Best Parables Poems
The Good Shepherd
Christ is the True Shepherd
JN 10:1-18
"Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever does not enter a sheepfold through the gate but climbs over elsewhere is a thief and a robber.
But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.
When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice.
But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers."
So Jesus said again, "Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came (before me) are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate.
Whoever enters through me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture.
A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.
I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.
A hired man, who is not a shepherd and whose sheep are not his own, sees a wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away, and the wolf catches and scatters them.
This is because he works for pay and has no concern for the sheep.
I am the good shepherd, and I know mine and mine know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I will lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold.
These also I must lead, and they will hear my voice, and there will be one flock, one shepherd.
This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own.
I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father." (Taken from JN 10:1-5, 7-18)
The Unjust Steward
I, Oracle tool of eternal, placid in mental state.
High-intellect mortal, dropping parables to educate.
Special emotional properties, concepts of four elements.
Fire; earth; wind; water, mind on matter transcendents.
Fire akin to blood, therein lies real passion.
Air present in yellow bile, links of wrathful emotion.
Water manifest in phlegm, too much produce laziness.
Earth found in black bile, associates of sadness.
Telepathic capabilities, enhancement of perception.
Supernatural abilities, sheer mind submission.
Mixed cause and effect, experimental backward mask.
Image shown to subject, tenth of a second the task.
First picture displayed, ultrasensory perception.
Second subliminal image, recalling jiffy forgotten.
Utilize the enhanced, nothing but natural.
Subconscious skill possessed, to absorb more subtle signal.
Desire overriding reason, inner darkness of humanity.
Nature and nurture function, sexually obsessed mentality.
Attempts to explain marvels, visible through naked eyes.
Ubiquitous superpower, shattering inquiring minds.
Head and facial movements, most info' effective.
Eminent emotions expressed, all but instinctive.
Familial body language, few employ it consciously.
Nonverbal communication, many exercise it subconsciously.
Abuse of God's Grace / Necessity of Righteousness
MT 22:1-14
LK 14:15-24
One of his fellow guests on hearing this said to him, "Blessed is the one who will dine in the kingdom of God."
He replied to him, "A man gave a great dinner to which he invited many
When the time for the dinner came
He dispatched his servant to say to those invited
'Come, everything is now ready.'
But one by one, they all began to excuse themselves...
The servant went and reported this to his master
Then the master of the house in a rage commanded his servant
'Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in here the poor and the crippled
The blind and the lame.
' The servant reported, 'Sir, your orders have been carried out and still there is room.
' The master then ordered the servant
'Go out to the highways and hedgerows and make people come in that my home may be filled.
For, I tell you, none of those men who were invited will taste my dinner.'" (Taken from LK 14:15-18, 21-24)
The goods thing about “hardship” is the thirst for “Success”
Success is an unending process it begins even at the peak of another persons success
Be like the blue sky: where greatness and Success has no limit.
The things you say about the success of others is the judgment you get from others or what you perceive as success
Life and hope are corresponding Issues to the nature of success
Wisdom is maturity and maturity makes the mind, be wise to become successful
Hardship in life, is the Beginning of a Successful Journey in History
You Succeed when you have acquired, and you have acquired when you have succeeded.
Do not subterfuge to succeed but be submissive to succeed.
Roseline olajide
I
The historical record shows many intimate connections between Arabs, Muslims, Hebrews and Jews, and Babylon. The nation we equate with Israel began as tribes in the deserts of Arabia. Some of them were allies, some opponents, of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). However, we know his Uncle-in-law was Jewish via Khadijah, and helped the Prophet reject the fear he was insane, for hearing Gabriel speak some of the Old Testament scriptures to him.
II
The synagogue system of worship was begun in Ira q (Babylon)
III
Tel Aviv was a famous Jewish city in Iraq, before it was "revived" in present - day Israel.
IV
Strictly-speaking "Jews" refer to Jesus' tribe, as He is the Lion of Judah; the other 11 tribes of ancient Israel (Hebrew tribes) are the ten tribes of old Israel then called Samaria, or Ephraim with Samaria as the capital. The remaining tribe of Benjamin - from which the great missionary Paul (Saul) descended - was located in JUDEA, or the Southern Kingdom (with Jerusalem as capital).
