Best Put To Death Poems
How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool. The words delight
and disappear. How does one praise
the holy one? He’s too much for words.
I’m not worthy to lift him up in song;
I sing along with those duly gifted.
The wonder of lyrics with such treasures:
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre,
and as they tune it, fall;
I’ll fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away…
How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool, a fool who leans
on scripture and gleams truths.
My biblical articulation is mute;
how do you describe eternity, infinity,
true love? In simplicity, perhaps.
He was put to death by sinners,
buried and three days later
breathed forevermore; we’ve
been invited - we choose
our afterlife. Do you really
want to obtain the most precious
jewel ever offered? You can only
embrace, you can’t give Him away.
Ruby-red, sapphire-bruised, pale-opal…
Fiery-garnet eyes, many crowns on his head…
I’m just a fool to try, but I must try
to put Jesus in a human box -
can we even describe how breathless
we will be when we see divinity?
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity
“17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Cor 4:17-18 NIV
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity,
And deny my flesh worldly lusts.
The will of the flesh reaps corruption;
The will of the Spirit’s a must.
I will live soberly and righteously
By the power of God from on high.
I depend entirely on my Father—
His promises, He’ll not deny.
My sinful nature has been put to death;
My life’s now hidden with my Lord.
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity,
Enabling me to stay in heaven’s accord.
My Lord will purify me
And redeem me from every lawless deed.
In my heart, He’s fixed eternity
To grow and bloom like a farmer’s seed.
I look for the blessed hope
And the glorious second coming of my Lord.
To focus on this world and its cares,
I simply cannot afford.
Christ is the author and finisher
Of my faith that does reside.
In His grace and loving mercy,
My life I presently hide.
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity—
Life in heaven and the earth made new.
My heart yearns for the permanent;
Not like earth’s temporary venue.
I imagine my body made immortal—
No more pain or sickness within.
A life that’s filled with joy, peace and love—
A kingdom that’s free from sin!
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
DANNY BOY
Danny Boy!
I'm not your kind of girl
You own a He-Man classic toy
Rapping slams like She-Ra
Your slam has no style
if I want to be put to death
I'll read your poems
See me yawning,
You cry nobody loves you
Trying to end your life support
Give up the depression you made it through an abort
Your slam was full of crap
Come on Danny you smell like a rat
Give yourself some dignity
Stop writing as if you're on crack
Don't tell me you got writers block
Right after you got hit by my glove
Stop writing as if you're in shock
Like pancakes, I made you flip flop
I'll use the excuse my computer just got hack
((LOL))
Take it easy on Danny C,
Do not hurt me, by thinking I am your enemy.
Once addicted to carnality opium’s ecstasy
My flesh reigned with selfishness-excellency…
…But God, so merciful in His clemency
Transformed me to acknowledge His satisfaction-sufficiency.
Once exalted upon vain glory’s elegance
My heart towered toward destructive arrogance…
Yet the Lord, gracious in His forbearance
Pulled me toward meekness’ endurance.
Once afflicted by woes of poisonous transgression
My soul was slain midst venomous iniquity’s infection...
…But the Creator, verily the Author of revival action
Quickened* me to testify about His redeeming compassion.
Once destined to hell, condemned by sin-wages
My mind succumbed to humanism midst earthliness’ sages…
…But the Saviour, by His pardon assuring holy changes
Reached out to me, freeing me from damnation charges.
Once gripped with materialistic enrichments
My spirit could not abstain from worldly engagements…
…But the Almighty offered heavenly bestowments
Drew me near His fellowship of significant celestial moments.
Once drained from the pursuits of ephemeral endeavour
My life lost its essence according to divine flavour…
…But Christ with His grace midst sweet serenity’s savour
Wrought miracles for me and my faith-serving fervour.
*1Peter 3:18 For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit.
August 20, 2019
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE 6, any form, any theme"
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/26/2020.
Who killed Christ the Lord?
It was not me said Herod, I did not spill his blood.
I tried to kill him once it’s true
but he was a baby then and was not slew
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Nay, not I said Caiaphas, it was not one of us.
Verily I say it was not by my hand
but by some higher greater command
Who killed Christ the Lord?
I did not do it said Judas, I did not kill the Lord Jesus.
Yes, I betrayed him with a kiss
and in shame condemned myself for this
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not me said faithful Peter, I am my brother’s keeper.
Upon his head they put a price
and I, like a coward, denied him thrice
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not us said the pharisees but ruled he be seized.
For his faith, his power and glory
alas they came for him at Gethsemane
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not us said the baying mob, his life we did not rob.
