Best Tarsus Poems
There was a man from Tarsus
whose name was Saul
who did all he could
to make Christians to fall
But one day he took a trip
to Damascus was his aim
but God met him on the road
and his life was never the same
On that conversion road
his eyes became blind
till God’s light shined
to bring him a enlightened mind
From that day forth
he was known as Paul
for he took God’s truth
all over to one and all
Much suffering he received
persecution, strife and near death
for the sake of the gospel
he sought to speak its vital breath
Much time he spent in prison
but God used his time for good
Paul there did write many letters
for the churches spiritual food
This man thus became known
as Paul the godly apostle
one who met the risen Christ
his life was indeed colossal
Paul’s legacy was his writings
which we still have today
to disciple, instruct and teach us
so we know how to obey
His life came to a tragic end
in AD60 when in Rome
Nero sentenced the apostle to his death
in doing so Paul came eternally home
What a story his life was
as God made him his own
releasing him from satin’s grip
the purpose to make Christ known
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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets
The Princess Anna stood
arms half-akimbo
at the scrawny edge of the receding bank
her Polonaise pollarded down
to her exposed tarsus heels
A wilting comb of fern and shrivelled grass
still clinging to her rump
mud trailing in crusty clumps around the soles
half exposed at the base of the trunk
A soft curling gust about her waist
shook the panticles of her bells
light translucent purple corolla
peeling tinnitus at her lobes
out of the gathering Siberian clouds
sounded like her father calling:
“ Pavlovnia! Pavlovnia! My Darling!
Shake! Shake! Your ample locks!
And let your capsicles pop and drop
Your myriad minute pods
Wafting towards Tsarist towers
Tintinnabulating on troikas and travois! ”
“ Hélas! Hélas! My Royal Pa!
I’m wed for life to nether water-logged land
See how the wind furrows the leathery waters
Licking and tickling my bared soles!
Here with one sawn shoulder and one twisted arm
My hip sags with each dastardly axe-raised slap
Leaning onto the other talus’s side
They say it’s for my own own good
My head was severed at the start
My heart-shaped tresses thick in the heat
Now float on the faint muddy bank tide!
I dream of the day
My Phoenix tubers will climb
And seek the sunrise over the Eastern divide
In lands where the waters drain
Whole crowns of dark-green broccoli buds
Before the sun goes down in the Taiga! “
“ O! I’ll tell your whey-faced mother, My Dear!
Her eyes look long past the Western Gate!
Till your timbers all grow strong with sheen
And we’ll look for a handsome Prince, My Dear!
Sturdy as oak-bound sails on brine!
O! We’ll cut and soothe the grainy boards
Till the dressing-chest’s adorned
With trefoil liana round mirrors and knobs
On the day of your dowry’s prize
For you! For you alone! My Dear!
Down in the lowlands shut in fear! “
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
The man from Tarsus, in Cilicia, in modern-day Turkey
bloodline of the Hebrews and Israelites of the Tribe of Benjamin.
by racial ancestry Israelite
by citizenship Roman
by religion a follower of Judaism
born and raised among Greek culture
Educated in Jerusalem under Gamaliel
grandson of Hillel,
the founder of the most influential rabbinical school of Judaism
the president of the Sanhedrin
trained in Jewish laws and customs
an ardent student of Pharisaism and a strict follower of the Torah
Outstanding figure in the history of Christianity
converted to faith in Jesus Christ
preaching Christ in the synagogues of Damascus
introduced to the Apostles by Barnabas, the son of consolation
spake boldly in the name of the Lord Jesus and disputed against the Grecians
responsible for the acceptance of the Gospel by the Grecians of Antioch
Champion and hero in the Christian faith
enormous influence on subsequent Christianity
was delivered out of the mouth of the lion.”
traveling to the “Land of the Gentiles”
preached the Gospel to the Britons and others in the West.
left memory of his presence and ministry in Malta and london.
