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Despite my fatal transgression and sinfulness
God redeemed me fully from hell-fire and guilt’s trace
Thru His vicarious death showing great love and grace.
Worshipful, l exult in His priceless goodness*!
At times, I know I disobey God consciously
Yet, out of His precious compassion’s opulence
He grants me complete pardon of peace-prevalence.
Grateful, I trust His goodness-bounty constantly!
With my self-willed haughtiness’ stubborn reaction
Creating a chasm wide away from my God…
He still reaches out to me with His mercy’s nod.
Humbled, I submit to His goodness’ direction.
Even if I try to depart from God’s design
Which is actually called spiritual mockery
His divine impetus pulls me to victory.
Repentant, I seek His goodness, saying “I’m Thine.”
Midst my silken vanity and carnality
God gives faith; frees me from worldly entanglement
To adorn me with virtue-laden ornament.
Blessed, I serve Him by His goodness’ purity.
*Isaiah 63:7 I will mention the lovingkindnesses of the LORD, and the praises of the LORD, according to all that the LORD hath bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which he hath bestowed on them according to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses.
August 17, 2018
4th Place, Eight word challenge-8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Judged on 9/3/2018
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
Why it hasn't rained for ages now,
So many failed crops, and fields you must plough.
Your dirty clothes are all so glum.
You're just a little dirty bum
You deserve no pity, my son.
Go up and clean yourself, get done,
There'll be no food for you tonight,
And don't dare cry you messy mite.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
You dared disobey me again,
Bastard idiot and a pain.
Look at your clothes, all wet with dew,
Torn without a valid reason, too.
Do you think that I can afford
Money needed, is all we hoard?
I'll show you what attire you'll fray.
I swear I'll tear your hideaway.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Did I not send you to get twigs,
Why do you behave like poor pigs?
What are those stains around your face?
Eating berries? Did you say grace?
There, how's that for a bloody punch?
Now your face looks best like a crunch,
Can't even take his correction.
Wipe that juice, you misconception.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were you smooching with silly ****,
That goody goody, y mutt?
Go find a hooker, try to learn
What true pleasures women can burn.
You'll never learn from that hussy,
Good for nothing bit of lassie.
If I see you again with her,
Why I'll castrate you forever.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were not your father there with you?
Why is your face so red and blue?
Why haven't you returned together?
Eating berries in this weather?
Why is your new shirt so blood-stained?
Don't you know he will have you chained!
Oh John, my John, you'll never learn
Your father will kill you, he's stern.
What's that smile on your face, my John?
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my son,
What were you doing?
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Words are peculiar things of the mind
formed up there inside your head
so many of them full of emotion
others taste like old stale bread
In times of hurting real bad
eventually the bleeding does stop
you think the wound will get better
even as the pain level does drop
The mind starts to play it's tricks
deceiving your emotions in the mix
bringing confusion into play
showing different rules every day
You have pled for your healing
but some words never do this
they refuse to dry up inside
showing reluctance so stay amiss
So independent and socially aloof
such words disobey your mind
seem to enjoy living the fool
so will life itself you do find
(QUOTE:
'Some words never heal , they just stop bleeding' - Anon.)
The 2nd metal of the makers furnace
She has the forbidden fruit in-between her legs
In pursuit of enjoying this apple our fathers have gone missing from us
Who is she that has the lip of every man lusting to taste the nectar of her bed
I've read of a woman like this
She is the first lady to place a man in a bottle
Have him ready to disobey his maker and live his days as a sinner
The first lass to appear in the book of genesis
I now wish not to walk to the atonement of her sheets
For my love for Eve is flour and water
It shall not survive on bread alone.
An excerpt of my Ribs
I carry her wherever I go
Mother of human kind
The lady who is to spark the flame to our suffering
Although she is to be the shame of me
I love her even more.
All soldiers are great and brave
Except the ones that many cowards
Use to commit crimes against the enslaved
Citizens, who disobey the laws of the fake lords.
Many so-called law enforcers are not soldiers
If they were, they would have been more righteous
Because good soldiers fought against the palavers
Of the criminals and the injustices of the bad judges.
"Old soldiers never die", said the old adage
Old soldiers have fought against tyranny
Old brave soldiers have fought for liberty.
All good soldiers are trained to defeat injustice
Though not all in military uniforms are sage
And disciplined like warriors who yearn for peace.
