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Premium Member Easter 2018

My childhood memory of Easter confronts me with three very pleasant reflections. Perhaps my first experience with the idea of Easter came with the way our parents would sacrifice so much for us to look pretty and handsome at the church on Easter Sunday. We never felt more special nor looked better than that at any time for any reason.                                       

Coming in second as I look back over several decades ago is the delightful Easter egg hunt. As a child, that was one of the most fun experiences of the year.  The hunt was always on Easter Sunday after returning home from church services.  There was the added bonus of the hunt within the hunt.  That is to say that there was always 'A Golden Egg' that included something extra special that always lit up our happy stary eyes and hearts.                                                        

But the third item was the most mysterious of the three even though it always appeared first chronologically. In fact, there was Holy Week that always seemed to flow with a sense of awe.  There were movies depicting the 'day Christ died' and the Sunday that he rose.  Nevertheless, the Friday before Easter known as Good Friday was a problem for me because I did not understand how a day could be good when such an evil act happened to Jesus.  I do not remember when, but heaven surely shined its light on me and explained the goodness of Good Friday.  I tell you, that light was so bright that it lit up my entire life and the light of Christ's Goodness and what he did for me and you have served me for a  lifetime and will continue to do so throughout eternity.

Certain traditions and celebrations over time often fall by the wayside, and family values and habits change.  Life takes on different priorities.  Notwithstanding, we must remember that we enter this world with a family standing by our sides, and when we leave this world, families will be there as we exit.  Oh, I know that the boiled and painted eggs no longer grace our lawn, and our kids and grandkids may not be as well and formally dressed as we were in yesteryears.  That's okay, as long as we never forget as our families gather for dinner this Easter that Easter must always be about THE CHRIST and The Family.
03292018 FB PS Contest, Easter 2018, Hopkins-Drewer
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Golgatha's End

From Gabbatha, before the judgment seat,
a winding, tortured road: Golgatha's end.
His flesh in shreds, he staggers on His feet,
rough timbers grate excoriated skin.

The lines from Jesse's root are drawn by thorns,
the precious blood, in rivulets, runs dark.
To slaughter sent, the lamb of seven horns,
unblemished ere disfigured by their marks.

Exchanging doubt for will on Olivet,
and then to be betrayed by Judas' kiss;
just thirty pieces bought that blood and sweat. 
Sweet Jesus, has it truly come to this?

'Fore Pontius Pilate, seat of Roman power,
civility, barbaric and uncouth,
the lord of a dominion cruel and dour
is juxtaposed 'gainst witness to the Truth.

The keepers of the Torah did not know,
or knowing, chose to look the other way.
Prophetic much disrupts the status quo;
Messiah sacrificed so they might stay.

A carpenter, he learned to dress the wood,
a trade ’twas handed down with father's love.
Ironic then to fashion heaven's door,
with arms outstretched, give access to above.

The lots and insults cast further disgraced
this giver of new wine and broken bread;
above his crown of thorns, a sign was placed
with words that bore the truth of what he said.

The first line read, "Jesus of Nazareth."
The second signified Judean king,
a title earning chief of priest's rebuff.
His own received him not, "He's no such thing."

And so on center stage, the bitter cup,
with cohorts stealing parts to left and right.
The serpent bronze is high and lifted up,
and ushers in humanity's dark night.

Amidst it all, a faith ’twas Roman-cast;
observing, the centurion was awed
in witnessing how Christ gave up his last,
"This Jesus truly was the Son of God!"

The earth was rent, the inner veil was torn
as though creation's pain sought some relief.
The crowd, returning home, beat breasts and mourned;
the women, at a distance, watched in grief.

An upright man who did not give consent,
a certain Joseph took his body down,
wrapped Him in strips before the day was spent,
and thus was Jesus buried in the ground.

(from the passion narratives of the gospels)


Fifth Place Winner
for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written 04/11/2022
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Z2a In A2z Order