‘Twas the Governor of Judea whose
decree was death to the King of the Jews
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Do not blame me said Pilate, the law he did defile it.
But it was I whose cold fateful breath
ordered he be scourged and put to death
Who killed Christ the Lord?
That great sacrifice of the Passion of the Christ!
Who for our sins in God’s holy plan
suffered the Son of God and Son of Man
Written: April 2025
A person lay in a quaggy ditch
Who was dead as dead can be
And on a tree there hung a sign
For all the world to see.
'Here lies a person who had every chance
But was the type to make a fuss.
They were put to death for the sordid crime
Of refusing to think like us.'
Now to those who think this puffery
And far beyond what some would do.
Go about your business and enjoy your life...
Until they come for you.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
The ambiance of beautiful love,
cannot be erased by trash talk.
Tis the feast and forte of a peasants' walk.
Were you actually there that spring night?
Whence cometh your facetious insight?
To put to death, a lover's joyous quest?
Joyful depths of her reality, she hath shared
with thee!
Where soft secrets were shared, of these your
mind is bare!
Thus remove your dagger from her bleeding heart,
so tender, divinely rare!
And from her honest thoughts, expect no more.
Outcast, thou be from her intimate soul, forevermore!
12/13/2020
Don’t speak to me with banality.
My expectations reach further aloft.
Trite expression perverts
your true presentation.
Long dead to me,
you cannot resurrect
trust with promise.
Due diligence has
put to death any remaining
vulnerability.
Go away.
Years of broken promises fell in hardened tears
And feeling safe, now feeling threatened, turned to fear
Lust accused of losing her appeal, turned to dust
Leaving suspicion, where once there had been trust
That once beautiful love, was slowly put to death
Poisoned by those cruel words that took her every breath
Leaving her a lonely soul with a broken heart
As his true colours finally stepped, out of the dark
O child of sweet sweet sorrow, why is it that your lonely inspirations are often wiped away and your dreams are put to death with each tear? O child of sweet sweet sorrow, your anguish shows, it is not with out dreams for the world you seem to know. Even so, you mourn for that which you do not have. You wipe away your crimson tears, dress and redress your wounds. Asahmed of who you are, a coward for who you're not, lie low and gain your strength at night, run away at dawn. Your silver thoughts are all you have, O child of gentle night, hide your lonely face and dream before the dawn is soon in sight. You answer for their each mistake, a victim of your own. Come alive here in beautiful night, but at dawn soon take flight. You have your hopes, you have your dreams, but you lock them so tightly away. When that they seep out, you just let them go, left to fall away with your tears. Why are you so afraid to fight to keep your dreams? Why o child of sweet sweet sorrow, are your inspirations wiped away with that fake plastic smile, and your aspirations seem to fall away in the form of your tears?
Form:
??Acts 10:28 NIV??
[28] He said to them: “You are well aware that it is against our law for a Jew to associate with or visit a Gentile. But God has shown me that I should not call anyone impure or unclean.
[34] Then Peter began to speak: “I now realize how true it is that God does not show favoritism [35] but accepts from every nation the one who fears him and does what is right.
??Galatians 3:26-28 NIV??
[26] So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, [27] for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. [28] There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.
??Ephesians 2:13-18 NIV??
[13] But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near by the blood of Christ. [14] For he himself is our peace, who has made the two groups one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, [15] by setting aside in his flesh the law with its commands and regulations. His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, [16] and in one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility. [17] He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. [18] For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.
This is found through the rebirth of the promised inheritance of The Holy Spirit to purify One into A Child of the Living God, that we might come in Unity, then One will not see the outside appearance but the inside that Gods spirit is dwelling and reigning within purifying unto the likeness of Christ. As ,gold going through a furnace burning out impurities to be brought out ,as a true pure gem shinning for God. From within flowing outwardly.
Form:
I know, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s poem : Je sais by T. Wignesan
I have seen upon this earth the gangrene of mass graves
I have seen the sky foul up with human ashes
I have watched the breath of superb beings
Mist over with their blood the universe
I have seen how the hearts of the powerful decay on their
lips
I have seen men thought of as possessing wisdom
While they picked their way through pools of blood
I have seen the just in spirit breathe in massacres
As if the wide open spaces puffed up their lungs
I have seen the good at heart repulse God
And that brought on a tide of extermination
They were clothed in the white linen of words
To dissimulate the stains of blood
I opened my mouth God bear witness
I wanted to speak out
My heart unable to bear being human
Wanting to burst upon other men
Shrieking so as to cleave the sky
But the air thrust its fist down my throat
Out of my heart streaked words turned to lies
That I was unaware of
Those words were put into my mouth
And I pronounced them
I would rather have died than utter them
And (yet) I uttered them
In turn I have turned words into carrion
The human soul manufactures words
Which by fault of my own rot in the face of God
I have become the speaker
Who has been deprived of the meaning of Speech
My eyes are the mirror of lies
And my ears the echo of lies
And my mouth the melting-pot of lies
And my soul clogged up with lies
Froth on the lips of a dying God
Who proffers even a word without lying ?
