Best Messianic Poems
They found her folded over her kneecaps
between the black mirror in the heart of his tires
and the grimy curb tugging shamelessly at her skirt,
her face to the sky and her eyes full of stars.
-It's not beautiful-
She said to no one in particular.
So they picked her up and brought her back inside.
She laughed while they washed the blood off her legs,
holding her arms out like the cross -
stainless steel under all her bones,
the rust from his nails
corroding her heartbeat.
And he hears a voice for his agenda to run,
pursue it he must at the point of a gun.
There's nary a single mistake that he can make,
with God on his side his resolve just wouldn’t break.
Against all advice he wages his lonely fight,
giving vent to his demons, what an awful sight!
When the smoke finally clears in the battlefield
there lies the sight of thousands of innocent killed.
But what the hell it is not his life anyway,
the truth is he won’t have it any other way.
The dead are pawns in the bigger scheme of things,
sacrificed in the altar with all that it brings.
Since he thinks everyone is wrong and he is correct,
he finds no need for silence that he may reflect.
Yet after blood's been shed what has he got to show?
just a raging, never ending inferno!
Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...
Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle
of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither explaining any rhyme,
nor giving reason, then busting
out in laughter obliquely
analogous to ramshackle
structure, resultant outcome
from some slapstick
Vaudevillian farcical debacle,
perhaps regarding the heady
beer burr of Seville scene thru
black and white daguerreotype mackle
more or less hazy, gauzy,
or fuzzy warm
feeling in actuality
thinly disguised as
dog gone hackle,
which vicious canine attacks ready
to tear limb bough to limb mitt,
thus luckily handily repair
with accessible spackle
ye kept on yar person, which caper
doth captcha an instantaneous titter
easily confused for
mating call of grackle
giving rise to a raft of songbirds
that incessantly crackle
snap, and pop with...witch sounds
indeed oven eerily
bloody suck'n vampire
bat out of hell cackle.
Other creatures in
the animal kingdom
cane be barley able
to communicate wheat seems
oat rage juice lee wry,
no matter how
much horse sense,
a smart species doth
porpoise lee try
though porcine not
remiss to wallow
in mud as seen high
atop a bridge
abutment over the River Kwai
ah look...a pig in a poke
unable to pry
loose caked mud blocking snout
prematurely ejaculating, an outcry
for help even fishing for small fry
doubling up as
potential best buds
with Englishman such as Dry
den, and/or dear reader
hood doth lamentably cry
claiming this badinage i.e. my
trademark gobbledygook didst render
momentary lapse of
reasonable judgement alibi.
The book of Matthew gives an accurate account of the birth of Christ
It tells of His divine royalty
and all the conflict He faced in life
It shows us the humanity prominent
in the Son of God
and the humility that He possessed
in the depths of His heart
a regal response to a messianic
promise that the prophets spoke on
a sacrificial soul
who allowed God total control
from the day He was born
His purpose was to prepare a place
for each and every one
a spot in heaven with our Lord God
when all's been said and done
every prophet spoke emphatically
of what Jesus would come and do
the Salt of the Earth,
the Light of the World
who would die for me and you
He was a regal response that
King Herod himself tried to eradicate
like so many Black men today
whom society wants to eliminate
yet our God is the god of intentionality
no such thing as coincidence when
He set forth your destiny
yes there will be challenges
and stagnating issues in your life
but God in His omniscience
will help you deal with the strife
so trust and believe people will do
their best to stunt your growth and potential
you need to trust in God to do His part
to give you all the essentials
and yes there'll be Herods in your life
whose only mission is to destroy and kill
but your messianic promises can't be
stopped unless it's by God's will
Jesus was a royal response from God
sent to reform and to renew
And the 3 Wise Men were sent
to acknowledge Him
as the regal king of the Hebrews
a regal response to a messianic promise
was our Savior Jesus the Christ
born in a lowly manger
in swaddling clothes
Who died to give us eternal life
Who is like the Pied Piper
in his coat of red and gold?
Who like the minstrel
who sings away our gnawing cares
and drowns them in the rivers
that wash the green-blue sea?
Who is like the physician,
healing of plagues in Egypt land
or who is like the prophet
leading out his children bound?
Who is like the chastener
who humbles the proud and vain?
Who is like the victor
who "can cross that mighty top”?
Who is like the player
who breathed sweetly as bird at dawn
three notes upon his pipe?
Who is like the skull-capped dancer
out-dancing the dancer death?
Can we, feet-frozen, answer?
Who is like the Pied Piper
in his coat of red and gold,
whose eyes like salted flames
absorb green seas and golden shores,
who leads away his children
to a blessed promised land,
who like the sun in red and gold
dies but to rise again?
Whither he passed we do not know,
nor guess his kith and kin.
He is like Melchizedek, musician priest and king.
He is the lord of summer,
of autumn winter and spring.
Messianic Jews, kindred believers,
weep in joy,
Our sweet Yeshua cleansed and saved
all of us with His suffering sacrifice.
He walks among His faithful,
death and sorrow defied.
In Hebrew, you lift up your voices,
singing a thankful prayer,
"Toda Raba,
shalom u'vrakha, our Yeshua!"
He hears, His radiance,
His love eternal,
shining in the sunbeams,
illumining His Sacred Heart. ~
Bela Kun led Hungary and a communist regime
Eight Jewish commissars were part of his team
The Reds couldn’t run an economy, or even a town:
Instead of admitting fault, they only doubled down,
They could have wondered why food vanished from the stores.
but they hung dissenters from lampposts by the scores.
When Ed Teller was brought up in Budapest, it had been great
He loved math: a subject schoolkids like to hate
Then Bela came in, engaged in suppression
Ed's mom said their fellow Jews would pay a price for Kun's oppression.
Most Jews were not commies, but truth to tell
for a disproportionate number, Marxism cast a spell.
Its not really fair to blame Jews for Bela Kun
But you can't expect fairness from everyone
The Jewish Middle class resented Commie rule
They knew flirting with Marx was the romance of a fool.
Leon Trotsky led the Red Army to victory, more's the pity
His original name was Bronstein, his story makes me ill.
Years before he was killed by agents in Mexico City
A Rabbi told him "Trotskys make revolutions but Bronsteins pay the bill."
Ed became father of the Hydrogen bomb, a power immense
He also supported Reagan's effort at missile defense
He believed strength was the best way to stop war
Not religious, but conservative, common sense to the core.
When radicals play with fire, millions pay.
My dad knew Ed Teller; this history isn’t far away:
Even my grandfathers grew up before Russia turned Red.
Reds promise freedom but create an ant heap instead.
Jews should learn more than most where all this leads
They get clobbered first by Messianic creeds.