Best Unleavened Bread Poems
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!
Categories:
unleavened bread, drug, gothic, imagination, psychological,
Form:
Bio
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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
Categories:
unleavened bread, faith, food, hope, life,
Form:
Epulaeryu
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
Categories:
unleavened bread, allegory, celebration, christian, easter,
Form:
Tanka
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
Categories:
unleavened bread, animal, beauty, death, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
unleavened bread, fruit, kiss,
Form:
Free verse
Cracked unleavened bread
His life recorded in red
He died in my stead
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
Categories:
unleavened bread, devotion,
Form:
Senryu
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.
Categories:
unleavened bread, dark, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Roman Candle
I lost your respect
Soon I felt like your insect
Dodging your repellant.
And your constant inspection.
Once spoon
Fed the
Nourishing
Golden honey
Of your love
Without notice
Left in the cold
With a mighty shove
And without any money.
How could a love
As hot as a
Sparkling Roman candle
Fizzle out to be
As cold and dead
As a frozen pan handler?
You were my
Manna from heaven
Now you’re my bite
Of bitter unleavened bread.
Most days now I
Walk around
As if I’m dead
Without you
In my bed.
How could such
Loving things be said,
When none of them
Could possibly be kept?
Because of you
I’ve
Wept
Wept
And Wept.
Didn’t I at least
Deserve an
Ounce of
Your respect?
Categories:
unleavened bread, lost love
Form:
Monorhyme
I was on path when I came to a fork in the tongue
And with a simple sinful flick I was flung.
Onto the path that the world traveled.
Trekking on only to see their world unraveled.
But I bumped and grinded on the edge of a slippery slope
So when I slipped I used my knowledge to cope.
I survived my decline much like Miley Cyrus,
Instead of seeking the Lord’s knowledge in the Papyrus.
Like Eminem I was full of myself but I still had had a hunger
That would not let me hear the beautiful things by Gungor.
I tossed my wonderfully made soul around like a pair of dice
Rejecting the teachings that would lead to para para para dise.
Because how can you stomach the idea of second place
With YMCA trophies to show that everybody wins the race.
The prizes are so blinding it makes it hard for us to hear.
Train all you want, the finish line you will never clear.
We possess no power to turn our deaths into Life.
So we needed a savior to save us from our strife.
Passover lambs, unleavened bread and bloody sweat
Accompanied the only death we will never regret.
With the fare of 30 pieces of silver paid, he boarded the cross
And the heavenly conception would appear to be a loss.
The chief priests and lawmakers begin to feign
And a Pilate washed his hands and started the plane
That would begin the don’t stop believing journey
Because Jesus came to fulfill the law unlike an attorney.
He had to sacrifice his Son on a hill to show man.
Then he raised him up like Josh Groban.
And yet we still can’t work our deaths into good
It is the birth, life, death, and resurrection that will get us into the heavenly neighborhood.
Categories:
unleavened bread, religion, religious, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
The proverbial all pervading calm and inner peace,
Stability is what we choose to call it- to earn greens,
To eat them, to share it or to control it. So escapable
Yet, always avoided. The veil of contentment ever
So fallible.
Moving from thatched roofs to brick and mortar,
Crawling from unleavened bread to croissant and
From the hard cold ground to the fluffy bed of roses-
We cry, we try, we fall and we die, but then there's
This small moment of rise.
Unseen, often unfelt, unknown and yet mildly present.
The only pure drop of human essence that is- but a drop;
Yet, if embraced it presents enlightened apes with wings to
Soar beyond the cutlery and the bed and diamonds and
Roofs. Its there but never yet...
Why do I the naive poet type my verses on this machine?
Why does the rickshaw puller not opt to buy a higher
Mechanism of sustenance? Why do you think of conquering
The space while the same increases in light years between us?
Where is that drop? That essence of intended genetics?
Or maybe intended is what we make of it. Individual freedom
And the consequent 'progress' or digress. A place where graffiti
Almost topples the la politica and, deaths of millions and voices
Of the troubled are channeled like the AM frequency. A drop to
Each one of you dear mortals!
Breathing free sans the fear of someone at the door, sleeping
In peace sans the unrest within, listening to the wind without
A play button to press and walking the muddied path without
The cacophony of horns. Some of the things we inherently want
When the body is born naked.
Then? We grow up and down and up again like a spiral. A
Careful reduction of the equation that wasnt meant to be a
Circumspect effort. I equals to human so you equal to?
Oh wait! There's a square root on top... Tough luck child.
That drop is there somewhere but we are reduced.
We grow up but never grow back!
