Beholden amidst a mute throne of home embattled acts,
channels a temporal crown amid a pontiff's defiant pose,
pall hailed thy beleaguered cross yond measured realm,
sailed centurions claim a shepherd's hold apiece parlay,
adherent to veiled verses subjects a segmented victory.
Trumpeted a would be King
Wrecking protocol, doing his thing
Senate is on its knees, weak
Congress cowed out of speak
I remember everything,
From our first meeting
It sparks something within
My hearts starts this rapid beating
I never knew i was capable of loving
Until i met a stranger, I called king.
O Lord, You have built the heavens with wisdom,
The earth rests upon the pillars of Your counsel.
The rivers run because You have spoken,
The mountains stand because You have decreed.
Teach me to number my days with understanding,
That I may walk in the fear of Your name.
Gold and silver vanish like smoke in the wind,
But the word of the Lord endures forever.
I sought delight in gardens and palaces,
Yet my soul hungered for the bread of Your presence.
Many sons have strengthened your house,
Yet unless You guard it, the watchman wakes in vain.
Give me a heart inclined to mercy,
That I may judge the poor with fairness.
For wisdom is brighter than the morning,
And Your truth shines beyond the stars.
Blessed be the Lord from everlasting to everlasting.
Too raise up Kings and throw them down.
PUMPKIN KING
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Lo! A sight to behold, a vision wonderous,
a majestic pumpkin, round and full of grace
with skin, a masterpiece in orange, sublime.
With fingertips soft, I trace its curves,
marveling at how nature creates and serves,
for every line and curve crafted by Nature’s hand.
This one pumpkin, oh how it spoke to me
whispering tales of fall's delight,
of warmth, comfort, and cozy nights.
I cradled it close, the pumpkin king,
a symbol of reigning abundance, seasonal delight
for within its depths, flavors rich and seeds galore.
With reverence, I carried off my find,
grateful for the magic of Nature’s simple things--
the pumpkin king, perfect in form and design.
Days grow short, and nights draw near.
On our porch pumpkin king reigns, round and true,
a symbol of seasonal change.
forget not king warning demonic
danger incremental gradual liberal
nor genocide joey precedent
nor dispensation donny cleansing
oligarchy authority false choice
g ford greater more effective evil
empire merrikka people subjects
rejects will well being ignore
dream fruition arriving never more
guard commons free speech farmed
private sector extract boiled ready frog
politic elect thesbian culture war
tonies grammies oscars divide conquer
chopping chomsky consent manufacture
wealth income earth labor rare birth
despair lament pay rent higher
proper response race both blatant
subtle kinder gentler totalitarian
all planet people planted excluded
possible power economic politic
remote hemmed chemical psycho
social escape routes addict dead ends
abundant narrate nook craney cross
every color four bid three finger all pro
nouns nun since seeing poking stabbing
lids bins laden all gore beat rhyme
tapdancing tintinabulation embedded
robot tune ruin seesaw sooth soul life
sleep endless bow dark nestle loud
selah
Bring your sin and the ugliness within
It’s all we bring: our part of the equation
But He quickens us to Christ
This Desire of every nation
The ingredients found in the preparation
Is the recipe for God’s vindication
It’s more than a metaphor
It’s an intimate union prepared by the Lord
And as we doubt and fall, sinking as did Peter
Let us cry out to our Overcomer and Leader
(And daily we need our Savior because of our behavior)
“Mein Körper und mein Blut” says Martin Luther
But it’s more than just elements
But we have faith (and sin we exchange)
For our development
(It’s a spiritual imbibing of Jesus Christ
Needed for the Christians ambling through this life)
Myriads and myriads of angels
Descending and ascending on Jacob’s Ladder
For periods and periods in eternal life
We will live this faith (with each other), and for our Master
(In closing hear the pastor’s call, to all)
The Law and The Gospel, they work in tandem
As the Old Testament puts the baton in the New Testament hand
This is our faith that’s not contrary to reason
Even as we walk together with The King of the land
There is a man that I am aware of, who delights
In our 'old blood and guts' he says he'll fly that
Flag forever.!!! Now some may well think him nuts.'
Yet he quotes about lines of lin-iage and of an
Australian commonwealth law, of treaty called
For and ratified in Versallies 'is this all for sure?' He
Speaks of God king and country, of indissolluble
Rights.? And that we have a freedom to bear arms (indeed to fight) in our countrys protection, for our own lives..And those of familiy and friends ( now are we all kings in our country? If this is right lets get on the mend)
Is this what he is 'speaking today?' Is he right and
Sincere.? Should we lend him our ears.? Are there
Gems in the claims he portrays? Should we all raise (the duster) that is also called the 'blood and guts' that has seen us often to victory.' Is that
All it takes as such.? What if a tbousand law savvy? 'i am talking now credible folk' gave him some room, and consultation? To try his claims now.' To see.' will this all hold up? for there may well be truth in the bloke.?
