Long Apostasy Poems
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Exile prophet, seer of Patmos,
peering through a time yet future,
saw your rising, not from waters,
but from the bowels of the earth.
Lamb-like beast adorned with two horns,
destined by God’s grace for greatness.
Chosen while not yet a nation,
to be His servant in the world.
As the world’s Dark Age was ending,
you were rising like a beacon.
Luring Christians who were fleeing,
persecution in other lands.
On your shores, they built a nation,
on the bedrock of God’s laws.
Civil and religious freedom,
were the hallmarks of their compact.
Relying on God’s providence,
This nation rose to prominence.
Defying history’s outsized odds
She survived, grew, prospered, and thrived.
Though flawed, she proudly honored God,
opposing godless philosophies.
Her newspapers and magazines
were genial to her Christian views.
The children in her schools were taught,
the principles of Holy Writ.
The virtues that made humans good
were woven in her warp and woof.
The secret of her greatness was
the goodness of her principles.
Her founders warned of her decline
if she to evil would incline.
Then like a soul bewitched and cursed,
she started down a slippery slope.
This nation turned her back on God,
despised the good, lauded the bad.
The seeds she sowed have produced trees,
whose evil fruits have ripened fast.
The baleful results of the crop,
has led to her colossal drop.
The vacuum left by ousting God,
has now been filled by man-made gods.
The Baals, Venus, Ashtoreth,
and sundry gods now rule her land.
Consumed by materialism,
obsessed with sex, drunk with pleasure,
ruled by passion, confused, debauched,
her subjects worship at their shrines.
Life is not valued anymore,
mass killings are so commonplace.
The substances used for pleasure,
destroy and kill instead of thrill.
The tales of civilizations past,
predict the future that awaits,
to greet a nation that was great,
but who became an apostate
Don’t do the rhyme if you ain’t got the time.
Nothing is worse than a half-finished verse.
If you want to complete her, you’ll need a good meter.
(‘Tis said that the bard brought the girls to the yard.)
Don’t use words in a poem if you don’t really know ‘em.
Great gasp! Bloody heck! Have you heard of spellcheck?
Your free verse is free… of all grammar, I see.
Watch those apostrophes to avoid apostasy.
Bad punctuation brings the downfall of nations.
Long lines are killable, so be watching the syllables.
If the subject is tumors, at least use some humor.
If it’s garbled and confused, don’t shoot the muse.
If poetry’s hard, well, don’t blame the bard.
If you’re not having fun, this career’s not the one.
You’re not making money? I’m not either, honey.
And listen here, Missy, that’s pithy, not pissy.
I’d have more retorts, but I’d best keep it short.
Ave!
You alone are the
Absolute and Almighty Authority
--Appoint and anoint us as agents
in your army against the antagonist
as he awaits his Avenger and the abyss
Alleluia!
You are our Advocate,
abiding, awe-inspiring, able, and appealing
--Admonish us again in our avarice,
abuse and anger
--Aid us also to abandon adultery, abortion,
apostasy, arrogance and anxiety.
Amen!
You are the Ancient of Days, the Alpha, Abba,
Adonai, Anointed One and the I AM.
--Accept the aroma of agape love arising in
the air as we act in one accord.
written March 28, 2019
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Contest: ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD
...“And they sung a new song, saying: You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, because you were slain, and with your blood you purchased for God persons from every tribe and language and people and nation."
John in Revelation 5:9
Worthy
sure sacrifice
who still draws such short praise.
Martyr slain to purchase mankind's
ransom.
redeemed?
acknowledge Christ
NO tergiversation
selfless testimony to God’s
glory
Righteous,
your Redeemer
deserves respect although
some refuse redemption and His
Spirit
May 15, 2023
JCB Brul / A Song in my Heart
Tergiversation is the act of making statements that deliberately hide the truth or that avoid answering a question directly. Tergiversation is a good synonym for apostasy whereby once held beliefs are rejected and spoken about with evasion.
The first move is on ' its reported a 15 year old boy
Has died from the bubonic plauge (Black death)
In Mongolia, apparently two people had it in 2021
At A place named Khovd.) They also died
Reportedly contracted from eating marmot
Meat is the line..Seems like the bat eating theory.?
In 2021 astra zeneca started making a plauge vax
Same year as covid was being advertised.' Seems
Strange.? This could well be the next fear driver
Some purported jabs already being administerd and
A local lockdown was in place, there are also reports
Of university teams identifying the start of the
Middle ages plauge outbreak as Kyrgyzstan.'
It seems all intermeshed and suggestive to my mind.'
The dominoes are in the process of being placed.'
The silence between heartbeats
is an abandoned cathedral of old.
As the heat from when hearts meet
Someday leaves me cold.
I sang praises, left offerings on altars
I declared the message for ages,
And swore to never be one who falters,
Stick to the Book; reread the pages.
I fasted for you, daily prayed,
Became your priest with my heart in the trade.
I abandoned all others, in you my life made.
Gave without thinking when you asked for blood paid.
I confessed all things in your box.
