The Jewel of Jesus is a precious gem
It’s Him being a friend to all earthly men
Also women of course, and children too
All the faithful followers He doth accrue.
Jesus was proud to wear His crown of thorns
Placed on His head during the raging storms
When it was decided that He must be crucified
Because it was thought that His words were lies.
He came here His Father’s spirit to share
To tell of His love for folk everywhere
He suffered for it, accused of being fake
Hung on a cross He was, for all our sakes.
Jesus never died, in hearts He survived
His spirit lives on, on earth He’s alive
He’s there in one’s thoughts and prayers night and day
A light in the dark to show us the way.
The heart of Jesus is made of pure gold
That shines for us until we all grow old
He will never let His followers down
As long as He is the Jewel in His crown.
'TWAS 4PM yesterday, my daughter called and shouted.
"Did you feel the earthquake, Mom?"
Oddly, I did not, though we live near each other.
Last night there were forty aftershocks.
I felt so cheated somehow and I pouted.
Life must need a spark when a earthquake you must feel!
Perhaps become a man, like Caitlyn Jenner, would be more fun.
Wear lovely dresses and my hair in a man-bun?
Oops, cannot do that either?
The Woke-Parol demanded I may not call it that!!
I have the perfect answer.. Binary-Bun!!
Perfect for summer, as I race for Governor of California.
As my faithful followers, cheer me on!
In this most auspicious, political race.
Come on down, if you can you keep pace!!
7/9/2021
Caitlyn Jenner...running to unseat Gavin Newsom,
Known as "Lockdown Louie!"
Evenings post parade of creatures
Of the midnight variety and nature,
Oh come all ye faithful followers
From the dark side of the moons powers,
An abyss of black on jet on onyx
She enters unannounced like a fox,
The most woman you've ever seen
But her balloon is about to pop the scene,
Shadows puddle beneath her feet
Swallowed by the Jabberwockys meet,
No man has ever seen her face
Yet she walks in unadorned grace.
Keeping magic wands of happiness in hands
Why are we pleading for happiness outside?
We are the masters of our own happiness
And if mastered, will master the world in ease.
Bereft of courage there lived a poor soldier
Like a dear tiger living in a cow shed
Will he ever taste the tang of happiness?
Bereft of it why, for what he lived and died?
Without a bit of kindness lived a priest
Uttering the sermons like a fruitless tree
Piercing the ears of his faithful followers
Will, ever enter their empty holy hearts?
Bereft of any knowledge a teacher taught
Like a wolf who disguised as a pretty dog
He bridled his howls in extreme pain and shame
Never the chalice of pleasure touched his lips.
Peace and joy are not wangled for a price
They are the basis of your wonderful life
Never ever disguise yourself as someone
And ne'er live your life in misery and cries.
Honorable Mention in STRAND no 680,any form,any theme Poetry Contestsponsored by Brian Strand
Christmas Jesus alive and well
Santa takes a back door seat
Hanukkah included, swell.
Friends of all persuasions cannot be beat.
December comes but once a year.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Decorations all over my dear.
Bethlehem story easy to tell.
Kwanza is prevalent, an easy sell.
Faithful followers breaking bread.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Some so rigid; ideas are dead.
Let us admire each other’s faith.
Kwanza, Hanukkah, Christmas, do tell.
To not honor each is to skaith.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
"Let's play a game,
I'm bored", said He to him
"Ok", replied the other.
"Select one of my faithful followers,
Try him in every way possible
But do not take his life.
Do all you can to make him denounce me.
If he wavers in the faith,
You can have him"
"Oh no!", said he, "I'm not falling
For that same trick again!
My pride still hurts from losing
Out the last time!"
After a while, he said to Him
"This is what I propose:
Take one of mine and implore
Him to repent and
Be redeemed. If you fail,
Then he is mine for eternity!"
After a moment, He replied:
"Deal! Let the game begin!"
No matter what happens,
We must always be obedient;
Like the kind of attitude shown
By Christ the Lord whom God sent.
The Son did what His Father wanted,
For He was humble till the last breath;
He took the cup of suffering,
All the way to the cross of death.