Who dares to address crying out at the Cross :
Have I not murdered the Verb ?
I assassinated the Verb gifted by God
I am an assassin like everyone else
But not all know who’s put to death by them
Me
I do know it.
(from the collection : Visage nuage, 1955)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, September 29, 2014
He was once considered a Prince, a King and even a Chief to some… He was the ruler of the
land were the birth of mankind was rumored to have begun? A former trader and a once
great exporter of fine goods and spices to everyone, reduce by another man’s desire to
subjugate another man’s race and reduce them to a value worth less than the number one.
Then traded like a common farm animal and paraded to the center of town to be inspected
like a prize cow at the County fairgrounds on a hot summers day.
His dreams of watching his children and their children’s playing in the vast open plains of the
great land of Gambia now washed away to sea…as he laid there in the hull of a ship
chain to his fellow countrymen like a criminal who has been condemned to be put to death.
Bound for a place where he would be considered a commodity and nothing else, were even
a dog was worth more than himself. A place were a beating was…but a mere deed to repress
the souls desire to be free. As they would beat him as his stood tied to a pole as he looked
up at the sky and watch the birds fly so freely… he would think to himself... even the birds in
this place are worth more than me. They tried to break his desire to ever be free, they even
took what was left of his dignity and sprawled it over the ground like the leafs that blow
from off a tree during a ruthless storm on a falls eve…they even told him that he was worth
less than zero.
But now that he was finally free, he had made it to heaven even though they said his kind
was not welcome there and that the nearest he would ever get to heaven was working in
thier fields and basking in thier Sun?
Well my Masters, I saw Jesus and talk to God… and he said to tell you all, that zero is not a
worthless number…but it is really just the beginning, before you get to one and I was no
longer zero here in heaven,but number one .
On a Good Friday at 3PM
He was called into the office by
Pontius Pilate and told that he would be put to death.
He had waited for the execution and worked the full week after being
warned that he would be fired if his production and sales were not
up to snuff.
He was hired with four other wise men and women to
turn an upstart company around and save it from the greedy bankers.
He had hope in his heart because he left employment with another and thought it
would be fruitful on the other side.
Pontius Pilate had wooed him with big money and promised him the stars.
Just about everyone loved their products and it would be an easy sale like
children pitching low-hanging fruit from a tree.
But after one month Pontius Pilate changed her course and said that the
Honeymoon was over. One among their ranks had told him that he was their hero
and would emulate him and dress like him. But he knew that this female Judas
would betray him when he dreamed that she would fall from his favor.
Judas was from the professional teaching world and she said that she was in adequate working in sales. She would call sales meeting to learn their motives and work late and holidays in the office while bending the ear of Pontius Pilate.
Pontius Pilate believed everything said to her because Judas was producing sales
but stealing fruit from the others. This did not matter to Pontius Pilate as her
golden calf and state of affairs was being threatened by the Jesus lovers.
On the advice of Judas- Pontius Pilate set her plans into motion and publicly
falsely accused the three wise men
of being bad sales people and spoke of
their elimination. They were accused three times on three separate days before
3 PM.
Like strange fruit he was called into the office by Pontius Pilate and her political
advisor Menenius and duly told that this is not personal but he must die. The one
sacrificed did not have much to say but thanked them for the opportunity and
that he will rise up in three days.
"I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.
Navy Seals, they are the boys
no mistakes or error.
They have gone and rid this world
of one man and his terror.
Holed up in a Pakistani house
hidden behind a twelve foot wall,
there became no hiding place,
oh how the "mighty one"can fall!
His body washed and put to sea,
oh let us take a breath,
is this demon really done
is he put to death?
No matter what your faith
or what your point of view,
there is one thing oh so clear
we have to see this through.
Let us take a moment,
although we"ve lots to fear,
and appreciate a victory
mark this day and year.
Say a prayer for all who mourn
at the setting of each sun,
and join their mighty cry..
"Let justice please be done".