Long Foretold Poems
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In the secretive Bethlehem, the sacred throng descends,
Heavenly light, on the narrow path of gemstones,
Upon the silvery foam, the gentle angels glide,
Carrying hopes in their hands, onto the land where calmness lies.
Bethlehem arises, bowed by the burden of time,
And Joseph with Mary, humility and prayer on their path,
In the shadow of a withered shelter, breathing anticipation,
In a scene of the holy world, Jesus — the light that comes to bring.
Their path, a divine ribbon, laid out in reverie,
She, the Virgin, frozen in the timeless moment, silent,
In the womb, she conceals the heavenly gift, unparalleled,
Where heaven stretches, angels whisper, the Messiah, laid in the humble manger.
The foretold birth under the serene astral vault,
Arriving at the moment of destiny, in the shelter of straw, he is laid,
The most holy son, the messenger of peace, in the chill of the earth.
He, the news, embraces the human race, with pure affection to save.
Jesus, the great shepherd, in the mystery of the night, he appears,
His flock, the faceless multitude, adorn him in high praise,
We exalt him, we worship, in body and immortal spirit,
For faith unites us, on the path of divine love, unconditionally.
Beautiful Loser
Successful
at failure
Whose wins
are lost
His battles
ridden
And conquests
gone
He tilts at
windmills
Where roads
dead end
All hope
inclement
As tears
— befriend
**
Primal Ordained
Looking
into the eyes
of a wolf
Is like staring
into
your soul
Not human
or animal
but primal ordained
Releasing
your fear
— his kinship foretold
**
The Sawtooths
The Sky
is the frame
that forever defines us
Our peaks
but a silhouette
in the last of its light
Horizon
to horizon
we sit at the center
Our summit’s
in reverence
— to its shining delight
**
At The End
You can’t manage
what can never be measured
Or hold tight
to what can’t be contained
In the beginning
you never win the race
Only at the end
— victory proclaimed
**
CULLODEN FORETOLD
A man he once said ta'e me,
You'll lay on heather, your gut will bleed.
Near Inverness you should na'e be,
Your end is there upon thee.
I paid no heed, jumped to my feet,
Charged through the Highlands, sword in sheath.
Loyalty to the Stuarts was my belief,
and to the end that will be.
The charge has stalled, and is no more.
The Duke has trained his English Score,
to stand and fight, not run as before.
This man who spoke has told me.
On this ground I now will stand,
dirk at side, sword in hand.
Bring on my foe, I now demand,
The day has come, God save me.
The volley came, smoke thick as fog.
We charged into the peat and bog,
They stood as one, and stopped our trod,
and slaughtered all that will be.
And now I lay, my gut has bled.
A man by me, still live, not dead.
A Brit comes near, thrusting as he treads,
kills him and I as foretold to me.
Graham Alexander Devenish
I went back to the farm seeking Maggie, only to find that she had gone.
Searching for shelter from the storm.
Another sad eyed lady, laid low, who foretold of forlorn love,
and removed my crown of thorns.
As the evening grew and light subdued, though not dark yet,
a hard rain began to fall.
A black crow sat on a scarecrow playing his tambourine,
and all the answers went blowing in the wind.
You realized there are no more alibis, you now know the direction home,
though born far too late.
No longer homesick, you finally untangled it, like a rolling stone,
and blamed that simple twist of fate.
Queen Mary, still in curls, and flag unfurled,
will always remain a friend to you.
Your harmonica aches, Just like a woman child breaks,
Reminding they're all over now, those baby blues.
With hands always busy and feet always swift,
You always wished us a joyful heart.
You taught us that in love, just as in life:
Sometimes you are the artist, and sometimes you are the art.
A tribute to Bob Dylan on his birthday the 24th of May.
my mind is consumed by His hands being pierced
How could men hammer nails through those healing hands?
Just days before, the streets filled with his praises.
I'm confused. The mob shouted "crucify him!".
How could men hammer nails through those healing hands?
When He was born, He was foretold to be King
I'm confused. The mob shouted "Crucify him!"
I wonder how His death could be part of God's plan?
When He was born, He was foretold to be King.
My expectation was an earthly kingdom.
I wonder how His death could be part of God's plan?
Still, I have seen the things Jesus has done.
My expectation was an earthly kingdom.
Some say our Messiah has not yet arrived.
Still, I have witnessed the things Jesus has done.
So I have no doubt He is the Son of God.
Some say our Messiah has not yet arrived.
Just days before, the streets filled with His praises!
So I have no doubt He is the Son of God.
My mind is consumed by His hands being pierced!
This eyewitness would have to wait three days for her answer to be revealed.
For Rob Carmack's Pierced Contest.
Through blessed eleven
The chance to have shown
True love now known
Rising we capture
Our life adventure
Going the distance
God angels held persistence
Bravery amongst men
You stood and defend
Purity of key has forgiven
Love was given
Prayers in private
Held by summit
Our passion through heart held us together
We will never be broken by another
You are like a kiss by the moon
Who speaks through the room
May it be written
The Lord Jesus has risen
Loving one another
God success is forever
There to catch thee
Through the faith that kept me
Hearts of gold
Priceless foretold
This treasure we hold
Outside a quaint town in fair Vermont,
by my family’s vacation home,
is a small field with fences and sign,
in the warm month’s it’s a place to go.
