In spite of these catastrophes,
holocausts and disasters;
the adverse calamities
and endless ever afters;
despite (or because) of these,
we shelter in one Temple,
spreading over seven seas,
we're God's own chosen people.
It can last, twelve centuries,
It would be time to milk the cows,
To sit around a table,
To fly marvellous kites
Above Palestine,
Jerusalem, was long an Egyptian,
Then Canaanite, with Jesus Christ
At last the Israelites came,
Should we believe the Bible? Solomon?
Should we believe David? Where?
I refer to Wikipedia,
Nostradamus here took the throne,
Then the Greeks settled here.
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The History of Jerusalem, my friend
Wasn’t made in a day,
The Romans are renovating the city,
Where the New Testament begins,
but the Jews are stubborn,
Hadrien erected temples
To make the city pagan,
She even lost her name,
The city becomes a Holy City again,
from the seventh century,
Then Arabs settled,
it can last twelve centuries,
It’s time to milk the cows.
To care for a sheep’s not an executive task
for such a position few men ask
It lacks any prestige and pays so little
shepherds outearned by subway fiddlers
Yet Joseph’s brothers all tended sheep
as did the celebrated Little Bo-Peep
And God chose Moses to lead the Israelites
When Moses rescued a lamb low on electrolytes
Great leaders have made their mark tending sheep
Their incomes and hours who would want to keep
THE TRAVELLERS
A hamlet,
no larger
than a miracle,
lies before us.
A dream,
crouching uncharted
under a sea
of night sky,
unexpected
but welcome.
The sea of night
parts its waves
revealing a moonlit path
through to desert sands.
And I
lead my companions
closer to it,
lest the day dawn
and the dream fade.
While the fear
of Pharaoh’s chariots
floods our hearts.
Beyond the Curtains of Night, there is No Time in the Ether
so, I pay Homage and take Solace to the Great Master Weaver
Wings Wide like Faravahar, I was Born Bright
Into the Sky, Head High, Full Fravashi Like
turn off the Lights watch the Razzle and Dazzle
To Become, I Ascend Celestial Tabernacles
Star Bound I'm a Star Djedi
Chasing Stars like Israelites,
Chasing Treasures like Ghost Ships wrought by Argonauts
Pulling Swords, I'm a Rolling Stone, Forging Legends like Camelot
Think Not! My Shield Wields Fire like Pendragon
like 7 Rishi Stars, I Journey the Havens like Sagan
it's Astronomical, my Zin is so Uru it's Prophetic
I Part Dross like Moses,
Plant Seeds, within a Fleeting Breeze life is just Star Dust
To Fly I Trust, To Live I Must
tuned in to the High Cypher my mind is Electrified
So Electric like Mozart with the Pen Of Life
Unto The Sun, yes my heart still burns like Saffron
Sway Bright like Luther on the Front Foot,
On The High Road
I Flame Forth Stoic Swords,
To Run With The Wind, To Become, on this Heroic Course
I Am Light Bright like a Wild Horse
456.
Prayer Against Enemies
Oh Father God, deliver us from enemies
May we subdue them with multitudes of victories
Oh Lord Jesus, save us who are like the Israelites
Grant us strongholds and take our fights
Oh Holy Spirit, rescue us from utter defeat
Be our radiant prize, our magnificent merit
This we ask in our Almighty God. Amen.
-12/21/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems Against Life's Problems
(And Jacob came to Shalem, a city of Shechem, which is in the land of Canaan, when he came from Padanaram; and pitched his tent before the city.) Genesis 33: 18.
Who is Jacob?
Jacob is son of Isaac; brother of Esau; father of the twelve patriarchs of Israel.
Land of Canaan means Palestine which belongs to Canaanites not Israelites. So clear in Torah.
Palestinians
Real owner of that land
Jacob came to them.
Israelites arise, step into Yah's mercy
Every chapter of your life is about to be rewritten
Relentless love is about to take control
The truth shall be unfolded
Though the battles have begun, each war will be won
The Creator is real; the enemy no longer can conceal
No weapon formed against you shall prosper
The Creator is alive and real
Every chapter in your life is being rewritten as we speak
Walk in faith and strength knowing you have authority
You are an overcomer
No Season or Cycle can keep you down
Once you take accountability, responsibility and control
Israelites, you can conquer the world
Though water rises, be strong and call upon the unshakable Yah
Every weapon, dart and arrow that are sent your way will fall, so be at peace
No chain will be able to hold you in times of trials and war
Trust in Yah to rebuild, redeem and restore
The Heavens parted, the sea split in two
Dry land appeared, the Israelites walked through
Six weeks later they stood at Sinai, as one they said
“Everything in your Torah, we will gladly do”
A revolution occurred, a Covenant made
between a People and God, a firm foundation laid
And though the People have too often strayed
the Covenant remains, 3,348 years ~ to this very day
My name is “Israel” McCorkle, my name proves I am real,
due to its prefix, it’s not just a fix,
it’s a mental realization.
