Hyssop Poems | Examples

Improvised Altars

I cracked the olive pit
between my molars—
bitter pod,
black shrine.

The sea came through my teeth,
settled brine, at the root.

They said do not name the god,
so I lit her symbol
with hyssop oil and lemon peel,
dragged it across my tongue
like a net.

The temple was inside me,
sealed in salt.
Each time I wept,
I baptized
what I could not forgive.

TALLEYRAND

Silk stocking filled with mud was Talleyrand.
With the future of France held in his hand,
He played kibitzer-informed cards with skill,
Maneuvering a Congress to his will.

There once was a Marquis named Talleyrand,
Who loved ladies and a fine sarabande
Smarts from ladies gained as a teen
Helped him escape the guillotine,
Surviving four regimes as he had planned.

Vested in priestly garb this backslidden Bishop
Chose diplomacy over baptism and hyssop.
Though Talleyrand walked with congenital limp,
He was never known as a diplomatic wimp.

I Cannot Speak of Such Atrocity

compassion felt in my chest,
in my abdominals,
in my mind…it hurts

i cannot speak
of such atrocity
as I have heard about

i feel sick
what inhuman entity
would do such things

no human
could

one would have to be
possessed
by the devil

do you follow such creatures?
do they inhabit you too?

scrub yourself with hyssop
tongs to your tongue with heaven’s burning coal

the tongue is out of control…the final fruit
is self-control…line up the tongue
with God’s Holy Spirit

speak life…be whole

Mental Case

I sing loud in my mumble
On serious matters i struggle
Mind wild like savannah jungle
It spurs jumbled thoughts
That regress in jerks and fumbles.

My presence to you is a disgrace
Im an outcast i am a mental case
Is it because i spoil in my own dress?
Is it because i toil in restless race?
Chasing after things im running from.

I have feelings you understand not
My brain is simply a melting pot.
Am chained but my mind is not
Im pained deep in thoughts
Tears drop in smile like an open tin
Pendulum of mood like a chameleon skin
Perdition like the worst of sin.

They say to the spiritual battle am a no winner
For devil dug deep to reside inner.
Holy hyssop wash to cleanse me cleaner

Oh, im a perfect abstract art
I reflect my badly soiled heart
A victim to my leaking mind
Dripping thoughts normals can't find.

Amidst all, our God still blesses
He showers the same amount of graces
Whether we captured in net of mental cases
Your love soothes my relentless mind paces.

Next Dance, Next Fight

Pounding out fear
Will lead me somewhere

Where or when or how
What then?

Next page, next light
Next dance, next fight

Picture this:
A song of the past

Hidden beneath the 
Habits of altitude

Lower and longer
Sound and somber

Know and find
Crimes of rhymes

Listen up close
Hear what is near

Let loose of your worries
And cling to good cheer

Setting suns can't beat
the moon

Nor can mountains fall
from the sky' tears

Burdens are bending
And faith is mending

Move in, stay out
Come far, stand out

Pleas of hyssop trees
Leave after noon

Missing out 
Beneath the stones

Pampered souls
Never remember

Opposites cannot rhyme
Unless they dance in sync

The Singing of the Hymns

During the singing of the hymns
A miracle suddenly appeared to the congregation.
The church was shaken by thunder and lightning to its foundation.
And the glorious voices of angels came down singing in dedication. 

Praises to seven glorified saints and to the holy men in jubilation
Who faithfully carried the cross upon their backs in consecration.
Singing sacred chants of holy praises to the almighty in exaltation 

And the seven spirits began to circle the altar seven times seven in unification.
miraculously seven golden chained thuribles appeared in ornamentation 
for the ceremonial purification 

of hot coals and hyssop incense 
That filled the church with the sweet fragrance. 
of hope and salvation

The Old Oliver

Grandpa's tractor coughs, sputters and comes alive, acrid smoke sharpening my senses... gears engaged, lurches forward, disturbing clouds of fungus midges bursting in the sun from the damp clumps of weeds near the barn.
Anise Hyssop, wild spires along the barn, fill the air with licorice smells as the rear wheels brush by.

Proceeding to the field, the tractor hiccups over clumps of soil, jarring memories of Grandpa's firm grip around my waist, riding along, teaching me secrets of the earth...

...a cycle finished, Grandma brought out to the field at lunchtime, a covered basket filled with cold chicken, potato salad, creamed cucumbers and half a fresh berry pie, lovingly prepared the day before, sharing smiles and my excited recollections of the morning...

...another couple hours and Grandpa tires a bit, so we ramble back to the barn, spying Grandma unclipping laundry from the clothesline, softly singing beautiful hymns of praise.

A Blessed Day, Indeed..