# 89	
...And now a poem by Red:
...And we all say "forget it"
...I just want your kiss
Agent Arkansas 90766 BETA 
Alone and Love	
An encyclopedia of Lore history	
Apples and the worm	
Black Angel
Broken day	
C-o-l-o-r...course our life off road	
Can you find me now?	
Confused by Confusion	
Crack (the story of Donald)	
Dawn
Destroyed	
Did somebody call a Doc?	
E-M-E-R-A-L-D	
Emerald Lives Forever	
Energy	
Everybody's hurt	
Finally A Song About The Things No One Seems To Care About	
Forging George
Frozen Poems
Glass (story of Bonnie)
Good Friday
Goodbye you
He's in a rush
Heightened
Hello?
Hope "Sweetheart's" wedding doesn't suck	
I can't title perfection- Title: Unnotified
I Hate This Part (idk)
I may be no Rambling Poet ((Tar form))
I'm a rheonotic	
I'm leaving -I'm gone
I'm not done yet, Doc
Intro - The 'Real' Sonnet
It just so happens to be
Jared Pickett
Just kidding
Kar-ma
Kilometer
Kiss
Laugh with me
Laying low	
Lost all sanity
Lost it all
Lost me key
Lost myself in Mexico	
Love the rules	
My confession
My frozen fountain of youth	
My last poem
My Swoon	
My victoria
Never...O.k. maybe one more time...and then never
New World of Old News
Nightheart's begining	
Not your daddy's roses are red
Oh, here we go again, Doc	
On Wednesday ((Tar Form))
Over and Over again
PDA: the next slam
Poems on Fire
Poetic?
R-4-E-7-D-0
Re-Confession
Remember this	
Rheonotic	
Rusty
Shhhhhh
Simle tune
So?
Solitary
Stop the violence!- and let me join in	
Supernova	
T-R-Y-I-N-G	
Take down #0459587	
That gut feeling that makes you laugh
The Beginning of Breaking down
The Great Sun God	
The Night's Heart	
The smartest thing I've ever done	
The way I want to feel
The wise old man
This is how I feel (You and I/The damned and dead/Hell wants you too/hours and hours)	
This one's for real
This way out
To bad.
Today is my day
Traffic (the story of Johnny)
Underneath the Upside-down
Unicorns are not made of corn
Unintended
Vampire fun facts
Verbal Altercation
Waiting?
War and Feast	
War-Locked with a Poet Destory	
Welcome to the throne room (Doc, it's not a slam)
Welcome to...
What we've come to	
Why do we cry?	
Why the world left me
Willing attack (What's left)	
Wonder
Writers block (the story of Ronald)
Z2A in A2Z Order
Form: ABC

Premium Member Good Friday

In the garden, The Christ did pray
For strength ardent to bear pain's stay.

Gethsemane, the Master kneels
To ask to be with fond appeal.

His close aides lie in heavy sleep;
The Christ now cries in pain so deep.

The soldiers come to seize the king;
Judas now sums betrayal fling.

A kiss laid sound to tell on him;
Jesus is bound with scornful whim.

Then off they go to a mock trial;
Conspire to show with sure denial.

From high priest to Pontius Pilate;
An impromptu in vile charade.

Death sentence flawed in power play
As Roman law primes unjust stay.

Scourged to appease the crowd's frenzy;
The Christ was seized with mad cruelty.

Thirty lashes upon the flesh;
A mocking clash of bloodied mesh.

Crowned with thorns plucked from marine haunts;
Pierced mortal tucked with painful taunts.

Then the mocked king is forced to walk;
Heavy cross stings the burdened stalk.

The route is long with steps uphill;
The Christ bears strong with humble will.

Three times He falls, and feels the whip;
Cruel soldiers all who torments heap.

On and on He bears the wood cross
To death's alley, to sure recourse.

Along the way, The Christ meets those
Who did display the pains and ghost.

Golgotha's space, nails are driven,
The cross is raised in cruel action.

The Son of Man prays for mankind,
To save the damned that evil signs.

Two thousand years have come and gone;
The Christ did peer to times forgone.

Good Friday psalm to each and all,
We must not harm but heed love's call.

Love frames a law: "Who harms, must heal." --
Law without flaw, it's heaven's will.

The way ahead is beyond hate;
Let love break bread as grace now plates.

The Living Christ offers to each
Love's fine reprise: Love each to each.

The message comes to one and all;
Love is the sum of love that calls.

Go deeper still to know and see:
The Christ that wills love and beauty.

Grace sets you free to know your place,
To simply be love's happy face.

Heed this story just to be clear;
Join the lovely way to love's cheer.

Follow your heart and it will show
The steady art that true love knows!

Let love bring light to live and learn;
Let peace bring sight for grace soothes yearn.


Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014, (on Good Friday)
Singapore
Form: Couplet

