Best Noah Poems
As in the Days of Noah
Hearts of men have grown cold. Self-loves sow a
Bitterroot of hate, malice, neglect...lust
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
Evil is good. Good is evil: show a
Perversion of life, morals, truth, love...trust.
The Son of Man shall return. Halloa!
Churches compromising the Truth blow a
Trumpet of apostasy, lies, sin...rust.
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
Unheard cries of unborn babes ; though a
Killed elk gets “Amazing Grace”, wake...Unjust!
The Son of Man shall return. Halloa!
God has been rejected. Self-gods throw a
Propagandised blanket, deceit, a...crust.
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
Still, there’s hope. Focus in the Word. Know a
Closed door nears for salvation...judgement...just.
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
The Son of Man shall return. Halloa!
4.17.2021©deborah burch
Villanelle
*Halloa (Hal-lo-a): a very loud exclamation; shout, to draw or get one’s attention.
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I woke this morning
yes this morning
and felt the warmth of love
‘pon mine forehead
and my face
and my ears
and my nose
I woke this morning
yes this morning
and heard the warmth of love
close to mine forehead
and my face
and my ears
and my nose
I woke this morning
yes this morning
and heard his words of love
“Don’t worry Pops
I washed my fingers before
I counted the wrinkles on your
forehead
your face
your ears
and your nose"
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In my arms
in the depths of mine heart
in the shadows
in the bright
in the pastures
in betwixt the trees
in his thought's
inside of mine
in Noah trots
into Pop's life
One day while fishing Noah feels a tug upon his rod,
“I think I’ve caught a fish!” he yells, “Please, let it be a cod!”
He pulls his rod and reels his line to see what’s on the hook.
Then leans towards the sea so he can get a better look.
With wild excitement Noah peers to see what’s in the sea,
Then drops his tackle with a start, and turns around to flee.
The biggest shark that Noah’s ever seen is on the line,
It’s thrashing, pulling, chomping, chewing hard on Noah’s twine.
“Hey! You up there, how dare you! What on earth d’you think you’re doing?
Let me go at once or I promise you, this day you will be ruing!
I’ll beat you soundly; hard enough your eyes will soon be popping.
Now let me go so I can swim and get back to my shopping."
“Sharks don’t shop!” said Noah, “you just swim around and fight.
And when I’m swimming with my friends you give us all a fright.
We’re scared and try to run away but you guys bite our legs,"
Says the shark "I'm shopping, honestly. Look, here's a dozen eggs.
And here's a nice new dress I found. I think it will look nice
With these red boots from Dover Soles. I bought them at half price.
What about this perfume? Take a sniff it's Chanel 5.
Do you like it? Try some on your wrist. It makes me feel alive!"
So Noah holds his arm out to receive a squirt of scent.
And the shark bites through his elbow just right where his arm is bent.
"You rotter!" Noah screams, "you ate my arm, oh why, oh why?"
"All that shopping made me hungry" says the shark, "so long, goodbye!"
man wrestles with his existence
while nature dances
to the melody
of the wind
Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment, all you do is feel. ~The 2nd-century Greek philosopher, Atticus.
giving lip service to trending topics
might ensure a broad reach
with ample accolades
but does the multitude
actually read the words bleeding on your page
written to the heartbeat of fear?
history does not prepare us for the reality
where we are now adrift in uncharted waters
our voices drowned out
by a tsunami of opinions
even in the legend of Noah’s ark
the basic human need of a partner
is understood
I don’t have a need for the populace
but an innate need of you
just to sit with me
as we ignore the broader reach of Lilith’s shadow
washing over mankind
A practical man with a talent for wood
viewed each morning as an omen for good
He tilled the land wisely
and preached the goodness of God
but as each day passed there was much to portend
his land had grown evil and God was displeased
one day God called out to him and said
I will destroy this earth of animal and humankind
and you will be cited with your family united
to construct a craft that I see fit
space for two species of each to share your ark
and hark
there will be a flood of great dimension
and it will not cease until all life is gone
As time passed on it began to rain
uncessantly with tremendous waves
overlaying the mounts
extinguishing life as the ark floated on
a raven sent out but never alit and soon it was gone
then a dove returned with a leaf in its beak
and left again but never returned
Noah then knew there was land yet to seek
months had passed and the earth became dry
he directed his family out from the ark
and the animals came also two by two
with Noah, God had made a pact
never to destroy but just to endure
for the manner of men needed much to explore
day and night will never cease
let us prepare a fabulous feast
to rejoice in new life riddance to the old
and embrace in its warmth and force out the cold
Contest
God asked Noah to construct an ark
He provided him a detailed instruction
God gave him a head start, prior to construction
It would have three decks, a door and a window as its bench mark
Then Noah And Sons Ark Company (NASAC) began its task
The ark had no rudder, so the folks laughed at Noah and his boat
It needed no rudder to steer it, it only needed to float
“Umm, God do you think we can fix a rudder on this ark?” Noah ask
“Noah my son, this is where most folks missed my boat
To need a rudder means you know how to arrive at your destination
My son I will steer you to safety, I am your salvation
I’ll finance the project; here you are with the bank note”
So NASAC constructed the ark out of their comfort zone
But how did Noah get all the animals on board?
