Jericho Poems | Examples

JERICHO AWAKENING

JERICHO AWAKENING

Deception has always been
A strategy and ally of injustice;
Veiling its ruthless deeds,
And shifting attention
From aged-old atrocities,
While living and percolating
Behind invisible Jericho walls:-

Let not the reality 
Of new Jericho borders
Blind and deceive us:-
Legislative freedom and unity
For so-called refugees, 
Remain at hand, and
Our struggle to be masters
Of ourselves continues;
We being caged and considered
Refugees in this, our homeland!

       Wake up, my people!
              Wake up!
           It’s here again!

Deception has always been
A strategy and ally of injustice;
Veiling its ruthless deeds,
And shifting attention
From age-old atrocities,
While living and percolating
Behind invisible Jericho walls:-

In today’s political drought,
Drying out justice and equity,
We are in as much profound need
Of raining clouds of liberty, as would be
Nature in times of drying pandemic drought: 

                     Hey!

         Wake up, my people!
                 Wake up!
             It’s here again!

JERICHO AWAKENING

Deception has always been
A strategy and ally of injustice;
Veiling its ruthless deeds,
And shifting attention
From aged-old atrocities,
While living and percolating
Behind invisible Jericho walls:-

Let not the reality 
Of new Jericho borders
Blind and deceive us;
Legislative freedom and unity
For so-called refugees 
Remain at hand and
Our struggle to be masters
Of ourselves continues,
Lease we be caged and considered
Refugees in this, our homeland!

     Wake up, my people!
     Wake up!
     It’s here again!

Deception has always been
A strategy and ally of injustice;
Veiling its ruthless deeds,
And shifting attention
From age-old atrocities,
While living and percolating
Behind invisible Jericho walls:-

In today’s political drought,
Drying out justice and equity,
We are in as much profound need
Of raining clouds of liberty, as would be
Nature in times of drying pandemic drought: 

                 Hey!

         Wake up, my people!
         Wake up!
         It’s here again!

Thinking About Jericho Road

Ekphrasis on Album Cover Art – 3-28-25
Jericho Road – Written, sung, recorded by poet
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Thinking About Jericho Road

A road with no name, where earth births stillborn stones,
Snakes through stillness
Into a fading perspective that neither winks nor smiles
Not touching impotent palms of bleached fronds,
Colored in the scent of cold ashes,
To whisper a chorus of mystery
To saints and sinner
In shades of hard steel
And colors of monotony on this threadbare path.

Blank road devoid of thought, 
A monorhyme of barren greys and dust
Without imagination,
Makes no covenants with curses or blessings
Kings or pilgrims
Or with the fragile flower
Changeless except to remain 
One moment held by time, that knows each name,
Without a star, only an invitation for resurrection.

Jericho

She is just like Jericho
Walls of stone so hard and cold.
Protecting her from all that might have been.
And all the things she won’t show,
Sights so wondrous to behold,
Are buried somewhere deep beneath her skin.

She has built her garden walls
A thousand miles wide and tall
And there is no way over or around.
So, I stand here, looking small
To sing my song beside her wall
And hope that she might somehow hear the sound.

I have tried to catch her eye
To see all that she would deny
Beyond the lies she says that she believes.
There are hints that would imply
The tears she’d never ever cry,
She’s too afraid of foreigners and thieves.

Someday I may find the key
To repeat ancient history
But until then I wander ‘round her town.
She may look, she may see,
That tiny voice belongs to me,
A hopeful man who stands here on the ground.

	How I long to find the song
	To heal her hurts, to right the wrongs.
	How I wish to free the love she’s bound.
	I dream that I could make my voice
	A trumpet blast, a heav’nly noise.
	That I could make the walls come tumbling down.

my mate Jericho has started writing poetry

he throws snowballs at buses
but now is able to memorably convey experiences
using iambic dimeter
creating an impersonality
vidya games and spondee
he threw my bicycle in the river
now juxtaposing contrasting stuff side by side
heroic couplets

passive aggressive ballads
caesura; and brexit geezer
he said my inflections and monosyllables 
were slick and sick; cowboy poetry
his first poem is called "no one understands me -
how to wear the crown of thorns"
it has a jolly tone that will uplight the reader's spirits
gardyloo hoecake

Jericho

Your insecurities are just walls you created
Meaning only, I is holding you back 
Mother earth did not come with boundaries
And God left the land to be explored and conquered 
Limits are set by the minds of humanity
You created walls you believe you can't fly over or break down
You created fears you believe you can't see past
You can do anything you believe because no wall, gravity, fear, or person can stop you
You need confidence instead of I can't
You need an action plan not just a map
You have to believe in you before anyone else can too
Stay consistent
It doesn't matter how many steps you take in a day as long as you are intent on moving forward
Keep walking towards your dreams
Some days you may go backwards or take a wrong turn
Just make sure you redirect your spirit back to what you hope to achieve
Life becomes what it's meant to be when you learn to grow from the seed of history
Let your aura flow
And the art of letting go
There is no need to hang on to bad energy when you have wings to be free
p.s. so fly away into space where your dreams waiting...

