I heard
what you said
But not
what you meant
Your words
but a smokescreen
Belying
intent
Each one
deftly crafted
To lure
and delude
Anointing
your weakness
Blaspheming
— Saint Jude
(Chicago’s South Side: July, 2026)
Crossroads to where life began
Fear of dark cold round me again
In the twilight before the morn
Scattered grass iced, forlorn
Silence in the air ash orangy dawn
Fire burnt out like clouds in storm
Life in vain for a purpose lost
Empty pockets, wealths secret cost
Deamon woman in dress and frock
Promising warmth and unto a lock
Of hair as token for a dark ratchet
And chain that binds me
binds me, Dimond in shame
A voice to horse a cock to crow
A secret pact
That turns flame into snow
Frosted word said in delight
Was only a death raven in deaths final fright
Cleansed faith leads fire into gold
Flaming far below too tired to behold
A stare too long at likenesses
of Medusa's state
my heart turned cold ash stone of hate
The bellowing witch apon the air
Blaspheming deamon dog's a-bark
Unfair
Reminiscent of the dead fell lark
Scolding sweat pearls,
Dressed by earls
Jokers queens and kings horse driven cart
fear fast wet waged tears acids came
Between life death shame pride greed and blame.
Now that we are here,
Where life put us in different categories.
Some people are in right and others in wrong doings
Some people are very educated and others uneducated,
Some people are "riches" very riches and others are "poor " very poor.
Some people are fearing God and others are blaspheming Him.
Some people love and others hate their neighbours
Some people are role models and other are not role models.
Now that we are here ,
I forgot whatever happened to me and focus on building a good future,
I forgave everyone who tortured, illtreated , attacked, lied about , blackmailed me and Continue being good with every people.
I am who God wanted to be,
I am the sevant of people , truly worker of Christ Jesus.
My best poem: I
have
not
completed
my dream as yet,
which is to help
millions of people
in the World.
March 17/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by unseeking seeker
Theme: NOW THAT WE ARE HERE
blessing
sacred, divine
canonizing, sanctifying, extolling
endorsement, warrant, malediction, profane
vilifying, blaspheming, tormenting
wretched, damnable
curse
hope
desperate, cheerful
cherishing, reviving, encouraging
faith, expectation, desperation, anguish
feeling, drowning, dreading
profound, terrible
despair
Date posted: 07/28/2021
Jaundiced Eyes
Jaundiced eyes covet past tense masquerades
In crypts where yellowed brittleness recall bitterness
Where glassy-eyed failures suck truth dry -
Vampires with addictions
Distorting graveyards at the altar
Of introspection
Like green-eyed monsters
Grasping
At monetary dust of renunciation -
As thirty silver coins of delusion
Smash against a field of potter’s headstones
Of mummified expectations –
Snake eyes coil to strike
Festering bones of rose colored bifocals
Framed with near-sighted prejudice
In cock-eyed bloodied clarity distorted
Prescriptions,
Opaque, ochre tinted corrections
See beauty as bloodless crumbling petals
When black holes of envy blind side the mindful
Blaspheming the self-evident
In catacombs of blind spots
Where the battered armor of rightness lies still
Awaiting revelation’s softly spoken new light -
A perpetual whispering
In humility's tears restoring lenses knowing the need
For a baptism of clear-eyed focus.
6-25-21
Contest: The Jaundiced Eye
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
An angry crowd was seething as Jesus hung on a crude cross,
Shouting in triumph as if being rid of their albatross,
Condemning the one who came to save all from the curse of sin,
Yelling with rage, “Crucify Him”, over and over again.
Why? What was their rationale?
Why was heaven aloof to the yells of the blaspheming throng?
Jesus screamed out, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken me”,
It’s as though the Father turned His back on His dying Son,
As the blood of Jesus ran from His wounded head, side, and feet.
Why? How could such silence be?
The hostile crowd scoffed as a crown of thorns mocked His dignity,
Not understanding they were killing the very Son of God,
They stripped Him of clothing; brought shame to His humanity,
Humiliated, He breathed his last before the lynch mob.
Why? What had all the ire gained?
At last, as His blood flowed to the hallowed ground of Calvary,
The earth rocked and shared the pain that few seemed to feel,
The Innocent had died for the guilty, those with sin’s malady,
Marks for all time and eternity, before this One all will kneel.
Why? Because Jesus loves us!
Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but a starting point a utility
that can no longer avail the authorities
and their hold over luck and venture
yes your countenance is sanctioned
by the blaspheming throne of numbers
and faces no injunction or coercive measure
for the infinite stubby sadisms
that fill the cosmic belly
with degradation and humiliation
a digestive system congenitally supplemented
with self adulation stretched thin
to the point of fragmenting
that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind
into a hill of lizards
you can't see the horizon from
shiver and blanch to the bulletin that
the lingering scraps of your empire
have been licensed for repossession
A Wonder without an Identity
A poem by : Abdel latif Moubarak … Egypt
Translate by : Fawzy Al-Shalabi
A Wonder without an Identity
And the secret remains in your eyes a pearl
Expressing…everything which wasn't
So granted the heart a skater
And when the nights are narrowed us to live
Besieging us bundles of love sometimes
Trait of a thing… we aware …and touch
Lives in vibrations of the lightening
A wonder without an identity
In the silence was the nectar
And sneakily blaspheming in the pulse was the fire
Holding light of the hope
Playing surviving melody
Explosion crown of the polluted sadness
In blood…with the tears
And still a pleasure there in your eyes
A fertile nursery…the salvage
To the failures of a catastrophe touch
Sensing you in my blood
Crevices of freshened emotions
To land of such a plant
From the pain of the crowd
An existence
Decanting the sense state
From dispersion of the memory
comment if ya can,
There are many colors in a rainbow
Red, orange, green,blue, purple,violet, pink,and yellow
To be exact but what about black Rainbow's are God's
promise and commemoration on how he will end the nation
A gift in a combination of colorful marks
If you don't resemble any of those colors you will
Live to see the gift which is the pearly gates of heaven
Black is excluded because their world will not be destroyed
Rainbow's are fun to look at especially after rain storms
mid-day however, if your gay or living in the rainbow world
blaspheming against God you will be destroyed burned in a lustful fire
Aides! Each person is drawn out and enticed by their own desires
What is meant to be will be
Save yourselves and call on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ
remember the promise and wait for the fulfillment
Nothing but the truth
I stand by the truth
The truth is my portion
And my salvation
So I don’t believe in illusion
Face reality and act positively
For how you feel is different
From what is going on
Blaspheming and evil
Is the act of ignorant of the truth
Nothing but the truth
For there is a reward for goodness and evil
But no matter the circumstances
The truth will prevail
The truthful path is difficult to tread
But take heed
For the truth is a light which guides our way
They reflect on the words we say
So they say
We are the truth
Nothing but the truth
A fallen angel
Burst in flames and tumble down
Here lies the Devil and friends
Stealing souls to waste
Making mockeries of God
Blaspheming all the way down
Don’t be the one
That everybody thinks you should be
A perfect fit
For their envisioned destiny
Not your own
Because that only belongs,
To you
Do what you do
In everything you do
Because at the end of the day
That’s all that is measured
On this real-life scale
Follow your heart, and you shall
Be reassured
Listen to your heart, beat
After the Lord speaks, to it
Follow it,
And you shall find
Significance
Because you’ve found, it’s,
Significant,
To be yourself
Adding another piece to the puzzle,
Of life,
So divinely orchestrated
Although, some never hesitate
To stab and poke towards completing it
Blaspheming as such,
For trying to play the divine,
That willed it
With powerful hand
With matchless might
Day and night
He created,
With no need for another
To take on the role, He slated
Beautiful, is the picture He painted
Captured fearfully, in a single image
No need for double-takes
So no need for others,
to make the mistake,
of changing a masterpiece
so with grace,
with peace
be portrayed, in the Artist’s perfect gallery
being displayed,
everyday
in your light of perfect destiny
Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I HATE your Gymkhana,
I loathe every second it's run.
I dread all those horses and obstacle courses,
and everyone else having fun.
Now Mummy is frantic, the panic gigantic;
my pony won't go in the box.
She's shouting and screaming (and often blaspheming),
when Dobbin sits down on his hocks.
We stop in a field, by others well heeled,
their lorries all parked in neat rows.
My Dobbin looks grotty, all rumpled and spotty;
their ponies are plaited in bows.
I get in Show Jumping my usual dumping,
when Dobbin refuses the last.
I'm beat in the Bending (and cry without ending);
my pony is not very fast.
You're calling my name? Is this all a game?
And now you are pointing at me?
What me in the line, at Prize Giving time?
Oh, my? Have you answered my plea?
Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I LOVE your Gymkhana!
It's been such a jolly good thrash.
The Rosette I won has made it such fun;
my Dobbin has got a bran mash!
~
For Francine Roberts' "Children in Rhyme" Contest by Charles Clive.
Turning pages
Blaspheming churches
Crucifying sages
Causing rages
Turning pages
Wandering mazes
Furthering crazes
Nullifying searches
Turning pages
Erasing phrases
Controlling phases
Dazzling praises
Turning pages
Relenting urges
Escaping cages
Paging ages
Jesus? where are you?
I can't seem to find you anywhere
I have searched into Jordan, yet you weren't there,
I gathered at holy ground, but your presence was nowhere to be found,
I don't know exactly what I haven't done to find you around , but
I've been lost after your father created me, and seemed to vanish,
I scoured the bible for your doings, sometimes I feel like I'm not your favorite,
But that is suitable, since I am nobodys either
Jesus? Please don't be mad, I'm not blaspheming, I just confided in you,
Rarily what I do with other people,
Everyday is a struggle, to just keep living,
My smiles and grins are false, and anger is causing my body to break down,
Everynight, I dream of never waking up again,
Jesus? am I naive to believe that you ever left,
Were you here all along? If so I just refuse to understand,
Why a relic like you, would even consider, taking time out of your day for me
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