Was kept under house arrest for two years awaiting trial
inprisoned in the Mamertine prison.
suffered martyrdom
spent two years under house arrest, after which he died.
through his writing, he gave hope to everyone belonging to Christ,
dead or alive, that they would be saved.
Amen
On The Road To Damascus Part Two
By Roy Merritt
(A humorous take on the life of the Apostle Paul)
That was my first journey on my second Peter became a friend
And with him I debated the Gentiles and foreskin
He said they had to cut it because the Jews they surely do
And I asked him why they should if none of them a Jew
Jesus is for one and all and that means everyone
He sits on God’s right hand side and He God’s only son
And so we left in disagreement we left there in time
Me disappointed in Peter who with Gentiles wouldn’t dine
I went where I may then and those who me heard
I converted all for my Jesus as I spread the word
I was even shipwrecked on Malta but little did I care
As long as I had an audience and with them the word to share
I even went to Spain and Britain along my wandering way
That’s why I write in English that’s all I’ve got to say
A plot then sent me to Caesarea two years I was in the pen
Two years in this prison for they wish to do me in
And I eventually petitioned Rome for Roman that I be
I appealed to mighty Caesar and petitioned to be free
And that’s where I wound up that’s where I did go
And lost my head to Caesar because he hated Christians so
And yet my letters to the Christians to those I’d set free
Did the most of any and all to spread Christianity
Pope Clement called me the Herald the Herald of the west
And of all in the Gospel I spread the Gospel best
And so now I room with Jesus, Jesus Christ he’s my mate
Because of all that I did spreading the Christian faith
And to this day I’m celebrated the most significant of overall
I was once Saul of Tarsus but now they call me Paul
Inspired by but not written for a contest
I once knew a man from Tarsus
He had only one way of catharsis
He would sit on a pot,
and release all he'd got
Stressing his point with an arsis
You gave them generously
Albert Einstein, generous brain to experiment
Napoleon Bonaparte, generous mouth to command
Pele generous legs to play balls and score goals
Winston Churchill generous lips of oratory
Karl Marx, generous mind to philosophize
Paul of Tarsus generous spirit to convert
Shakespeare generous fingers to write
Neil Armstrong generous courage for the moon
What about me, the Generous Giver?
Tell me what you have given me generously!
Only appetite to confuse, to hate, to lie idle!
to destroy creation, to slander, to deny truth!
You tell me to discover but the world veils
You tell me to work hard but the world blocks
Let me know, let me know, let me know!
My soul shall not rest till I know!
November 16 2015
Ezekiel 13:1-6
Morning message from port Wentworth Georgia to those who will hear
Here the prophet Ezekiel lashes out against the false prophets of Israel, because face it
P S ers and friends, the world us full of sanhedrinites. as well as other things.
How often has the church to which toy or I belong condemned others only to themselves be guilty if the same? Will you , will I not be made cleansed to do right?
Where are the Pauls of Tarsus today. Will not one or more rise to condemn the Sanderson of today, this current world systemic order.
Are you am I just sheep to be led along with rings in our nose like some willing drugged bull?
CHRIST JESUS OPEN OUR BLINDED EYES WE HAVE BEEN ASLEEP TOO LONG
I travelled to Tarsus thinking thoughtfully
Historical ghosts gave welcoming greetings
Well how do you do? Echoing idioms in ears
Speaking Greek, and gnosis; knowing generations
They surrounded, the simple serious spectator
Hoping to scare, hellish hollering, to humble
Teeth chattering, to not totally tumble
Onward, no humbling to unholy hellians
©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved
MUSE OR WHAT ?
Poetry it seems to me
Has to be a sacred part my life
A true, real thing, a holy thing to see
An incident, a sight, a man or wife.
Someone reading my poetic shrines
Will be able to know me well,
Able to read between the lines
And know more than I can tell.
When I write, the poem often takes
Command and steers the ideas.
The verse releases the brakes,
Points the way to panaceas,
Purification, purging like a woman’s tears.