They have a flea market on weekends,
rows of tents pitched under mountains green,
for most people it is just old junk,
but it is fascinating to me.
There’s a tent that’s selling goat-milk soap,
I did not know that that was a thing,
the man behind it smells of hippie,
but not too much, since he’s still selling.
Next to him are magazines that
were new back in my grandfather's time,
postcards from before the depression,
so many that it boggles my mind.
Across from that, old iron housewares
from a century that is long past,
rough-hewn evoke memories
of a wholesome time that couldn’t last.
Besides that place, hand-turned wooden bowls,
from a shop the next county over,
their pretty, yes, with natural lines,
but at that price, I will say, “No sir!”
Then there’s the tent with all the old books,
dangerous place for men like myself,
it’s foretold I’ll pick up old novels,
but which ones? I can never foretell.
A guy is selling old comics books,
another is hawking baseball cards,
gaudy women’s clothes are over there,
near cheap tools and pieces of old cars.
There’s the guy with army-navy stuff,
yellowed manuals from World War II,
and more knives than you could ever need,
yet I still walk away with a few.
Of course there is the hot dog vendor,
with cheap prices you don’t find these days,
then a tent with essential oils,
I just roll my eyes and stay away.
Buy cheap bandanas for the nephews,
little guys will think that they’re so neat,
the I meander back to my car,
let the wheels take the stress off my feet.
Christmas Story A to Z
A: Augustus the Roman emperor took a census
B: Bethlehem was where Joseph had to return
C: Clip clop went the hoofs of the donkey he rode
D: Descendant of King David and engaged to pregnant Mary
E: Every star witnessed the birth in the manger
F: From a field nearby were shepherds
G: Guarding their flocks of sheep
H: Heard an angel of the Lord proclaim fear not
I: “I bring you good news, that will bring great
J: “Joy to all people, the Savior has been born in Bethlehem
K: “Know him by the swaddling clothes laying in the manger”
L: Loudest praises from the host of heaven “Glory to God in the highest”
M: Made way the shepherds to Bethlehem to see what they were told
N: Name was given to baby Jesus eight days later
O: On hearing news of this baby King Herod was deeply disturbed
P: Prophets of old foretold the birth in Bethlehem
Q: Quietly Mary and Joseph fled to Egypt
R: Realizing Herod had been outsmarted he wanted all the baby boys in Bethlehem dead
S: Star lead the way for the wise-men to find baby Jesus
T: The story of the first Christmas can be read in Matthew and Luke
U: Unto all the world Jesus is the Savior
V: Victory is given in Jesus
W: We are not specifically told there were only three wise-men
X: X-out of the possibility of being replaced is what Herod wanted
Y: Yahweh The Lord, I AM
Z: Zion! The Lord in Zion reigns now and forever!
248 (eman dine tare bala jay)
On a day like this, perhaps,we may hum along the river Shenandoah , carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!
On a day like this to feel carefree, born to be free , and we say as she will be
A husky voice like this to be a thunderbolt aftermath , an unforeseen divinity
A rainy day like this to feel a rain soaked bird nest weaver mourner serenity
knocked out a wanderer pour, the darkest day light to soar.
None would lend an ear and hence forth uproar
None would be there, undisturbed absorbance , only speechless
Nihilism and kismet , wills met face to face , and the deepest solace
a down pouring rain, an usher from the sky
A lone ranger is she, with none other there to drift along trinity!
Sophist a lowly world here to trick
Tricky a cacophony to lure a meek
A compassionate gaze, a carefree to timely cage a whim, a majestic cry!
concise, specified and bullet point answered whence enchanted eyes
met in the depth, trickling downpour, two by two and more
Heart reached out to heart a beat , only they
And the remnant is in the dark sits there to say nothingness in a may
no loser is the world and she
longs to be there to no scar to any one charming to be
Incessant a down pour
She took a stance in an estranged oddity and for
And we told stories foretold
to impeach none to beseech or to preach
An ayah blew there a deep may to blow a gentle say in plethora delight
and lightning struck to mesmerize a dumb strike to take a heed every now and then
remnant they say, serenity, thou may, italic verse to grow optimistic, and even though
Turner entropy might say today, otherwise after all these are tarnished and although
On a day like this, perhaps, we may hum along the river Shenandoah, carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!
Once upon a time not quite so long ago
in a not so distant land I met a girl I know.
I didn't ride a gallant steed to storm a castle hold.
There was no mystic prophecy where your name was foretold
But time brought us together as our friendship slowly grew
and through distance found us more alike than ever ere we knew
Our life may not seem a fairy tale although, perhaps in fact, it is
Because even with a genie's lamp I could not wish for more than this
The alchemy we discovered may not make gold from lead
But it entwined two unique lives into a single thread.
So often like a storybook, some wait for a day profound
but I think it's in the everyday where love is truly found
In the notice of a secret smile, a gentle, loving touch,
or the linger of a parting kiss to let you know how much
But also in the tougher times in arms of comforting embrace,
words that bring encouragement, or hands to wipe tears from your face.
A half-score of years we've shared, and, though many things have changed,
the feelings that I held have not in the slightest waned.
So for every chapter written and for the pages yet unpenned
Let us make happily ever after ours until it reads ... The End
A half score of years is 10 years