Best On The Level Poems
Why not build a building of the real self,
You mind has jumped off it’s cliff,
Having nothing left of itself,
With the old man dead,
Where is the dread,
Live life instead!
There is nothing left,
But God within myself,
For I have been in a hassle,
In my worldly castle with my selves!
Here is the way it goes in hassle’s,
Worldly castle,
My aware said, I do declare,
To my mind, in times line,
Who said to my brain,
You’re lame,
Now my lame brain,
Said, to my flesh,
You’re the very last,
To see,
Twiddle Dee,
The mind’s creation for you to be!
Now that we see our devils,
Lets get our lives on the level,
For there is no devils,
Only a house divided,
Has been decided!
You can now see the cure,
That has been provided!
Just your outer parts out of line,
Created a wilderness in your mind,
In life’s time line!
So sit and pine no more,
No need to walk the floor,
Your mind created your life’s W- - - e!
Read about it in your bible some more,
Living with her has been such a chore,
So now I’ve opened the real door,
Of my inner world to explore,
It’s the real world,
Not the world in peril,
But my real pearl, of God’s world!
One soul, one heart at a time,
With love’s kind,
Dane & Carolyn!
Myself I can change,
You, I cannot rearrange,
My love I can give to you,
But I can’t live it through you!
Once enough members of life’s city is built,
The whole world will tilt,
Toward perfection,
In love’s direction,
Toward the city’s election,
Of a world of perfection!
In the building of the city,
Black stones are a pity,
White stones build the city,
The carnal mind is a pity,
From the white of the hearts,
Comes a perfect city!
6-22-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
I may be slow
But I am on the ball
I just look first
For level ground
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He said, "Hello". I Said, "Who are you?"
He said, "I am the Devil".
I said, "C'mon man. You're not on the level".
He said, "Yes, I am".
"I can't talk to you. My morals forbid".
The Devil said, "You just did."
"No I didn't", I said.
"Yes, you did".
I shut my mouth and stopped scoffing.
As he vanished, I heard him laughing.
I once knew a lawyer named Neville
Who never was on the level
He had a great itch
To become very rich
So he sold his soul to the devil
Quickened Pace
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In the day rapidly approaching
a rapture of which there shall be no more…
of parasitic encroaching
the minds of men
bent on sin…
“Love wins!”
I have read
from beginning to end
the books of many men’s sins
Their concepts galore, human explore
inept are many books of madness
cause of lives of much sadness
Ah… one book of precept
no variance,… of love kept
the Master recipe…
through it’s crystal truth I see
myself in the mirror…
mirrored Chrystal looking back at me
Ah… throne of grace
I see… I am quickened by quickened pace
I look into a familiar amazing face
the Chrystal truth of amazing grace
I see another face…
bought of amazing grace.
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Warning: A view from human concepts might find the preceding poem
a bit preachy, as sub consciously this terminology has emerged of human
concept for purpose of discrediting wisdom when it is imparted of Godly
precept. While wisdom imparted on the level of human concepts is declared
to be the only source and means of conveying knowledge. “Two Logics!”
(Isaiah 55:7-11) (The Christly mind vs. the human mind) “You have the
mind of Christ!” You May use it!
Selah….
I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
I will NOT allow
ANY POET
to make assumptions
On any of my poems
Or make personal comments
About my life
Any comments on my poems
That violate my space
And my privacy
Will not be taken lightly
I am a loving, honest, sweet friend
I am a formidable foe
Consider yourself duly warned!
Jade
I've had a poet before post on my work asking me pointedly who the poem was about. That is nobody's business but my own. I will not take lightly to meddlers.
Disclaimer: I've made my own share of assumptions as well. If the person is someone whom I care for, I have asked him/her about it. It all depends on the level of friendship, I guess. People who don't know me...have no right to assume anything about me or my life.
