THE LAST OF EARTH
Earth has been taken prisoner, captive, under siege
By snake bankers, the wealthy with their filthy greed
By bomb makers, criminal politicians and all that breed
By soulless satanic demons in their profit-making creed.
God is watching the death of Earth, collecting all the waste
Into one big bundle to rid the earth of dead spirits in haste
Death is coming in self-inflicted ruin with an atomic taste
Revelation’s prophecies to be fulfilled under God’s sanctifying grace.
These are the last days of earth as we know it
Gone will be the dirt and sin, human ruin and all the other sh.t
Earth we will see rebloom again under a new found heavenly refit
New rules and life for man and earth according to God’s law will be writ.
The eternal goodness and abundance of God’s creation
Uncovered from the masking veil revealing bounty to every nation
Rivers purified, oceans sparkling, forests reborn in a new human-earth relation
Air glittering with sparkling light in a renewed sacred natural divine vocation.
Held as captives in a ship
Chains binding us together
Hunger, but we could not starve
Tears but we could not cry.
We were warriors of our land
Children of the soil
May the gods forbid that our ancestors would look us in shame.
And so together,
We ambushed our captors
And sank the ship
It was better to die
Than be slaves in a foreign land.
Sitting by a fire on a winter night –
longing to see daylight –
shivering, freezing, in the icy cold –
how long can my patience hold?
“We’ll be all fine,” Father had assured –
just days before his absence we endured.
Mother had consoled me through rivers of tears –
hours before we’d face our fears –
Cruel murderers, they blasted the streets –
riding grandly on their war tank fleets –
people dropping still by the second –
but I didn’t budge, even as Death beckoned.
Captivity chained me, dragged me along –
tell me, killers, what was my wrong?
Is it that I live in the land that you hate?
Why, why is this my fate?
Sitting by a raging fire on a chilly night –
wondering how long I’ll face this plight –
will this dark dusk ever cease?
Will I, someday, witness dawn and peace?
when captivity
normally nativity
with civility
They knew what to do with this guy:
they took Benny into captivity.
They knew what to do with this guy:
they certainly wanted activity.
He knew what to do with these guys:
he glared so his eyes would pierce.
He knew what to do with these guys:
he made those eyes look so fierce.
They knew what to do with this guy:
they truly manhandled his frame.
They knew what to do with this guy:
they kicked him, they wanted to maim.
He knew what to do with these guys:
he suddenly gave a sly smile.
He knew what to do with these guys:
from killing him they were a mile.
They knew what to do with each other:
such smiles and such glares were so many.
They knew what to do with each other:
A thing known so well by our Benny.
Exchange of such violence for guys
is clearly a thing of their choosing.
Exchange of such violence for guys
can be so much fun, so amusing.
(4 Sep 2023)
Wild Birds in Captivity
Those birds that roamed free,
Endless flights filled with glee,
They glide over the trees,
Flying side to side with the breeze,
Above the deserts, they can reach,
Following the wind that they preach,
Finding the oasis that they screech,
Under the clouds that breach,
A glimpse of their prey,
They plunge headfirst at bay,
Stumble and tumble right on the net,
Shackle and tackle trying to release itself yet,
Realizing the faults of one’s actions,
The bird gives out its different reactions,
Confused as the bird seems,
Its faith got interrupted by human needs.
Poem on Wild Birds in Captivity by Sarah Shahzad, November 2022
In my despair,
With all my burdens I could not bear.
A Savior did appear,
I heard Him whisper in my ear.
You are My child,
No longer will you be reviled.
With tears streaming down my face,
No longer will I be a disgrace.
With just a word,
I heard.
With just a touch I became,
More than a name,
I became a flame.
With a message of love,
Given from above.
God sent His son,
To give us victory that will not be undone.
And on that cross,
Which was meant for loss.
There was redemption,
From all our transgression.
With His Blood that was shed,
Out of captivity He led.
We are called to reign,
And forever with Him we will remain.