Laid myself bare before you
Whipping myself with thorns of what’s true.
And still. You took my tongue and changed the locks.
The silence between heartbeats,
It was once filled with you,
What was roaring with light and heat
You drank; out of me, all life you drew.
The silence between heartbeats
Is an abandoned cathedral of old.
And to enter a church again?
…I don’t think I can be so bold.
The ooze ought to bestow fear on its forms.
The torrid heat of July gags your sacred calling.
It holds inside you, humbly inviting storms.
Singing in the gentle light of root caregiving.
Their activity heedfulness is vanishing.
Hanging pixie wings are sharp, yet blurring.
Daffodils, once joyful, are now luckless.
This late gap is bred by the deity endless.
Each one should heed this hidden tone of truth.
Earthly grief openly evokes settled insight.
Eschew sinking sand in blurring tracts, youth.
This area's lands grasp a waning and fading sight.
When we omit our inner tone, we get a breeze.
We've joined a so barren and chaotic apostasy.
Deep murk, sluggish heart, stifled worries ease.
A moving, rolling wind minds us on our life story.
Bear not the soul to untie ruin across each plain.
As the world deems you, you expect likely to rain.
The culminating bashes are quick and hastily thrown.
Each day gains betterment and outgrown.
Written: April 25, 2022
This debt crisis they postpone
And due dates will vary
It may come with no warning
Stalking the unwary
"Ban hate!", "Ban hate!", they holler
Their war is not with sin
God's Word is the enemy
The truth they have to spin
They say they're not for profit
Still, they pad their wages
Deception and trickery
Mask them as great sages
Not in the Lord's inner ring
Still, they claim His favors
"Love makes sin acceptable."
This lie enriches slavers
They cheer those who are sinners
Their "change" produces cracks
Their "love" lacks morality
They like to get kickbacks
Though a debtor to His Word
They put it out of mind
Their lives become more absurd
Their character maligned
There's no ceiling on this debt
The payment will come due
It cannot be written off
Excuses won't rescue
"My war is always with sin-
Sin that ruins within.
The sinner can never win-
Debtors' death a shoo-in."
So what, pray tell, should they do?
Turn back from apostasy
The devil holds them there
He's a debtor just like them
His lies they should beware
Ask God for minds, ears, and eyes
That grasp the truth of things
That "aha" moment they'll see
The "Light of the World" brings
See, Jesus paid the sin debt
He sets the captives free
His blood was shed for many
He rose to guarantee
From a debt they cannot pay
To forgiveness - and more
Their hope has been set free
And treasure is in store
Manipulating reality,
the moment concealed
Manipulating reality,
what’s virtual ‘real’
Manipulating reality,
the keys push and drain
Manipulating reality,
technology reigns
Manipulating reality,
fantasy schools
Manipulating reality,
apostasy rules
Manipulating reality
all cursors and screens
Manipulating reality,
lost memory undreamed
Manipulating reality,
electrons control
Manipulating reality
a hard driven soul
Manipulating reality,
love crashes and burns
Manipulating reality
—truth cyber unlearned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
Clearest blue is,
In French: the color "white king",
I fight here,
The witness,
Elijah The Tishbite,
Two witnesses of the Apocalypse,
With the natural green,
Of Rome's bishop,
From the Virgin,
In the way of the virtue of christian orthodoxy,
Fatima's secret,
Enoch speaking,
To all giants, fallen angels, sirenes,
With their projects of the great perdition,
You have not the remission,
I am finding all their children,
In my mission,
Flying and dancing like the star of Christmas,
The rest do not return to the cruelty of Herod married on hypocrisy,
I speak in the languages of the seven churches among all the peoples,
The candle of the tree,
Green on the sky, the armor of Mary seeing,
The fruit of life inside is sweet,
Little Jesus,
Communion worthy is the informal nobleness and dignity,
Light of the yoke easiest,
In good sense magic,
In my hand of friendship,
I received,
The talent multiplied by the receiver of this music,
Pioneer,
Firstborn of the Trinity,
The castle of Noah's rainbow building,
Against the apostasy of the city "Sodom and Egypt" in humanity,
The leprosy,
The ark between that Scylla and Charybdis,
By the eye of the needle,
Cordial virginity of the holy mystery,
Colored light atmosphere,
The inspiration against the leviathan's emptiness of evil,
Jonas now is me,
Don't deny in my humility,
Third cheek doesn't exist,
They see by touch even in blindness of sin,
Conspiracy for to kill,
The last christian monarchy,
After multiplied by two cheeks, one thousand years,
Two cheeks of resistance in France and Russia against masonic and totalitarian Scylla and Charybdis, Jezebel and Ahab, Herodias and Herod, Ananias and Sapphire, Sodom and Egypt, idol of him self devil pharisee,
Peoples' broken destinies,
Paris, Tunis, Moscow and Kiev...,
Names and icons alive in the book of Life for to be,
By colors little one corrige or erase by the key apostolic from Mary and Jesus, Trinity, Mother - Holly Spirit,
Michael's fighting, Gabriel's helping, Raphael's medecine.