Long Deeds Poems
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from ruthless deeds
to the place where
the devil is absent
a rambling soul
settled down
under the mountain
wrapped up by
the merciful serpent
unaware of wrath
calling himself
a poet from Siberia
he planted rusty nails
and bred odd stories
the astonished evening
found a friend in barrens
where the heirloom sank
during the muddy supper
and his weary shoes
walk by themselves
under the lead sky
ring in the clock tower
when the electric quest
starts with the blackout
it's time to confess
to be merely mortal
behold! the solitude
of indistinct fable
leads to tranquility
but never to treasure
When all the great songs
have already been sung
and every last bell
has finally rung
I pray it is then
when our hope from above
shall descend to the Earth
like the gentlest dove
When every last page
has been written in pen
by the wisest of sages
and the meekest of men
And they close up the books
with the very last line
Perhaps we will give
our Creator some time
When there is no turning
to the left or the right
And we must look up
lest we lose the fight
May the swords we are holding
be removed from our hands
Let the bloodshed be done with
and the armies disband
When men are just men
and not colors or flags
with no more distinction
from riches to rags
May we then come together
as brothers in blood
as we pull one another up
out of the mud
With never a battle
to be lost or won
Nothing more to be proven
under the sun
Let the light of God's love
all our hearts overtake
and our differences fade
for humanity's sake
When all chatter and clatter
distractions are still
by dint of the Almighty's
sovereign will
And all the grand deeds
of industry cease
Perhaps then this world
shall finally know peace
© Mike Wise
1-19-23
Amiss a world of violence with hate and greed strong
I withdraw within my earthen mound refusing to belong
Evil's ugly face embedded into men's souls
the wickedness they gleefully in pale they hungrily show
Mutilate children and wars for profits greed
those who speak against it are blamed for the deeds
A new world order for the richest one percent
paid by starving masses they taunt and forget
The earth bleeding with technology as a god
love evaporating in the sunlight with the fog
Mass media reports nothing but only spreads hate
only one view announce never allow debate
Stop the growth of food let them eat themselves
do not use real energy go green for it is pelf
No justice or morals or laws of any kind
mocking the victims celebrating the crime
Harvest the organs of the unborn and very poor
the rich class lives forever they must endure
A new world religion feels very very old
Lucifer rules the world his bloody crown of gold
Enough I shelter into the earth's womb
underground peace I found buried in my tomb.
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In the quiet of the night, they come,
Voices raised, hearts undone.
“Lord, Lord,” they cry, with fervent plea,
"Have we not prophesied in Your name, faithfully?
We cast out demons, healed the sick,
In Your name, our hearts did quick.
But in the silence, a voice so clear,
“Depart from Me, for I never knew you, My dear.”
For deeds alone, though grand they seem,
Cannot replace a heart redeemed.
In love and truth, we find our way,
To walk with Him, each blessed day.
So seek not just the works of hand,
But know His heart, and understand.
For in His grace, we find our place,
In the warmth of His eternal embrace.
This verse is from Matthew 7:22-23, where Jesus is teaching about the importance of genuine faith and relationship with Him, rather than just performing religious acts.
Here’s a deeper look into its meaning:
Context:
This passage is part of the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus addresses various aspects of righteous living and warns against false prophets.
Meaning:
• “Many will come and say, ‘Lord, Lord’”: This indicates that many people will claim to know Jesus and call Him their Lord.
• “Have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons, and healed the sick?”: These are significant religious acts, suggesting that the people believe their works should earn them favor with Jesus.
• “And I will proclaim, ‘Depart from Me, for I never knew you!’”: Jesus emphasizes that mere actions, even miraculous ones, are not enough. What matters is a true, personal relationship with Him.
Key Takeaways:
1. Genuine Relationship: Jesus values a sincere, personal relationship over outward religious activities.
2. Heart Over Deeds: It’s not just about what we do, but the state of our heart and our connection with Him.
3. Warning Against Hypocrisy: This serves as a warning to those who might rely solely on their works without truly knowing Jesus.
This verse encourages believers to focus on cultivating a deep, authentic relationship with Jesus, rooted in love and faith, rather than just performing religious duties.
A faint hearted silhouette,
Of a life once thought,
Surveyed the silent terrain
Of a forest plot.
Searching for creeds
In the bones of deeds
Her net came up empty
Only whispers were caught.
A canon of dreams,
Battles of air,
Toothless virtues,
Knuckles gone bare.
Damning a fight,
Stood a farmer trembling,
With fear he looked
At a rabbit’s cold stare.
A word adorned
In glory diamond frill
Longed for a text
To shine upon its bill.
Weaving in grammar,
With vain notes of a stammer
A loin cloth, a rag,
A fettered letter’s
Poisoned pill.
An immodest figure
Of hair-chested speech
Watched over squawks
Of birds on a beach.