As faithful followers of the Lord,
We must endure anguish and pain;
Though we may lose life on earth,
The long, lasting one we shall gain.
When we abide by the Father's word,
We shall live in peace and harmony;
But by not glorifying His name,
Ours is life put in jeopardy.
Come crises after another,
God is our refuge and defense;
Never stop serving the Father,
No matter what happens.
Whenever They Perish We Dearly Feel The Loss
With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss,
yet within heaven they shall eternally dwell.
Their earthly fears behind them, gone is any gloom,
living in paradise above their earthly tomb,
each will find heaven's serenity sweetly calls;
magnificent the mansions, golden are their walls,
no longer worrying of Fate's impending doom.
With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2016
Sonnet in 12 syllable verses,
with perfect 110 word count...
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 9
Turn the other cheek kneel while kith and kin wail
Would that faithful followers step in between
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail
Whose advice the Essene monk took in travail
Whose voice the Consul heard to nail the Essene
Turn the other cheek kneel while kith and kin wail
How easy the truth in search of the Holy Grail
Whispered under the pipal tree’s leafy sheen
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail
The elephant flaps its ears trumpeting flail
The charge comes to a halt before enemy mean
Turn the cheek kneel while kith and kin wail
The Yin yearns to hook the Yang without whom frail
Engage not the enemy when out to bait lean
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail
Risk not the lot of what virtues earn entail
On the chance encounter demolishing Yin
Turn the other cheek kneel while kith and kin wail
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
On the seven hills, virtue arrives concealed -
The discalced cross the hill country, making haste -
A presence quickening the littlest of hearts...
Privileged to greet him along the rocky passes.
Climbing the ten stringed peak,
Untold souls in silence, harmonize espousal glory,
Not alone moving mountains, but faith forward with empty hands, full.
At the four corners, thunder echoes -
Peeling hearts, stripping their core bare,
With quiet voices - mouthpieces roaming the earth in stillness of soul.
In the distance, soaring birds in flight on his breath,
Lift longing breasts to the heavens in solitude,
Singing angelic hymns with one heart and mind,
Rejoicing in revelations of truth from above.
At the three tiered platform,
Between the hills and the sky,
Resting martyrs, concealed in his blood,
Bowed heads leaning upon the wooden beam.
At the time of visitation,
Unrecognizable to many,
Known only to faithful followers,
The Holy Face of Christ not hidden,
His appearance simply out of view!
Seek ye the lord in these times of dread. Get down on your knees and bow down your head. Put down the pleasures in this world you do seek. Be not prideful, become as the meek.The Lord can see these times we are in and desires his children to seek him again.
When the world becomes dark, dismal and grey, remember to bow down your heads and to pray. As the clouds are darkened by the tides of war, the lord will come down with a mighty roar.The darkness will then give way to the light and Gods’ faithful followers will be saved from their plight.
Feeble and hunched over
his movement stumbles
as shuffling feet echo
in the shadows
of a candle-lit
forgotten church
as the old priest
performs his sacred rituals
to a few faithful followers
A commitment to the cloth
harbourer of hidden secrets
an unclaimed inheritance
no longer passed on
the last remaining elders
keepers of unwanted wisdom
take their secrets
to the grave
I'm the deceptive illusion inside your first shot
Step up out of the cold and into the hot
Come join in the heat of my never ending fire
Dance to the flames of unbridled desire
I plant the heat of passion inside of your mind
As to your own soul I'll keep you blind
I'll offer you peace so you can rest
Numb that pain inside of your chest
I'll teach you to forget all your regrets
And accept my demons as your pets
I once was Lucifer but now I'm the host
Like smoke in the night I'm your ghost
I live in the mirror for all to see
Next time your in front look closer at me
If seeking wisdom tell me who is more wise
Then the master deceiver the creator of disguise
Come walk with me take my offered hand
I'll teach you to pillage and rape the land
After you're all used up and have nothing to lose
I'll find me another to walk in your shoes
You won't be lonely I say with a grin
I have an army of you inside of the pen
Faithful followers that I've left to rot
All behind trying that first shot
Everyone my name is Michael and I'm here to say
The deceptive illusion is no game to play
© 2007 Michael Jordan
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