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas 
my love
It’s another day we sing God’s blessings 
Distance may separate us but 
God’s love is the same everyday
Distance memories occupy my mind
Distance thoughts of our first good Friday walk
Our first kiss on that lovely Sunday
All ringers in my mind as I write this
Naive you were if not drunk with love
Foolish I was if not a fool I was
To think I could win a woman like you
First without a job
Second without money 
Third without an overflowing wallet
But God made His way felt in us
Not money nor my account won your heart
For despite my failures;
God won me your heart
Yes without a single shilling 
Yes without any candle lite dinner
Yes without even a single date 
God did the impossible for me possible 
You left your rich boyfriends for me
You forgot about class and started low in the society 
But slowly pride grew
You forgot where God took us from
Without applying for a job I got one
Without even any experience 
You witnessed God raise me up the success ladder
But you became cold and started been distracted 
Because you started believing am sleeping around
I didn’t need to for God watched over me
I didn’t have to for you were enough for me
But pride later on destroyed us both
Today am not single because you only cheated 
And you defiled our bed
No;am serving for my sins that I committed while you were my wife
Sins i could easily avoid but I didn’t 
Regretfully I have suffered family rejection 
Regretfully I pity the life our son is living 
Regretfully I fear that Christmas at your home
Is just a day of wishful thinking because 
You are always scolded for making me your decision 
One day God willing you and I shall be called to testify
What sin or error did we do that is not forgivable 
What sin did our son commit to know rejection and depression 
What error is this that you can’t ask for pardon 
What Christians are we that we substitute even what can’t be changed
Divorce or separation of couples is a no go zone
This is just a pile of wishful thinking 
But reality is in your heart and mine...
God protect you always 

Chuimunga the poet
26th/12/2021
© Chui Munga  Create an image from this poem.


Death of An American Salesman

On a Good Friday at 3PM
He was called into the office by
Pontius Pilate and told that he would be put to death.

He had waited for the execution and worked the full week after being
warned that he would be fired if his production and sales were not
up to snuff.

He was hired with four other wise men and women to
turn an upstart company around and save it from the greedy bankers.
He had hope in his heart because he left employment with another and thought it  
would be fruitful on the other side. 

Pontius Pilate had wooed him with big money and promised him the stars.
Just about everyone loved their products and it would be an easy sale like 
children pitching low-hanging fruit from a tree. 


But after one month Pontius Pilate changed her course and said that the 
Honeymoon was over. One among their ranks had told him that he was their hero 
and would emulate him and dress like him. But he knew that this female Judas 
would betray him when he dreamed that she would fall from his favor.

Judas was from the professional teaching world and she said that she was in adequate working in sales. She would call sales meeting to learn their motives and work late and holidays in the office while bending the ear of Pontius Pilate.

Pontius Pilate believed everything said to her because Judas was producing sales 
but stealing fruit from the others.  This did not matter to Pontius Pilate as her 
golden calf and state of affairs was being threatened by the Jesus lovers.

On the advice of Judas- Pontius Pilate set her plans into motion and publicly 
falsely accused the three wise men 
of being bad sales people and spoke of 
their elimination. They were accused three times on three separate days before
 3 PM. 

Like strange fruit he was called into the office by Pontius Pilate and her political 
advisor Menenius and duly told that this is not personal but he must die. The one
sacrificed did not have much to say but thanked them for the opportunity and 
that he will rise up in three days.


"I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.
© Mel Brake  Create an image from this poem.

If You'Re a Witness Shout Out

Give God all the credit and all of the praise
For all that He's done for you during your hectic days
And if you're a witness to His miraculous deeds you need to shout out
So that your praise and worship of Him is never in doubt
No matter your situation or what you're facing in life
Don't get stuck on personal pain turn it over to Christ

When Jesus rode into the city on Palm Sunday
It was a triumphant, jubilant and very loud display
In attendance were those who believed, those who witnessed
and those who received His wonderful works
As well as the Pharisees, the haters, the hanger-oners and a few jerks
Yet Jesus rode on moving towards His destiny
He did not get stuck on His personal tragedy

We need to be like Jesus moving towards our fate
We need to be like Jesus and not hesitate
But let's not get it twisted we need to understand 
That Jesus suffered most every bad thing that could happen to man
Betrayed,denied, condemned and criticized
Arrested, beaten, tortured and then crucified
But if you're a witness to the miracles that God has done
You need to give a shout out to Jesus the Christ His Son

Now Judas the Disciple had a weakness and love for coin
And the Devil used this against him to have it going on
Plotting and persuing his weakness to the extreme
Turning it into wickedness and underhanded schemes
But God had a predestined plan
He sent Mary Magdalene
Who anointed Jesus with precious perfume
In preparation for His body being entombed

On Palm Sunday on that donkey Jesus did ride
On Monday and Tuesday at the temple He sermonized
On Spy Wednesday a deadly and underhanded deal was put into place
On Maunday Thursday at the Last Supper they broke bread after saying grace
And on Good Friday from Sun up to sundown He was demoralized
And beaten the entire time until He was crucified

But that is not how the week came to end
On Easter Sunday Jesus arose to be the salvation for all men
So if you're a witness to the goodness and the sacrificing love of Jesus the Christ
Give Him a shout out for being the head of your life

