Best Ruler Poems
Praise the Ruler of nations!
God is mightier than anybody:
they try to defeat His army,
but can they win against angels?
Even Jesus, the shining sun,
defied death and amazed many:
the massive stone rolled away...
He was no longer mocked by men!
Praise the Ruler of nations!
Proclaim His name from every corner,
and although He's invisible, He's near...
whenever we're afflicted by wretchedness!
Had God not sent Jesus to save us indeed,
we wouldn't have any hope for happiness;
had God's love not been so grandly revealed:
we would be living a life of total wretchedness!
Praise the Ruler of nations!
He'll inflict misery on the ones disobeying Him;
He'll fill the endless skies with brimstone and fire!
Hail to the Ruler of nations!
Unquestionable is the foolishness of Kim,
but his desire for conquest will end in dire!
Copyright ( c ) 2017 by Andrew Crisci
The Daddy Long Legs crawled into my tea.
Looked up and smiled, coyly at me.
Invited his wife and his offspring, all three.
They were having the best time, I truly could see.
So I decided to make them a big bowl of tea.
I put in sugar and lemons, I cut them delicately.
I had Daddy Long Legs invite relatives to this magnificent tea.
They swam and they floated, with their faces to me.
They turned this big bowl into a Long Leg’s Resort.
They named me the Queen, and we held Daddy Long Legs Court.
Pretty soon I had to move them to a big pool in my back yard.
Being the ruler of Long Leg’s is surprisingly hard!
To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
The delicate iris, long may it wave
through sun and rain, its blues to rave.
...rave on.
The steadfast rose, our eyes it pulls,
with reds so vivid, layers full.
...majestic always.
The varied and simple zinnia, sprites
with many friends. Many lights.
...countless colors.
The bellowing petunias in June.
Trumpeting its visual tune.
...sun lovers.
The sturdy pansie, defying its name.
Withstanding cold. Gaining fame.
...dying never.
And the violet snapdragon, arriving first.
Mid-March, attention its thirst
...sweet aroma.
Of all these little soldiers in her garden,
one outnumbered all.
Some stood short, some tall.
...she ruled.
She drew the butterflies, many friends
came calling, homage paid,
her nectar pungent, unafraid.
...blinding, bold.
O'er all the troops, she reigned.
Her yellows, truth foretold.
Brightest in the fold.
...the wondrous marigold.
More times than any other,
the favorite of my Mother.
More times the dinner's label.
Center of the table.
...the wondrous marigold.
Still to this day I see them,
and wish to go and free them,
from their tiny plastic cell.
...the wondrous marigold.
And still, I dream of that fair garden,
where love would surely smother
me with hugs from Mother.
...my wondrous, loving Mother.
...my loving marigold.
Had a dream last night, I was the ruler of a land
Made weekends four days long, imagine if you can
How popular I was
Cheered and beloved
Then I woke and realized my job was a garbage man
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
"Eternal life, please."
"Sell all, give it, follow Me."
Away he went sad.
Floating on the winds
of summer, he glides with ease
towards the flowers;
selecting one he fancies,
monarch sits upon his throne
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Had a dream last night, I was the ruler of a land
Made weekends four days long, imagine if you can
How popular I was
Cheered and beloved
Then I woke and realized my job was a garbage man
I was placed by my peers as a Consul of Rome,
Teeming city it was that I'd always called home.
My fair wife was a slave I'd seen fit to set free,
But she chose to instead make a husband of me.
The gods seemed to smile upon us from on high,
And my only response was to merely ask, "Why?"
And the crowds in the streets adored me so much,
They beseeched me for mostly a look or a touch.
But I then was appointed Dictator for life,
Which the Senate saw only as a reason for strife.
They were wary of all that I did and I said
Out of fear that it somehow would leave them all dead.
So they hatched out a cowardly plot on my life
Which was shown in a dream to my faithful young wife.
I was lured to my doom, nonetheless, out of trust
In a "friend" whom I thought to be noble and just.
But these jealous old traitors guessed wildly wrong,
For, the love of the People flowed surpassingly strong.
And they chased all these killers completely from Rome
Touching torches to more than just one costly home.
By Apollo I bid you to see what derives
If it's in your own breast that green envy survives.
If you hope to extract what you want with a sword
You won't have long to wait for your own just reward.
HE FLOW PROMISES IN FAVOUR OF PEOPLE.
BUT THE TIME WAS TO EARN VOTES FROM PEOPLE.
HE WAS AGAINST THE BRUTE AND ABUSIVE ACTIONS.
WAS NOT HAP BUT NOURISH HIS IMAGE FOR THE NASTY ELECTIONS.
PROGRESS AND PEACE WAS THEIR SPEAKING IDIOM.
NOT AIM BUT IT WAS HIS SUPPORTS MEDIUM.
ON TIME OF ELECTION HE GAIN FULL SUPPORT.
PEOPLE HID ALL THEIR EMOTIONS AND MAKE HIM YAMA BY SUPPORT.