God supernaturally directed the animals like a horde
About 80,000 animals went in, each identical sexes like a clone
It was full with thousands of animals with a smell of a zoo
Most of the animals who took a nap during the weary ride were bored
The King Lion, the Eagle and the Elephants were the Executive board
The young pigeons in the ark often “coo”
But was old Noah sure it would rain? Was it a mystery?
Did he project the atmospheric weather forecast?
Noah was indeed a wise man, he began to broadcast
No one heeded and the flood did come; it was the worst disaster in history
How many would buy a Jaguar without a steering wheel?
Are you so wise fixing your own rudder?
To steer around the mountain you encounter?
Rest in Him, for He predestinated you for the good pleasure of His will
By faith Noah, being divinely warned of God of things not seen as yet, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark to the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became a heir of the righteousness which comes by faith. Heb 11:7
As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist
I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.
You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.
But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.
As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.
So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow
One hole to be ventured in farther
As you led there erotically
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely
I couldn’t take my eyes away
So I didn’t see
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career
Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start
To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat
I wish I had been able to say
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive
Your hair was golden in the glow
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp
And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort
But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair
My heart is soaked in liquid salt
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby
Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry
Although we never met
Noah and the Flood 4-3-14
A practical man with a talent for wood
viewed each morning as an omen for good
He tilled the land wisely
and preached the goodness of God
but as each day passed there was much to portend
his land had grown evil and God was displeased
one day God called out to him and said
I will destroy this earth of animal and humankind
and you will be cited with your family united
to construct a craft that I see fit
space for two species of each to share your ark
and hark
there will be a flood of great dimension
and it will not cease until all life is gone
As time passed on it began to rain
uncessantly with tremendous waves
overlaying the mounts
extinguishing life as the ark floated on
a raven sent out but never alit and soon it was gone
then a dove returned with a leaf in its beak
and left again but never returned
Noah then knew there was land yet to seek
months had passed and the earth became dry
he directed his family out from the ark
and the animals came also two by two
with Noah, God had made a pact
never to destroy but just to endure
for the manner of men needed much to explore
day and night will never cease
let us prepare a fabulous feast
to rejoice in new life riddance to the old
and embrace in its warmth and force out the cold
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August 26,2016
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Observe the grain of foibles loud;
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Notice the pains of conflicts proud,
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Leon Enriquez
26 January 2016
Singapore
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I close mine eyes
it does not help
I plug mine ears
it does not help
I peek in mine wallet
i see
his little grin
Hey there! Noah, my dear old friend.
I just wanted you to know, the guys down at the lodge
are cracking quite a few jokes at your expense.
Bill asked me if you was taking up commercial fishing
or going after Moby Dick. I don't know, some
giant whale or something he dreamed up.
He should write a scroll about it... I think he
wraps his turban a little tight sometimes.
George said to tell you, he would come help you
drop a few trees but he's heading out to the Sahara
to make snow angels... Smart ass..
Oh! That reminds me. Joe said you already had a
pair of asses to put on board. I think he was referring
to you and me.... Jerk might aught to learn to swim.
Larry asked me if there was going to be bread fall
out of the sky along with all that water. Said if it was
he was going to quit his job and just live off the land.
I told him to wander around forty or so years; see what
happens.
Look, pal. I know you believe there is going to be
this big flood, but come on, man, you've been working
on this monstrosity for a century now and ain't
nobody seen a drop! And the guys been raking me
over the coals pretty good and...
Hey, Noah! What's all that dark stuff hanging around
up in the sky?..... Do you hear war drums?...
Your friend,
Thomas Sr.
01/25/17
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A man named Noah once built a sailboat
so large people said it would never float.
But the waters they rose,
the doors he hurried to close,
then did he look at his neighbors and gloat.
Noah tried to warn the masses of what was yet to come.
They laughed at him, and in their pride, they couldn't see.
It took a while for what God had said, and then it had begun.
The prideful people didn't listen, and died in disbelief.
Can History repeat itself, will have to wait and see?
The warnings have been sent out, so listen to me please.
A year of death, Chaos and lies, it's real not make believe!
My friends, open your eyes, and please don't be deceived.
Wishing everyone Gods love and protection for the New Year.
Sometimes I can relate to How Noah felt when he tried to reach
the people that he cared about, because something epic was to happen.
My friends I Implore you to listen to Claire Edwards, United Nations
editor. This information is everything almost exactly as I have
warned you of. It is the most important information thus far. Google
the link, below before they take it down and censor and please tell
others and tell them to tell others.
God bless you all.
https://youtu.be/0fbrtCzxvTs