It wasn’t clean at Calvary,
no tidy hill-top site,
neat-kept and swept
where tourist cameras
crowd
wide-angled
in the holy sweat
of multi-pounded package tours.
It was a common place
of cruelty,
and blood,
a skull,
Golgotha death
and mocking hate
and sorrow deep-confused.
In retrospect,
a place of wonder
infinite,
for here
the eternal God,
forgiving,
gave his life
for me.
“The Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
Galatians 2:20
Power of this world:
Lust of flesh, lust of eyes and
Pride of life all passed.
Tithes and offering
Are acid test to all men
Blessing truly seen.
We're all one in Him,
In spirit and in truth,
With faith not a shame.
Each will be tested
Be good to end, I suppose,
Life's real purpose.
War thou comrades
Neo liberalism will die
Wifi try defy the lie
I own the sky i testify
while you all die
For me there's only just one faith,
Christ him Crucified,
For in God's Son, all victory won,
The day my saviour died.
untended urgency
unequipped for service
ungirded for battle
utterly regretful
unattainable prize
unretrievable loss
unquenchable laments
How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation?
James 2:3 KJV
4-30-2021
Plieades U Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Decisions
Haiku: by Tom
12/28/2020
Today’s decisions,
determine eternity,
for our later life.
This is what the local examiner preaches
Lynchings, or killing someone by hanging, historically were mostly used by whites against black men in the South beginning in the late 19th century, according to the NAACP.
Below my reply in comment
How they twist words to suit narrative, lynch mobs were a common practice in Ireland and many countries all over the world, so selectively do you promote division black or white this article is racist bias in content promoting hate
Liberal has a new agenda when it comes to the truth being told
for what value it holds someone has to correct fools
lynching is as old as warfare itself virtually
Poetry transformed
Vibrated through
microphones
Ladies don't
give away your moans
freely
Entice with your eyes
come back
In nine months
full of surprise.
Nothing could be better
than creating another you
You and I, the gospel truth.
If you don't mind
I'd like to preach
about it
for an hour or two
While your
eyes unfold
the greatest gift
my ears have ever heard
This is a Rondine in pentameter
Never say never my darling Betty.
I think past sweet words have been a good start
and know they’re ingress to a woman’s heart
Would you like to rest on this soft settee,
there is no danger its firm and steady.
Gospel truth, in pantsuit you look so smart.
Never say never.
I saw you, dear, at Tavern Gramercy.
In Effie Silk Dress you were piece of art,
I could have torn your lucky date apart.
The Maitre d' had your table ready
Never say never.
When in this wicked world
My peace of mind suffers cardiac arrest
Curled, hurled, unfurled
To wolves whose snarl can't rest
Until my courage they tear
Bringing my citadel to its knees
In my heart they dare
To inject fear, plunging my vision into seas
So deep my courage can't swim
Broken and forsaken
In a whim
Badly mistaken
On my wobbly knees I bend
Asking God why
My precious dreams flounder, to somehow end
Up in a teary cry
Torn to shreds
Stillborn
Battered on wanton beds
Teeming with scorn
Driven by envy and jealousy
In circumstances where complicity and duplicity
Know no mercy
In my vicinity
I shake my head, proclaiming 'Devil, you're a liar'
Plucking up courage with renewed vigour
To steer the focus of my thoughts clear
Of the illusion that mistakenly I believed held the Gospel truth rigour.
In a perfect world
there would be no war
no disease and no pain
in a perfect world there would be nothing that would make
us feel like the worlds gone insane
in a perfect world we would be free
in a perfect world for you and me
there is no perfect world since the fall of man
a lesson we have all learned
but everything will be perfect when Jesus has returned
on his arrival things will be as they should be
in a perfect place with him both you and me
The Gospel Truth
© Ben Burton 11-23-2014
It never lasts forever
Not upon this earth we share
A wife or husband leaves us
It's so hard to shake despair
Religion makes us hopeful
But that's still a world away
We'd like a quick solution
To propel us through those days
That once had special meaning
Celebrating Christmastime
For now, it's a reminder
Of the pain we've stored inside
Perhaps a pet will comfort
And new hobbies can distract
Or visiting the places
We would go if they were back
Awakening the memories
Of the many joys we shared
Will honor those who left us
And surcease their own despair
For if you think about it
Had you been the first to go
Your rest could not be peaceful
If your love was suff'ring so
To serve a dual purpose
Never leave your past behind
But savor what is left you
And let nothing cloud your sky
Sure, it's "what they would have wanted"
An expression often used
And there's a reason for it
Frankly, it's the Gospel truth
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