Best Lowliness Poems
braising thoughts arose as my lifeless
body huddled in a fetal position i' d completed
thirty hail mary's an yet my macerated flesh
lay still as the sun began
to settle embedding itself almost oh how vain i was
thinking merely of beauty
my beauty taken in an instant on impact
how selfish i was addressing the father how dare you
why this isn't living an yet you promised
i shall die and live i doted on you believing every word
like a faithful child twitching kicking the paramedics
oh what a bad patient scolding the rescue workers
for saving my retched life
do they not see the father in view are they blinded
by the light the sullen hue
that consumed my being torn flesh from my face
ah in my lowliness my wisdom edified
as st anthony strolls by in a distant glare mending me
this sereme endeavor captured
my solace for peace although there was no peace
in my living i'd wandered deeply from earthly realms
a gentle peace in my dying bestowed me
i glanced at the road that swallowed me whole
leaving no sign of life it was then st theresa whispered
you are his child quickly i responded
oh no ma'am i'm not with child thinking only of my figure
she smiled a warm glow and whispered yet again
you are his child she gestured to another woman
st cicelia quite childlike to my eyes
she chanted you are woman you are child
do you understand i responded amidst my sufferage
for the sake of his sorrowful passion
i over stand his divine mercy
Evening fast was falling
As Peter, James and John
Accompanied their Savior
Sense of weariness forgone
As they climbed a path on the mountain
That led them to the place
Where a manifestation of His divinity
Left its illuminating trace
While Jesus bowed in lowliness
Upon the stony ground
Suddenly, the heavens opened
God’s glory was all around
His holy radiance descended
Enshrouding Jesus’ slight form
Divinity flashed through humanity
His Godlike countenance was born
Besides Jesus appeared two beings
Standing in the light of glory bright
The outlines of Moses and Elijah
Seen so clearly in the night
Clothed with the light of heaven
Christ, the King of Heaven stood
Before the crown, must come the cross
Followed by the role, Priesthood.
© Copyright Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012
The Bohemian Grove
There is a place in San Francisco called the Bohemian Grove. It’s a boy’s club you might say. But when is the last time you saw boys offer sacrifices to Lucifer and burn bodies at the stake in honor of their loyalty to him? And when is the last time you saw a bunch of boys planning out who will run for president and for governors and then throw the elections later in their favor? This is subversion of the powers of government. This is undermining the true process of our democracy. I wonder what the American people think about people who do such vile and lewd things? I say to hell with their owl and their altar to Satan. And to hell with all the parties that they throw in honor of their king of hell. When will the children of God take a stand against this immorality? When will we wise up like their wise old owl? The Bohemian Grove is a self-serving cesspool of the vomitus of Satan. The Lord will destroy this encampment and with his mighty right righteous hand bring it to a crumbling halt!
Many of the past presidents sat around tables at this so-called club and drew cards as to who would be the next president. They would get drunk on their own power and on the power of the dragon from the bowels of hell. They had orgies and got so drunk that only the Creator knew of the lowliness of their immorality. Each person that was sacrificed upon this property had their bones buried there. Each person upon this property that was offered as a sex slave unto Lucifer’s minions was ushered to heaven as their lives were taken from them. The Lord’s compassion runs very deep for those who are oppressed and tortured for the antics of the dragon and his minions. Our God rules from a Mercy Seat and as he sits upon his Mercy Seat he delves out the most amazing mercy to those who truly need it.
The Bohemian Grove Boy’s club is really no club at all. It is the organized crime center of Satan! It’s just that simple!
Gwendolen Rix
2-15-15
From loftiness one becomes lowly
. and from lowliness one becomes lofty.
Consider the highest of the peaks;
. it has nothing but rocks and snow only.
Consider the lowest of the plains;
. it is filled with every kind of life.
Consider the biggest of the behemoths;
. the thoughts of its mind are all about
. food alone.
Consider the the smallest of the mammals;
. it can be shrewder than any creature.
Consider the tallest of the trees;
. it is the first thing that a lightning
. strikes.
Consider the shortest of the shrubs;
. no fiercest northern wind can uproot it.
Consider the heaviest of the clouds;
. it is the soonest water to fall.
Consider the slightest of the vapors;
. it shall continue its rise.
Consider the mature palm branch;
. it is brought down by its heaviness.
Consider the new and fresh leaf;
. its lightness lifts it up.
Consider the size of the elephant;
. by it, this animal would be the first
. a hunter notices.
Consider the smallness of the ant;
. with it, only a few is interested
. with it as a food.
Consider the fruits on the trees;
. most of them are useless when they fall.
Consider the crops on the ground;
. they are more useful where they are.
Still, consider the large watermelon;
. its stem cannot lift it up.
