Best Testament Poems
Abigail’s Spring
Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color in the sky;
Urging empty branches and shivering wheat
Lift up their eyes from bruising rains
And crushing chill of wilderness storms;
Seeing here howling tirades of blizzards
Trade places with long sunbeams stretching slowly
Across my sun starved shadow, warming the winter’s wildness -
Coaxing pale green shoots to peek timidly at meadows
Covered with patchwork quilts of blue and yellow -
Orange scattered across arching hills –
Welcoming the face of spring with arms spread wide;
Listening for the bleating of black faced sheep
When they shed their fleecy coats;
Not looking back into the breath of moaning winds,
Longing sighs transformed into shouts of laughter
Chase themselves across the plains in children’s games;
My spirit, once wrapped in hibernation, feels the changing of the wind
Running up the road – knocking on the gate -
With a moveable feast born of abundance;
Stone cold frozen heart beats again in rhythm with gracious blessings
As the simple sparrow teaches
Her young to fly with the morning light
Rejoicing on warm nights filled with songs of mourning doves –
My face turns - embracing this greening valley -
As spring sprints breathlessly up the path.
April, 2020
Contest: Personal Favorite No. 2
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
5/16/20
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines
First place - Brian Strand Your Choice B - 5/17/20
Number 1 Best New Poem - 6/13-20
Poem of the Week - 6/20/20
First place - Brian's Choice G 6-21-20 - Brian Strand
First place Your Best Poem of 2020 - John Hamilton
Top Ten, #10, Poet Destroyer 11/7/20
Chosen for publication in PS It's Poetry
My father's abeng blew up my mother's womb
And I was chained there
Nine months in darkness drinking blood
Longing for my resurrection from the tomb
Longing to break the chains
Holding me before my birth to a carnal earth
Longing to stop him pounding
Pounding on the door of my bereft eternity
I carrying the weight of him already
The weight of them against the gravity
Of my life. My wings folded
Longing wield sword edge of flight against the sun
I burdened to undo what already is done
Have no finality here.
Look at me like an eagle flying in the sun
Blood dripping from my talons when the flight is done
O let me cleanse the world again
In the red flood that alters pain.
One day I was born screaming for a cause
I could not take kindly to tradition
Slapping black and blue a baby's **** ... laws
Must have been broken to beat the innocent
Unless it is a crime to come into this earth
To carry so much legacy
From maroon history to Jesus Christ, blacklisted
Like my my forebears: Shaka
Father of my grandfather's mother,
My other grandfather, Accompong warrior
Slain between the stones of Holland Estate and Mountain
Bridging the way for fleeing slaves
I come Cudjo less, Nanny less, merciless
Carrying on the war of generations
Calling no more for repatriation but reparation
Of human rights, human dignity, and racial sovereignty
Where Africa may find again its concord
Without false treaty and flimsy accord
Raping the Congo of natural resources and life
I come, the bushing through guinea grass
Tumbling kingdoms with wisdom and knife.
For this I was born, beaten at birth
Given resurrection from the night of earth.
My father sought to be civilize
Recite poems of Britannia's might and lies
And I, I was singing with the night
Reading a long history of pain to make write
Of my own proclamations, to declare
I shall not bend my knees, nor walk in fear
Where death measure us in dust
And vampires and conquistadores lust
For El Dorado buried in my disgust.
I am a man, and I will make my monument of truth
Upon the gravestone of the brute.
Being of sound mind
and rational thought,
I bequeath
willfully and voluntarily,
To the stars my dreams
To the winds my wishes and whims
My foibles and follies
to the meandering streams,
To the clouds go my tears
My heartaches and pains
to the mountains to bear
and my ashes strewn over
the plains, dales and valleys.
Shove my poems in a chest
and toss overboard in to
the bosom of the sea…
perchance it washes ashore some day.
~07/29/2017
~A Stunner 2017 contest by Line Gauthier
~A Brian Strand contest
I have wronged a great poet
One I looked up to
Admired and did not know it
I was bold in my speech
Without knowing
What she had to teach
The wounds are deep
Beyond repair
Now emotional blood will always seep
I am undone in something I didn’t understand
I brought shame on myself
And this was done by my hand
So I will delete my poetry soup account
This is my last will and testament
Goodbye good luck, from the mad poet signing out
A TESTAMENT OF LOVE I DESIRE YOU BEAUTIFUL WOMAN OF GOD---
Oh, beautiful
Beautiful woman
Beautiful woman of God
I love you more than you know
Oh, beautiful
I love you more than the ocean
I love you more than the highest mountain
Beautiful
Beautiful woman
Your determination to praise our King
Makes me more wanna worship Him
And I adore the way, you pray
I love the prayers you pray
And most of all
You have a beautiful soul
Beautiful
Beautiful woman
Oh, beautiful
Beautiful woman
Beautiful woman of God
I love you more than you know
Oh, beautiful
I love you more than the ocean
I love you more than the highest mountain
And your worship is you love God first
And your love is the worth to wait
You put God first and that’s the way it should be
But I would ask of you Godly woman is that you also share your love with me
Beautiful
Beautiful woman
Oh, beautiful
Beautiful woman
Beautiful woman of God
I love you more than you know
Oh, beautiful
I love you more than the ocean
I love you more than the highest mountain
God has place you on this earth for me
I am shearching for a Godly woman to love
And you’re the one send from on high
Will you allow me to be your guy
12-7-18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
You don't need to have richness here on earth,
I am just plain and ordinary, a commoner you can live by ...