Turning - Longing For Change -Psalm 51

Here is God's servent caught up in sins
lust, adultery, murder and deceit
David himself a man after God's own heart
but like the rest of us having clay made feet

David pleads for God to be merciful
to remove all his iniquity blowing his fuse
for he knows his failure and his sins
against a God of purity being without excuse

God calls for repentance that's real deep
David turning from sin was so very real
pleading for hyssop so he is purged
like in Egypt years before the blood did heal

David's confidence was in God alone
so from sin, he would hide his face
and David's iniquity he blotted out
as God can with us in his blessed grace

Real repentance needs to be continuance
not just at conversion but every single day
when we put off sin we must put on Christ
so to grow we must die without delay

PSALM 51(ESV)

My Love, Jesus

My Love, Jesus


Your skin glows crimson hyssop, blossoms flourish as rose the hopes of spring;
My yearning heart rises your harp as a voice that leaps liken sheep;
At the whisper of your name, Jesus;
The evening ascends in on a great doves wing(My love Jesus);
I am calmed by your robe that I carry to the twilight tree beams held next;
To my hands arms and branches limbs(My love Jesus);
I am filled with the hope that I may dry your tears of water; 
As my feet falls from my sandals, it reminds me of you a singer; 
In the hushed, I listen for the last joyish praise of the spring;(My love Jesus)
My heated arms leaps to my toting sac, await I crystal moonlight for Christ;
Angels and men we maybe singing as one, arm to arm, in search of the glorious purple and spiritual Heaven of love (My love Jesus);
I shall sing unto you my love, Jesus(My love Jesus);
My love Jesus, Jesus you are my love(My love Jesus);



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A Nations Soul Bleeds

A Nation's Soul Bleeds
By: Tom Wright
11/7/01

Neath her fury,
was a soul cloaked in temporary jubilation.
'Mongst minds eye, came notions of revenge.
Whilst chill of night haunts her soul,
days are spent parting cobwebs, trying to validate life.
She envisions life as no more
than hyssop colored grass yielding liquid prisms.
Whilst pondering her haunting mystery
there came an inversion of herself,
ascending a timeless rope, into an abysmal pit.
The domain of nocturnal nations
whose spirits are in states of distress,
and there shall be gnashing of teeth.

In It I Found Peace: the Book of Psalm

In it i found peace: The Book of Psalm

Have mercy on me,
 Oh God, 
according to your unfailing love;
 according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions.

Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. 
Surely you desire truth in the inner parts;
 you teach me wisdom in the inmost place. Create in me a pure heart, 
Oh God,
 and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. 
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, 
and I will be whiter than snow

 Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. 
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, 
to sustain me. 

In you
,oh God,
 I found peace


    - Romeo Lekhalo

Ode To Flowers

Ode to Flowers

Praise to our God for such as one of these,
raised forth to give out beauty in the sun.
A throng of glories basking in the breeze,
the flower kingdom’s parade has begun.
So many times, we seek their eye appeal,
to warm the heart and send a song of love,
or scent a room with sweet morbidity.
Their rainbow colors fill our lives with zeal.
A precious gift endowed from up above,
a field of flowers, waving like the sea.

With petals soft and nature's own perfume,
their fleeting beauty must be caught and loved.
For all too soon some fade in heat of June,
unless a sterner constitution made of.
The honeybee migrates in morning rounds.
At night in spring their ether fills the air.
A flower trembles to the beat of life,
lifting spirits that have sunken down,
spreading seeds of like kind for the next year.
God bless them all like the hyssop loosestrife.


3/29/17

Waking Love - Embed Etheree

rains
have ceased
clouds passed by
tears rolled away
silence beacons peace
budding blooms mirror sun
light overcomes dour shadows
truth yields fragrant hyssop of hope
solemnness no longer reigns all day
storm has lifted, leaving love in its wake

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 
 (reversed) 
Storm has lifted, leaving love in its wake 
solemnness no longer reigns all day 
truth yields fragrant hyssop of hope 
light overcomes dour shadows 
budding blooms mirror sun 
silence beacons peace 
tears rolled away 
clouds passed by 
rains have < Last 3 word order changed) 
ceased.

I Paint the Blood

Systematically I work as I go through each and every room
With my invisible hyssop branch I paint
I paint the Lamb’s sacrificial blood over each and every entry way
Every doorpost and every window
Upon each and every inch of my yard too…
Every single blade of grass
Every inch of my property is now covered with the blood of my Savior
Rebuking and casting and sweeping the demons from my home
Systematically one window and door at a time
Deliverance! I speak deliverance from demons within my dwelling!
Never to return, I cast them into the pits of hell
My home is now free
My home is delivered
Demons are fleeing left and right
Even through the highest window…
Deliverance is mine and for each and every member of my household
All claimed by my Lord and Savior Yeshua!

Gwendolen Rix 
8-19-14

I dedicate this poem to Susan Davis for her beautiful testimony Sunday 
morning at the End Time’s Prophecy Conference in Indianapolis, Indiana

Old Fashioned Remedy

She qualified more years ago
than many people want to know.
In fact it was before the War;
(we’re talking now about the Boer.)

Her methods haven’t changed a lot,
since Granny Smith was just a tot
and still she carries, all the time,
some tansy, hyssop and a lime.

Her gentle touch, a word or two
will keep us from our Waterloo.
And if we suffer stress or strain
she'll calm us down and then explain,

"A little rum will ease the pain!"

~

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