They say blood is thicker than water
Maybe if you weighed it by the gram
Rule obeyed by every son & daughter
Ham it up when you are in your pram
A through strife of life transporter
With some families it can be a scam
Parents don’t love like they oughter
Sadly behave badly don’t give a damn
Should be your ultimate problem sorter
Even when your are in a real jam
Treat their offspring like a free porter
As your emotions they will just slam
We are just a lamb to the slaughter
As your devotions like a bull they ram
They should be your bricks & mortar
Older realise I’m in their folder of spam
Despite fact they should be a supporter
So with our friends the good times cram
Because sometimes famalam is a sham
Tied up
Condemned to death
Cursed
Spat on
Guilty of being alive
No escape
Fugitive of life
Slave to desires I'll never get
Beaten
Bruised
Forgotten
Cast in the deepest cage
Loud cheers
Happy faces
Denigrating stares
Scourged
Ridiculed
Scorned
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Chided
Derided
Covered in sores
Noose around my neck
One
Two
Third
Cut.
Gentle tributary
of a hill-born river
suburban lake caressed
acres of fertile land -
paddy rich, growing fields
Schools of fish raced at depths
water-birds, herons, egrets,
warblers, mynas, pipits,
swallows, shikra, barbets, owls
Bowl that held varied lives
The surrounding city
rapidly scales cloud- heights, as
skilled strategists, land grabbers,
investors, policymakers,
now take her on a ride
The silenced birds, once family
to the lively-living lake,
their provider, now watch
from a mile, her being led
like a lamb to the slaughter
chemical sewers, toxic algae
rotting froth, foam, fumes engulf
volatile, fire-prone, wasted,
water body stands scrapped
A stilled lake, beyond repair
He humbly accepted to lay down his life
To put an end to the enmity and strife.
This was the Father’s will,
So that the sacrifice would serve as a seal.
He was a lamb taken to the slaughter,
To redeem and reconcile us when we falter.
He was meant to be a rising light,
One that would tunnel through the recalcitrant night.
He understood the mess and nonsense that plagued us,
Leading us to the abyss of loss.
He laid down His life to deliver us from their works,
Freeing our hearts from the chains and stocks.
There was an eerie presence that ruled on the inside,
While it loomed heavily on the outside.
He walked the road to the slaughter to free us from its power,
So that we could stand upon redemption tower.
Christ was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
To make me, a born sinner, His daughter,
His death on the Cross, the best love story,
That washed my sins and clothed me with glory;
The Maker of the universe stayed dumb,
So that we, His creation, could now come
Into His presence and call God, Abba,
The only One who is the true Rabba;
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Christ was led,
A sacrifice for us, His blood was shed,
He's the Lamb who took away the world sins,
Everyone who receives Him, by grace, wins;
Christ ~ both the Shepherd and the Lamb of God,
Oppressed and afflicted for us, who're flawed,
The LORD laid on Him all our sinfulness,
For us, Jesus died with full wilfulness;
He opened not His mouth when He was killed,
In His death, the law of God was fulfilled,
A Lamb to the slaughter was Jesus Christ,
For me, for us, for the world, sacrificed.
How dare you spit upon his garb!
This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves,
When you should have been his Rasta queen
Your ghastly behaviour drew a scene
And I- woman just like you
Hang my head in shame
As you defile our name.
Selassie-I know seh di Rasta man took a deep breath
To honour his philosophy,
But like a lamb to the slaughter,
he was reduced
In front of the whole community.
He sought calm in his Rasta chant
Swallowed his pride,
Turned the next cheek, and with human dignity.
Yet that pouncing Jezebel
Delilah,
Demon picknie,
Shameless femininity
Minimized her king,
Cared nothing that he is masculine.
She is no empress
and certainly not a Ital-dawtah!
She mocked and cursed him
Bullied him and sullied his character.
Vilified him as the on-lookers magnified
Scorned, mistreated and humiliated.
But when upon each other their backs were turned
The fury in the lion roared
And in that moment, he went against his Rasta chant
And knocked her out flat on her face.
I won’t apologize for feeling appeased
For you are a disgrace to the female race!
(Inspired by Isaiah 53)
It pleased the Lord to bruise Jesus
On Him was laid the sin of us
Stricken, smitten, Man of Sorrows
To make secure our tomorrows
Led like a lamb to the slaughter
To make us His sons and daughters
All we like sheep have gone astray
Turned every one to his own way
We hid our faces from Him then
Rejected and despised of men
He has no form nor comeliness
With no beauty nor loveliness
Was wounded for our transgressions
Kept mum through all His oppressions
He poured out His soul unto death
Was afflicted till His last breath
Was bruised for our iniquities
So that we'd get tranquility
It is finished, it is finished
Salvation work is accomplished.