Before the Wires and Towers dominated the sky,
cutting wounds in the Earth and air,
childish eyes would peek upwards,
towards heaven, beyond god,
towards the Eagle's stair
Even on the haunting winter nights,
The Eagle flew in palest moonlight,
free on the horizon, over the feilds of wheat
Bound to nothing exept it's will,
and the prey, seeking to defeat
And yet the fences were constructed
and wires dangled in the air,
roads connected us to the world
when everything we needed
was still right there
And still, the most painful thing
that i remember from those days
was the once proud and mighty eagle
trapped in wire, just past the hay
contorted, and broken
Calling out, "Mercy, MERCY!"
in squalls and yells, flailing made it worse,
cutting deep into the flesh,
as much as the freedom
of the once majestic, mighty bird
Senses five entwined by thought stuporous
Attention enslaved by ego urges
Swamped by darkness in waves continuous
Insentient to pulse of bliss surges
Entrapped thus in narrow limitation
Presence yearning to be free and unbound
Chooses to soften fickle attention
Awareness spacial with feet on the ground
Detached self by embrace, hold and release
Reclaims liberation by cessation
Flowing with nonchalance as does the breeze
Vivified in throb of bliss elation
Our emptiness filled by bliss in fullness
Upon vaporising self in stillness
05-November-2020
I have embarked on a journey with Jesus
I do not envisage any failure
I am totally committed to Him
I am therefore in direct conflict with Satan
Jesus has purchased me with His precious blood
Therefore I am an alien in this world
On this journey He assured me there would be tribulations
He would not shield me from troubles
But He promised to see me through
My troubles would not overwhelm me
Challenges are wombs that carry my success
Because when times are stable no one is tested
When seas are calm and secure no one is refined
I do not run away from challenges
That would speak strength to my life
My brothers conspired and sold me into slavery
But God made me the most important personality in my captivity
Envy and jealousy threw me into the Lion's den
But His angels transformed lions to my pets as I walked into freedom
I was set up and thrown into a blazing flame
But I came out unscathed as Angels rescued me
My journey with Him is on course
It is irrevocable
Cause He is the way, the truth and life
P - Perched on a fruit bearing tree you will see me
A - Attracting everyone with my alluring colours
R - Ripe fruits are my all time favourite
R - Red chillies too I love to eat
O - Often I imitate human voice
T - Talking my pictures is great fun
That was past.
Now I live in a cage, a lonely life,
I can't move much, cannot fly,
no one to talk to, no family,
I wish I was not so beautiful,
I wish I couldn't imitate humans...
Please set me free. I beg of you.
With the coming of corona,
you would have hopefully,
understood my plight.
At least now set me free!
One thing is for sure,
if man doesn't set free all in his captivity,
he will be caged in his house forever.
Date: 7/22/2020
Soul is in darkness in hopes to detain
Heart is in reaction with a chest pain
Nothing is plain and simple, words in vain
Key is thrown away in hopes to maintain
A grain of control, though there is no gain
For the active pursuit is to restrain
The only voice willing to speak again
Not to create rain or a hurricane
Words are not in anyway said in vain
The soul does not exist to be in vain
C a p t i v i t y
once plagued
my soul
with sin-virus
condemning verdict…
‘til the Saviour
healed me
to triumph
in His wondrous
D e l i v e r a n c e *.
*Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, …he hath sent me to … preach deliverance to the captives…
April 4, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND PICK B,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/22/2020.
Deborah Johnson, Copyright 2018.
I can't be sure what she said, but as we were walking...
her bright' eyes were looking straight ahead.
I looked at her, but I didn't say...'we can't do that anyway.'
I recalled where I stood; maybe she can, but I never could.
What can it be like to think free, thinking...far beyond what I see?
I've never had the freedom to think free (...).Why?
Oh!...because...I live, and was born... in captivity.
Ideal splendour
flames of emotions arise
desired and possessed.
Beauty in captivity
adoration blazing down.
August 2nd, 2018
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