Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson
“Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see,
skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.”
A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time
flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar
inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist
and so she flies on, into a world untouchable as dawn;
She is a castaway in a land far away
a daydreamer disentangled from the rip tide of reality
a torn vessel gliding through a shroud, most High.
Forty cubits long and twenty cubits wide
she fits in the palm of His hand, like a small Jesus.
It takes three hundred Sacred Angels
to appease her ear-shattering cries
Each time she flies here to this place,
her wistful sadness disappears.
This is a place where all good girls go to die
where the agatat sound of a tearing veil
and the arcanum whisper of God prevails,
A place where a child is heard and paried in love.
Categories:
cubits, analogy,
Form: Free verse
What once was sweet
Has just got sweeter
The polymath
is now in Theatre...
And the claim is a foot!
I flipped a gnocchi
When I saw this cat
In the Quarto...
and with a Juliet!
So I squared the matter
with a call for d'meter.
Categories:
cubits, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Standing fifty cubits high-
the gallows meant for Mordecai,
but Haman's scheming went awry;
and on the gibbet carved from pride
not Mordecai, but Haman died.
08.10.19
( reference - Old Testament - book of Esther )
FF1 series 22 - vignette : Brian Strand's blog
Categories:
cubits, irony,
Form: Verse
Goliath*, mighty giant
Against young David he was defiant
With God’s strength triumphantly prevailing
Goliath, smitten by David; forever in defeat, ailing.
*1Samuel 17:4 And there went out a champion out of the camp of the Philistines, named Goliath, of Gath, whose height was six cubits and a span.
June 7, 2019
Categories:
cubits, character, christian, courage, faith,
Form: Clerihew
Six cubits and a span high from Gath
Bronze brazened head, legs and arm-rest
Jacket plates heavier than heavyweight
A spear standing firmly like a free pillar
He stands fiercely between now and there
His breath blows strong shivers through each spine
His words makes bones rattle and faces hide.
He spits on everything you once thought true.
It seems the end already at the very start.
How does one surpass such impossibility?
Where does one turn with such narrow close?
Sit and sleep seems the best freedom ‘mong none.
Biting your naked nails won’t make Gath bow.
Learn to fix your eyes on the better view:
The God-thus-far against the Gath-of-now.
A little peek out then your fears become real.
It takes more than a sling to stand over him.
It takes strength drawn from the lion and bear.
It takes the growing intimacy of yesteryears.
It takes bold shouts and a race towards Goliath.
Categories:
cubits, christian, confidence, courage, dedication,
Form: Quatrain
Woe to you Lust
Nemesis of men whose conscience you manipulate and ensnare
Reducing their pituitary gland to impotent dust
Singing their future and dignity with no iota of care
To plunge King David to his downfall
Steal from King Solomon wisdom
Hurtling mighty Samson into a spectacular free fall
And modern midgets you ensnare in Sodom
Bereft of the moral compass
Drifting in the wind like a vagabond
Who at the slightest glance at a skirt the fallen midget makes a pass
As from matrimonial home besotted midgets abscond
Squandering family jewel
Splurging to delight jezebels
With purloined family crown
Which in pitiful submission fools at the sound of Hell’s bells
Turn into automatons
You manipulate pulling strings left
Then right as the fallen midgets give up bliss batons
To sink into your theft cleft
Where midgets rot wondering how they came
To Charybdis and Scylla
Filled with shame and blame to their disgraced name in a sordid game
Where they emerge thinner and taller
In sin standards
Where their cubits and fathoms pale into insignificance
As bliss bards
Wave them away to self incriminate at the tomb of impertinence.
Categories:
cubits, poems,
Form: Free verse
The clock of my mind stopped in 1897.
it is always late autumn
and we dress mostly in grey
steam locomotive whistles
daily puncture our thought balloons
my teacher once said:
Boy, consider the rectangle,
source of all progress.
forty days and forty nights
forty shekels and forty cubits
and thirty pieces of silver
the number of mosquitoes
skating on the rain barrel
a marching panorama
of numbered cards
sometimes, a Joker!
a fire or a drunken brawl
Categories:
cubits, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Tis of a truth about Africa,
An idea seducing my ear at the eventide:
He's a dwarf
Bearing a gigantic burden,
Dazed by weariness,
Betrothed to heaviness.
Diverse folks standing beyond the margin,
Admonishing him:
'Move,Move,harder,harder',
You can get here,if not faster',
Come,ho!,slower,slower,
Strangle the motion,trials're better.
But could he move?
The burden stayed his leg:
You want a proof?
Ask the bird!
He being a cubits above the earth,
His burden 105 cubits preparing his death.
He bears the burden
Or his burden bears him:
Burden constituted with junks:
A Suitcase bearing an octupus lung.
