Long Cometh Poems
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STAINS IN THE SANCTUARY ®
From the obnoxious obscenity
To the unorthodox immoralities
Personage of the perpetual Pentecostal pimps
Poisoned-Chalice in the mouth of a praying prostitute
Even the grey has not yet embraced self-control
Not too old for the renowned foolishness
Boys on the roll-call of Hades
Evade the tracks to your reserved seats
Searching for gadgets and toys rigorously,
Cruise choirs and programmes for ravishing beauties
Scavenging for pleasure instead of hunting for God
Scoop yourself from the hitlist of hell
Symptoms of residual sickening sins
Cling to the sleeves of church teens
We limit our emphasis on their actions
But forget to deal with desires behind the actions
As long as the patient peeps sat up
And maintain a positive confession
We cross over the realm lifting vain hands
But beneath the sheets patient is hemorrhaging,
Dying before our very own eyes
Dressed up in unblemished white linen
The church bleeds underneath
With sexual urge and high obsessions
Patient trapped in a vacuum
Just as much casualties of war as their buddies
Who died in the East Heracles,
War of immoralities rages
From the pews to the pulpits
Many Lazarus' raised but not loosed
While we raise and loose Judas'
Even from the altar of intercessions
Religion the painkiller ingested by the church
Only numbs the pain hiding the sickness cause
In need of deliverance is religion
On every soul to come loosed we will wait
Even on our knees with supplications, SOS
The greater the sore the more lengthy the recovery
But we will heal from the marrow
A projection from the outer body we'll witness
Because Christ cometh for a bride without blemish.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
I deserve to know the blueprints of my eyes...
You deserve to know why the rose dies...
I want to know God's compromise...
You shall know how Love writhes...
Your eyes were designed to see death...
I see the world, I see life, I taste breath...
You see suffering, you taste soul falleth...
I witness love wonderful, I feel God speaketh...
You mistaketh moments, for Eternity's birth,
you confuseth care, for justice calleth...
Do my eyes lieth, teach the Devil's spelleth...
Your eyes dreams distorteth,
they corrupteth what your heart seeketh...
Why must the rose dieth...
So to live truth pureth...
What truth does the rose liveth...
All that cometh in the Shadow, expresseth in the Shadow, of the Shadow passeth...
God's compromise your eyes spilleth,
revealeth risk righteous...
God gambled with the grave, to spawn spirit, to sow soul rebellious...
God fell for Freedom, shattered Itself for the stars, for the sake of raw consciousness...
What does God searcheth for, does God great pain possess...?
God seeketh heat in ice, pursueth pain in living purpose...
Is God the Architect of Good and Evil consequence...?
God is wise and weeping wilderness,
the lust of creative intelligence...
God compromised His eternal innocence...?
God became a diamonded metamorphosis,
panoramic pulse in prowling permanence...
Does Love not make life real...
Death makes life real, as love makes you feel,
so too, death be your soul's appeal
for self sacrificing survival,
to endure the relentless ritual of mind vital...
Is Love a prisoner of prophecy unlawful...
Love is captive of a curse called carnal,
you see, Love is a procreative energy primal,
flesh fanging nerves of the physical,
exhilaration of ego inflamed emotional,
atomic sparks splicing matrix mental...
My heart is designed to see Life total,
I am a fire fed by faith phenomenal...
Take me, to where Love learns no more
of suffering heartbeats sore,
to where the sky wants no more of thunder galore...
I cannot take you to where God need not explore...
J.A.B. 03-12-2025
How I wish you were here standing right next to His Side
How the Lord Holds you Dear despite an insufferable pride
But to feel just a single touch from all of His Glory above
For you could never know as such, the Lord's Great Love
You are certainly missed in the returning of His Invitation
Walking right there in His Midst and still there's no elation
The more one is to encourage, it'll take the opposite affect
But what will truly discourage is just flat out basic neglect
It is not us, but YOU, you're the one who made the choice
For we know what is true and in so being we thus rejoice
But you, you choose this fate even now your mind weighs
Thinking it's some kind of debate, oh the tricks satan plays
So being all that grief, when you too could have been here
A weeping and gnashing of teeth when it all becomes clear
How I wish you were here standing right next to His Side
How the Lord Holds you Dear despite an insufferable pride
Proverbs 11:2
When pride cometh, then cometh shame:
but with the lowly is wisdom.
