Best Unleavened Poems
In Genesis
When
Abraham asked by Issac
"Father, where is the lamb?"
Abraham answered
" Son, God will provide a Lamb"
Abraham was
Faithful
Willing
Offered
His son
God
So loved
Abraham
Stopped him
And showed him
A RAM
Temporary sacrifice
John
Met Jesus
Baptized Him
The Holy Spirit
In the form of
A Dove
Landed on Him
Afterwards
John said,
"Behold
The Lamb
Of God
Who takes
Away
The sin
Of the world"
Take note
The sacrifice
Was supposed to be
A pure, unblemished
Young lamb
In Jewish law
Jesus was The Lamb
He was sacrificed...
1 Corinthians 5:7 Get rid of the old yeast, so that you may be a new unleavened batch-as you really are. For Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed.
John 1:29
New Living Translation
Jesus, the Lamb of God
29 The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, “Look! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!
Also look at Genesis 22: 8-14
I feel so freaking, God-like good;
I feel My chest-expanding heart
and the mad frenzy in My blood,
which tear My mind and soul apart!
These urgent voices in My head
reverberate and echo loud
memories and regrets now dead
and buried in a forsaken shroud;
they scream at Me, "You're the Devil!"
They prophesy the Anti-Christ,
and accuse Me of all the evil
since mankind first became enticed.
I refuse their shrill, satanic call;
and find in the Apocalypse
that God's avenging Angel of all
is Me who is the world's eclipse.
"Not Anti-Christ!" I now reply.
"Not Devil!" I begin to shriek,
"for the Lamb of the world am I,
the Lord's Messiah for the meek!"
Sinners will know their final hour;
they will drown in their anguished cries
when I at last will know My power,
and expose all their wicked lies!
In this soft, padded cell of white
they watch and look at Me with dread;
they view Me as a monstrous blight,
and starve Me with unleavened bread.
How long is My imprisonment?
I cannot guess, divine, or tell;
but from the look of that filament,
they can keep Me for quite a spell;
"Dear God! I hate these lousy drugs,"
I howl, "that they shoot in My ass!"
They hold Me down those stupid thugs,
injecting Thorazine so fast!
They fail to grasp the true reasons
why I'm here: I wish they could see
that I can forgive their treasons,
if they would just believe in Me?
Once free again I'll be reborn,
lifted up in divine Image;
I'll end man's need for drugs and p*rn;
and prepare them for God's Marriage.
So hear My law and injunction,
the lost will burn without release
once they all know My dominion:
only then will My Rapture cease!
Timely sifting, sets slowly drifting
lofty apart, aloof of sort
as lost ships, in tidal dips
as ocean attests, perils at best
sortie Est, sortie Quest
Through a remembered gate, serpent’s dream abates
love’s reasoning renewed, ego’s reasoning eschew
the garden that parts, by two reasonings sorts
the soul of flesh, from sacred heart in stash
begin again, O man of sin
stored wisdom is cash, of heaven’s stash
wisdom of counterfeit, as though a serpent’s ego spit
unleavened reasoning vs the reasoning with seasoning,
the cost not less than all, the serpent’s gall...
the ego spit, that caused the split
A soul becomes gold, by his protocol bold
a soul is made bold, of the sacred mold
timely sifting, ends all drifting
through remembered gate, love’s will abates
ego’s oblations, of satanic orientations
Selah
Inspired by TS Eliot poem “The Remembered Gate”
Stone Cold Statues
Clothe the saints.
Whosoever sees their flesh
will be damned to the great kiln.
I love their garments, the sculptor’s breath
on billowing stone, their faces white
like hosts of God turned man,
of bread turned God, and sinners
turned harmless in unleavened circles.
I am not of the miracle life.
I only understand the statues'
never-wavering watch as their
clothing flows obdurately soft.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
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a piece of unleavened bread
wine – fruit of the vine
a feast of Holy Spirit
fills my hungry soul
with your gift of love
redemption
Lord!
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Inspired
by the Holy Bible
Luke: Chapter 22: 7-23
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Awarded: First Place
John Heck's Epulaeryu contest
There is a blanket of yellow love.
She wrote to me of it
In an unleavened light letter,
Where my god is your god, and
Sudden drops of bereavement
leave a love nest of hands,
Making certain you knew you were part of the whole,
A vibrant pulsating joy button.
Your hands are there to hold not swat.
"Bread" in German is "Brot."
Wine, bread, bitter herbs
Blood, body, sin, suffering
This is Passover
in old and new Testaments
Love means Sacrifice
(c)Anil Deo, 11 April 2017
Shalom shalom, Happy Passover to all Jews and Christians. During Passover Jesus instituted the Holy Communion summed up in "unleavened bread & wine."
