Long Captives Poems
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Trust in Love
Open your heart to Love
Truth frees all captives
Lights spark my peace to spread like waves of Ocean water
Hidden manna for bread Word of God as Love inside all creation
Under the moon we live
Emperor of mine we are no longer subjects but Your Friends
Best Friends with God Best Friends With Jesus and Love Restored
Under the stars I make my home
With my family Humanity our love is manifested as Truth
Hope as lights in all the dark and all the shadows illuminated by Love
Embolden my family to see all mankind as Love Eternal Love all around us on Earth
This is Gods Home we are all His Children here
Love is like a bird it flies and it lives free
We are like the birds we live and Love is Ours by right of Love calling us all by our name
Assertive altruism always devoid of arrogance
Benefits, bountiful to share with blessed elegance…
Caring disposition midst compassionate heart forever
Devoted, dedicated commitment, wavering never…
Earnest faith smiting every challenge toward victory
Fervent trust conquering all trials against misery…
Goals that can prosper mankind against greediness
Hope hoisting prisoners to soar midst freedom-graciousness…
Influential force liberating the captives from ignorance
Justice of impactful truth guiding against deceit’s appearance…
Kindness so much to practice beyond functional limit
Love verily overflowing, being exercised every minute…
My reason is to write about divine virtues while reality prevails
Now, I testify that my poetry is inspired by God* Who never fails…
Oh, the Lord I ask for miracles in my muse along His might
Praying that my poems please HIM with my grateful delight.
*Deuteronomy 32:3 Because I will publish the name of the LORD: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
March 23, 2024
10th place, "Why did I become a poet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jay Narain; judged on 5/26/2024
Well away in a manger in Bethlehem
A baby was born, son of God and son of man
A sweet sweet baby boy
And he came to bring us joy…. Oh joy to the world….
But he's no baby, not anymore!
He's the warrior king, do anything, God with us forevermore!
No he's not a baby anymore…
You've never known one like Jesus before
Full of love and compassion but also powerful and demon bashin…the death defeater, the great redeemer!
Going into hell to set captives free
The sword in his hand his eyes fiery
Oh no he's not a baby…he's the coming king!
He's Jesus the king
Oh every knee will bow down
In his awesome presence
I laugh that Satan ever thought he had a chance
His name is power, his truth will set us free
His bride is faithfully waiting for the coming King
Yes we still celebrate the day our Lord was born….
But he's no baby, not anymore!
He's the warrior king, do anything, God with us forevermore!
No he's not a baby anymore…
You've never known one like Jesus before
Full of love and compassion but also powerful and demon bashin…the death defeater, the great redeemer!
Going into hell to set captives free
The sword in his hand his eyes fiery
Oh no he's not a baby…he's the coming king!
He's Jesus the king
Jesus the coming king…. We praise your name, king Jesus…king of kings and lord of lords…no not a baby anymore.
how could this ever happen to one of your elected to be,
aren't these the ones you appoint in the end to set the captives free,
free this world from all their pain, and fear that sets beside them,
this unmarked path with crooked ways misconceived by satan's alignment,
tricked here, tricked there, with feeble arms, their weakness shelters and binds,
the days are here where love disappears, and the trueness tends to hide,
the fear that paralyzes the cripple forcefully stuck in his wheelchair,
no climbing, no running, no jumping, no hiding, he's left just sitting there,
addictions and heartaches, no arms reaching out, there's no trust left to give,
the personal ties that could heal us to bind means nothing to free them to live,
there's something springing about that's crossing over our nation,
voices that need to be heard, satan's rule blocking loves concentration,
there's an urgency in this message, rising from the hills,
we need to spend more time in god's presence, in turn we must be still,
there's a fight that's coming underway, we can't back down, we must pull together,
there's power in the family, the body of christ, a love that lives forever,
people will so easily be deceived, and some in fear will crawl into their mental
hole,
but in preparation we'll step out into the world with strength, and god will protect
our soul,
we must not turn our backs on love, we can't be scared to be let down,
for wherever we go we will find disappointment, heartache is so easily found,
our love must flourish on god alone, we must keep our churches in prayer,
for in heaven is where we'll come together, one day we will all meet there.
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September 29 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 4-5
Key Verse– Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SETTING ME FREE
Thank You for setting me free thru Your divine liberty
From hell’s sin-penalty
As you already saved my soul with Your eternal security
Toward heavenly kingdom-advancement’s prosperity.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your gracious goodness
From transgressions’ iniquity-destructiveness
As You already ushered my heart with Your redemptive forgiveness
Toward available transformation-sanctification’s steadfastness.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your holy satisfaction
From carnality’s lustfulness-distraction
As You already settled my contentment with Your perfect provision
Toward righteous pursuit-aims’ realization.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your sovereign leadership
From pride’s arrogance-headship
As You already quickened my spirit with Your transformative relationship
Toward faithful service-stewardship’s worship.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your wise guidance
From foolishness’ doubt-ignorance
As You already extricated my mind with Your biblical assurance
Toward truthful testimony-proclamation’s vigilance.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your purposive commitment
From vanity’s entanglement-entrapment
As You already focused my devotion with Your merciful endearment
Toward joyful dedication-consecration’s fulfillment.