Then, consider the plum on its tree;
. its weight raises it high.
Consider the mass of the rock;
. it falls straightly to the ground.
Consider the lightness of the feather;
. it settles down gently.
And consider the top of earth;
. it is made up by mud and dirt.
Consider the bottom of the ground;
. gold and precious stones are found in it.
For the Great I AM has more grace
. for the humble than the proud;
. pay attention, you lofty ones,
. for there is wisdom in meekness!
Why does my heart go on weeping
Why my eyes bare these tears…
Why must I still feel so lonely?
Even in a crowd..
full of laughter and cheer
Yet.. I still feel so out of place..
and in such despair
Still am in wonder…
For these moments
Within this life-time here
loneliness goes on for years…
Why does my heart go on wondering
Wonder what if ..
this could be..
The moment I have been awaiting for all my life
The one whom fills-up my dreams
Wondering when my time shall come
That my Prince shall ride like the wind
He will come and sweep me off my feet
And dance the dance with me…
Beholding Love without end…
Why yet.. still in my heart
Beholds shadows of such lowliness
and times Emptiness grows..
soon in time.. knowing
my life here shall come to an end
As deep inside my heart awaits
beholding Love awaiting for the Pearly gates
Where there be such Glorious Happiness
Love Forever in Time Showing..
as I will be eternally born-again….
Into Our Heavenly Father’s Glory..
Beholding Jesus Christ
Undying Love without end..
First
show love,
in spite of
feelings. Express
consideration
for others, just
as Christ did
for us
first.
Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.
Phillipians 2:3 KJV
6/29/2021
Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Marauding herdsmen, simple
in disposition,
but yet
sophisticatedly armed
straddling an AK47 as
the rod of a stockman.
The simple farmers, genial
in disposition garnished
with infectious courtesies
straddling simple tools.
It's a fight to the slaughter
not of cows so sacred
but
Of grazing rights and farmlands
Of pastures and food crops
Of the North and the South.
The sacredness of the herdsmen
and cattle.
The lowliness of the farmlands,
life
at its lowest ebb.
Impunity!, impunity!! where the
rule of law reigns supreme.
The herdsman as sacred as
Buddha.
But the farmer as droppings on
a dunghill;
to be trampled upon.
Blood and dust a mix with
derision.
Blue blood runs in the
herdsman's veins
The herdsmen reign supreme in
Nigeria.
The Almighty’s love*
sublime, gloriously divine
awesomely magnificent
overlooked my human nature's defiled stature
to re-create me --- to be His peculiar child.
God’s love, so wondrous
redeeming transgressors from sin’s wages
assures me peaceful bliss, heavenly indeed
when I accepted His offered pardon
that ransomed my soul.
With the Lord’s great love
intensifying His truth and grace
my faith, midst turbulent, doubt-stricken world
is secured, braced by His boundless compassion
against jeering hatred of skepticism's mockery.
By Christ’s love, precious
exemplified through His sacrifice
I'm granted everlasting life
with satisfying abundance
overtaking vanity's worthlessness.
Love of the Master, ceaselessly enabling
transforming perfectly
toward joyous ministerial servanthood
settles my devotion's fulfillment
stamped by His approval, making me yielded to Him.
Gripped with Jesus’ love
constraining through His mercy
I share His care’s gift
prompted by His goodness-fervor
while repenting from carnal selfish pursuits.
Gratefully joyous
I praise God, genuine love’s Source
Charity's omnipotent Alpha and Omega
verily deserving of my wholehearted adoration ---
without Him and His lovingkindness, I am nothing.
*Ephesians 2:4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us…; 3:17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love; 3:19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God; 4:2 With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love; 4:15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.
July 23, 2019
Edited on November 11, 2019
2nd place, "Love is the Answer" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 11/19/2019.
*Image of Skateboarding Kid by Pixabay.
the skateboard
bored lowliness
well rounded and supportive~~
a downhill rise
2022 April 01
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 April 04
*seku: A senryu of three lines with less than seventeen syllables
Let us put on humility,
Even being on center stage;
Remain meek and modest amid
Honor, glory, praise, and prestige.
Meekness may elicit picture
Of someone saying 'I was wrong';
Or one telling 'I need help' from
A certain group he does belong.
Yes, it brings into mind of one
Not expecting royal treatment;
Remaining lowly and humble,
Even if he is prominent.
It further raises one's image
Of putting others' concern first;
Reaching down to other people
From pedestal of interest.
The lowliness leads to wisdom,
While the arrogance to disgrace;
The former ends in accolade,
As the latter in shame of face.
Humility brings wealth and life,
While the ego castigation;
Modesty makes joy and gladness,
As pride puts one in destruction.
Hat in hand truly gains guidance,
As cap on head spawns misery;
Clothe not ourselves with boastfulness,
Let us put on humility.