Tomorrow’s history makers
Future record breakers
Are the infants of this day
They should be taught well
In order to lead the way
They should be taken forward
In the fear of God
By the responsible one’s above them
Ye parents, guardians and lecture givers
Train them to keep of boozing
Instruct them never to go logger heads
Improve their knowledge of moral uprightness
So as not to make their regime
Bite the just
Our guardians of later days
Subtract yourselves from the disguised devils
Less they turn you into a bag of disgust
Make yourself confident in yourself
And keep a cold shoulder
Of relying on them
Or at last you become failure’s hosts
Disembark from the plane of the unjust
And board the plane of the just
Desist from hitting below the belt
And permit fairplay to rule
For it is a praise worthy value
Let the truth prevail in all you do
Let your attitude be reflected in your records
So as to be known as an accountable man
And a scrupulously honest woman
Always be on the level
So that they would be your face saver
When the doubting Thomas talks
Deprive yourself from going against the rules
Even when you fail
But move on gallantly
Till you win the race
Lend a helping hand
To those who lose
When you win
Cease to get satisfied
With where you are
Escape from the clutches of laziness
For it hinders your success
Put your best foot forward
And work as if your whole life depends on it
Don’t mask yourself from your responsibility
Express love and care to your mother land
Show her all the beauty
She possess inside her
Give her the strength of pride
To be a gallant bride.
Omebe Rita
Step with me onto a boat; we need somewhere to go.
Our destination is not for us to know.
A stiff wind carries us beyond the sight of land
Where all that can be seen; we see from where we stand.
Beware of colored lights; see truth in black and white
The earth and sea, like life, are true and they are right.
There are no guiding paths on this the restless sea.
You may look to heaven but here there is no mercy.
Appearances deceive; clear thought is pushed out
Innocence is eclipsed when guilt remains in doubt.
The compass turns and turns. The center does not hold.
We forget what we know, and believe what we’re told.
Our voices yearn to sing, for the beauty of life;
Not silenced by hatred, cruelty or senseless strife.
The snow brings oblivion soft and gently it falls
Destroying nothing but covering it all.
We find comfort in belief as belief outweighs doubt.
But no fraud lasts forever, and all lies are found out
With a sudden warm rain the snow breaks in the mountain
Each brook now makes decent into cascade and fountain,
All come here for an end; our fate is all the same
to sink beneath the depths of this bounty main.
All flow into the abyss where all debt finds its end
But from despair and hope goodness is born again
The rain from the mountains, form a raging river
We over flow our banks with brown muddy water.
But we will not settle on just the river’s bed,
But on the level plain in the cornfields instead
To replenish the earth, which will always sustain.
The course of the river will be forever changed.
Never give up
What you want is not always what you need
Always keep your chin up
Even though we can get cut and will bleed
I try never to feel down
And try only to feed on what I need
My chin is always up
Not all wounds I have received would bleed
Keep yourself on the level
And you will succeed
When you’re not on the level
You only succeed with your greed
I try always to be on the level
But don’t always succeed
When I was not on the level
I did succeed with my greed
I will never give up
May not get what I want but get what I need
Hope you will keep your chins up
May you all survive times of very great greed
Cross my heart and hope to die
I’ll love you forever and I do not lie
Can’t you tell when I look in your eye
You feel my soul you can’t deny
I speak the truth so why ask why
There is no question but I want your reply
Come to me freely don’t be shy
Believe in our fate with your best try
What is your hesitation I must pry
Add up the facts and then apply
I’m on the level as we both fly
I’ve taken an oath to you and swear hear by
I’ll love you forever and I do not lie
Cross my heart and hope to die
The Master Of The Rhyme
This was inspired by comments
made to me , by Great Poets
Peter Duggan and Olive Guillermo
And sung to the tune
Phantom Of The Opera's
"Music of The Night" by Andrew LLoyd Webber
Words that rhyme well--- serve to show my passion
Searching for the--- style that suits my fashion
Everything I see--- Is a poem meant for me
And I write it though it seems to be sublime
I truly am the master of the rhyme
While I’m sleeping--- in my mind come creeping
Filled with laughter--- mystery and weeping
Like an artist with his brush---I am filled with such a rush
And it paints a picture deep inside my mind
I wonder if I’m Master of the rhyme
Do you know who’s the Master of all known words
Do you know when he comes or where he goes
As He writes with my hands and through my soul
Whether it be a rhyme or it be prose
Written words--- start forming innuendoes
Join and bond--- then rise like a crescendo
When I awake I find--- this happens every time
I am just the name that must be signed
For I am not the Master of the rhyme
As I sit here staring at the empty page
He whispers in my ear again
I don’t know where the poem’s going to go
But, when I start the words begin to flow
Is It God, and is He on the level
Cursing me, as If I were the devil
Cause once I start to rhyme---the words begin to chime
Like a bell--- keeps ringing in my mine
He truly is the Master of the Rhyme
He alone holds the blessing---I make mine
For I am just a servant of the Rhyme
Do You Really KNOW Jesus?
