Aged,gnarled rooted in him
Fallen,but not cast off are you
As wild boughs engrafted thereto
Fallen,but not cast off are you
Categories:
engrafted, christian, tree,
Form: Couplet
THE OLIVE TREE
Aged,gnarled rooted in him
Hardened in part,supporting the tree;
Fallen,but not cast off are you,
Broken in unbelief,provoked jealous
As wild boughs engrafted thereto;
Fallen,but not cast off are you.
Bitter yet productive,like fruit from the stone.
Natural branch shoots,no less able of grafting thereto;
Fallen ,but not cast off are you.
Categories:
engrafted, christian, word play,
Form: Didactic
She spins in tight circles
flashing her wonders of three
she lets in the night
coquettish and willing to tease
smoke splices her air
apparent,
weaving and grabbing the need
it's not wanton
but wanted
ropes can't hold back life
cutting the tension
a sharpened knife
splaying her swaying cage
animalistic, fetishistic but smooth
engrafted, tenebrous, the room
topped
long arms whipped
the willows scratch at the window
watching without
leather remains on the floor
glasses shattered, shards cut
blood lets
red, not wasted
one drop
cleaned up
Categories:
engrafted, love,
Form: Epic
Those times
I never said a word
The stares
I gave that seemed odd
Those times
Were the times I truly meant it
But you never understood
You never saw the engrafted words unsaid in my eyes
My silence,
My stare,
Were all you needed to know how much I loved you.
Categories:
engrafted, beauty, care, crush, desire,
Form: Verse
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/unique-engrafted-into-the-vine
Unique, engrafted into the vine
Caring father, that is mine
Renewed mind, advancing song
Beloved, beheld, made to belong
Becoming dawn, where shadows flee
Emitting peace so gracefully
Presence, purpose, soul awake
Beyond ourselves, a choice to take
Surrounding shield will fortify
You cleanse, restore and purify
Captured mind, enabled wise
A glorious eternal prize
Your strong hand is filled with might
Fill my thoughts with your insight
Begotten son had paid the price
No greater worthy sacrifice
Unique, engrafted into the vine
I am his and he is mine
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
engrafted, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
This thing we call life has had a toll on me,
I see all I love living in captivity.
A slave to the money,
A slave to the fame,
They don’t even realize their enrolled in the game.
The things that once mattered are chained to the floor,,
I can’t even recognize myself anymore.
Waves of deception
are Distorting all I have seen,
I feel like my life is a batch of bad dreams.
The puppet master is at it again,
This time its innocence that has been stolen.
While all are intertwined in this competition to nowhere
She quietly retreats and her branches grow bare.
The sorry is stifled by the screams in this place,
The images are engrafted, they cannot be erased.
And the years keep on going
And the times they are showing.
While they burry their heads in the sand
God continues to stretch out his hand.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
engrafted, sad, slam, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
To be brutally honest with you
We stake our claim to fame
Among falling ambers with feathers for wings
Through a barrage of disgust & then,
For a fallen world in quite a rush
He knows that if he can control your thoughts
That in effect he can control your mind
At one time I could see yet today I'm totally blind
To be brutally honest with you
That effective fervor prayer of the righteous one
From such prayers availeth very much
To resist him will result in a flee
The bruised reed shaken in the wind
Although, Papa was a rolling stone;
He was never to be found very far from home
In matters of solace degree
To be brutally honest with you
A transformed hermit was once a slave
That fully claimed thread,
In noticable silent dread
Some engrafted in essential sought after fabrication
With silver streak to faintly prey on the weak
To be brutally honest with you
A slight of hand once delivered out of divination
In solemn mass to profess a vested proclamation
To be brutally honest with you !
Categories:
engrafted, adventure, art, childhood, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Jesus Is the Vine.
I am the branch, Jesus is the vine.
For I am his, and he is mine.
To remain in him,
I'll bear good fruit.
This is God's command so absolute.
God, the gardener, comes
to trim and to prune.
For he wants me to
blossom and to bloom.
Bearing good fruit is his upmost desire,
For every bad branch will
be thrown into the fire.
Engrafted in Jesus...HIS joy I'll receive.
he's my very best friend
who will never leave.
By obeying his commands,
in his love, I'll abide.
For if I'm truly in him-
I'll have nothing to hide!
Living for Jesus, will be my true pleasure.
For HE is my vine, my rock, and my treasure!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
engrafted, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
In ardent meadows of fields of lavender plain
An escape to a brand new day,
Gone is the innocence from what society once had?
We have erected stone pillars as idols in place of Jehovah,
Through its inner torn silence we then escape its pain.
My heart is an opened door willing to explore;
In delicate hue torn in brandished thorns
Perhaps this was the path where Nero tred?
Wake up the lions to alert its dead,
With cobble stone ivy in the filter of head
We have engrafted an innate silence toward its beckoning call
Triumph!
Paradise is only a heart beat away,
I close my eyes & maybe I'm already their?
Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision,
Trust,
Through violent paved innocence welcomed.
Perhaps this is the in tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie?
Categories:
engrafted, adventure, allegory, brother, business,
Form: Free verse
I am the branch, Jesus is the vine.
For I am his, and he is mine.
To remain in him,
I'll bear good fruit.
This is God's command so absolute.
God, the gardener, comes
to trim and to prune.
For he wants me to
blossom and to bloom.
Bearing good fruit is his upmost desire,
For every bad branch will
be thrown into the fire.
Engrafted in Jesus...HIS joy I'll receive.
For he's my very best friend
who will never leave.
By obeying his commands,
in his love, I'll abide.
For if I'm truly in him-
I'll have nothing to hide!
Living for Jesus, will be my true pleasure.
For HE is my vine, my rock, and my treasure!
By Jim Pemberton
2006
Categories:
engrafted, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
Aged,gnarled rooted in him
Hardened in part,supporting the tree;
Fallen,but not cast off are you,
Broken in unbelief,provoked jealous
As wild boughs engrafted thereto;
Fallen,but not cast off are you.
Bitter yet productive,like fruit from the stone.
Natural branch shoots,no less able of grafting thereto;
Fallen ,but not cast off are you.
Categories:
engrafted, faith, nature,
Form: Didactic