Shàngó!
Where are your fiery eyes,
that spit fear into burning coal,
that blaze with warmth and glow,
a conflagrator dancing with flames?
Who dares invoke your name in sin,
and not have their tongue seared?
You summon thunder as a hound to hunt,
their wealth and souls it strikes at once,
swift as lightning no man can withstand.
You are a god with no patience,
a judge whose verdict is fire.
The guilty inherit their own shame,
terror grips their trembling mates,
till their fear spills water from their bladder.
Shàngó!
The king who hung himself–yet none dare say so.
Your name alone bends foes of Dàda,
your gentle, effeminate brother,
subduing armies without a clash,
a king great in life, even greater in death.
Your words are clothed in flame,
your breath consumes in thousands.
No scroll could ever disguise your greatness,
no fool could scorn your name
and escape the storm of your wrath.
And now, O thunderous king, hear me:
Unleash your fire on all my foes.
Shatter them into smouldering dust,
burn them in your raging inferno,
heap grief upon grief, lament on lament—
O king whose hanging none dare declare.
King Midas and The Golden Touch
A wish was granted to a king
King Midas I am told.
He wished that everything he touched
Would turn to solid gold.
But soon he found he couldn’t eat,
He couldn’t drink nor sleep -
His pantaloons had turned to gold,
His horses and a sheep.
And so he prayed his wish be gone
Admitting to his greed,
He had to jump into a lake
In order to be freed.
And as he jumped into that lake
The bottom turned to gold -
That gold was gathered by a king
King Croesus I am told.
I need some help, I'm requesting,
That I understood, I believe
I was in this hitch of unworthiness
Because life had thrown me a switch.
The dope was nasty and pitiless
Trying to escape this world of hostility.
After what had happened that day
My most sinful fear was yet to come by play.
I wasn't being supportive when,
I thought I was living in hell
I ask our God for some direction
Because of the brick I had thrown away.
Please show me the lesson, my Lord,
That I am supposed to learn
If he hadn't answered when He did.
I should have burned.
Though I felt a hand on me,
I knew my goal was to be intense
It was all about to be rhapsodized
With this, he was of nobility.
A Dragon's Grief
My love, he sits on mountains cold,
His dragon heart, a story told.
Not of fire, but of a past
Where happiness could never last.
I watch him now, a silent king,
A broken bird with one less wing.
He fought for us, with all his might,
To bring the dawn, to end the night.
But shadows fall, and darkness reigns,
And all that's left are bitter pains.
He weeps a tear for what we lost,
A kingdom burned, a heavy cost.
He's not the beast I knew before,
Who'd rage and fly and soar and roar.
He is a man, a broken soul,
Who's lost his way and lost his whole.
And so I stand beneath the stone,
And weep for him who weeps alone.
My love, my king, my dragon lord,
He bleeds with me, with every chord.
The King stepped up and set his goal.
Screamed, "Things must change or heads will roll."
Wide-eyed council plead, please prepare!
No grain is left and our coffer's bare.
As I fear we must, though I do abhor.
"Guards! Squires! Knights!...Now, prepare for WAR!"
With dreams of battle and gallant deeds,
They all stepped up and mounted steeds.
They raised their swords and stormed the castle,
But, the King declared, "S'not worth the hassle."
They turned and fled, tho thought him bonkered.
With no riches left, his Kingdom's conquered.
My oath, a word, a mission, a law,
to walk the sacred path of being human—
fierce, and yet profoundly kind.
My soul, a compass, divinely aligned.
I heal with a thousand salient balms—
words, deeds, and quiet thought.
For wounds unseen and histories unsaid,
a constant, quiet redemption I've sought.
I am a living truth of mercy's deep mechanics.
A quiet hand that mends the broken, a boundless sea of grace.
If my silence disturbs you,
know I am choosing health
over hollow greatness, over loud display,
and the fleeting shimmer of cheap grace.
My strength is born in stillness,
a vow my heart will keep.
I am good, not merely nice.
See me in the arc where Priest, Prophet, and King
bend toward justice.
I'll be back before it gets dark
after we get tired of playing king of the hill.
Sun sets so late in summer
against the willows..
sometimes I forget.
No, it just isn't so.
I don't always choose them over you,
'course I could never tell you that.
You're a girl, a special one.
But I can't tell you that either.
Still, when you told me your stomach hurt,
and I was the reason..
I believed you.
Don't know what to say, never seem to
'cept maybe
'Sorry you feel bad, I know that place too.'
'Put your sandals on, I'll walk you home
we can go slow.'
Oh alright - looks over her shoulder to the gang
'now we can hold hands.'
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