Thank You for setting me free thru Your great working
From earthliness’ profit-seeking
As You already wrote my name with Your permanent marking
Toward everlasting investment-gain making.
September 29, 2022
I have a dream of affluence.
Of dripping gold and bread..
To feed the mouths of children
Save the hungry from their dread
I have a hope of heaven.
Where the generous are free
To liberate the captives
Where compassion is the key
It's not the stash I'm after.
It's genuinely not.
My rainbow ends with colours
Not some ever roving pot
I have a dream of fruitfulness
That though my days are few
I hope investing wisely,
Is the thing that I can do.
For wealth is not possessions,
Acquisitions, portfolios or stuff.
It's justice, hope, contentment
It's being just enough
It's sharing and it's caring.
It's not a hand-out spree..
It's never so a spotlight
Lands itself on me
Quietly I'll gather
All the will I can
To be the earthly angel
Out to help my fellow man.
So when the curtain closes
As I'm sure it will one day
Those seeds that have been scattered
Bearing fruit to plant an orchard;
Feed the hungry on their way
Through dreams in purple and infinity, where ceaseless yearning throbs,
A voracious dance of constellations, through my veins relentlessly flows,
It's an ode of bodies, igniting with touches, in boundless love aglow,
And each whispering of fingers murmurs questions, summoning angelic shows.
I embarked on a marathon of the senses, an Aphrodite's myth softly spoken,
An act unending in stirring closeness, without any halt,
From the first spark that marks the rebirth of a universe, expectation unbroken,
Until attraction lets down its curtain, and longing gradually retreats into anonymous calm.
In this mystic interlude, with psalms of rustling, with gazes mated in secrecy,
A promenade of fierce emotions, where time forgets to tick in dialogue,
The sacred deed unfolding before us, evidence of existence shared only by two, with guilt's decree,
And every breath or blink, maxims of keen pleasure, reign over a divine hour, a clear prologue.
Ah, but as you step into a temple of love, beware, for the heart you might lock,
When the music of the body ignores the breaks, or crescendos piercing the chamber's wall,
Yet, true mastery, nurtured in youth, is to sing with relentless resource,
To extend the prelude, an act of magic in flesh and feeling, more delicate than any ballad's call.
To live this perpetuum mobile of love, with fervor that burns etheric,
Is a risk we embrace, for beauty is peril, and love is the master key,
In this game stretched over years, where the final is merely a chapter, not an ultimate decree,
We remain captives in a symphony of pleasure, everlastingly durable, where each touch unfurls poetically.
There is a place that doesn't go to sleep,
From dawn to dusk,
Nothing changes,
Desire is on the run.
There is a place where ambition and rivalry are birthed,
Sycophants seize the day,
Sing their praises and the door is left open,
Sing their praises and opportunity smiles at you.
There is a place where gloom pervades the decision chambers,
The leaders are saddled with the enigma,
The missing pieces are hidden from the light,
The night is recalcitrant to let out.
There is a place where rapid-paid ransom returns the captives,
A delay in delivery detonates the bomb,
To the earth, the bodies finally belong,
An eternal loss and anguish of hearts.
January 19, 2024.
Those are my shoes
I keep then neat
To remind of when
I had both feet;
But I am alive
Not like my brother
Nor traumatised
Like my sisters and mother.
I’ve not seen my father
Since that day
They came and took
Us both away.
They said they were fighting
To set us free
But what they did before
They took father and me.
They didn’t tell that all around
They’d scattered mines on the ground.
When I escaped I stood on one
I lost both feet with one leg gone;
But I survived I’m lucky they say
One of the few that got away.
They say with luck
I’ll soon walk
But I don’t believe I’ll ever
Ever ever want to talk.
They are very nice to me here
In this camp,so very kind.
They leave me in peace
To gather my mind.
They are teaching me to write
So maybe one day I can tell
About my life and times
In captives hell.
I won’t go to church
Or sing hymns or pray
They were believers they said
Who took me and father away.
So,I clean my shoes
And keep them neat
To remind of when
I had both feet,
And life was good
And we were free.
And I had all of
My family around me.
My story goes on as you're still living,
It walks through tunnels,...troting on rails,
This is just how life is made;
Stealing dreams,enslaving humanity and shuttering desires,
Striking with mischief and disrespect against fallen trees,
Life is ruling with contempt,
Yeah,it's teaching a lesson,
And the question is chewing brains and exquisites,
Leading you and them as captives into a ditch,
"When will the living be called to the next existing world after this place?"
That's when I'll start attributing your corpse with unintended love and admirations,
Undoubtedly,it will happen to them after their dead bodies,
On discussions,you're fighting to win goals,
Don't assume for who dares to oppose,
"Where is everyone's destiny located?"
Laymen keep searching for replies to what is complicated,
Loosing the wall when the sun goes down,
Life imagines about a fixated foul,
Crying a little over this event of wicked vow,
Those behind you'll then make their dissimulated pile,
But,...we're all the same after we've naked ourselves before every single eye,
And power of life will be exposed towards right and vile.
Because,"I'm LIFE in actions and plans,
No matter the greatest goodness and wrong souls hold in grams".