PRAY FOR THE PEACE OF JERUSALEM: "Sha'alu Shalom Yerushalayim." Ps 122:6
Few hearts to mortals given
who seek and breathe design
who will not settle for less than what
gives full surrender to heart and mind
My mind was ever moving
in regions dark to thee
with depth that groaned to be inspired
through a force outside of me
You were day with evening blending
a mystery laden neath a wall
who begged my spirit forth to bending
that first not yours would fall
I ran upon your walls
with the hoof and seal of Rome
Then sank my heart from a summer sky
Thy defenses too strong and high
Though I knew you and I were one of a kind
fit by design, body soul and mind
You would not let me be your light
as when sun calls moon to sky
I too feared to beg of heaven
for more than lonely loved
Then lost my soul a bread unleavened
trading fire for fantasy indulged
The cautious ones would shake their heads
and say perfection cannot be
This Dream I have is but a dream
unknown to life's reality
But thou perhaps, dost also dream
I know you think the same as I
That those will never know the best
who have no faith nor dared to try
Infinity was not nearly enough
Infinity inverted to me was love
Timeless for all direction
companion beyond all typical affection
And I from mortal cloth had cut
to know what lies beneath your walls
shown to me and for the what
the sin for which all angels fall
To guard thyself
Though in darkness be
Vulnerability shall mean salvation for thee
Today sweet light has shinned for me
Though Rome was not built in a day
Still, it's glorious beauty waved
Servian gates fell open both ways
and all its defenses fell by the way
Just breathe!
Be filled with this morsel of belief...
There just may be life after death
an inspiration beyond myself
Gods of the tears be stilled and sleep
for this portion granted me
So long lay prostrate face to ground
now stand on feeble knees
For you have bestowed thy greatest gift
your immortal power to believe
I lay my body on this heap,
My eyes are weary and longing for sleep.
As the world gets darker and begins to swirl,
For this poet has found comfort in a suicide pill.
My body will be found stiff and chilled
With a note that says “Kiss my ass you cruel world”
I... just..wanted to be loved you see
And the one I love does not belong to me
I... saw her today at the train station
I felt that emotional possessive fixation
She... was...astonishingly radiant, too beautiful to mention
My curse, Gods... perfect invention
Just to think one year ago
I was smelling her, touching her kissing and making love to her you know
Now... I’m tired... life is not the same
How I crave for the innocence of my youth again
To restore my chance to have life in heaven
To rid this curse and make me unleavened
But the chances of that happening are slim to none
So kiss my ass world and the rest of you, have fun
As I lay my head on this bed
I hope to get it right and they will find me dead.
Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread
Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds
What a splendid night it is!
Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk
During this meaningful night
There's moments of quietude
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness
On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor
During this night of pure bliss
I saw her sitting placidly on a wide stone
Sucking sweet strawberries.
She picked a fruit
Pinching the leaves and sucked on the fruit.
She was completely oblivious of me
Despite that I was one of her regular buyers.
A slight warm breeze flowed from a near by field.
Rows and rows of plants with pods of broad beans
Hanging from the stems,
Young tender beans so sweet in flavour.
I love the taste of unleavened bread,
Saturated with strong olive oil, tomato paste,
Capers and sliced olives and beans.
A glass of beer would compliment all.
The young woman now looked at me.
I asked to buy some beans.
We did not haggle.
But I had to pick the pods myself!
On my return I saw she still sucked strawberries.
She stood up to receive the money.
I stood still watching the red wet mouth.
Impulsively I kissed her.
She did not resist.
She smiled and handed me a small container
Full of lovely red strawberries.
She smiled and sweetly said:
Compliments of a kiss.
Cracked unleavened bread
His life recorded in red
He died in my stead
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." Hellen Keller
Snow-tipped mountains ranged around the prairie,
Small rivulets wavered down the steep sides,
Spreading nutriments, flourishing flowers.
Bright red poppies, and yellow celandines
Swayed all around, as a balmy breeze blew.
Aiding agile grey geese gracefully glide.
Above the shade of a cluster of oaks.
A few old men tended a flock of sheep,
Most chewed unleavened bread, nibbling on cheese.
Till to a tavern they'd go, to drink beer.
Placed 1
Six months ago, you followed me home,
A tiny, black, and blue-eyed gnome
It was late in September,
I so clearly remember
You moved right on in,
Made friends with your furry kin –
Always alert, in some kind of hurry
Just the sight of you would erase any worry
That shadowed my mind –
Your bright spirit would blind
Me to everything but joy,
My delightful dear boy!
Those short six months you shared
With me and cared for me
I am so deeply grateful for
And now you’ve passed through Heaven’s door
I thank you so much and cherish
Our time – your gift of joy can never perish
I’m so grateful you chose to be
My friend – you’re forever close to me
I sadly, deeply mourn your passing,
Yet know your life’s a blessing
And I’ll never, ever regret,
Nor can I ever forget
The shining joy you always brought
You’ll live forever in my thought,
So I say, Taz, let’s celebrate
Our love, it’ll never abate
We’ll meet again,
This isn’t the end –
Save a spot in Heaven
I know we’ll meet again
Yes, save a spot for me, my friend,
My grief will be soon unleavened
So save a spot for me, my friend,
We’ll meet again in Heaven
Occasionally I dream.
Black ominous spots in my closed eyes.
Dreams I never remember,
Dreams I don't want to remember.
For when I do I cringe with fear
Sit in a corner of my darkened room,
Trying unsuccessfully to forget.
Fitful recurring dreams,
That leaves the palate dry,
Devoid of savored zest,
Flat as unleavened bread.
Dark shadows in a dark room,
Swirling, gasping, mutely roaring,
Ugly, brusque, dyspeptic, and morose.
It gyrates meaninglessly in the void,
A menacing, unpleasant stench
That eventually dissolves into nothingness.
Dreams orchestrated to confuse,
Meant to gradually unhinge the mind.
So occasionally I dream.
The rest I am awake to face
The terrors of the night.
Note: I wrote this poem in 2003. never posted as far as I know. Sometimes I enjoy dark poems but they are FICTIONAL.