Long Cherub Poems
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They are super sweet, said the cherub baby maker soul feeding angels.
Will they agree on parents though?
They must, or they cannot return to the challenge realm.
Maybe not returning would be good for them, one suggested.
I like having them around. They keep things lively and fun.
But alas, the twins did agree on parents, and were sent to the challenge realm.
Oh man! Said one. “I thought I got it right the last time!”
“I hope this is the last time,” thought the other twin.
A new grandmother full of perfume snatched him up, practically smothering him.
“You should be used to it,” his twin said.
Snickering until Grandpa grabbed him up and smashed him against his Old Spice neck.
“Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love”
Glory abounded, light that was rare
Musical cherub now chained cold and bare,
Created for greatness, glimmered and gleaned,
Turned from the brightness, an Immortal machine,
Arrogance and vanity destroyed by rebellion,
Now a Fallen Angel, a force nolonger compelling,
Redemption polluted,
By views that were diluted,
The original sin,
To think you could win,
It wasn’t enough to be right under success,
You desired to be the ultimate best,
Everlasting wounds with eternal demise,
The most beautiful Angel now covered in lies,
Magnificence lost,
By the saviors cross,
The lake of sweltering fire,
Your new kingdom that has now transpired.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Fallen Angel
2-12-12
He spreads his wings and asks sympathy for his plight
He laughs but can't get ’cha if you put up a fight
But to get the whole picture
Let us look to Scripture
To find out about this guised angel of light
Day star you have fallen from the skies
You are the lord of the flies
Once anointed cherub
Prince of the power of the air thereof
The father of lies
Murderer, enemy and tempter
Dragon, the old serpent and salvation’s preemptor
Accuser of God’s people
Upside-down cross on your steeple
Uncle Screwtape was your mentor
Oh Satan you kleine duivel
When it comes to evil you have no rival
He will assail this kirk
As a sifting watchdog of the church
He’ll do anything, anything heinous to maintain his survival
Do not rail against him
The one who pales in comparison
As Jesus saw him fall
Like lightning from a pall
Luther said one little word shall fell him
The hiss-tory of this snake
Is evident in mistake after mistake
But when we assail
The gates of hell will not prevail
Against the war we will make for God’s sake
It is said that the Devil's greatest trick
Is to convince the world he doesn't exist
Well, ask Job what he thinks
About the Devil's hijinks
He'll tell you that the devil persists
(The ninth circle, Virgil and Dante the passersby
We find where Satan is tied
We also find Cain and Judas
Cassius and Brutus
And where all treacherous souls reside)
With my wiles I wish to keep Christ verklempt
It Is heard in the way I tempt
I am offering a shortcut to the suffering
Escape the buffeting and buffering
This is my appealing attempt
Bow before me, I will give You what is already Yours
I know Your hungry, but what's not mine is Yours
No need to suffer loss
Or to bring to the surface the dross
There is no true Way, no New Way, there are many doors
He’s one of the unholy trinities
Satan, the Antichrist, and the False Deities
From these three we flee
And the world’s philosophy
And all things that don’t engender peace
And it is peace as the final endeavor
Even Satan is not this clever
God dying in our place, He kept the law in pace (WHAT GRACE!)
Something the devil didn’t contemplate
This Jesus has secured us forever
There she was chasing a rabbit
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling smoke rings in a foreign accent
To the gazebo she ran
with its straw grass tables
and pleated cushions in hibiscus
print fabric no one would sit on
My eyes followed her as she
darted around manicured boxwoods
and cherub statues spitting water
onto sleeping lily pads,
following the same schedule
as the other…identical
She came upon a dandelion
and asked politely, “Pardon me,
but have you seen a…”
The weed interrupted,
“Didn’t…don’t do drama dreams
dancing deliriously down
donut distracted ditches”
“That’s dumb” she replied
with a giggle and a snort
This must be her fun, I think,
trying to catch a white ball of fur,
big, then small,
then smaller still like a
thimble seeking a thread,
when now she is stopped
in her ziggy zagging tracks
by a June bug singing,
“I see, I see, in front of me
Dessert, dessert, set out for free
A chocolate pie, a chocolate pie
in menus written on the sky”
Perplexed she climbed upon its back
and flew, holding onto
red leather shoulder pads
with black dots changing shapes,
ducking winged arches that
covered the vestibule they
soared through when a sharp turn
pitched her to the opposite side…
Landing with a thud,
her new dress now soiled
between the wrinkles in time
that had ticked away
on a clock faced sun named Ray
She cried carrot tears,
orange sherbet streams
on peach tone cheeks,
marmalade miseries
and mango miscues
piddling on her patent leather shoes,
ready to give up
When it appeared, hopping happily
Jumping into her lap
and licking her face
She caressed its fur, removing
sticker burs and scratching
just the right spot, as its right rear leg
thumped with joy
Then lifting the bundled bunny
to her face, she kissed it tenderly
with wild cherry gloss lips,
or should I say…kissed me
for you see, all along, it was me
"And you thought I was nothing more than a pretty smile…"
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how doth the artist explicate
thuh feminine
who
who
appearz az if
(((pop)))
out uv the magazine hern
jump'd
i simply can't
not this one
No Flawz
Pluperfection
a Kind Gesture for
mine see (and think)(thinks)
from
Yahweh
her cherub cheeks
and
fulgurous eyne
thick white dientes
blanketed with her
full lips
her visage pack'd with
lure
invite
lascivious
tempt
hunt (i'm game)
she teach'd me
lonely
for hern
I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021
At only eight weeks, your entire kitten form fit easily into my cupped palms come together as if in -
So satisfyingly soft, your striped fur and your new baby purr. I could not resist your warm cuteness.
