Tree,
Like to be the idol Eve,
Fallen thinking,
Teen,
Nevertheless, she is queen, princess,
I'm the angel of shame for her,
Stopping the deluge, cataclysm,
In human energies,
With personalities,
The services,
Gabriel, the angel of fidelity,
Stay help me, please,
Raphael with the medicine,
Against this fallen thinking of Pharisee,
Eve, by shame, was stopping here,
Not Judas Iscariot and Caiaphas even on knees,
The service of forerunner precursor Elijah priest,
"Angel of wilderness", the mantle like the wings,
On John, Jonah, and Elisha in the same mission,
From Apocalypse,
Born in anguish,
Joy of black night shining, sweet,
When I hear the voice of Virgin Mary,
Which, the New Eve, arrives pregnant by Jesus,
Open celestial door I see.
Forerunner Of The Sun,
It Marks The Pilgrims Way;
I'll Gaze Upon It While I Run,
And Watch The Rising, .... Day!
John, the forerunner of Christ, preached repentance and baptized.
The wrath of God, like fire, will devour the world, he said.
Hedonistic ways of humans, by his life, he revised
Axe is on trunks, he said; by devilment, don't be misled.
The world could not accept John's teachings, as his words weren't sweet.
Do children like medicines that are not sugar coated?
He is possessed. This is why he is unable to eat.
His lamb-like life was unjustly and untimely slaughtered.
Jesus was gregarious. He loved the rich and the poor.
Did they accept him? He's a glutton and drunkard, they said.
As blind in mind, they failed to see his benignant grandeur.
As he knew their psyche, with a soft smile, he went ahead.
The ways of the world are unreasonable and absurd.
The thoughts, words, and deeds of the world, always, Jesus stirred.
Attending an ‘SDS’ meeting
Watched ‘Democracy’ take a beating
Listened to strident, long-haired voices denounce the USA
shilling for Marx, Hegel, and Lenin all the way
As for ‘law and order,’ it was ‘Kill the Fuzz.’ ‘Off the pigs’
SDS ‘big bad wolves’ sure got in their digs
"Boycott Israel, the apartheid state"
Accusations against South Africa could wait...
‘Systemic racism, colonial imperialism, a fascist President’
The SDS in 1969 ~ blazing trails for today’s arguments…
________________________________________________
"SDS," Students for a Democratic Society, was the 1960's
forerunner of the 'cultural Marxism' infecting universities and
even some corporate boardrooms today.
MODELISTA tiepolo canova
preliminary
bozetto
maquette
en
approval
small
& highly
finished
forerunner
of
what
is
to
come
You pay BLM...DOJ?
A Garland like a serpent over the
Ten Commandments-Followers
and over the Constitution.
You keep doing what you accuse
Trump of doing, then let your Media Priests preach.
Then you use Google to snatch descent
out of the air.
Brought to you by Pfizer and the Lord of the Air.
You let rapists and murderers go.
But if you peacefully protest or pray for the
defenseless, you face up to 11 years in prison.
Why don't you be honest and lay it on the line?
You serve Satan.
Just as John The Baptist paved the way for Christ,
as His forerunner.
You are paving the way for the Anti-Christ,
the persecution has begun,
RFID-BIO chip on it's way.
Raised in North Cork
A man who received widespread adulation
It’s D.D Sheehan, B.L
Of the Irish Land & Labour Association
A poet and wordsmith
Who build the branch network from scratch
To protect those tenants burnt out
From cottages of thatch
Charles Tanner’s death
Left a hole in Mid-Cork
Then up stepped D.D
Which gave political breadth
One great achievement
Was the Act of 1911
Model homes around Blarney
Brought workers closer to heaven
For Home Rule, he tried
To give the poor Irish their governance
Despite a role in the Great War
He found that the Crown had defied
Off to South England he went
To re-assess his fate
A forerunner to Attlee he served
Worthwhile to emigrate?
