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Paradidomi
The men who wrote the KJV
wrote well but not inerrably.
“Betray” was not “paradidomi.”
He only said, “deliver me.”
The word “betray” should not have been
a gospel word or found therein.
Though one's described in all but one,
the word's not used by God's own son.
Against Him, “heel was lifted up.”
He said it once at their last sup.
Not once before, not once again,
not with “betray” He named the sin.
He washed the heel, and it was clean.
So after that, don't call it mean.
He said to him that he'd “deliver.”
It was God's plan for his life's Giver.
"Paradidomi" (PAIR-UH-DID-UH-MEE) is a transliteration of the Greek word that is translated "betray" in English translations of the Gospels. "Betray," however, is a mistranslation. The Gospel writers meant "deliver" or "hand over," and they intended no connotation of an act of treachery in their use of the word.
Consider these exchanges between Jesus and Peter:
Jesus: All of you will be offended in me.
Peter: I will never be offended in you.
Jesus: You will deny me three times.
Peter: I will never deny you.
Jesus: One of you will "betray" me.
Peter: Is it I?
Clearly, the word Jesus spoke did not connote for Peter an act of treachery. Jesus only said, "One of you will deliver me," or "One of you will hand me over."
For the interested, see the book by William Klassen, "Judas, Betrayer or Friend of Jesus?," Chapter 3 Section II. "Judas 'Handed Jesus Over': The Word paradidomi."
Judas became a traitor to Jesus when he went to the chief priests and made a covenant to hand Jesus over to them, after the devil put it into his heart. That is the trespass against Jesus to which Jesus referred, "[He] has lifted up his heel against me." Jesus responded to that trespass by washing the heel of offense. In the end, Judas glorified Jesus when he handed him over to the chief priests, after Jesus put it into his heart. Judas did not betray Jesus with a kiss; he served him with a kiss. Judas overcame Satan, who entered into him after Jesus identified him as the one who should deliver him, and who was opposed to those things which Jesus said should happen at Jerusalem.
Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance. Followed by Pink, red and yellow ixoras,
the fully bloomed harlequin wonders;
Enthrall butterflies and sun birds
Violet, Red and new comer pink Balsums
are the evergreen shrub
The nonpareil Marvels
Night blooming jasmine flowers
adorn the sideways of the garden;
Meant to engross the moths
The bright yellow alamanda,
the heroine of our garden.
Made us fall in love with yellow
Glittering stars in the morning,
blaze like the diamonds in red and yellow;
The spectacular magic of sun plants
The black night shade plants
bear the inky purple sun berries;
Food for the red vented bulbuls
The Red hibiscus at the corner
attracts everyone's sights
by its innocent grin
The 4'o clock mandharai flowers
unfurl attractive perfumes
and embellish our garden in the evening
Grass green climber braces,
trumpet shaped madevillas,
The small stabs on flowers,
connote attendances of sun birds
Cutest creepers I've ever seen,
amidst the tall green grass;
The metallic blue Verbena
Sometimes our old friends Asian Koels
and our migrating friends Brahminy starlings
visit for their breakfast.
Mynas sing like parrots
and sometimes imitate Koels;
Mimicry Experts they're
Some plants are hostplants
of the common mormons, jezebels,
praying mantis and the signature spiders
Yellow billed blabbers,
the king of our garden;
The faithful defender of our home,
none can step in without their consent.
Squirrels scamper here and there,
and elegant butterflies in the air
proliferate happiness everywhere
Have you ever seen a place like this anywhere?
To embrace glee, you no need to be a Billionare.
Just Visit our garden, you will feel the real bliss, I swear!
I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some partial nudity,
(Only if required). There’ll be a sexy
Enigmatic hero. First a, er, sexy
Sombre saxophone sighs; on a soccer pitch
Lies the first victim. Tasteful nudity
Reveals one poignant nipple. Open eyes film
Over, dead as moon craters, her grubby
Legs disposed like spoons. She was our killer’s
Anonymous mouse. Our glamorous killer’s
Eyes showed her useless terror. Our sexy
Hero runs a slow hand through his grubby
Hair (Cares too much to wash.) Things touch fever pitch
When the next is abducted. We will film
Her wide eyed writhings. Classy nudity
Perhaps. Some brief tenderness; nudity
Of course; our hero and his wife. (While killer
Stalks a frail, thinly sketched female. We film
From his point of view her private sexy
Underwear clad body.) I want this pitch
To emphasize our Fincheresque grubby
Vision is totally unique. Grubby
Walls connote moral decay. Nudity
Is not exploitive. Our hero pitches
An unorthodox solution. The killer
Is secretly his cross-dressing sexy
Partner. Twisty eh? Never seen on film.
