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Ever since man walked the earth,
his foul character has caused misery,
destruction, sorrow , wars and animosity:
a warrior so fierce and mean...
that God was forced to destroy his vile,
so that kind and faithful men would obey,
and never be without hope and joy;
and He called them: His choosen people!
And those men lived by the commandments,
and the tremendous task of Jashua
was to lead the Israelites
to their Promised Land...after Moses died!
And though God found
one of them with iniquity...He forgave him;
and king Solomon grew in wisdom,
but David, on the other hand,
laid his innocence before Jehovah...
making him so God-fearing and brave!
Now, there are no more prophets like Moses
and Jeremiah ,and Job a blameless
and righteous sufferer...being tested by Satan
for his unyielding integrity to God!
If Aaron displeased God, are we to do the same...
let ourselves go unrestrained,
and worship an image to replace holiness?
There too many gods we appease...
with a servitude which can't ever be released!
NAMELESS
My friend, I shall remain nameless
Not that I am ashamed of who I am
It’s just that you don’t need to know
And all those myths and lies can wait
It will not be me standing at the gate
I can see it all happening from below
And for many, their piety is a sham
You thought that you were blameless
I will be welcoming you at a later date
I promise that you’ll see many friends
Some might say they did not make it
But at least that place will not pretend
And you’ll accept it as fair in the end
Down there, there’s no need to fake it
As almost everybody finally descends
And it is after all, a permanent state
I realise I’ve been given many names
Most meaning I’m the great deceiver
Others used in some occult meetings
You may not know me when we meet
It is my long term victory, not defeat
Yet it’s not all about heartless beatings
Nor necessary to have been a believer
It will be getting used to all the flames
I thank GOD my SAVIOUR, the Lord Jesus Christ...
Door of eternal security Who Himself is the key ---
... the Way* toward life eternal reigning with gladness
abounding in the goodness of loving kindness
ever redemptive, truly glorious in the beauty of holiness
indeed transforming me from sinfulness' filthiness.
I trust GOD my SUPPLIER**, the Benefactor Father from Heaven...
Door of timely provisions Who never closes---
...the Source of blessings so plenteous in His mercy
bestowing compassion grants of generous sufficiency
along His forgiveness with purging clemency
ready to meet my needs toward stewardship's decency.
I triumph in GOD my SANCTIFIER***, the Holy Spirit...
Door of holy testimony for service-freedom flight---
...the Cleanser against guilt along righteousness' grace
purging me from iniquities, warming my soul by His pardon embrace
upon His truth's justification, I should claim, devoid of deceit trace
while triumphantly conquering frustrations in the Christian-race.
*John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
**Philippians 4:19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
***1Thessalonians 5:23 And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.
April 9, 2018
Edited on August 13, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand RHYME ME" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/14/2021.
Featured as one among Poetry Soup's "Poem of the Week" on October 7-13, 2018.
Go on
tell them
tell them how
your democratic masturbation
searching for solutions
has failed in calculation again
now people with eyes made of glass
are bringing war to us
war has no heroes, only victims
and people who forgot they are
formula is clear
we invaded their way of life
now they are attacking ours
an eye for an eye
until we all became blind
lightless
go on
run
shout your lungs out
when you use weapons
to maintain peace
bloodbath is inevitable
or this is what your real intent was,
is
to baptise us anew
launder in our own blood
on which book
are you evaluating valuable ones now
while you're designing
a brand new world
holding blameless victims
as hostages of your fundament
none soil
in blood built
remain peaceful sleep
are you sleeping well
knowing you set
Abraham's children confrontation
as two David's fight
while Goliath is watching from the audience
are you sleeping well being aware
you left no one
to keep that thumb up
when we all appear
lightless
Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe
hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain.
Chernobyl blue irises mimic April '86 radiation,
dessimating her Cherokee's sense of societal decency.
Devoted to her capture, suede cape kidnapped,
kept protected.
Kernel lodges promise in her gut, cob of compassion sprouts
from yellow potential.
Shrewd Indian whisks his skin of citrine amber sap seraphim
away, to landscape blameless bare.
Motor mumbles underwater torture breathes through
chrome clothing.
Frothy stew swirling storm of snake flesh snow flakes.
Cherub's education quells emotion, pain never developed.