Steaming in smothers
Of mosquito-like brothers
A bellicose vein
With nothing to leach
Bled profusely
For compassion to teach.
A steely vow thunders
At the grimace of night.
Speechless candle sermons
Brightens the light.
Wondering if dead means
Off with the head
A guillotine’s guilt
Came down from its height.
A voice of timber
Stood alone
Upon earth’s stage,
A guard with silent strength
A worker of our age.
Holding a wounded dove
With flower power
Tears of love
A woman revealed
How truth is concealed.
Daring to design,
At great risk of a fine,
She wove a garment
For our age:
Eden’s dress in brutal rage.
Dear God support me to the end
insatiable foe never a friend
Forgive me for my sins,
an expression of my violins
I chose a rocky road
inappropriate on a postcard
Scared and so full of sorrow
but always a hope for tomorrow
Save me from my need
control my deeds
Amen
22/12/2020
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Of some mad American empire
were Angels rage in the suicidal age
Of TV stars and failed billionaires
Upstart demagogues tyrannical
Wanta-bes who rule with lies on knees of glass
And feet of tin, and rings of fools-gold
tiny fists bleed tiny tears Infamy
Schemes with in schemes
Orange rage racism raw ragged
and blasphemy of science
idolize idiocracy
A mad American empire teetering on oblivion
In TVs and multimedia social society
Of Markets and networking divisions
Evangelist blind screaming for an idol falsely
Bluebirds flutter flocks like ravens
A murder of crows Die in the lite of truth
The truth is a matter of opinion obsession
False diversions a fractured nation
A false god a false profit beloved by narrow-minded illiterate ill-rational idiots
Idolize inept and ignorant orange
God, a false divinity
Raging lies in tin crowns
an overgrown tyrant
a little king without armor
a fool With bloody hands
smeared mascara eyeliner drowned
Blood and horror a mad American empire
were Angels rage suicidal age
Of faded TV stars gluttonous billionaires
Upstart demagogues
tyrannical nights of thousand lights
Mega-phone preacher of a new order
Make America some mad empire
Wanta-bes who rule
with lies and tyrannical deeds
knees of glass bleed oil orange fire
feet of glass things of fools-gold
Tiny fists clutch paper crowns
tiny tears Infamy a crocodiles lear
Schemes within and schemes without
rape of queens, dreamers teetering on oblivion
orange racism ragged raw
wall falls halls echo lies and false fantasies
blasphemy of science, idiocracy , supremacy
Drooling fools, magaits burrow in
Some mad American empire...
MY DEEPEST WHISPER
I possess a gentle touch
and compassionate deeds within me.
The inner passion enables me to be.
Inside,
There's a quiet flame that softly glows.
Where the silence goes and
Kindness flows.
I'm not loud, not proud,
But deep and blue.
With the heart that
remains grateful and true.
Fishing and swimming are activities
I love to do.
Until the ocean waves come
crashing through.
I love to scroll on a Sunday afternoon
With a steady grace.
And walk calmly at a fast pace.
I've started streaming the rhythm and blues,
piano melodies echoing
As the wind blows.
Written by: Rosey RMV
10 AUGUST 2025
This place where God and angels and his children reside this place those who practice Good Deeds the reward of this place heaven is this place called Paradise Nirvana the kingdom of heaven call the promised land the Heavenly Kingdom the celestial City it's called the Abode of God the city of God the Abode of saints and Angels it's called Zion Abraham's bosom the Hereafter the next world it's called the next life the after World the afterlife so-called Heaven is happy hunting grounds the New Jerusalem Heaven's call illusion field Heaven's call celestial terrestrial Celestial Kingdom call not seen with the natural eye but only lived through the spiritual life a floating Paradise elongated glass ever in all eternity Heaven abode is a righteous place the home of Jesus our lord and God it should be the place we all want to be
11/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
I was just a little boy
And dragons abounded, this I was sure
So out I went, on a sun filled day
To slay the fiercest of all dragons
I packed a lunch
I knew this was an all day affair
Dragon slaying was a serious business
And off I marched, to the local bogs
I dreamed of all the fame I would have
The mightiest of all dragon slayers
Why all the village and even church
Would honor my noble deeds
Riches would surely follow
As I sold his hide and fiery tongue
Surely three arrows I would need
To conquer such a mighty foe
Well the bog was wet and the going somewhat slow
Alas the dragon, like magic appeared
Somewhat smaller than I dreamed
He smiled, and said good day young man!!!
Hardly a scary dragon at all
He inquired as to what I had in my sack
I replied, me lunch and three arrows to defeat you
The dragon smiled, and offered to heat up my lunch
How could one refuse such kindness?
Truth be told I was kinda hungry too!
So there we sat on an old fallen log
As I shared my meal with a dragon
Tomorrow I shall return
Just a little boy, poorer still
I will bring another lunch
To share with my new friend in the bog