V
As i pointed out previously, the Samaritans have survived for millennia near Mount Gerizim (adjoining Nablus, in the Occupied West Bank - which some Israelis call SAMARIA even today). They were persecuted by Arabs and Jews as neither fish nor fowl, especially during the 1940s, and during intifadas. West_bank Samaritans remained neutral, declaring their connection with Abraham through Jacob (Yakov) son of Isaac, grandson of Abraham. In the parables, Jesus spent much time showing the Samaritans as "good" and worth saving. Samaritans were not allowed to buy land in Israel after 1948; an exception was made in 1950s near Tel Aviv. Recently UKRAINIAN women are recruited as brides for the dwindling Samaritan population (GOOGLE this). Thanks to Israeli scholars who proved the Samaritan story in the 1950s.
shalom, shalom. Yes, we have differences, but we have much in common!
NOTES:
1. Khadijah, the Prophet's first wife, was a business man, and likely a Christian. Her father, Khuwaylid Ibn Asad was also leader in Quresh tribe.
2. Her relative, Warak -al-Naufal (sometimes El-NORFIL) was a Christian and a minister. Of course he used the Bible in Arabic (as ME Christians still do).
smiling from within the waters
compassionate
undertow
my faceless energy free from
physical form...
i make music with the universe
one verse after another...
my instrument (illuminated)
just so happens to be Caramelized Sunbows
spraying origami orchestrated laughter
like mint-chocolate confetti...
swaying so sweetly
merging with the insight
from the Great Pastel Owl
donning butterscotch blues
swirled in powder greygreens
he resides on the 7th Ring of Saturn
which has taken a sad turn
setting in motion emotions candlestick
to be lit upon stigmas wick
protruding out of the flowering ocean
blooming on peddaling petals of purification...
reuniting my Soul with my Spirit
amongst the Autumn's animated driftwood narration
read by death and every double-crossing decision
consuming infinities enchanted eternity...
embracing the rest
covered and kept safe under a layer of Wisdom's Blanket
learning...
dancing to the rhythym of the Crimson Cromlech Tapestry
of duct-taped waves
crashing
against the ululating glimpses that
Reflect
Reflections Reflecting
Reflectively Reflected
breaths
breathing
in inkchiseled messages
with Poetically Penned Piercing Points...
POINTING * TO THE TRUTH...
now
the fact of the matter
as a matter of fact
it's a matter of right and wrong
heard through the lies is a herd of hummingbirdsongs
singing in soft sneezes spreading seeds
growing into symphonies of supernovas
any Solar System would be awestruck by
shedding tears that can buy
every single good-bye
pleasent dreams...
because a brave dog once said "Good-byes don't last forever"
HOWEVER forever is clever beyond starscorched weather
NOW
whether or not
this knot gets untied (which it will)
for it's the Creators Will
AYE
I am the Eye of the Storm
sent to warn us with a scent worn
in the waxed seal...
written from the isle of Paradise...
*Quote from "All Dogs Go To Heaven"*
Table of The Scribed
Only of the true muse in mind,
Being a he or she?
Can scribe of the darknesses they feel,
Being it told, indeed.
Being this breed of spirits,
Sitting at the Abysses table, take heed!
For that's the table of the;
Devils and Gods,
We are the tellers;
For we are the scribes.
Take up thy quill;
Quick hurry,
Put it in your hand?
Write down the scribes of;
Phraseology, terminology,
They're many forms in their styles!
Am I sure they will understand?
I am learning all the while;
Understand these words
Even the symbolic,
Are they written too absurd?
Revised Edition; September 06, 2021, 4:33 PM (EST)
In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography.
On the edge of the precipice of my dramatic choices, my sacrifices reveal the artifices of their curses, but also the selfishness of their spiritual benefits in the face of the imposture of the supposed crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
The eloquence of my silence allowed my innocence to resist the violence of arrogance.
The tyranny of hegemony and the xenophobia of foreigners breed racial savagery and imperialist barbarism, while Western supremacy is transformed into a burlesque comedy trivializing negrophobia.
