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Crank it up Lord your power and your grace
Bring on that sword that double edged bass
Your word of truth so mighty and sharp
That cuts through the treble of cold stony hearts
God show us your mercy of unfailing love
Send us your spirit so we can soar like doves
Give us that joy we need in our hearts
That sets us on fire to praise sing and dance
Crank it up Lord your power and your grace
Bring on that sword that double edged bass
Your word of truth so mighty and sharp
That cuts through the treble of cold stony hearts
Let us be thankful for every new day
You bring us together to kneel and to pray
We sing and we dance for all that you've done
You’re the lion, the lamb, the victorious one
Crank it up Lord your power and your grace
Bring on that sword that double edged bass
Your word of truth so mighty and sharp
That cuts through the treble of cold stony hearts
Lord help us to shine in a new light
When were discouraged you bring us incite
Teach us to love and teach us to fight
The children of God, chosen and upright
© Copyright KC.Leake
21st March 2015
All Rights Reserved
Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times the Bible
references Armageddon and doomsday
impossible mission to remain
cool, collected and calm.
Whether affiliated with donkey or elephant
Democrat or Republican viz
blue war red respectively
political hot issues don't amount
to a (Sam) hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount
signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora, pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree
mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable
indeed earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied
to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc
significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash
superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction
that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
disabling fox but not cockroach
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach
rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went awry
presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.
As if our fights were not fractious enough,
Look, children have picked up the cue from us
And unless we call truce for peace and love,
Things might blow off the roof what with all fuss,
She complained once, nudged by the lost out sense.
Relax, I said, a conflict has its use,
So has this friction if confined to fence,
Only, it’s a double-edged sword to choose.
Life, what an opus if fights forge out friends!
Thank friction, a caveman found out the fire,
Stop all chafing, wheels would go out of hands,
It can lift humdrum life a tad higher,
It’s friction that dull edges get vetted,
Without, bonds of ties get not well-knotted.
If friction does within fixed fulcrum lay,
But not, were it to rub in a wrong way.
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Sonnet | 01.01.2026 |conflict/friction, family, marriage
Note: This sonnet should have ended by the fourteenth line, but for the fact that every wife enjoys her birth right to have a last word, and here she insisted on adding her own couplet.
Time does not change --
distance and consciousness
does. Things can work for
entirely different reasons than
thought. Man has many grafted
bibles. To some, Science is a
truer messiah. Love, then, par for course,
to the same mindset, is a mere figment.
Man conjuring up what he believes he
needs – thinking what he imagines
he cannot exist without.
My well-searched opinion,
Love is not Love until it is clarified, rendered
a unifying reality. Released from the palm of
Ego Driven Grip. Freedom, a double-edged sword.
Possessing both lengths of good and evil.
They fight for freedom and struggle to be heard.
When words and platitudes fail, they take up arms,
and force their opinions and beliefs upon the world;
loudly proclaiming their faith. Firing bullets of
sanctity. Daring those who challenge to fight back.
Beating them into the submission of defeat.
Who are they? In what do they believe?
'In God' they say. Fighting for a peaceful world.
Fighting for peace? What with - a double edged sword?
Who are they? They are every political activist,
every politician, every 'religious' leader of
every creed, colour and faith, who encourages and
insights the violent murderous warring actions
of suppression, aggression and destruction
so familiar in our world. Don't use God's name
for God is love. God must be recoiling in
heaven above: despairing, wringing his great
artistic hands in anguish, as He listens to
His offspring using Him as an excuse as they
systematically destroy His glorious creation.
'Love and peace' they say, as they torture and contort
the twisted metal; as they load magazines of
hatred in their bludgeoning weapons of death.
Stop now! Listen to the gentle voice of our creator
as it whispers in the beat of every human heart.
Dare to be silent. Dare to dance to a different tune.
Put down your arms and hold the hand of your neighbour.
Disempower ego, and inhale the love of a God
who desires unity not division. You are all fighting
for the same God. You are all right because
you all have the same opinion! You are shouting
so loudly that you cannot hear the still small
voice of calm within. Shut up! Let Him be heard.
September has suddenly begun with a tingling in the 10 toes
Just standing and waiting on the Son but no one really knows
But with His every new sign in using the sky as His billboard
For many, things aren't fine, His Word a double-edged sword
As the markets now begin to shake and the powers come to be
One more straw and it will break but for many they have to see
For they left God long ago and will curse Him more in these days
These things everyone should know as it is with all of God's Ways
With the Red Moon lying in wait as is the Jewish Holiday on the 28th
You have no control of your own fate unlike those of us who have faith
Standing right here waiting for the Son and knowing what is to be
For all those souls that satan has won you will never again be free
It is very late in the game but the Father's filled with complete mercy
It is by His Son Jesus' Name that has made you clean and set you free
Such a great gift that many will deny as I look on in utter disbelief
No matter how hard I try, It's ultimately YOU who chooses such grief
Notable Dates
9-13 Rosh Hashana /lunar eclipse 9-17 Iranian Nuclear
9-23 Yom Kippur/lunar eclipse 9-23 Pope goes to D.C.
