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On Calvary

On Calvary
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Sans devoid and bare
Now and then I stare
Out there feeling bereft
My punctured lung bleeds
Feet wont dare to step
I am nailed so hard
The clouds go dapple drab
The sky emboss so somber
Robber and I either side
I came to fetch many faults..

Sans devoid I bare the load
Whom am I ?
Jesus from God
The saviour Messiah 
Who grants salvation
Confined and tied up
The will is done now
My covenant fullfilled
My compromise given
The time has dawned
So you may live.

Sans devoid and bare
I have borne the cross alone
On Calvary 
The loaded cross
Of forgiven sins
There will be images
Up a cross
In A world of great devide
No more snakes in wine
My hands and feet 
No longer bereft
I thirst

I ascend
I remember you ..
On Calvary
You sin and weep no more.


Emcee Or Poet

I'm told this isn't hiphop, just a bunch of well constructed words
And its not poetry either because it rhymes like a rap verse
At first, come to terms with the terms that your using
Then try to structure the point that your proving
Introducing yourself half way through a statement
Will likely fail, you need a basis for it to make sense if it's a story your trying to tell
A true emcees pen is used to jot thoughts on paper 
But its just a matter of opinion which version's prefered or greater
Words heard, are sure to stir emotions in some,but
Read straight from the page that it wouldn't have done 
The reality is rap punchlines are something quite pivital 
But Rappers today make verses seem quite trivial
In the last line I've given you, an example of the devide 
Repetition can enforce points, or be an easy way to rhyme
These changes may be hard to define, but it's worth a try
I don't use style guidelines, I adopt whatever works for mine
Search my mind for my thoughts, and write 'em in rhyme form
Lots have lost the plot . . just let me know when you find yours
My verses get read so my message is spread they way it's intended to be
Cause if your an emcee who isn't a poet,well your just posin, your not really an emcee .
Form:

Greed

So many people living beyond there means
Those one's their so obsessed with greed
And there's those coming apart at the seam's                                       
The one's who would like to not want or need

When even now we have the rich and the poor
Those people who's only real concern is wealth
Those who just take everything right to the core
It now seems it's like every one for them self 

And what is it all about money power domination
Will there be a time we share the same residence
Whats funny were sleep walking into segregation
And still it's like were all these modern day peasants

When all those people who are just filled to the brim
But what could you say to them, consumed by greed
If we then look at the world that we are now living in
Their are those who'd like to not want or need 




WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVID SCOTT 2013
tHIS LIKE AN EXCERT FROM POEM SEVEN 
I wanted to add extra verse and write as a sepret issue
Im sure a lot would relate to as seems also a current issue at this 
moment in time    ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,GREED

again the reason behind me questioning this is because theres still this giant devide 
between people the ritch get ritcher and the poor get pooer i think docters and nures should
get much more than footballers and polotisions i could go on and on but anyway this is another 
excert from poem idea seven ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
sin
Form: Rhyme

This Latter Is From Me I Robert Mugabe Before I Died

This is my latter.
I Robert mugabe.
My people.
This is what I do like you to know.

I stood and went to Singapore.
To fight the pain in my flesh.
On this day 05-09-2019 I thought to returning home Zimbabwe.
I heard the voice of my heavenly father calling my name.

My son Robert mugabe.
I am your father from above.
You have acompleshed your mission.
I call you home, i say come home.

That way I returned home heaven.
Don't scratch each other, be one.
Don't let the enemy devide you, and steal your land.
I protected the land for you.

That are my words,
l have left,
we'll meet again.

Poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai.
Form: ABC

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