Forthcoming Summer Hiku 21
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I will make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and will give them all these lands, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed. —Genesis 26:4 NIV
The promises were spoken to Abraham and to his seed. The scripture does not say “and to seeds,” meaning many people, but “and to your seed,” meaning one person, who is Christ. —Galatians 3:16 NIV
FORTHCOMING WORD
Such lovely words, one’s breath won’t die,
for infants’ blest in their first cry.
The utterance, such wisdom stays
in God’s sweet book - colostrum’s praise.
The word is seed, the treasure stirred -
such drivel’s born whence kitten’s purred.
The pearl upon the tongue - a gem,
a current sage, it buds from stem.
Exhale uttered with rage or joy -
uncertain world of girl or boy.
Without a beginning no aim -
dear Kilmer’d be devoid of fame.
A mother’s breast of silent ink,
for such a time’s needed to think.
The notable breath of God’s babe -
promised from stars to good old Abe.
3/1/2022
A poem lovely as a Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
I give credit to who and what we are
that keep us moving: forward across
obstacles, through the darkness;
upward beyond limitations
of known heights;
inward to love
ourselves
and the
others
lurking
within; downward
to respect our follies, and
backward to never forget.
Forthcoming
Last year
He came out of the closet
Had spent
Thirty years
Trying to find
The right pair
Of shoes
New Islamic
state,
Obama
betrays
allies;
Israel's
alone!
The dark skies are coming,
Dark clouds are appearing,
The wind is gusting,
Trees are fronting,
We are shunning,
We go running...
The dark skies are coming,
Rains are blossoming,
Nature is bumping,
They go cunning,
The sky is drumming,
Forest are burning,
We run intending...
Dark skies are coming,
Gusts are interfering,
Nature is in confusion,
Humanity getting in pandemonium,
Minds in disorder,
Intention unbecoming...
Dark skies are coming,
Darkness is rising,
Sun is fading,
It is causing an uprising,
It keeps arising,
We keep striving...
Dark skies are coming,
Darkness is blinding,
Gusts keep arriving,
Deception and treachery are conniving,
Pain gets agonizing,
We go crying,
You go regreting...
The dark skies are coming,
Mountains are crumbling,
Clounds are thundering,
Soil is spoiling,
Bodies are breaking,
Hearts are bleeding,
Birds are flocking,
Fishes are emerging,
Somethings are dying,
Humanity is surviving,
Safety is distrusted,
Most things are doubted,
Everything is happening,
The dark forthcomings are near...
I saw an Angel with golden silver wings.
My ears tingled from her voice as she sings.
Adorned in gown of pastel green with golden hair,
Delightful music played, as my soul had no care.
Between her lyrics she sat ever so still.
Though interludes of nature did humbly fill,
Creatures of nature captured the beauty she expelled.
Their communication showered the quiet, as I exhaled.
This Angel said no words though spoke so clear.
With a melodious voice she concluded all fear.
Let not you heart be troubled or even soul lost.
For soon he will be coming he gave over the cost.
Forget what mortals’ say; that they know of his time.
For theirs is temptation, to lure thou into crime.
No man whether Holy or evil shall ever know his time of coming.
Though always remember, his return is truly forthcoming.
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