Herman heard me,
The howl of a nation.
Scourged! I was usurped,
And I was atomized!
Toivo came, a solemn tide
He contrived the paradiddle
That led to my autonomy.
Toivo, the inexorable current
That ringed a contrasting atoll.
Archracist criminalized him
Yet Herman endured unmitigated,
His heart never inuring to my cry.
His oratorical showers watered
The long rocky road to M21.
A sower of the seeds of hope
Andimba dispersed his ardour
Deep in the hearts of men
Ensuring the brave do not contort.
And when I was amorphous,
His sagacious parlance
Was perceived across oceans.
Toivo extolled my unsung features
And with his bellicose
He lit my torch of sovereignty.
Today, I am the Land of the Brave,
Because Herman heard me.
Categories:
inuring, africa, appreciation, dedication, father,
Form: Free verse
Hallelujah Christ Arose
Heavenly hosts and angels with God sing.
Man, enlightened, living Truths, great joy brings.
Jesus Christ was strong; so, He came to earth.
Living to die a mortal death since birth.
Everlastingly outshining evil.
Loving all peoples and teaching the right,
Understanding God’s ways, He brought new light.
Inuring to us freedom from sins, blames.
A loving Savior, Jesus Christ sustains.
He pleased our Father and praised His name.
Charity was by His examples taught.
Heavenly Father, through Christ, mercy wrought.
Remembering Father and eternal loss.
Instead of self-love, He died on the cross.
Subjected to Satan, Christ overcame.
To earn back our lives, steady love remains.
Atonement for sin was paid on that hill.
Reliving in heaven, He won God’s will.
Omnipotent love He gave us, forever.
So we could live in Heaven together.
Eternal death by God and faith, fettered.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 7th, 2010
Poetic form: Acrostic
Categories:
inuring, faithfather, death, god, death,
Form: Acrostic
Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun,
The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun;
Metal doors slam shut, rumbling its echo down the hall,
Now come jail bar shadows to lurk upon the night wall;
There would come death to silence but for the jailers' keys,
To rattle the quite where freedom none sees;
Moment by moment goes time so deep to know,
Where the inuring gloom of imprisonment, time creeps so very slow;
Categories:
inuring, life, people, places, time,
Form: Rhyme