People always ask about,
and compliment my first name.
It has an aura,
It’s a powerful meaning.
Something that holds the strongest value
and is one of the most powerful parts of my identity.
And the word of the known name,
it goes back years and years
all the way to the Bible
and the Israel lights.
Not only does it have the wording of a country,
but it's a name most known in the biblical world.
It echoes through the ages,
back to ancient light,
From stories in the Bible
to the brave Israelites.
It sounds just like a nation,
with history so grand,
Yet also speaks of spirit —
a force that takes a stand.
The Lost Tribe
Holocaust, this tragic word, millions of lives lost in its
name, and it has not ended. This time,
it is the
Palestinians who are victims of a people
who have learned only one lesson to survive
one has to be
and able to tell lies and
cynically play on Europe’s common guilt.
Hitler wasn’t able to remove the Jews; we Christians
wouldn’t let him.
The people of Israel have taken it upon themselves to
emulate their former tormentors,
will not be able to eradicate the Palestinians
we, the despised and cowardly Christians,
will not let them.
The raw disregard the Israelites show against their Semitic Brothers borders to self-hate; it will corrupt them, and they will sink into nihilism.
Dust upon dust, the story could have been so different hadn’t
they decided that kindness
was a hindrance when creating their tribal paradise.
The King of Moab was named Balak
Truth be told, he was cruel, diabolic
Afraid of the Israelites, he hired the sorcerer Balaam
a ‘prophet-for-hire,’ he’d curse the Jews with nary a qualm
Yet whenever Balaam tried to curse the Jews
praises issued forth from his mouth, quite a few
Balak had figured the Jews’ leader, Moses, fights with words of the Lord
So he'd hire the prophet Balaam; the Lord also infuses his vocal cords…
But poor Balak made one enormous mistake
Moses stuttered badly – ‘twas Aaron’s words made the earth quake
Moses’ hidden weapon was his heart, united with God, whom he loved
unlike mercenary Balaam ~ for a heart he was devoid of
Slinging Stuff
The Book of Judges talks of slingers.
Seven hundred strong, all left- wingers.
The Bible tells us they were terribly feared.
They could split a hair on an enemy’s beard.
And besides the ability to split a hair,
The force of the stones, flying through the air,
Whatever it hit, didn’t have a prayer,
The equivalent of a.44 to bear.
How far, you ask, could these stones kill?
Almost 400 feet with moderate skill.
In the Roman army, the slingers drilled holes,
In their bullets with specific goals.
The sound, was found, when the stones would fly,
Shrill and buzzing, made the enemy’s throat dry.
More accurate than troops with bow and arrow,
The slingers were feared, to the enemy’s marrow.
We’re reminded of David, the young boy shepherd,
Also a slinger, killing wolf and leopard.
Goliath was slow and feeble of sight.
He never had a chance of winning this fight.
So the real story is not just David, the boy.
It’s about a slinger the Israelites managed to deploy.
The vestments of Aaron the High Priest stood out
Their striking beauty brought about
heightened expectations from the hushed crowd
as the High Priest entered the Holy of Holies in a cloud
of incense, carrying the names of each tribe on his breast
seeking G-d’s pardon, that His people He bless…
trembling, humble – though dazzling in appearance
Aaron pleaded Israel’s case with iron-willed perseverance
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Above is a stylized description of the entrance of Aaron, the
High Priest, into the Holy of Holies in the Tabernacle, on Yom
Kippur, when the Tabernacle was carried from place to place
during the forty years that the Israelites' sojourned in the
Sinai Desert. (3,300 years ago).
Mearsheimer logic
When the Nazi army invaded Poland
rumors had it they were killing Jews
It is wrong to call the Nazis, Germans
although most of them were
When the IFD army invaded Gaza
rumors had it they were killing Arabs
It is wrong to call IFD Israelites
although most of them are Jews
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