This Is the True Story of Six Sisters Part 3 the Guestbook

The Guestbook
I signed the guestbook, hoping that _____, Jenny’s mom would get my message and get in 
contact with me. In the mean time, every person who signed it, I got updates about.
Then, one Saturday, I got this e-mail saying someone had signed the guest book, so right 
away, I read it. It was someone named ________, from Ohio…and that she was Jenny’s 
biological sister, and she left a phone number. Now…I know this name…because my birth 
father’s mother had told me that name when I met her in January. So, I nervously picked up 
the telephone and dialed the number. Thank goodness the machine picked up, LOL…I said 
hello, my name is Melissa Powell, I am in Indiana. Jenny was my biological sister, by the 
same birth father, and I think that you and I may be sisters too. Give me a call when you 
can. Two hours later…the phone rang…it was ______…confirming we were indeed sisters! 
Then she dropped a bomb on me…I had another sister _____! Wow…I lost one sister 2 
weeks ago…and today, I find out I have two more sisters! What a blessing! So in the mean 
time, ____, _____ and I are getting to know each other, and our families. So we get to 
talking about possibly looking for other siblings because out birth grandmother has told us 
there are indeed more of us out there. So we look on Facebook with the names. ________ I 
wrote to about 20 _______ Even though when I saw her picture when I wrote her…I knew 
she was my sister…we could be identical twins! So a few weeks go by…then on April 3, I get 
home from Good Friday Church services and there is a e-mail from ______…Call me, I found 
_______… Not only did we find _______…we found _____!

So with the tragic death of our beautiful sister Jenny…it brought all of all us together!
Now we have the rest of our lives to be sisters and get to know one another. God works in 
mysterious ways, and we all believe that he brought us together using Jenny as our northern 
star. And there are even more of us out there! Current count…Six girls and we are told we 
may even have some brothers somewhere!
Form:

Premium Member Rebirth and New Life

  
" ... I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes 
in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by 
believing in me will never die."          John 11:25-26 The Bible
_________________________  

Easter is a joyful celebration ...
    of the resurrection of Jesus ... on the third day
      after his death from his burial tomb
        following his brutal crucifixtion
   by the Romans
was the climax of a remarkable life on earth

      ~  because Jesus claimed to be the son of God
he was sentenced to die by crucifixtion 
      to cheers by the crowd gathered  ~ 

             Easter is celebrated on Sunday April 17
     ... following Good Friday
the day Jesus died on the cross
God raised Jesus glorious and immortal
                and it is fitting that it happens
in Springtime a season of new life and rebirth

~  after his death his body was taken down from
          the cross and placed in a tomb cave and 
at the entrance an enormous stone was placed
              guarded by Roman soldiers ~

I was brought up Roman Catholic
       and Good Friday was always a day of mourning
           for Jesus, his suffering and death
      but Easter Sunday was a celebration of his 
        resurrection and his rising to Heaven
      it is a celebration of hope  ...  and salvation
the defeat of "death" ...  our home was full of lilies
            (and I always got a new Spring dress )

          ~  the stone had been moved and the cave empty
but Jesus was seen  ... for 40 days he stayed on earth
        then he ascended up above the clouds
... to Heaven .. but he is always with us
               just reach out in prayer  ~ 
 
_______________________
March 25, 2022


Poetry/Free Verse/rebirth and new life
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1442-349-25
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France


Written for Premier the contest, Easter
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 04/11/2022

Sixth Place

Premium Member Good Friday - 2


Beaten beyond recognition
Tortured in ways we’d like to ignore
Because our hearts are disturbed
By the darkness that fell across our world
When Jesus was dying on a cross,
Crucified for the sins that were ours
But were also sins we’d never pay for
Because He gave up His life at Calvary
Where we could visit and find redemption
Forgiveness for those sins we committed
Pardon for the crimes of our spirits

Barely breathing, He spoke the words…
“It is finished” before leaving this world
For the hereafter, where we were so sure
We’d never be able to talk with Him again
Or feel the wonder of His kindness, 
His gentleness or sensitivity, His wisdom
Or His grace and penetrating compassion

Someone offered Him their tomb
A rich man, who believed in His love
Others were willing to clean Him up
Placing His body where no one could harm
The One who was loved beyond words
The One who was at the heart of hope
The One who made us feel so sure
God would have His way – His day
Filling lives with assurance of His grace

He left this world and went to the tomb
Wrapped in grave clothes and spices
Placed in the heart of the earth
Where we were sure His body would be
Secure until we could sleep in peace
Sleep away the grief that was ours, complete
In a way that only reminded the heart
Of His death, His departing from the lives
Who loved Him more than anything else

As His lifeless body lay in that tomb
Hearts grieved for the One who had come
To bring love to the dark and lonely world
To shine a light into the lives who knew
Only the dimness of despair and depression

With Him, life had finally been better
Now, with Him gone, hearts were mourning
With a solemnity that was so very painful

That was the day that they lay God to rest
That was the day that love was placed to the test
That was the day that our lives were blessed!





When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, "I love you." - Billy Graham

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