© Malyaban Lahiri
Categories:
unleavened bread, angst, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Verse
Set out in an upper room,
passover made new;
tender slowly cooked lamb stew,
wine,unleavened bread
with thanksgiving said-
A hymn of
Praise !
Categories:
unleavened bread, food, places, social, thanksgiving,
Form:
Epulaeryu
Babylon's Rising
I made my way to the grocery store
just like I did so many times
in the years before
asked the baker for some fresh unleavened bread
he looked at me as if to say what for
then one in the isle looked up with a smile
as he was moping the floor
pointed to a box on the shelf and said
"for you our finest cardboard"
upset the baker said,
"we have no time for it mister
we are busy making cakes with eggs and jellybeans
and we have to be done in time for Easter"
Baal and his bride must be very proud
dwelling in the promised land like her master
hunting eggs an Assyrian tradition
and traditions give Gods their honor
for this I fear
that our ancient past will become our future
and the promised land will be laid waste
for we prefer the Gods of another
Babylon's rising
and those who wear her number
are the same
as those who give her strength and power
who will walk away
walk away
walk away
who will come and walk with me today
and in the spirit I pray
that our children will be OK
and understand the things that I say
that they might inherit my lord's kingdom
after the judgment day
Categories:
unleavened bread, visionaryme, time,
Form:
THE GREAT BANQUET
I’ve been to many banquets and many smorgasbords;
The fare has been so sumptuous as there it all was stored.
I’d try to take a sample of everything I liked;
The salads were so tasty, the meat looked cooked just right.
The thing I most regretted was when I took too much
And I could not all finish the things that I had touched.
And then there was the price tag--that bill I had to pay!
Sometimes it was expensive and would keep me away.
And at the fancy restaurants we’d always stand in line,
And fussed about the others who seemed to take your time.
But every time I’d go there and find my place in line
And look down at the tables and all the food so fine,
I think of a day coming when once again I’ll eat
At a great marriage supper, there at my Saviour’s feet.
I’ve often thought and wondered just what we’ll eat up there
As we sit at that table upon the shore so fair.
Will we get to taste the manna that Israel often ate?
Will we have desserts and salads there served upon our plate?
Will we eat lamb that roasted in fire cooked just right
And served with herbs so bitter like that Passover night?
And will we have that supper of unleavened bread and wine
That we all take together to remind us of the time
When just before His torture and sentence, Jesus said,
“Take, eat, this is My body,” and then He broke the bread.
And then He took the cup there, the grape juice pure and blue,
And said, “This is the covenant of My blood shed for you.”
I don’t know what we’ll eat there, I cannot speculate,
But I know we’ll enjoy it, it all will be so great.
And what is nice about it is that it all is free;
I can have all I want there, all good it’s going to be.
I know that He will serve it and as it passes by,
I’ll see the nail-scarred hands then and remember why He died.
Oh, yes, ‘twill be some banquet! I’m glad I’m going there;
I’ve made my reservations, by faith I am prepared.
You, too, can be a part of the banquet fine and fair,
Just come unto the Saviour and say the sinner’s prayer:
“God, please show me Your mercy, I humbly now repent,
I trust the living Saviour who to this world was sent.
And I accept forgiveness from all my sin and shame,
Believing in Your offer of salvation through Your name.”
Categories:
unleavened bread, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Today, is the Passover , it comes at early eve,
How the angel of death, fulfilled destiny.
Moses let Pharaoh be the judge,
A Spiritual finger giving Him a nudge.
Israel was saved that fateful night,
To show Pharaoh God's awesome might.
Stay in, put blood over your door.
So the Angel of death, not to fear Him anymore.
As we celebrate our Lord's amazing feat,
We listen to Him, about what we eat.
Unleavened bread, as His Spiritual way,
We are thankful for this God given day.
A way to pray, thankful for His blessings,
The angel went by, As Egypt mourned, this I'm guessing.
A sign to our Lord, that we servants through and through,
Humbly standing in awe, as the angel of death didn't come for me or you.
Categories:
unleavened bread, faithangel, angel, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Charoset is a sweet, brown relish eaten during Passover.
It symbolizes brick mortar on a plate during a Seder.
This is a sweet treat made for the season in all nations.
There is no single recipe. Existing are many variations.
Included are apples, raisins, dates, and cinnamon.
Sometimes added are walnuts, figs, pomegranates, and saffron.
Charoset is usually placed between layers of unleavened bread.
Its thick texture makes it something easy to spread.
Often "dukeh" and "halegh" can be used as a designation.
May this Passover food be handed down to each generation.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
unleavened bread, food, religious,
Form:
Rhyme