It’s what what they call catharsis:
Emotional cleansing, release of fears:
Like Damascus Road and Paul of Tarsus.
God wrote his word into the minds of men through “revelation” without a flaw and in total truth.
The Bible is the inerrant word of God, unending wisdom, prophecy of perfectly accurate accounts of what is to come. Never wrong,
hidden events that only come out in God’s timeline and never fails. World event cast in stone.
The Jew, who have survived all the kingdoms that enslaved them and tried to erase them from history and now those kingdoms have recanted their power to the dust of time and I muse that Israel is the strongest country in the world due to the fact that the hand of God is on them.
They failed to recognize their Messiah and crucified him on the cross, thus losing the chance to transfer salvation to the gentile world. God instead chose a “Jesus hating” Jew and converted him as he traveled on the road to Damascus. Soul of Tarsus, who later became known as Paul, brought the Gospel of Grace by Faith in the Death, Burial, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ to all men.
The Bible says that the Jew will be a stumbling stone. God said that he would curse them that curse Israel, and bless them that bless Israel. The Jew have blessed the world through their intellect in the fields of medicine and technology but more important for the Gentil they brought him salvation through Jesus Christ. The Jew for whom God said that he would make the desert bloom again and Israel grows some of the best produce in the world.
The Jew, if not for one man would have lost their language, retained it and it is spoken today.
Israel belongs to God and Jerusalem is God’s city. Israel will never be defeated as a nation. The Jew is a witness for creation and God has revealed himself through them and the Holy Bible. God will deal with the nation of Israel after the rapture of the church.
I ponder on this and marvel at such a tiny country, so prominent in the Bible is so prominent today. A country about the size of New Jersey and surrounded by her enemies. It defies logic. What other country so small, could stand up to such hate and why such hate. Only Israel and Bible truth can be the answer.
When we were
boys and girls
we reasoned as children.
Now that we are grown up,
let's act as adults... !
Threefold darkness !
A mystery by which creation
Received light that frees mankind
From stronghold of darkness
It started with the son of Amittai
Who needed three dark nights in a fish
Deep in the belly of Ocean
To save a city under siege of darkness
For the man of Tarsus
Three blind nights for a wizard of law
To handle the torch required
To lit shrines of the gentiles
And halt incense from dark altars
On the day of eternal jungle justice
When king of light was the scapegoat
To bear burden of the sinful nature
An eclipse quenched the noon sun
For one-two-three dark hours
Grave received his lifeless battered body
Hell watched for almost three darkness
As equation of destiny was balanced
To fulfill claims of divine justice
Upon his emergence from Hades
The abode of light was opened
This light saints now carry around
Illuminating dark covens and prisons
To set free precious souls
Long held in dungeon.
Joseph,a levite from Cyrprus,fair
Displayed his gifts with loving care;
A son of encouragment,he was called
This bold Barnbas of old.
The first advocate for Tarsus,Saul
With words he smoothed the path for Paul;
Then to Antiocn,post haste was sent,
To nuture young Christians he was lent;
A teacher,prophet of the Lord
With the apostles he spread the word,
Enduring dangers he fulfilled his call,
A man of principle...example to all.
In living's realm, it's Christ I find,
In His embrace, my soul aligned.
To die, the gain, a higher plane,
Beyond the mortal, I'll attain.
Transcendent journey, soul's ascent,
Through life and death, my faith unbent.
In Christ's embrace, I find my breath,
In heavenly realms, I'll conquer death.
In every moment, Christ I see,
His love and grace, my sanctuary.
Through life's embrace, my purpose clear,
In death's release, no trace of fear.
For to me, to live as Christ's part,
His guiding light within my heart.
To die, a gain, I shall proclaim,
In Christ's embrace, forever claim.
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock at the door.
I AM that light, foretold of yore.
My blood-soaked cross heals darkness sore.
Shun your ire, abandon peril.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
Waves of angst, orations would quell.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
In his dread, Paul's better angels
Had encamped; toward love, he swayed.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.