HABILE WINNER INVITE YARDFULL OF HIS GUESTS.
HE REVOLVE SAME BATON TO VAGUE INNOCENT REQUESTS.
ULCERATE THE VALLEY MORE THAN BEFOREHAND.
PROGRESS OF GRAVEYARDS LIKE DUNES OF SAND.
SWIPES ALL PEACE AND LOVE FROM THIS ATMOPHERE.
HE WAS THINKING THAT I AM ZEUS OF SPHERE.
FOR HIS ZEST HE FORGET THE VALUE OF CRESCENT.
SHEATH AND NOMADIZE THE LIFE OF INNOCENT.
HIS PROMISES WAS TO HALLOW THE LAND OF KASHMIR.
BUT BY BLOOD OF INNOCENTS IS BIG YANK FOR THE PEOPLE OF KASHMIR.
TODAY VOICES WERE AGAINST HIM AND HE SUPPRESS THEM WITH BULLETS.
PIERCE BRIDE’S FACE AND MOTHER’S LOVING SON BY PAINFULL PELLETS.
IMMOBILIZE AND DISABLE THE MOVE OF PEACEFUL PEOPLE.
HE NEVER HISTATE WHILE REMOVING EYES OF KIDS AND GENTLE.
HE IS NOT LORD, HE NEVER BE SO, BUT NOT LESS THAN DEVIL’S god.
WHAT HE SOW? OFCOURSE REWARD IS IN THE HANDS OF MY LORD
How to write about such a thing?
Stalin in his vacation train
across Ukraine to Sochi-
Eating and drinking,
full, talkative.
A smoke or two.
A nap.
And the children in the barracks
wanting only to die outside in the air,
brother clutching sister,
Sister sister.
Bread,
and then nothing.
Oysters, salmon, pork loin,
Steamed vegetables-wine.
He ate what they could not
imagine in a dream.
They dreamed of dying with the clouds.
He of wheat harvested
by skeletons.
You have the gene in you
and the potential is indeed luminous
but you want to roar
while still a mere cub.
Wait and pass through the test
cos if it's not a Lion
it can never be a Lion.
Being a part of the family isn't enough
being mentioned in the roll-call isn't final
if this makes you satisfied
then you are simply an added number
and a completer of the table
like the inert gas, neon.
You need not be a relative
to achieve in magnitude
the successes of Celine Dion.
But effective networks and good friends
are the only way
or else your hard work
will reap no rewards in eon.
But take note of your cliques
and peel from afar before coming close
or else your sight
will be bitten by the onion.
Dining with loud mouths
toiling with scoffers
and having a fool as your companion
are worse than sleeping with a red hot Iron.
Cling unto the tree of these lines
and chew from their sour produce
then shall you be a champion
and the mighty ruler of Zion.
April 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 6-9
Key Verse –1Chronicles 9:11 And Azariah the son of Hilkiah, the son of Meshullam, the son of Zadok, the son of Meraioth, the son of Ahitub, the ruler of the house of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WELL-BEING'S RULER
Lord God, You are my well-being's Ruler for my life-fulfillment
Thank You for Your carrying hands’ commitment
To set me over service-engagement
That brings me in Your blessings’ contentment.
Lord God, You are my well-being's Ruler for my readiness toward Your coming
Thank You for Your standing firmness, propping my righteous framing
To brace me upon Your holiness’ affirming
That sets me along diligent Gospel proclaiming.
Lord God, You are my well-being's Ruler for my dwelling in heavenly castle
Thank You for Your encompassing love around my earthly hassle
To hide me in Your refuge against worldliness’ bustle
That welcomes me compassionately and therein I serenely nestle.
Lord God, You are my well-being's Ruler for my spiritual choice
Thank You for Your guiding leadership that guards Christian poise
To enable me become victorious against distracting sinful noise
That blesses me while in Your care I do rejoice.
Lord God, You are my well-being's Ruler for my submission to Your perfect will
Thank You for Your reckoning judgment of truth and fairness-bill
To teach me ascend by faith toward triumph-hill
That secures me as I keep prayerfully still.
Lord God, You are my well-being's Ruler for my transgression-forgiveness
Thank You for Your pardoning kindness
To cleanse me with Your mercy of sanctification-fullness
That delights me to live for You by Your graciousness.
Lord God, You are my well-being's Ruler for my worship in Your sanctuary
Thank You for Your inviting warmth that vanquishes worry
To encourage me toward continuous sharing of Gospel story
That moves me to bear Your name, declaring Your salvation-glory.
April 12, 2023
A hyena lets out a chilling laugh
As lionesses feed on a downed giraffe
The felines will be outnumbered soon
By these vile and spotted goons
The lionesses have to turn tail
As the hyenas continue to wail
The hyenas start feasting on the prey,
But the lion will surely make them pay
As the maned beast comes into view
Hyenas flee, they know they're through
The lion wastes no time in killing the foe
He bites down hard, and won't let go
The king of beasts has laid down the law
As the hyena lays dead in its huge paws
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