The Henriad
Battled lands, traitors afoot, beg his precis,
Highlights his ascent, forgiveness be his plea,
Openly nigh, wolves in a shepherd's court free,
~~I came, he naught knoweth,
Plagued by a war that his own heart desired naught,
Nonetheless, his kingdom he sees, so he fought,
Consumed was he, triumph freed, clarity brought,
~~I know naught he cometh,
Intervening moments taunts my attention,
Remedy this failure left in suspension,
Clear fog of time elapsed be my retention,
~~Deathblow, evil leaveth.
2020 August 23
Faith with Your empowered love, LORD, is our strength to please* YOU ceaselessly, while worshiping and thanking You...
...Keep us trusting YOU with Your imparted faith that has miraculously quickened our souls, and is marvelously reviving our spirits...
...Anchored upon Your omnipotence, believing that YOU are our God Who specializes in impossibilities, assuring us Your compassion...
...For us to minister to others with love, devoid of selfishness, overcoming covetousness and greediness.
*Hebrews 11:6 ...Without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
March 3, 2019
Oh how I now wish
I was 17 odd year's old
Not because I want to be young again
Or a wistful longing to relive my youth
But rather because I at that point had
the brain capacity attention span and
intellect of a pea
Which upon reflection is the best way
to view and look upon life if you wish
to live carefree and be happy
As apposed to now being unable once
seen thereafter having to disect what
the true purpose reason or meaning is
behind
Because with age cometh experience
knowledge and a new found interest
in the bigger picture and far more
pressing issues
Which poses one more question after
another has just been answered
And once you yourself have opened
up that in particular avenue and door
There is no going back only forward
as the entrance door is shut and closed
forevermore and after
At 17 i never even contemplated that
the door existed for a single second
I was far to busy chasing butterflies
Unlike whereas now my mind can
barely settle for a minute
Without one thought overlapping my
last and casting further doubt
Leading me to whence you currently
find me now
Wishing boy oh boy how I wish I
was still 17 year's old of innocence
age again
In God's fertile earth the American farmer casts the seeds,
To grow the grain to meet the hungry world's needs.
From the good earth springs forth a bountiful cornucopia,
Of good things to feed the starving in places such as Ethiopia!
Oft I have pondered who discovered the essential element of fire.
Was it a cave person who witnessed the lightning setting a tree afire?
"Warm" thanks to the feller who burned his fingers to keep an ember alive!
Sans fire to warm our feet and broil our steaks, how would we survive?
We know not from whence cometh the wind nor whence it goeth!
But how we relish the soothing sound of a zephyr as 'mongst the trees it floweth!
In ages past, billowing winds drove sailing ships across the raging seas.
Today, wind power is so useful as other energy sources it doth ease!
Water, water everywhere but is it pure and safe to drink?
Mankind must save it from pollution, you would really think!
From the operation of the mighty Hoover Dam to a single glass of water,
'Tis necessary for our survival and we must conserve it - we really oughter!
We've squandered our precious rescources over the course of time.
Perhaps 'tis time to rethink the matter or our lives won't be worth a dime!
Entry for Barbara Gorelick's "The Four Elements" Contest
“Are you 100% sure of going to heaven when you die?” Such was the most haunting question that gripped me as a freshman in a secular university decades ago. That time, I felt that to answer in the negative would be humiliating; and to say yes would doom me to hell, since I really did not know… Looking back, I believe that God actually confronted me through a soulwinner to direct me to Him. Bible studies then enriched my first semester learning in college with the truth of Romans 10:17 upholding me: “So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” Now, called fully to serve the Lord, I ask the same question, and blissfully share the faith that assures eternal life based on the Scriptures, especially John 3:16 and Romans 6:23. Indeed, I thank Jesus Christ for saving me when I put my faith in Him. Ephesians 2:8 asserts, “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.”
faith saving my soul
God-granted with grace and love
blooms for blest sharing
July 17, 2020
10th place, "My Faith" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 7/22/2020.
As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand.
Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.
For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.
I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!
Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)
What makes us?
All the differs
Make us suffer
I challenge any sucker
to tickle the ivories
And aline with me
To make a beat
So we can agree
We're in a dark place
Standing with straight face
Waiting for the grace
To take the place
Of any person
Who stands as one
Ready for the demon
To enter their sermone
We all know the truth
But some chose to refuse
That life is a ruse
Evil with no excuse
Music is the light
Excitement to reignite
Joy in the heart of life
So why choose to fight
Embrace what beat cometh
With a sound loud enough
To blow away the bad stuff
That we're to believe is rough
Hopefully opens your heart
To make a start
As to rehabilitate the heart
And hopefully appreciate art