Dedicated to my mother who, in my youth, I did not fully understand..
I wish my callings be sweet to thee;
Abate not Oh lady the tenderness I'd missed
Prolong thy tenderness and never a dreary;
Your genteel should I suck from thy breast.
From being a toddler remember I;
That not so often I heard thy lullaby.
And thence I asked Oh whence I came?
I sought for answer; I didn't think ‘twas fine.
Then years rolled by I attended school;
Why art thou the source of my ridicule?
The boys would laugh by what thou hinted;
That I didn't fit a sport; I couldn't hit a target.
It confused me much – yeah it hurt me badly
The way thou saw me was never comely.
Mama! Oh mama! I beseech thee
Tell me the truth in anyway thou tell me
Thou needest not to be subtle in telling the truth
Let it be that I can have peace in my youth.
The future is waiting and thither I goest
Wish me luck; I don't want to be the lowest.
Oh Mama, Willful as thou art, bestow in me some courage
That even in my lowliness, I can live my life the fullest…
Date & Time of Writing:
October 4, 1988
12:03am - 10:10am
The song of the soul is not jazz
Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience
Its a new day but the world is still the same
Pajamas can create a riot when they are not washed
Dirt and disorderliness of the furniture can be really peaceful
But who would know that?
The unexplained-ness of the haywire life
one leads teaches the weary soul of the need
Of noise, more than harmony
Its like the unraveling of obscurity
When the whole world doesn't understand you,
You feel victorious
The destructive novelty blended with the
Stupendous childishness of ideas
Alienate...
Increasing the loneliness but helps in shaping up the mind:
Its like a strangler
Choking is pleasure when in an adventurous mood
And the zeal in discovering whats beyond logic
Puts imagination before facts
Yes, I'm dying
This time
I like it more than ever.
The Covenant
Take my humbleness, I submit myself
To a great God, that feels my lowliness
I have sinned; fear to be left on the shelf
I have been inspired by His Holiness
Hates dwell on us, wicked dimmed the light
For the reason of His crucifixion
He dealt agony longer than the night
The sin labeled in our soul’s inscription
For a long time, faith coated with verglas
Gone are many squalls during the daylight
All the noble trees stunted bladed grass
The wind whispers name for a wakeful flight
We are dust, and to dust, we shall return
His resurrection, no one left forlorn
May 3, 2017
“Charm is a delusion and beauty fleeting but a God fearing woman is to be honored” - Proverbs 31:10-31
Capable Woman
A capable woman plants seeds to birth in a harvest plan
Buys a fruitful vineyard and tends it with a tender hand
Clothed in dignity she plants seeds of holiness
Daughter of the Lord she remembers the poor in lowliness
Entrepreneur who gathers God’s inspiration like sheaths of wheat
Feeding the hungry around her table replete
Gleaning goodness from God’s gifts at hand
Happy in the work of her hands
In the shadows of dawn sings psalms to the morning
Jewel treasured at the city gates borning
Knowing her need for God today
Loyalty guides her prayer ballet
More precious than rubies her family devotion
No idle hands rest at dawn or dusk in harmonic motion
Offering light in the darkness from her overflowing lamp
Purple cloth and linen dress her in steadfast mercy’s stamp
Quiet moments in knowing calm as God’s cherished child
Reveries of laughter flow like satin pearls mild
Soaring on silk wings of blessings chivalrous
To reject bread seasoned with the frivolous
Unrestrained joy as she weaves comforting cloaks
Vigor in the fruit of her labor contentment evokes
Wise woman who speaks with humility’s pace
Xenith of creativity in woven patterns of grace
Yet she embraces the caress of God’s ways
Zeal shines out as she embraces each day
2-10-23
Proverbial Poetry
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
The description of the Capable Woman/Wife in Proverbs is a Hebrew acrostic
in my lowliness you remembered me
after man had torn wrappings
of my soul leaving only
my flesh to devour
small things withered
beneath my earthly realm
oh how i'd beckoned your rapture
i wasn't as pure as sister agnes
nor sister margaret fruitful an yet
you'd entered me craving my soul
my heart filled with such desire
as i'd prayed for human compassion
pure affection was totally absent
from a broken woman bleeding
my flesh mascerated
shredded in the haste
of a car bomb equivelent
to one rib of man child an yet
you remembered me taking my soul
on a tour of ruinen auf des.via appia
while di vatican called my name
trumpets roared throughout
this granduer of openess
wholeness occured weeping flushed
from mine eyes dining in your diviness
the purity of the holy spirit
desiring me a flower blooming
clinging to thorns blood soaked
matted hair cradled my skull an yet
you entered my being creating
an eternal finding above
the santity and salvation
catered untimely to him