Dressed to Kill? No. Nobody’s heard of that film!
(Who remembers the 80s?) In a grubby
Climax, the mousy cross-dressing, sexy
Basement stalks saxophone solos. Nudity
Washes its private underthings. Killer
Underwear is arrested. That’s the pitch!
Contains grubby scenes of sexy violence.
Contains killer nudity and mild scenes of extreme peril.
Contains high pitched screams and discarded spoons.
Each of us = our own worst enemy
Hyperbole escorted ushered down aisle,
no critic within google x bajillion mile
(give or take a million) approximates
limitless potential regarding self said
epithet vile expletive spewing wicked
vituperation, vilification, vexation,
vandalization, undervaluation, uglification,
transmogrification, terrorization, suffocation,
stultification, strangulation, recrimination...
custom made swiftly tailored harried style
unbounded poetic license curtly vile
distilling, kickstarting, whipping...
hewed, patented, trademarked... versatile
methodologies, modalities to compile
masochistic punishment exhibiting agile
proactive innovations linkedin to avast
amalgamation, where synonyms connote
inflicting physical/ verbal self harm while
alone within emotional wilderness I'll
venture to add non active means to torture
including versus being passively servile,
and case in point with yours truly exile
isolate, entombed, locked, sequestered...
in bedroom of boyhood cherished domicile,
no matter whether violent or tame recourse
good n plenti abominations populate fertile
two clenched fist sized gray matter awash
where rage against our thwarted ambitions
dreams, goals, joys, motives, most pregnant trial
birthing most brutish, horrific, nasty... nemesis.
Please excuse this wurst wordy wayward bard
cuz here cometh the tricked out guard
(oh my...dog he attired just like me)
as everyone else within this isolationist ward.
by Michaelw1two
The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
each the times bemoan;
stressed by compassion's grasp,
ingrained word sown life disowns;
individualist rare, previews minds mood,
frigid wills he does discern;
insurrection, a thought held vast,
implied truth's, tout one’s dishonor.
Prerogative, free your chained mind,
release past stain despotic;
concomitant imbroglio once bound,
faces now this world chaotic;
temporal truth outweighs want,
life’s bliss questions idea quixotic;
perceptivity palpable eoan,
entwined societal gist, riddle semiotic.
Incessant proves life’s filature,
its touch, binds each into account;
emblements, an inedible gruel,
thought as fruit, abstruse keynote;
historicity, prime number obscured,
self’s augmentative connote;
coincibency jesting theft,
petitio principia, intones snidely cantor.
Initiates, anew in words from blood,
long of mindfulness and mores;
misconstrue one’s meanderings,
as logical crazes, fecundity ignores;
interpretation, ideas coalesce,
worked verse provides the Id amore’;
contradictions, fuel creative trysts,
twisted thoughts, this art restores.
Orient then one’s psyche appetent,
as present wanes benignly;
dupery thrives, flexile ideas hide,
within abderian punning finery;
circumscribe in self perspicacity,
release your jocularity divinely;
sagaciousness poetic ruse,
a mendicants muse, his true babblery.
Jan 2010
I enjoy when people quote the Word,
And find it disagrees with what they’ve heard.
Often wrong with what they’re claiming.
Their knowledge of Scripture is often betraying.
In Isaiah, you will often hear,
The lamb and the lion will lay near.
And while most people know this Isaiah quote,
It’s not what it says but it does promote,
The true sentiment it does connote.
It’s not a lion that Isaiah wrote.
It’s actually a wolf not biting the lamb’s throat.
When people think about Noah and his ark,
In their minds they see crowds with snark.
But no word in Scripture about any crowd.
Another example often disavowed.
Sometimes, quite out loud.
Common beliefs like these are not just religious.
Some in areas somewhat prodigious.
