Oh, what shall be my contribution
To the Temple of my King?
When I ascend His holy mountain
What right tribute could I bring?
What present would my Lord desire?
What might serve His kingdom plan?
See, He is a consuming fire
Can we meet? By grace we can!
What goodness could I ever give Him?
How shall I approach my Lord?
I never could deserve to see him
Ne’er could I His grace afford
Is Yahweh pleased with streams of oil?
With ten thousand fatted rams?
How shall I prove that I am loyal?
Humbly guarding His commands
Yes, He has shown what He deems proper
Blood-cleansed hands; a firm, pure heart
A life of trust in my good Father
Was His purpose from the start
I climb His mount with joy and singing
With a heart to volunteer
Surrender is what I am bringing
As He calls me to come near
Categories:
fatted, god,
Form: Rhyme
As some Indians
(dot, not feather)
go to great lengths
to ingratiate themselves
by obsequious behaviour
(bob your head if you agree with me)
could it be the origin
of the expression,
'To curry favour'?
Tho' hunger knows no bounds
forget the fatted calf
despite the nation suffering
from starvation by more than half
they'll curry a horse
but not a cow
those bovine ungulates
are holier than thou
Categories:
fatted, animal, food, fun, horse,
Form: Rhyme
It feels so good to fall apart
It feels so good to grow apart
It feels so good to live apart
It feels so good to cry apart
At first it was cool being apart
At first it was happy being apart
At first it was fun being apart
At first it was enjoyed being apart
Then seconds and minutes beget days
Then days beget fatted weeks
Then weeks grew into months
Then months made a way into our hearts
It feels bad now being apart
It feels so bad living apart
It feels so sad crying apart
Worst of all is living together apart
Categories:
fatted, assonance, betrayal, feelings, girlfriend,
Form: Rhyme
Marble-sided buildings sunk in the sand
Jumped 40 glassy stories on command.
Everyone thinks life is nothing and money’s grand.
Rolling chair hawkers spiel and cutely chide
Sunday suited daddies to pay for their brides.
So, a cavalcade of marmalade mommies ride,
(Fatted infants firmly holstered at each side),
Tossing constant comment diapers drenched with pride
To the beach where broken dreamers slept and died.
Categories:
fatted, america, society, technology, truth,
Form: Rhyme
From hills and orchard row to the Queen’s chain
plume the toetoe, the ponga’s silver gild -
in planted grove and fertile dairy plain
droved is the fatted calf and the earth tilled.
White breasted native wood pigeons cooing
leap bearing fruits and leaves to feed among,
and up above in splendid chorus wing
the tui, bellbird, and grey warbler song.
O’ to see that autumn sun’s gentle fade
on the dew shine of fallen crown of leaves,
and macrocarpas betwixt light and shade
when April rains fall its bowers and eaves.
Soon the solstice will a changing invoke
and idle woodfired stovepipes fill with smoke.
Written: April 1996
Categories:
fatted, autumn, seasons,
Form: Sonnet
When skin was smooth and wrinkles few
the doors all opened up for you
And though your heart was black as coal
It mattered not, to reach your goal
Yet hearts that shine with beauty’s glow
are worth much more than you could know
And now that silver knows your name
you only have yourself to blame
With spots of age and tattered brows
and skin that bloats of fatted cows
What good now, a mirrored gaze
left behind, your younger days
But kindness says, it’s not too late
a heart can grow beyond its fate
So lift your love and clear your head
and from within you’ll glow instead
Categories:
fatted, age, beautiful, beauty, fate,
Form: Couplet
Your goodliness and Godliness parades around in my head
and makes me scoff.
I used to be that way too but the devil came by with her enticing ways.
She had such a convincing spiel, I followed her gladly.
Understanding now that the sinner part of me is more fun than not.
Do you want to be stagnant? Stale? Left in the dirt?
An old maid or worse?
Your prissy ways and persnickety attitude
is going to cause you to petrify.
You will never experience the little death if you remain on this track.
Come play with me, hear the pipes? Frolic and dance; the time is ripe.
You deserve to live; eat from the fatted calf, drink some red wine.
Stop standing in the mirror of others, nurture your wanton side.
Lust and love, that’s all there is baby, and money and greed.
Let yourself have a taste of the life you crave, the good life.
They who pressure you into purity are jealous of your youth.
They want you to become moldy, green, yesterday’s bread.
Do not waste your talents, your hunger is vast
You are voluptuous, adventuresome. Taste some life my friend!
Let me help you by leading the way.....
Categories:
fatted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Life just one of many tares
upon our soul’s lost fabric shorn.
smaller losses grown beside
such little mosses sown.
breeding lichen friends to all;
mounting by and bye,
in hopes to high escape the wall.
When first lost directions fallow;
tomorrow is the laugh,
so lilting shallow life, the fatted calf.