I don't need to have silver, gold and diamonds,
You don't need to buy me one in jewelry stores...
I just need your heart to love me faithfully and ceaselessly
Because true love is, as precious as silver, gold and diamonds...
You don't need to have lands to build a big mansion for me...
I just need your arms to keep me safe and warm, when I'm afraid and cold...
You don't need to have a car, to drive me everywhere,
Or an airplane to watch the clouds as we go higher
You don't need to have a boat just to explore with me in the ocean...
Your feet are enough to walk with me every day, 'till sun and moon rise...
You don't need to have millions or billions on your account
I can live an easy life and receive what you can offer me, and give...
I only need are your hands to hold me tight, as we grow old together
I don't need richness here on earth, with you in my life is more than enough....
If you only knew... that this is the last will and testament of my heart...
Joseph His servant
Enslaved by those in the dark
A female falsely accused
Delivered by God
Displayed a heart of pure gold
True testament of God’s love
Comments: One does not have to look too far in today's society to find a modern
day Joseph. The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7. A Sedoka,
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing
perspectives. The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following
syllable counts: 5/7/7. This Sedoka highlights Joseph, God’s noble servant and
dreamer
She was gazing at the immaculate beauty
A sunset melting golddrops in the horizon.
A combustion of pink and purple in dusk
igniting a ruby fire in the twilight canvas.
He was gazing into her beautiful eyes,
brownish blue, infusing a calm comfort.
A pastel sky in shades of soft fuchsia,
coalescing a marmalade with mauve.
Ribbons of colors drizzled honey,
idyllic moments enveloped in love.
lingering sunrays outlined a dream,
cicadas sang in blue background.
They wished the sun would never end
looking for a shelter in night's doorway.
But the sun must set to rise elsewhere,
this testament of love, only once a day.
Between the pages
I find our love still glowing
First rose you gave me
~~~~~
Author: Elane Cecelia George, of Canada
The Word of Eternal God
Which is the power of Eternal God for salvation to everyone who has faith
Is set forth
Displays its power in a most wonderful way in the writings of the New Testament
Which hand on the ultimate truth of Eternal God’s Revelation
Their central object is Jesus or Father Christ
Eternal God’s incarnate Son
His acts
Teachings
Mission and glorification
His Church’s beginnings under the spirit’s guidance
The Gospels are the heart of all Scriptures
Because they are our principal source for the life
Teaching of the incarnate Word
Our Savior
We can distinguish three stages in the formation of the Gospels
The life and teaching of Jesus or Father Christ
The Church holds firmly that the four Gospels
Whose historicity she unhesitatingly affirms
Faithfully hand on what Jesus
The Eternal Son of Eternal God
While He lived among men
Really did and taught for their salvation
Until the day when He was taken up
The oral tradition
For
After the ascension of the Lord
The apostles handed onto their hearers what they had said and done
But with fuller understanding which they
Instructed by the glorious events of Father Christ
Enlightened by the spirit of truth
Now enjoyed
The written Gospels
The sacred authors
In writing the four gospels
Selected certain of the many elements which had been handed on
Either orally or already in written form
Others they senthesized or explained with an eye to the situation of the Churches
While sustaining the form of preaching
But always in such a fashion that they have told us the honest truth about Jesus
The fourfold Gospel holds a unique place in the Church
As is evident both in the veneration which the liturgy accords it
In surpassing attraction it has exercised on the saints at all times
There is no doctrine which could be better
More precious
More splendid than the text of the Gospel
Behold and retain what our Lord and Master
Father Christ
Has taught by His words and accomplished by His deeds
But above all it’s the Gospels that occupy my mind when I’m at prayer
My poor soul has so many needs
Yet this is the one thing needful
I’m always finding fresh lights there
Hidden and enthralling meanings
1242015
It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes 46 books for the Old Testament
45 if we account Jeremiah and Lamentations as one
The Old Testament is dispensable part of Sacred Scripture
Its books are divinely inspired and
Retain a permanent value
For the Old Covenant has never been revoked
Indeed
The economy of the Old Testament was deliberately so oriented
That it should prepare for and declare in prophecy in the coming of Father Christ
Redeemer of all men
Even though they contain matters imperfect and provisional
The books of the Old Testament
Bear witness to the divine pedagogy of Eternal God’s saving love
These writings are a storehouse of sublime teaching of Eternal God and
Of sound wisdom on human life
As well as a wonderful treasury of prayers
In them
Too
The mystery of our salvation is present in a hidden way
Christians venerate the Old Testament as true Word of Eternal God
The Church has always vigorously opposed
The idea of rejecting the Old Testament
Under the pretext that the New
Has rendered it void (Marcionism.