The Mandala effect is its name,
And has received a lot of fame,
Due to making a false claim,
And giving this term its new aclaim.
Now we come to my favorite of all.
Adam and Eve and their famous fall.
They were evicted for their sin as you’ve so often heard.
But that is not what it says in The Word.
The tree of life, God now forbade.
‘They cannot become immortal like us’,
Is what He said.
So He threw them out,
To maintain His clout.
Believers don’t always know what is truly said,
And may have some falsehoods stuck in their head.
So when looking at the sacred Scripture,
Please make sure you see the real picture.
Read Your Bible!
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXVII - XXXVIII
XXXVII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Minister of Housing Development
I'd make it my life-long mission by swearing upon it as a Holy Sacrement
To rush to the rescue of every poor defenceless and distraught old tenant
At the mercy of villainous old women pests who run or administer housing tenements
With beaks claws sharp canines of vultures hyenas who suck vampirically emoluments
That is, if ever I were by some magic the Minister of Housing Development
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country
XXXVIII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
I'd ordain ripped from every thesaurus encyclopaedia and dictionary
Words which denote or connote that special breed of vilely hissing spying bodies
Concierge Housekeeper Portero Janitor and all such idiotic parasitic discrepancies
And free the sleepless care-worn tenement city populations from these harpies
That is, if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
And even if in Gaie Paree I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 26, 2018
Woke up with a terrible headache,
pounding this brain, spoiling the taste
of the delicious mocha coffee I sip;
tired of watching the urban morning news,
troubles abound, so do my Holiday blues.
And a blank mind void of inspiration
adds to my unbearable, changeless woes;
wouldn't someone cheer me up, and with a convulsion,
revive my weak breath risking annihilation?
Fresh air, crisp and fragrant, is needed into my lungs.
A blue and bright sky isn't sought after when it's frigid,
all my body wants to do is keep itself warm by this fireplace,
watch the log's fire rising amid the reddish bricks of the chimney walls...
imagining throngs of scintillating fireflies float on a mild summer's evening;
wouldn't a hot bowl of chicken soup will revive me and do me good?
And a blank mind void of inspiration
can spend a whole day in idleness when thoughts do escape;
and once they are gone, they are lost forever to memory and vision,
but wouldn't this be an horrible thought to hold them in my grip,
wanting them to stay...not to connote guilt?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Their shoes curse me
Send fear into my heart
And makes me loose control of my self.
Have you seen their shoes before?
Black and red, it connote danger and darkness
Press down grasses between their tears and laughter.
Politicians shoes has no soul but
Spirit and dark blood like crude .
It makes a loud noise like the dancers beads
In the front face, corruption built its hut
Then in its back lies harbour there.
Deceit are the leather there in while
Dishonest is the tag number.
It direct them to misdeed of all kind
Politician shoes has no compassion on the sand and grasses
It causes colour riots in their attire.
Under the shoe are gum which is used
To steal public funds and money.
Every now and then its steal money in an occasion
And no one knows their hidden agenda.
It is the elephant of the forest against
The soil and the poor grasses
Endo and ecto parasites to the nature of man's body
Politicians shoes are holy shoes
But smells of foul odour and mutate always.
It fear is in the category of death while
Faith and progress fills the oppressed with life
I'm taking it upon myself
to sing a phrase or write a lick
to put a few words upon the shelf
for singers and poets to pull and pick
what's needed are more rhymes for love
so here I offer now some brand new words
to keep from relying so much on, above
for the finer points of love absurd
"pillove" will mean those times in bed
when face-to-face we gaze and lay
with unwashed night-mouth to taste
but passion makes us kiss anyway
and "smove" will be the way we walk
when hand-in-hand we ambulate away
and "brove" will be the times we talk
when really we have little to say
"plove" will mean wanton puckered lip
and "frove" will be a passionate embrace
"crove" will be when two really click
maybe "sove" loves that smilin' face
to spice up a song we've had "clove"
and some other notable rhymes of note
for lyrics sung low, we have the "dove"
and a few other lined words to connote
lovely sentiments to melt our hearts
and give humanity's eros voice
to create some writing a la carte
some new rhymes may give greater choice
© Goode Guy 2012-03-18
"Eros-istics"