Suffering generates sentences, but sometimes repentance opens the way to independence, so that insolence can never turn into condescension.
Between the medals and the funerals, between the reunions and the reprisals, battles grip the rudder of my destiny, with a range of tortures.
My emotions oscillate between devotion to justice and the promotion of disbelief, urgently seeking remission of my transgressions, before the purification of the flames of hell plunges my divine spark into the furnaces of illumination.
The liberation of my ambitions contributed to the strengthening of my convictions, so that my determination unleashed the full extent of my potential.
My distance from dementia is minimal, even if the angel of death exempts me for the moment from the penances of the eternal abyss, my blasphemies sow the seeds of a new hope.
The history of my people is the memory of its victories and the grimoire of its disappointments,
Despite the decline of the pharaohs, the savagery of slavery and the barbarity of colonization, she taught me saving lessons so that my Africanness could flourish throughout the Earth.
In the permanent search for truth and sincerity, I aspire to freedom, equality and fraternity,
To a serenity, far from the vanities that humanity loves to adulate to forget its fragilities.
Between my feelings and their punishments, stands the sanctuary of the last judgment, their compliments obscure the lights of my cosmic atom.
In the quarrels of my past, the aftereffects persist, recalling the rebellious periods of my tormented soul.
I will never trust human beings, even if immortal love challenges my conscience.
Does your conniption fit?
If it's not a laughing matter, then it's not important.
Did you ever notice that when you stir a glass of something, the spoon says, "Jibiddy jibiddy jibiddy jibiddy"?
Worst first name of anyone I ever met: Schmedroy.
I
mystery in seeds:
real to me, small, flat gourd seed
now, shoots at window smile
II
Flat white seed planted
a meter from window
three weeks: hi from window
A
triple
expression-
of a bygone
age
Tryptch of Max Beckmann
I
am so beautiful
and I
think this whole thing is pitiful
where all these
crazy people
try to to bring me down
but I stand
so
proud
here on
this consecrated
ground
why must all these voices
pile up so
high
growing loud
bringing me down
yea, but I won't
hide
silver cups
overflowing
people wondering
without knowing
these crowds so
very lost
hear me now
so shallow here
attempts to bleed out these
purging words
falling deeper onto this
bed of swords
don't know where I'm falling towards
beside me
beside you
our fading dreams start to
obstruct our view
and these fickle signs
they begin to
realign
what I said to you
Mythology flawed by immortality disintegrating endeavor of blind obedience,
unsolved lies if ancient times sinister words of a saved saint in the presents of
the creator of absolute. Sleepwalker of tormented faith stained and barefoot in
the white room of dominant conflict this prison of ideology with in the final
solution of vague intuition. The greed of man never steadfast in omega winds
corroding the suffering humane in the landscape of sane all will be done with
heavy influence nihilistic as the Vatican insisted.
From "Portrait"
Tears must be hidden from those
Who are not spiritually receptive?
But we ought to laugh for those who represent anger
And for those who are able to heal
With strange medicines to our lives.
Hold on with mixed feelings
They are the most rewarded with heaven
And the purpose is to confirm it by such internal
Forces!
But you could set them thinking
By parables; not by the lesson for which it becomes
Master; rather by the most remarkable
Instances of demon possession:
Sights of Evil have upon us.
Among tales told long ago were those
of finding hidden buried treasures,
of growing seeds in diverse soils,
of building homes on sand or rock,
of sorting worthy sheep from wicked goats,
of inviting multitudes to a banquet,
of celebrating a prodigal returning home,
of saving a life by a scorned Samaritan.
Jesus loved earthly stories
with heavenly implications.
His parables were spiritual seeds
sown in hearers’ hearts and minds,
analogies thrown alongside
puzzling narrative plots,
poignant truths with shocking twists
and unexpected outcomes.
Deceptively simple, sly stories
with multiple potential meanings,
his parables perplexed expectations,
and upended usual understandings.
Even his bewildered disciples
pleaded for private interpretations.
During careful contemplation,
parables interrogate our lives.
Providing few easy answers,
parables compel us to ponder.
(First published in Earth & Altar, 14 Nov. 2024. See also my poems “God Around the Corner” and “Consider the Dreaming Birds.”)