A Teenage Girl Is In Love With My Mate Jericho

he told me she was stalking him
she'd taken photos of him secretly
but i said to him, like 
the Buddy Holly song says,

it's so easy to fall in love
it's so easy to fall in love 
it's so easy
it seems so easy

he 
thanked me 
for the 
wisdom

Lost In Jericho

Without death
life loses all beauty
Without death
life loses its way
Without death
life’s value diminished
Without death
life reasons to pray

Without death
life’s years lose their value
Without death
life’s seething refrain
Without death
life loses its prescience
Without death
—life dearth to explain

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

My Mate Jericho Gave Lsd To Zebrafish

We were at a children's party
He told me about his ukulele 
When he played in front of audiences
People would shout out, "Did it shrink?"

He worked as a chemistry teacher
To get this going he explained 
A study he did with his students
In primary school

The comparative neuroanatomy and 
Neurochemistry of zebrafish CNS systems of 
Relevance to human neuropsychiatric diseases
Despite differences in the development of the telencephaion

I said, "Blimey"
He said "Yeah"
We high-fived and grabbed another beer
As he walked to the kitchen

I high-fived myself
I fist-bumped a Minion stuffed toy
Sat on the sofa
I was pleased with my mental well-being

Jericho Walls

If for but a minute I stopped to only mourn and scorn the dark deeds,
To only pause and grieve for all that bleed from the hands of bad seeds,

To only complain, detest, protest for redress in the best possible way,
To only halt the fires of heated debates as we dream tonight for a better day,

My frozen state of helplessness would be tantamount to having no concern.
My halting alone would be fruitless, unless I have eyes and a heart to discern.                          

Presently, my thoughts are not flowing in the direction of the Alamo.
Today, as I meditate and pray, I'm thinking more about the walls of Jericho.

I must not fail to behold the beast waiting for the feast behind the curtain;
That beast from hell's gate has a date with destiny whose dome is certain.

Let us listen to the clarion call bidding us to bow and fall before The Lord of all.
Let us stand with God and watch the adversary crumble like the Jericho wall.

081420PS

July Jericho

july jericho
jubilation junebug joy
just joking

The Injured, Desolate Jericho

Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain
bleeding shades of layered shame on blight-lined highways below, 
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.   
  
Interred on unkempt plots, crumbling brick carcasses maintain
evidence we’re forced to see if the trails of traffic slow
where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain.  

Rush-hour bottlenecks, the frustrated drivers’ daily bane,
exact tolls of tribute to hollowed homes lost long ago.
Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.     

Daylight, drowned in the windowless dam of a plywood pane,     
begs blackness, dwelling within abandoned walls, who’ll dare go            
where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain?

Does the doll left naked on a spray-painted stoop remain
to testify children once played under its portico?
Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.      

As darkness descends, the caravans of commuters wane,
leaving deserted the injured, desolate Jericho.
Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain,
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.

Tumbling Weed of Jericho

with one little drop                                                                                                      living water washes death's sway                                                                                    no weed but a rose         -Anastatica

Joshua At Jericho

The judgement of God
results from the sin of man
as the Lord's righteous rule
always is seen to stand

The fear of God
is the right response to God's law
so as Joshua obeys God's voice
The walls of Jericho become like straw

The love of God
perfectly casts out fear
as Rahab the prostitute
is mercifully given the all clear

The wisdom of God
is always the correct counsel
as Joshua realised at Jericho
when it leads us to God's perfect will

The Glory of God
was seen here in delivering Jericho
into the hands of Joshua
so to strike satin a defeated foe

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Joshua At Jericho

At Moses’ death he was given command,
To lead God’s children into the Promised Land.
This people would continue on their way
To this land of promise, as God did say.

The shoes of Moses would be hard to fill,
But try, he must, and God’s will fulfill.
So across the Jordan to their first test,
They experienced that at which many would jest.

At Jericho they see a city fortified.
Tactics, they knew, would be severely tried.
Would Joshua’s planning a victory secure?
Of this they hoped, but were not completely sure.

As Joshua explained God’s plan for success,
They forfeited plans that they could suggest.
Their plan was logical to them, no doubt,
It would, however, leave God’s plan out.

They circled the city day after day,
Waiting for God, His power to display.
At the end of the week, after giving a shout,
The walls came down, the enemy was out.

Many lessons they at Jericho learned,
Victory was theirs, as they to God turned.
Questions were answered, doubts disappeared,
Now this enemy, they no longer feared.

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