo seu ativismo pela paz e a educação inclusiva e na elaboração de Projetos Sociais visando o bem da humanidade.

O Autor é UN Volunter, Signatário do Pacto Global das Nações Unidas, e Membro consultivo do UN Ecosoc/Esango.

É Jornalista, Fundador e Presidente do Franco da Rocha News e do Instituto Educando Para a Paz.

Everyone Shall Be Salted With Fire - Mark 9:49

I
As I re-read Mark - along with an online church Bible study about 1,000 km away - I share my surprise at what I missed on previous readings. The above verse, Mk 9:49 says, "For everyone shall be salted with fire, and every sacrifice shall be salted with salt." No pastor in South Africa, or in the USA (or in brief visits to UK, Canada, the Caribbean) explained this verse. What does it mean? I really will fumble .... so Christians out there may help me, please.

II
As a pastor myself, I share with audiences that a verse that is difficult to exegete and interpret, might be placed in its larger contexts. These are at least four (4): the pericope or scene; the chapter overall, the book (here, Mark), and the BIBLE as a whole with its core message (Creation - Fall- Restoration).

The other verse that helps elucidate these difficult words we hear in Mk 9:49, is the preceding one that says: "If thy eye offend thee, pluck it out. It is better for you to enter the Kingdom of heaven with one eye, than having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire ...." This context suggests Jesus is quick to save us, but our lives must obey His lofty standards. In other words, we cannot say with our mouths, I have sinned and need to be washed clean, & go on with the same habits that the church has preached against for 2000 years.

In the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew's Gospel), Jesus tells the crowds and His disciples to be both "Salt and Light in the world." That verse & its interpretation may help us meditate on Mark 9:49.
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

Live and Let Live

We are Muslims, 
we are Christians,
Jews and Hindus too;
Same blood runs in veins,
Made of same flesh and bone;
Same emotions,
Same love we feel;
God or Allah is same sense,
Word used differently,
In different worlds;
God Created humans 
to live side by side;

Inscriptions say,
"Surrender to me,
And follow pathway I draw";
"Live for others,
Die for others,
And Feed the needy,
Live and let live";

Where have we lost;
Mistook guidelines,
Of God or Allah;
Reading and memorising,
Spiritual verses,
Two and five times,
Becomes the sign of excellence;
No text reading or worship,
Is worth,
Without bringing them,
Into own life;

Have we lost as human,
Defeated humanity,
For selfish avarice;
Purpose of spirituality,
Is only one,
"Live and let live"

© sadashivan nair

Premium Member The Sword of Islam

In the deserts of Arabia, Medina had many Hebrews
And Khaybar Oasis was full of farms run by Jews.
To this day Muslims shout Khaybar, defeating Jews hits a chord
Because Mohammed took both places by the power of the sword

After his death Muslim armies took more
Palestine, Syria, Turkey, and that just opened the door
Then they took parts of Persia and Central Asia, these fearsome men
It's hard to believe Egypt and North Africa were Christian back then

Muslims on a roll took Morocco, Algeria and Spain
They did this for the sake of Allah, not for monetary gain
They conquered much of the subcontinent, was it genocide?
Hindus, Sikhs, and Buddhists claim that millions died.

Today, Jihadists wage war from Nigeria to Mozambique
Islam is on the rise, other religions seem quite weak
You don't hear your local church crying for African dead
Their priorities are more parochial, even progressive instead.

Islam also spreads in peaceful ways, I don't want to deceive
Traders have spread the message of the prophet whom they believe
But what strikes me is that Muslims whose ancestors may have been Christians or Jews
When polled today, express missionary views.

It interesting too to see Islam collide with Chinese rule
The Uighurs are being digested; the process very cruel
Nonetheless, Iran and Pakistan all want China's aid
At least for now they're willing to make that moral trade.

History is often made by the tip of the spear
A minority of extremists can maintain and spread the fear
The Koran does say there is no compulsion in belief
But in practice, that Arabian gazelle has teeth.

Even here in the West, if you draw a blasphemous cartoon
Never mind paper freedoms, your end is likely soon.
Form: Lyric

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