Breech the breeze; her golden face and sleeve
her bladed arc swung longe to endless grieve.
for thou art made of mud and such,
unbeknownst; until a touch,
and then
the sun will rise.
Categories:
fatted, creation, faith, freedom, future,
Form: Free verse
A mystical cross on the inside of your palm
Means your life is foretold in a glorious psalm.
Lucky bracelet rings around your dainty wrist
Means you were created in energy’s mist.
If you palm looks like she’s been sliced in half
Right down the middle, get the fatted calf.
The lifeline which sails widely around your thumb
Cuts in quite deeply, means you are not too dumb.
The heartline across the top chooses her finger.
If she stops at the pointer, marriage will be a zinger.
Headline in the middle between heart and life
Each nick across indicates a tiny bit of strife.
Stars and whorls, crosses, and well-cut lines.
Palm knowledge is as cherished as Pharaoh’s gold mines.
Categories:
fatted, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
It’s been a Year, plus One, and plus a Half!
And who’m I, that at Victory, I should weep?
To sing praise, and to kill the fatted calf –
So, I should do, and yet, instead, I sleep.
You’ve made of Self, a Permanency now,
You sit at His right hand before the King,
You walked from here to Heaven, Unbroken Vow
Was every moment stamped upon your Ring:
‘I will please God first!’ and you always did.
No other Spouse will satisfy me than
The One Who in my Secret Heart is hid!
And yet, Love never grew pale, weak or wan
Than Love for God, there is no greater Love
And you, my Joy, my Light, my Strength, my Dove!
Categories:
fatted, appreciation, faith, god, inspiration,
Form: Sonnet
Mucking out and milking we are curds in the churn.
Our house is a blooming belly brimful and snuffling,
feet planted in the green rubber of muddy dawns.
A fox rapturously cherished a hen last night;
brown feathers speckled red fly now on the wind.
The patchy cat watches; it knows that we share
a dream guzzling tractor, with its rhythmus purr.
The tangy beasts are fed, the turkey and goose fatted.
Our meat squeals in the marketplace and struts to auction.
What is not eaten, wallows.
We live thigh deep, grub and plow;
partake in the love of it.
Categories:
fatted, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Anthem for a Veggie
Never gonna roast no chicken
Never gonna braise no steak
Never gonna grill no lamb chop
Eating meat, I’ll not partake.
Never gonna fry no sausage
Never gonna boil no ham
Never gonna barbecue burger
Feast only of the fields and Yam.
Won’t feast on Yuletide Turkey
Won’t feast on fatted goose
Won’t kill no moorland partridge
Saving pheasant from a noose
Won’t skillet no wild venison
Won’t stir fry country hare
Won’t eat any creature that lived
Because it’s wrong and so unfair
Categories:
fatted, animal, food, how i
Form: Rhyme
Hush My Baby,
Wake Up Now,
The Moon's Shining Brightly,
On The Misty Bough,
A Man In The Moon,
Has Tripped,
The Fatted Cow,
And Now My Child,
We Shall All,
Fall Down.
(Vickie Thayer Poetess 2018)
Categories:
fatted, abortion, child, loneliness, loss,
Form: Lyric
across the table pink-eyed – not even Alice’s rabbit either – the impenitent sat – stooped – round as a fatted pig – full of pride in service – unabashed by his kill count – he spoke of philosophy Paris and London – his son following in his footsteps - Afghanistan his war – Perrier green glass sparkled – heat withheld – lust present & accounted for – lust for the military bit
across the table sat Alice - unknowing peacemonger – she observed his head turtling into his neck – she didn’t comment on his war stories – caffeine drove her to the precipice of honesty - lemming like she fell – but not for him – the hour spent down the rabbit hole passed – the sustenance she fed him swallowed - they parted ways
no company found – matchless – burnt-out flames – neither the better off for the meet
Categories:
fatted, age, betrayal, truth,
Form: Free verse
Welcome to the world of Worldly
where we feast all night.
All those things you once thought wrong -
here they all are right!
Worldly’s citizens are many.
Membership is free.
Criminals are here as well as
high society.
Come here and forget your sorrows
and forget your past.
Leave your ethics at the door too.
Here they will not last.
Come consume the fatted calf.
Imbibe cherry wine.
Love is a four letter word.
Lust, though, is divine!
Little boys and pretty girls
are also here to serve you
(if you lean that way, of course).
All things are on the menu!
Worship with us at the alter.
The sacrament for sin
is your blood lust or that rush
you get beneath your skin.
We have got a secret leader
with the gift of charm.
Succumb to him. We will relax you.
Let us prick your arm.
Our special members love green color
and they love their gold.
You might qualify one day. . .
Just do as you're told.
Finally, remember this.
In Worldly you will be
with peers who think and act like you
(should you need sympathy).
Categories:
fatted, evil,
Form: Quatrain
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