they kill 1200 in rage
you kill 200.000 for what
to show you are just
Religion
a prison…
to fence and restrain
Spoken
or written…
it tries to contain
What can’t
be conscripted
or coveted pure
The Presence
as given
—freely endures
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022).
My neighbors bought a shiny new car,
it is sleek and runs faster than a cheetah,
on sunny days the convertible top is down,
I see them take off for a ride to town.
Oh Lordy, I'm singing the blues of covet.
A third cousin of mine won the state lottery,
he and his wife took off for romantic Hawaii,
and when it was over they bought a big house,
four stories tall to the delight of his spouse.
Oh Lordy, I'm singing the blues of covet.
I applied for an upgraded position hoping to get,
polished my resume till it shined like a mirror,
wore my best blazer and coordinated dress,
someone else got the job making me feel less.
Oh Lordy, I'm singing the blues of covet.
It is time to change my covetous attitude,
turning green with envy is eating me alive,
time to feel content with my hum-drum life,
doing away with days of continous strife.
Oh Lordy, I'm no longer singing the blues of covet.
March 16, 2020
O do not covet all U C
Materialism shun must U
Never a lover of money B
From Jesus' pattern take your Q
***
1/20/2020
F F I Series 63 capqu
Brian Strand, sponsor
Capital quatrain (capqu) our form after Keats "O Grant That Like to Peter I"
Scriptural references: Hebrews 13:5; 1 Peter 2:21
POEM " THE COVET SAINT " by martin gedge
Lost in faith in sure duress
rescued hearts in feathered dress
skies of the harmonious avenue
for darkness broke and shadows cease
to give of thee defining peace
his righteous might to safely covet you
for warmth of love will always share
the skins of souls that in despair
to lead of promise hope beyond the door
where fields to lay beneath the sun
in hands of god the chosen one
to rest the purest light forevermore...
by martin gedge ©
Rock my world on the rocking chair,
But only if you're so daring to.
There’s no known cure for dreams of desire; try to suppress it and it will only cause more havoc in ways least expected. Like a leech, it latches on. It consumes all the things you could think of. A parasite that can’t be haunted. . . it only craves for more. . it can manifest from even the slightest action. . a simple touch causes friction, it heats up your burning hunger to react out of breaking inhibitions. . . side effects include weeks of lingering forbidden thoughts . . hallucinations of possible scenarios. . . a fog of fantasies only to be cleared by reality. You wonder about ‘what if,’ ‘if i could,’ ‘i would,’ –trying only leads to heartache . . only leads to unforgiving tears falling to the same ground as shame, guilt, and misery. You try to make sense of it all. You revert back to where you started. You wait until something finally happens.
Why does the bee covet the rose?
And dewdrops to petals cling
Cupid send loving arrows
And why do warblers sing?
Oh why will the moth fly to fire?
Give so dearly to mystery
To satisfy some blind desire
With his act of destiny
How can love bring me tears?
That a smile can wipe away
Your touch can calm my fears
In what your whispers say
You are the rose! it is you
So special you came to be
From the garden where you grew
And then you bloomed for me
Covet my heart, my pillow fill
Dowse in love and fragrance spill
Thou art life
The dreamers wife
That perfect kiss
A wishes bliss
Fill my thoughts, fill my soul
Blanket me and make me whole
Thou art life
The dreamers wife
That perfect kiss
A wishes bliss
Be the answer to all my prayers
Of a cloak that always cares
Thou art life
The dreamers wife
That perfect kiss
A wishes bliss
Be the princess of my desire
Of all the love that I aspire
Thou art life
The dreamers wife
That perfect kiss
A wishes bliss
Sleep my night, walk my day
Partake of me in every way
Thou art unity
Thou art infinity
Thou art my life
Thou art breath
How the eyes hunger
and the heart starves,
fish-bones in the sand;
the deprivation slaver
juices from the jowl,
ravished contraband.
The deserts shimmer,
jackals stalk,
snarling from the throat;
the primal deviation
tearing up the world,
craven and remote.
The blood flexes
and the fist rapes,
cartilage cracking bone;
pulse quickens,
eyes widen
for her flesh alone.
How the earth trembles
and the nerves twitch
in vibrant sympathy;
how the eyes implore
and the heart covet
the epitome of she.
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