My little alarm clock. You're standing on my resting chest. Carefully keeping track of the tick tocks
of time between tender-pawed padded taps on my cheek. Yes, yes... I see the time my sweet friend and I know you depend on me. I again doze, until once again rose by my other cheek tap-tapped. Uummm... hhhmmm I say. Roll over. Snooze. This our morning routine you precious thing.
And other times... many times, you have gifted me with kisses. No no... now, now. I refuse to believe
it was merely you grooming yourself with your pink sandpapery tongue inadvertently tickling me
When you stare into my stare, you always win, as you are unblinking in ways that I am not.
What are you thinking little friend? As you look deeply with your clear, clean, sea foam green
eyes. Then, when your unbroken gaze lifts up to the same place on the ceiling in the corner of the room, above my bed, it is prolonged, pensive, uninterrupted. Taking something beautiful in.
Now, we both, a decade older...Oh other species, whose senses far exceed mine in scope and sensitivity, I wish you could tell me what you see. Hopi, don't leave me wondering. Do tell of a wonderous white angel, a cloaked counselor of sorts, an aura of the purest light surrounding him,
A heart-arrow equipped cherub, or spirit guide shape shifting into an orb of other-worldly hues
It couldn't possibly be the Face of --
Come near to me. Curl into my gently bent arm - the small, small weight of your chin on my
shoulder anchors me. Your rhythmic purr begins to align with my pulse. Calms my earthly anxieties
We don't know which of us will remain, miss the other. Thank you for letting me be your cat mother.
This December Night To Pay Reverence to Jesus Our God's Son
Oh! Starry twilight this December night.
Brilliant Star of Bethlehem glows so high.
Shadows lighted by the moon slowly dance.
A sign by, His hand's streaks across the sky!
Angel's dulcet melody echoes flow,
Embracing the heart's armor of heaven.
I am who has sent me to genuflect.
Pay reverence to Jesus our God's son.
Scintillating eyes and glowing spirits;
Enthusiasm, pushes my way to look.
For just a brief moment upon, His face.
Divine understanding tears overtook;
To want to lift Him up, hold in my arms.
With humility to submit to Him.
Seek, His spiritual grace and favor.
With outspread wings, sing praise, a Cherub hymn.
Oh! Starry twilight this December night.
Brilliant Star of Bethlehem glows so high.
Shadows lighted by the moon slowly dance.
A sign by, His hand's streaks across the sky!
Angel's dulcet melody echoes flow,
Embracing the heart's armor of heaven.
I am who has sent me to genuflect.
Pay reverence to Jesus our God's son.
11/13/2022
ABCB Quatrain Form
Thanks for seeing me, if you please
can I now get up off my knees?
Where do I start? I've made a list
forgive me for the one's I've missed.
Can we go back to '77
when you were in your cosy heaven
whilst down below I watched my Dad
struggle for breath, his lungs gone bad?
Ok, my life then I'll admit
held little faith for quite a bit
I fought daily battles alone
relied not on the great unknown.
When finally he left us all
my heart gave out a silent call
that in some bright celestial light
he finally was now alright.
Is he?
Unaided, can he get along
clear lungs to breathe, give praise in song?
Dull eyes that sometimes shone in mirth
as clear as his first hour since birth?
Eighteen years fast forward now
my link with you rebuilt somehow
as by your rules I tried to live
the bond between us tentative
From ten commandments, maybe six
I got to obey- 'pick 'n mix'
The good stuff I could not resist
was sadly never on your list.
Was that why when I called you Lord
you never offered a reward?
When Mother's health went in decline
you punished all those
sins of mine?
And still that faith, though tattered strands
made me kneel down and clasp my hands
and thank you for final release
and pray that she now rests in peace.
Does she?
With father's hand does she now go
like that old black and white photo,
with wedding veil and beaming smile
down some cherub-lined wedding aisle?
And then my brother, six years on
happened so quickly, and was gone
we soldier on and do our best
while he sleeps in eternal rest.
Or does he?
Have you for him set by a place
where he plays his Fender Jazz Bass?
Making up a group of four
with Lennon, Hendrix, Gary Moore?
Jamming sessions, laying down tracks
free from Cancer and heart attacks
playing to approving nods
from some of music history's Gods.
Sorry, Lord, I know there's only you,
really.
Anyway that's enough from me
you've sat and listened quietly
not judged me which I did expect
and one last thing, Lord-
am I next?
For contest 'Are you there God', sponsored by Silent One
13th October 2015
I released my breath and reminded myself that this too shall pass. I didn't realise it would be this painful. Tears filled my eyes as yet another contraction racked my body. It came at regular intervals now. I hoped this ordeal would be over soon. But that was not to be.
Half a day later, I was still crying out in agony. This was worse than dying. I couldn't bear it anymore. In anguish, I prayed, "How much longer, Lord?" I was tired and my throat felt hoarse. I never thought I could cry so many tears. I simply wanted to close my eyes and drift off to a painless sleep.
Finally, after TWELVE of the most gut-wrenching and the lo............ngest hours of my travail, my cute, little cherub came into this world. And my! Was I happy!