Jesus said many shall say they do wonders in his name.
A relationship with him is what many often claim.
They may pray and claim to see miracles performed.
But in scripture, it makes clear to be warned!
“But Lord, didn’t we do wonders and cast out devils?”
“We talked about you, and tried to be on the level.”
But Jesus will say; “depart from me!” “I never knew you!”
“Leave me now!” “I will not be with you!”
Many will leave his sight and be forever cast out.
Have a relationship with Jesus is what it’s about!”
It doesn’t matter how many Sundays you attend.
Or how much you may boast to your friends!
It doesn’t matter if you pray a long prayer each day.
Or how many people you “impress” along the way.
What matters is having a relationship with Jesus, your king!
He must be more important to you, than ANYTHING!
A love and desire to have fellowship with him is needed!
It’s only through his blood, that you can be completed!
Won’t you stop and reflect on how much you need him?
If you haven’t done so, you can now receive him!
You can have eternal life that’s most precious and dear!
Won’t you come to the Lord now, while he’s still near?
Talking about and knowing Jesus are two different things.
But you can enjoy the
beautiful life that he brings!
Won’t you experience his life changing power?
You can have everlasting life… This very hour!
By Jim Pemberton 06/28/14
As I waited on the Constable I wondered why the
gate was open and the front door locked, by whom?
The Constable arrived blowing his horn at the front gate
in an old Dodge pick up, real old Dodge Pick up
It looked as though the whole bed was full of wood,
God I don't need that much, I thought to myself
Howdy Thar Richard, he said in that Maine drawl
I brought your wood for ya, take what ya need
Tell me Richard, you shur ya want to do this?
never too late ta change tour mind ya know
To go home I mean, no one bendin your arm here
No Constable, I'm sure I want to check this place out
Names Arlin, Arlin Danforth, though most folks call
me Zeeke, Thats what you can call me too, if ya like
Neva been a man set on formalities and all
Sounds good...Zeeke, I'm Rick as we shook hands
We finished loading the firewood in my SUV, I took
about half, and told him thanks a lot for the wood
If ya need anything else, give me a call on that portable
phone ya got thar, with that he left, in that old Dodge
When I arrived back at the front door, I went up
the porch fumbling with the key Zeeke just gave me
for the door, and found it not only unlocked, but open
about two inches, The same door I knew was locked.
So it begins, at that point I figured I had best retrieve
my EMF meter and take a look around a bit, before bringing
my things in the house. My EMF ( Electro-magnetic field)
meter was turned on and ready, just in case, well ya know
If there was any paranormal activity going on around
me it would light up in a flash, it had seven lights depending
on the level of activity, with no lectricity as Zeeke would say
any reading it showed would be subject to investigation
To my right was a staircase winding it's way up stairs
with a window (uncovered) about the only one, lighting
up most of the area, and most of the entry way
as I grew near the staircase the meter sounded, four out of seven.
Well now!
To be continued
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