Teepee tall frame levitates in opaque of inequitable love.
Flimsy slim strands strong in Cherub's raised comprehension.
Fringe flown backwards flattens beneath her face,
bohemian bombastic.
Dislodged sand grains foretell
Grasp nestled naive fledgling
Prospered pillion flame
7th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Like A Child
Sponsor:
Regina McIntosh
When you watch a show for many years,
The characters you’re viewing
Become like friends; you care about
Their lives and what they’re doing.
So when the final season wraps,
It’s sad to know they’re leaving
And part of you might even do
A tiny bit of grieving.
Of course, the actors will disperse,
Their fictional creations
Abandoned as they seek some other
Brand-new adaptations.
But we, the audience, will miss
The Gallaghers of “Shameless,”
Who felt so real that their portrayers
Surely aren’t blameless.
Farewell to Frank, Fiona, Lip,
To Debbie, Carl and Ian;
To Kevin, V and all the rest
I never tired of seein’.
I thank you for 11 years
Of TV time enjoyment
And hope each actor finds, real soon,
Fulfilling new employment.
Silence over the winds
Winds that bring friends and family
Winds of change
My abrupt and shocking anger, dismay,
My meandering melancholy
Gives white water to the laughter
The rising wave of jokes and memories, recasted
With action over a vast sea
Much larger than the mind-pond
That can only produce as quick as it
Can appreciate time, scold time,
Rebuke the clock
With plans devised to race against, to find
Your own little corner on the train of our lives--
That moves, and moves...
With a pillow over our head it moves and moves
Wishing to be somewhere else how it rolls and roams
Standing still in a hallway reminiscent of faces here and then
It tries to remind you that you and it were once friends...
If you were once than you are now
Because time does move, but never away from you
Time is you
As you strive to make your best
Through all winds,
Through all currents,
You roaming, blameless love train.
God, mankind has given thee many titles, yet both Heaven and Earth are yours
Before the very beginning of time, men hallowed thy name
Giving glory and praise for gratitude belongs to you
For you are known as the everlasting one, the Creator of all living things
Magnificent, Awesome and Great
The Keeper of all gates
Who can challenge or oppose thee and be blameless or free
No man can stand at thy right hand and utter
That he is greater or more powerful than thee
Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end
The First and the Last who is greater than thee
Power, peace, wisdom, strength, hope, faith, and might best describe thee
Your covenant and laws sustain life
Man of knowledge, truth, love and war, you restore, forgive, deliver, protect and remain the same
The Shepherd, the saviour who shelters, comforts and heals
The Light and fire that consumes and sets my soul free.
I was innocent as I went to sleep,
But soon I would be in trouble, deep.
My problems would pile up in a heap
As I went to sleep, to sleep.
I began to nap, blameless and free,
Without a trouble in the world,
But, as I lay there snoozing soundly,
Unfortunate events unfurled.
I witnessed the unlucky ax murder
Of a friend of a friend.
Why was I the only one to see?
Fate, I cannot comprehend.
The living friend asked me who did it.
So I squealed on who I saw.
A second murder, then sadly ensued, as he
Killed her with a hammer claw.
For that murder, then I too was guilty,
The jury reasoned, wise.
I should be sentenced unsparingly,
They sagely did advise.
In my friend's guilt, I would rightly share,
Though I went to sleep without a care,
I woke up to the chair, the chair.
I woke up to the electric chair.
Here the apostle Paul speaks to exhort
the beloved of the Lord to be his light
for this world needs the living gospel
God's His own to obedience so right
The Lord's free gift of salvation has a price
Jesus paid that price on Calvary's cross
His obedience there for us to follow on
to neglect His inspired word is our loss
Remember God works in you looking on
so you need your salvation to be at work
in fear and trembling to be like Jesus
be workers for the Lord never to shirk
May your marks be without blemish
as blameless and innocent children of God
to shine God's light deep into this world
hold fast to God's word unite in sweet accord
Rejoice and be glad to be in Christ
look to the day of Christ and be proud
to be a sacrificial offering of faith
be faithful always so to Christ abound
("Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.
Do all things without grumbling or disputing, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, holding fast to the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain. Even if I am to be poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all. Likewise you also should be glad and rejoice with me.")
Philippians 2: 12-18 (ESV)