Rancour is a canker
That eats us from within
Bitterness and anger*
Are sure to cause chagrin
Malice is a chalice
From which we should not drink
It will turn us callous
With hearts tuned out of sync
Hanker not for rancour
Let love rule our mind tunes
Forgiveness, the anchor
In life's wildest typhoons
Hope is the strongest rope
Sure and steadfast anchor**
In dark sin, need not grope
Rid our soul of rancour
Jesus Christ sure frees us
From rancour's canker clutch
Tenderly, He sees us
And heals us with blood touch
*Ephesians 4:31-32
[31]Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:
[32]And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
**Hebrews 6:19-20
[19]Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil;
[20]Whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec.
He was a forerunner of the Saviour,
They couldn't comprehend his behaviour,
He dwelt in the woods,
The prophecy stirred his moods.
He ate locusts and honey,
People thought it funny,
His vision wasn’t in their range,
They saw him strange.
He baptized the repentant by the River Jordan,
He saw the glory higher than,
He was arrested,
His faith was tested.
*Matthew 3:1-3 “In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judaea, And saying, Repent ye: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.”
Exemplifying the Holy Ghost’s might
Born and nurtured with miracles’ delight
He preached repentance of redemption light…
John the Baptist* fulfilled his divine right.
Exalting Christ with meek attitude’s glow
As Saviour’s forerunner of courage-show
Baptizing the Son amidst blessings flow
“Behold the Lamb of God” he proclaimed so.
Exposing faith-propped martyrdom indeed
He was beheaded for his righteous deed
Defying lustful, selfish, haughty greed
Triumphant till now with his good works’ breed.
June 25, 2023
2nd place, "12 lines of Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joanna Daniel; judged on 7/2/2023
tea cup spring blossoms
cozy color cocktails clasp ---
forerunner of spring
rainbow petrified
in easter egg elegance ---
salsa on soft snow
16 February 2023
JOHN THE BAPTIST
J ohn was a man who was the cousin of Jesus
O ut of the ordinary person was he and more then a prophet
H is work was cut out before his birth and his parents knew it
N ever would he forsake his calling for he understood it well
T he forerunner of our blessed Savior had a work to do
H e called all sinners to repentance while living in desert land
E ntering into his work through the strength of the Holy Spirit
B aptizing all including his Master for this he was called to do
A pplying the words of God to the living every day of his life
p reparing the way for the Savior to enter an example for human life
T aking the backseat poor John was willing to do or die for his Lord
I nsisting that men go follow the Master and enter a life that is pure
S urrendering his will to do all he could to smooth the Savior's path
T hen at last dying at the hands of evil men with his heart still serving his Lord
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Biting and awful events!
I had to pray in convents.
You had come but left early
And you were meant an ally.
Less time you had spent with me,
With others I had felt not free.
You were my wished pet you know:
I could not leave you to grow...
My chosen classic partner,
John the Baptist forerunner:
I had been your good refuge
And would still have been quite huge.
Why didn't you in sewage
Discard hurting subterfuge?
The blows of hammering pain
Not washed away by the rain:
Who is swept away by blaze
Its sad memory shall raise...
Engulfed you were by the clouds,
Your voice unheard though quite loud.
The endless is always long,
Shortens it not touching song...
It's ended fraternity
For a damned eternity
Still of weeping rank
At Blood Bank
And a Monster to tackle
In Transfusion circle;
Donors to save their pints
Or get ready to be clients
For the fiercest legal battle
That could The Bones rattle
Of their counsels: Baker or Sawyer
Widely judged “The Best Lawyer!”
Still oiling The Aids chainsaw
Whose savagery is sure:
A body violating its symmetry
And flying it to the cemetery …
Ever, The Forerunner of Wrecked Gum
That never helps a tuneful hum,
The body of victims a Leopard’s
Whereas they’re rather bipeds …
Yet to send prostitution packing
But much of its thrill sacking.
Joseph Mallard Wiiliam T
a a bit of an art revolutionary was he
From 'old master genre' without guile
to a forerunner abstraction meanwhile
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