10.26.2020
time to drink cold mountain snow water, or is it time to drink pure beauty (I dare a taste)
time to profess love to village elder's daughter, it may if you're the one (the one awaited)
will you lead me as lamb to the slaughter, willingly my neck, the finest cut
eyes hold little forgiveness for my deeds, most days...
a shirtless figure who removed the scar over my heart (silken your touch)
you lay naked, exposed before a breath pulsed
electric blue you flashed so sweet- hah, yes..(yet)
you so lost in my dark eyes
Lamb to the slaughter
I didn't ask for this life;
I was created in it;
The color of my skin;
It doesn't matter;
I God's vision;
Created by Him, with my mother and dad;
Bullied and mistaken;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
Innocent victims being killed, wounded, maimed;
government saying what's the matter;
like a lamb to the slaughter;
Single moms having trouble with there sons;
They need a positive manly role model;
Not like a lamb to the slaughter;
For a country composed of people from different lands;
Why are we fighting for and against immigration;
Bullied and mistaken;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
Innocent victims being killed, wounded, maimed;
government saying what's the matter;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
10/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
You tell me of unimaginable things,
no lungs or breath to ever unspeak.
I am pushed into sparse mindscapes,
unseen acres allow endless germinations.
Yesterday is that which obsessively remains,
where I am selflessly engulfed in tomorrow.
In my ignorance to such woe and pain,
such sorrow.
This hour reimburses everything omitted.
and I am nothing.
I am nothing, my voice is deathly erased.
You, with rigour, inducer of mortis, and angel,
of darkness, and darkness holds you, culpable,
remover of shackles, lamb to the slaughter,
a loving Mother.
{He}
Moisture wells from in to out
The sky drapes its dress
Quiescently, you tilt your head and pout
Your shoulder kisses a tiny tress
Vapor is breathed on the glass
A tantalizing blaze flaring from behind
Fumbling your hair into a clump of morass
Skintight, our souls entwined
As we sublime seconds quicker than a blink
your heart throbs, I flutter
and let out a soft whine in sync
I remember you like the taste of butter
{She}
An icy hot bath melts
our raw hearts transpire
roses are planted all over your svelte
body as my undying desire
Gases gushes out from my pore
as we boil ourselves a temperature too high
my teeth still sizzle and I am ready to roar
hereby you lean in and charge my oversupply
Maybe I need a cup of water
to dilute the enkindled fire,
or else a lamb to the slaughter
could be me stuck with a liar
The forbidden fruit, in a garden chaste
Hanging from branches of eternity
Forked tongue seduction, temptation's taste
From Eden to outcast , hard to believe
Our destiny becomes mortality
Knowledge of good and evil, we receive
Paradise interrupted, fall from grace
Redemption the solution, it's our hope
Flesh and blood deductions, human race
A lamb to the slaughter, the full price paid
With dusty conclusions we try to cope
Forgiveness the answer, sacrifice made
The forbidden fruit, in a garden chaste
Paradise interrupted, fall from grace
~~~~
Contest name: Cornish Sonnet
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A fallen angel
walked one shady path
where the demon creeps
written from the blood of man
in the darkened chambers deep
A dark need
that feeds the demon
Like a wolf wears a mask
Dressed as a sheep,
a lamb to the slaughter
In evil her will treads
Upon his ground
One of the seven
Sins of man
fallen grace
One time angel
Upon the face of lust
Crave the pain
a snake without soul
bites the deepest flesh
Savoring the ache
Deep within
Darkened clouds
upon my earths sky,
raining black poison
Thundering roars
Opening hell
Temptation in life's orchard
forbidden fruit
Now close the door
It is here you see the face
Twisted in all its guilt
in the age of centuries
Screaming nightmares
in thundering voices
From hell I speak
in you a black heart
torn in shreds
the serpent deceiver
Lust is the demon
In you
fallen angel
Five Arab Men
In the dead of night, asleep in my bed
Suddenly, upon a hill as bright as day
A vision before me, or am I misled
On this asphalt road,to the left, a tractor trailer stands
Waiting as if impatient
Cloisters, old fort on the right, playing of the bands
Down below, a city of black glass skyscrapers rise
As if by an artist hand, shooting into the sky
To stand beside this scene may not be wise
The front of the vehicle, watches over the city
And midway beside the machine, I stand
A lamb to the slaughter, do not pity
I must go, it is my destiny
Walk to cab of vehicle, five Arab sitting
As if waiting for a sign
Uneasy feeling taking hold of me
Hurry back some distance, still close
Step out , two men coming
Men look intensely in my direction
Overcome with fear, I stand my ground
Cannot see me, as a spirit in the night
Walk right through me, as if blind
Climb in vehicle, remove tarpaulin
A long-range ballistic missile, so unkind
Unhurried action, missile moves
Pointing to the sky
Must wake up, must not see what is yet to come
William Morrissey 6/5/01
Oh that I had shunned his first embrace.
And turned away his luscious kiss.
Too young to understand love,
Afraid to feel him near,
Filled with emotion.
He took control.
Dreams rampant.
Thinking
Love.
I should have dated other people.
Instead I clung to only him.
Like a lamb to the slaughter,
I followed him to sin.
Self-respect was lost.
My values crushed.
Love in force.
Ashamed.
Bad.
I should have gone to port with girlfriends.
My “perfect match” they said, was there.
My soul mate docked near, that year.
Young, handsome, and gifted –
That meeting drifted.
Missed at Ft. Bragg,
And Texas.
But now,
We…
© September 20, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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