What have you done to your eager young sons
where will they hide now from the searing sun
and what Jordan river will wash off their pain
your gods were forgotten in your hurry to aim
and the holiest of places are no longer within reaching
and the hopes of the many are drowned by the foolish
we grow feckless and fearful and can no longer see them
their books are unread and unuttered forever
this infection grows scabs all over our bodies
and the fairest of faces turns a dark ugly pallor
our thoughts are distorted by soulless mad leaders
and our fields are grown weary of growing our bounty
and winds bringing clouds never release their waters
and the dry, warring fields of faraway places
are filled with fresh holes of the people who walked there
and we never once lifted a hand to defend them
and the sand in our faces we'll never inherit
and the righteous bold fruits of the mighty have rotted
their tongues of salvation are shriveling inside them
and the voices of liberty are empty and hollow
may the god of our fathers bring ashes and sorrow
and the end is a welcome change to our blood letting
the rivers that watered and cooled and once fed us
are swirling in angry revenge all around us
a pillar of salt is all that is left standing.
Your Genes is (GENESIS) in the image of GOD. We have visited a strange dust. Most of us (Moses) preachers were sent that we can preach the exist of old dust (EXODUS). Then GOD decided to give the Priesthood a run (Aaron). He call him a Levi. Today a Levi it is us (LEVITICUS); ministers who carry the Word of GOD. As a preacher there are a NUMBER of things you must remember. First you remember that duty runs on me (DEUTERONOMY). Secondly remember, it is just a way (JOSHUA) HE JUDGES the tRUTH.
FIRST SAMUEL annointed Saul King, SECOND SAMUEL anointed David King. That's two Kings, FIRST KINGS AND SECOND KINGS. Everything done was record in a FIRST CHRONICLES and SECOND CHRONICLES order. EZRA and NEHEMIAH asked her (ESTHER) for a job (JOB). David sums (PSALMS) it all up as Solomon probed the verbs (PROVERBS). Yet Solomon, he pleased the ashes (ECCLESIATES) for all was vanity. This caused him to sing a SONG OF SOLOMON. It goes lke this:
I say ah (ISAIAH) JERIMIAH you have many LAMENTATIONS. Are you lamenting for the king because he seeks to kill (EZEKIEL) DANIEL Ho! Ho! Ho say (HOSEA), JOEL and AMOS let the old beat die (OBDIAH). Show nuff (JONAH) let it die. MICAH, NAHUM, HABAKKUK and ZEPHANIAH...hey guys (HAGGAI). He then sang ZECHARIAH mellow hi! (MALACHI). What a song he sang. He was known as SOLO MAN (SOLOMON).
This can be found in my book called "The Yellow Pages...A Directory From God
Copyrights @1994
GOD SPOKE AND I WROTE
Dear,
To whom it may concern
This is my last Will and Testament
I, Eric being of brainwashed mind and owned body
Bequeath the following worldly possessions
To the government,
I leave my mind
For which you have programmed for years
I leave my eyes
Which you have blinded from the truth
I leave my ears
Which you have filled with lies
I leave my body
Which you branded a slave long ago
You may also keep my death benefit of $255.00 dollars
For it is a humorous tribute of my worth in your eyes
I suggest you buy booze with it
To toast my untimely demise at your hands
As for the remainder of my estate
Please sell them to the highest bidder
To help bailout another failed mess
Brought on by the corruption you made your bed with
All that I ask is that you keep my ass
So you can kiss it on my way out
Sincerely,
Your slave
Eric (and sometimes not)
Firm old man
Obstinate ways;
Will and testament
Lawyer consult
Due diligence;
Making a will
Retirement daze
So much to learn;
At my own pace
Human nature
To nurture;
Null and void
Means testing
Between old flames;
Wants and needs clash
Beauty greets
Truth is silent;
Love presides
Calm in chaos,
Stillness moves;
Cause and effect
Mindful knowing
Worldly ways;
No-thing fills void
Go beyond things
To unseen grace;
Herein is home
Learn to "Let Go"
See how you feel;
Embrace blissful rapture
Noise and conflict,
Opposing ideas;
Plunge into storm's eye!
Fatigue funnels
Body battery flat;
Deep sleep recharges
Echoes fade away
Dying day liberates;
Flight of night visions
Heavy eyelids
Boulders crashing;
Rejuvenation begins
There is a gap
In between takes;
Point of pure peace
Words like notes
Musical scales rhyme;
Poetic impulse
Conflict
Collision;
Cacophony
Tale for sale
Malt and ale;
Booze never fails
Wine culture
Red and white;
Sensory exfoliation
Hello
Small talk;
Goodbye
Listen
Rumour has it;
Be happy now
Rumour
Riot;
Reaping
Twilight and luna
Lunatic wiles;
Moon glow magnetic
At the end
Start again;
At the beginning
At the start
End again;
At the ending
Three simple lines
Touch of magic;
Haiku fragment
Good day
Good night
Goodbye
Leon Enriquez
29 Apr 2014
Singapore