9-28 Sukkot/Red Moon 9-28 Pope leaves America
God's timing is always perfect. Maybe this is the right time
for you to accept this great Gift Jesus has been offering to everyone.
Soon that Book will be closed. I pray YOUR name is in it.
In his private parlor the king of Moab rests,
Having just retired from his more spacious quarters,
Where King Eglon had received the Israelite guests,
Bearing tribute, not a gift, but by the king’s orders.
Israel’s cries to God, about their being bereft,
Brought about the sending of a rescuer from the Lord.
Ehud, a man ambidexterous and lethal with his left,
Wore on his right thigh a cubit-length sword.
Ehud is sent by God to ease Israel’s suffering,
And is quickly added with those bearing the treasure.
He conceals his double-edged sword with a covering
And, pretending to have an errand, asks the King’s pleasure.
Eglon, a king who rules with an iron rod,
Believes Ehud’s pretense of a secret task--
A special message he says is from God—
And sees Ehud in his parlor as he asks.
Eglon the king rises from his lounging,
As Ehud announces what his visit is about.
With sword in hand, Ehud is suddenly bounding
And stabbing the king until his entrails fall out.
Ehud dashes out on the porch, locking doors in back.
He dashes by idols and monuments of stone and iron,
And flees toward Mount Ephraim, following the track,
Where timely he lifts and blows the trumpet of Zion.
A classic metal made of vibranium steel alloy,
An offensive and defensive weapon that could decoy;
Though an illusory creation of comical books,
Had become part of culture with pretty attention-hooks...!
A concave disc; thick in diameter; weighing twelve pound;
Designed and cast by Myron MacLain with caution profound;
Captain America enjoyed its glamour in his acts;
And showcased through it exceptional emblematic facts...!
Embodied with strength that could alter the physical laws,
Bouncy in nature; quite conforming to the user's cause;
Power-equipped to face even dynamic storm-troopers,
Hulk's fists or Thor's hammer couldn't harm it; or hard coopers...!
In using the captain's shield Sam Wilson could not succeed,
It boomeranged; came back to captain; curb did not exceed;
Almost forty four miles per hour speed captain could throw it,
No one could comprehend its curve or shift or harming grit...!
Confrontations mounted; war-like situations arose;
Fight with Thanos did the damage; captain couldn't oppose;
Thanos' power with his sharp double-edged sword broke the shield;
Like Samson's fall after shave, captain had to leave the field...!
Yet, did captain give up his fights ever in whole of life?
His shield had brought him fame; did he ever leave his life-strife?
He traveled towards his greatest goal of eternity,
For a shield that couldn't be found midst taciturnity...!
06 July 2022
Captain America's Shield Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
26 June 08 8:15 am
Here I sit with my heart all broken,
too many words I’ve left unspoken.
Selfish pride and hurt unhealed
from wounds that were made from double edged steel.
Had I had a heart of forgivness and an open mind
I would not be sitting here writing this rhyme.
Time dose not heal all wounds you see,
it is true forgiveness and a love that’s free.
So write these words within your heart
“I love you, I forgive you, and I’m sorry “
And when you are hurt let them flow like a rushing river,
it will cleanse your soul and your heart will be delivered.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Form:
Cunning ways brief peace in disguise
Won't ride on rollercoaster for long
Either up or down, you get your ease
But unreliable are their saints' tongue
Africa, when will this be wise in God's fear?
Why will this fear bring rest to all?
How will the sky pretends to be the premier
Of course, above many are bodies that dwell
Can't figure out the demons all view against amanuensis' calamities
Societies are long gone to be a Savage peace for blood brothers
Days we blessed are now memorable with wish to tour
The momentum of war when at stake goes for triumph acting pure
We can't let go of all the mask known undivulged
We are not barbarians to our fathers land
Thy conscience get lost on fake pledge
For how long will you converge to search your courage inward
We are all to one of all in drain
Let the system make a fault to Civic in plain
All the baraza, immunity shouldn't be irremovable
If found guilty, let all under law be punishable
Love will return by war
If peace is to be cherished
Cum tie of blood with double-edged sword
Nothing goes for nothing to be major
Majority are the one to consider
In governance that will be of matter
Majority turns trivial citizens vulgarize
Minority enjoy the plight to gybe us being on unimportant matters lousy
They are our teachers in these contest
Can we severely reprimand their lust cum repro?
No student is knowledgeable than their teacher's retro
Outstanding ones can equal the teacher in a round bracket