Copyright © November 11,2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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The Garden of Eden was sufficient for food. All the fruitful trees were available to Adam and Eve…all except one. The tree of good and evil held fruit that indeed would open the eyes of the innocent. Adam and Eve “took the bite” in listening to the serpent and eating “choice” fruit, in which I mean they made a choice to disobey God. An apple is merely a representative of the fruit since it is not named in the bible.
Fishermen describe the fish as “not biting” when they are not able to catch any or very little.
I often write some poetry, and I can fill a page
With some fictitious story that will hopefully engage
Your interest or your liking, but I know I never could
Create a made-up tale or find a true tale quite as good
As this—the most amazing tale that man has ever heard
The most astounding, great Good News, the true unchanging Word
Before creation there was Yah, His Son and Spirit too
They made all things we see around–the birds, the trees, and you
He made us and He loved us, even though He knew we’d fall
He knew we wouldn't listen and would not obey His call
So disobey we humans did; He banished us away
From Eden's lovely garden, and we went our sinful way
But Yehovah still loved us after we had gone astray
He sent His prophets and His Word to guide us in the way
He saved us from all captors and He fed us with His bread
But we would always scorn Him after we'd been freed and fed
So we continued sinning but His plan was far from done
Despite our wicked, sinful deeds He sent His only Son
To save and free from hell and death whoever trusts in Him
To bring from darkness into light—deliver us from sin
Though He’s the king—He made us all—He died upon that tree
For those who died, for those alive, and for those yet to be
He gave His life to bring us into unity with Him
To open up the gates of life so we can enter in
How can I tell how much He’s helped? He’s saved me; I’m His own
How can I list His boundless blessings? He will bring me home
How could I make a better story? What's more grand than this?
How could I live without my Savior? He’s my strength, my bliss
How could I tell what He has done or sing of all His praise?
His love’s beyond my mortal mind; I’ll praise Him all my days
SEED OF ABRAHAM
HABITUAL attendance stacks the odds?
God makes no MISTAKES.
The stars twinkle day and night,
MYRIAD upon MYRIAD for so long.
Flowing robes, jutting HUMBLED chests
Caressing the torah, oh lovely scroll
Kicks those sinners in the pants
Dare they to DISOBEY the law
The blues: don’t dare to rearrange
Our lives so PEDESTAL perfect,
My mother so proud on the day,
I swore allegiance to my FATHER’S heritage.
God starts swatting those stars, like flies,
Extinguishing the cigarette butts,
Lassoing lies and stealing thunderclaps.
He kisses the newborn stars in his see-through palms.
They fly like butterflies, like fun confetti, like grains of sand.
Sky kisses at the border of heaven, the first stop.
Second heaven screams and stomps.
The third heaven awaits its lovely SPRING flowers.
3/7/2017
Julia Ward's Someone, or Something Replaceable Contest
Galatians 3:29 If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s seed,
and heirs according to the promise (NIV)
In turning from yellow now to red he stopped at the light
Avoiding any such dread in accordance as to what is right
A simple law we all agreed and no matter our own desire
None of us would just not heed no matter how late or dire
And thank God for such sight everyone aware of this law
In stopping at that red light it makes it much safer for all
But if even just a few disobey we would have need to fear
As then maybe one day in front of you they suddenly appear
All laws are made for a reason and most benefit us greatly
It's only when there is treason that the affects you soon see
But Spiritual law is greater than any civil law you can name
The consequences of the Creator is why He gave you such shame
Better off running a red light than upsetting the One Above
All that He said is right and done out of complete Divine Love
But you have freewill and you may choose whatever you decide
Yet here it is yourself you kill in not making it to the other side
I believe nature is our teacher
that there are lessons in her trees...
in her flowers...
in her animals...
in her oceans...
in her seas...
She teaches us how life is beautiful...
how it’s wonderful to be alive.
She teaches us we need each other
in order to survive.
She teaches us how we’re all kindred spirits
every you…
and every I
How we’re meant to live harmoniously
with each other
with her winds...
her stars...
her sky…
But some of us have not been listening…
Some of us simply disobey…
Some of us seem to have forgotten…
Some of us have gone astray
Nature, however, is hopefully optimistic…
She knows if we will only heed her call
and practice the lessons she is teaching
she’ll make kindred spirits of us all.