Tell Africa,
Even say to Africa:
'Unburden yourself:
Put down the burden,
Untie it's knot yourself,
(For if another hand does,you'll be in power bed-ridden.)
Search it's content,
See if all are gold,
Shake off the useless,
Consciously re-tie the load.
Then,bear on the burden,
In decades,you'll get to the margin.
But if you be blind
Still,that counsel you'll not heed.
You'll remain in street.
18:01:17:08:57
Categories:
cubits, africa,
Form: Narrative
I want to make many
changes about me:
I want to change my
country,
Want to change the money i
spend.
Want my thinking to levitate
ten cubits high.
Want to change who i
mingle with,
Want to live a life of
Blessing group.
Want a change of career,
(even want to change my
school.)
Want to change my meals,
Want to change my cakes,
Want to change my outfit.
And he answered me:
I'll change your life:
(For if you wait on
education you'll wait in
vain).
I'll change your school,
I'll change your country,
I'll change your meal,
I'll change your peers.
I'll fix your sit among
renowned folks,
I'll hook you up with a rich
man.
I'll give you what you can't
have in decades within
three months.
I'll make you important:
I'll give you what you don't
deserve:
I'll give you stand in
another's mans land:
I'll by you shake the pillars
of America.
I will be your ELOHIM;And
you my son.
And then i've been waiting,
A month passed,2 months
and this' the third month:
He'd played a part and left
other paths:
I've said i wouldn't return
to my former school:
Oh YHWH For how long will
you slack?
(Even with your promise.?)
17:20:11:10:25
Categories:
cubits, allegory,
Form: Narrative
I despise these degrees of freedom
Said the neo Diderot and the archaic David
I envy the liveliness of the termites
Said the neo Valimiki and the primordial Achilles
How could they embrace a poetic saint in trance
Wondered the venomous Rama and the Venerable Lama
Who saw the torrid life a prince and the princess
Wicked was the Neanderthal Freudian and Digital Darwin
Over and above my sheaths
An albatross is savaged and an ancient mariner is saved
These pearls of wisdom and crowded imaginations
They strike digits and cubits of wealth in times of diarrhea
Astral mathematics, astralopithicus, astronomic gaze
They were the gargantuan invaders of the Gregorian calender
Rest is known to us, first word is born as a worm hole
No one need to be a snake charmer or a sand miner to unravel the lantern under the rooftop
Categories:
cubits, animal, art, beauty, dream,
Form: Free verse
As a clock's hands are advancing forward,
By cubits time is abbreviating our stay.
As incoming tides are rushing shore-ward,
We busy ourselves doing things our way.
But God made no provisions for reversal,
We ought get matters precise the first time.
Our earthly days are only our rehearsal,
For that futuristic eternal city sublime;
From death, no escape, no turning back,
But some won't face this earthly demise,
Until the rapture we fight Satan's attack,
With eyes affixed on that Heavenly prize.
Matthew 24:44
Categories:
cubits, bible,
Form: Lyric
Noah you must build a vessel 300 cubits long, 50 wide, 30 high and it must be strong
It must carry a roof three stories high, finished to a cubit upward with entrance on the long.
Use only Gopher wood that is smeared both inside and out with pitch
Then take your family and every animal that I might destroy this world in which:
Evil must be cleansed by a flood of Heavenly destruction
Ye shall perish too, if not great care, taken in construction
Pay particlar attention to each of my animals aboard
For like me, you are their Salvation and I in turn, your Lord
Noah, I command you Rise! Go! Collect the tools you will need
For there only remains 300 years to completion of this deed
Tend to every last animal no matter how large or small
For I am the Lord, thy God who created and love them all.
Categories:
cubits, voyage,
Form: Rhyme
God saw that wickedness had fouled his earth,
To a state it could no longer be ignored.
While grieving sadly he chose to destroy it,
Though Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.
The Lord told Noah to fashion a great ark
Made of gopher wood and pitch, outside and in.
Three hundred cubits long and fifty in width,
Before the world he knew, would come to its end.
Bring your food, your sons, your wife and your son’s wives
And two of every living sort, be with thee.
For with you I’ll establish my covenant,
And all who are with thee shall survive the sea.
They all marched forth, two by two, into the ark
And waited for God's waters to flood the land.
For forty days and for forty nights,
The fountains of the deep consumed beast and man.
Inside the ark nostrils kept their breath of life,
As the high waters prevailed upon the earth.
Every mountain and every hilltop vanished,
As all within felt the power of God's worth.
The waters from heaven were finally restrained,
And after ten months the tops of mountains were seen.
God had blessed Noah and all who had joined him,
To multiply, plant and fulfill his dream.
Categories:
cubits, faith,
Form: Rhyme