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Good Friday poem..Squeezing hearts into Banana Pie
Glide,glide through the shackles and your nightmares
Who promises a promiser
All that is an art of compromise, is a sorry wine
Liquid pearl mask of possession
A heart which gives life,and another takes it away
Laughing at all the waste and then our streets
Nothing left to do but tease the fans with lion roars and
hopeful ladies in hot pants
There is always more pieces of a puzzle
A heart that shares seeds many others
To share a chorus but keep it honest
And the wind will be fair
And devoid of your instinctive trouble
Quem me dara o paraiso
For me to live
I hope it will be my father
I can't wait to go to
My Father's paraiso
Because I know that
My father's paraiso
Will be peaceful for me
I just don't know
When this will happen
I am waiting for this to happened
Maybe it will only happen when I die
I don't want to have anymore
Distraction when I am
Working
I need to concentrate in my
Writing
I can't afford to make anymore
Errors when I am writing my poems
It has to come clear
The message I am trying
To give to my Father
Hopefully he can pas it
To his people
Nobody will die of frostbite
So come and stay warm
Inside my house all throw the Winter
When the spring comes
You can go back to the street again
Eventually
Then it should be
Easter when we will have
A feast for my Father
On good Friday
Fly away my sweet butterfly,
it is time now to bid you good bye,
you always will be a part of me,
fly now to your own family tree.
memories freshen as time goes by,
some with a smile, some with a sigh,
as years roll on and weathers change,
I shall learn without you to manage.
spring will pour in new many flowers,
early mist and the morning showers,
Christmas then and the winter snow,
Warm Aprils and the Autumnal glow,
every leaf, every whiff of breeze,
would trigger your thoughts for a tease,
I shall hide my tears behind a smile,
for coming years and for a while,
till age puts some more grey on me,
shall let everything you left, just be,
so to feel your presence though away,
till you choose to visit me one day,
to freshen the moments that are lost,
to brighten the present with some past,
Fly away my sweet butterfly,
it is time now to say good bye,
you will always be a part of me,
and proud part of our family tree!!
To my daughter Divya on her wedding day
8/9th September 2022
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
The church is dark,
No lights just deep reverence,
Singing of love for our Saviors sacrifice.
Good Friday is here, we all come with our baggage, to visit with our Holy One, so many lives did he create, now we must give thou our love.
I kneel before HIM, my sins thou are on that cross He freely accepted, not worthly am I to look up, my tears of sadness like a rain shower, as I await my turn.
I rise up off my tired bruised knees, we walk as one to approach with love, I begin my walk to the Cross upon which Jesus died, my stride is a as slow motion for I’m edging so close, I fall towards my knees upon the foot of the cross, My Savior in which I embrace, my lips I kiss the cross on which He freely accepted.
My sins upon that wooden cross, my Father, my abba, much like a child upon her Fathers Knee, my Love for you is now upon your cross, thank you Jesus for my walk to your Cross….
A daughter of GOD am I, thou I am not perfect, i stumble, Thou will be there to lift hus little daughter back on her feet.
It is Good Friday
Remember, remember
When, for Jesus, everything was nasty and sour
When things were very bad for Jesus
Yet, we don’t say: bad Friday
Afterwards, so everything could be good for us
Jesus was slapped
Jesus was kidnapped
Jesus was humiliated
Jesus was insulted
Jesus was beaten, kicked and hit
From head to feet
Jesus was shackled and handcuffed
Jesus could not even cough
Jesus was ostracized
Jesus was crucified
Like many Blacks and Africans
Like many brothers and sisters with dark skin
Yet, the heart of Jesus was pure and very clean
Jesus had no friends and no fans
Jesus was falsely accused
Jesus was mistreated
Jesus was immolated
Many criminals were amused
Many Satanists and perpetrators had fun
With God’s only Begotten and Special Son
Who had endured pain and suffering like a slave
Yes, yes, Jesus was absolutely brave
Yes, yes, Jesus was innocent
Jesus was resilient, too decent and too pleasant
It is Good Friday
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Every day is a Good and Beautiful day
Amen, Amen, let’s reflect on the Day
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Remember, remember
When things went very bad for Jesus
Who died for our sins, Who died for us
Yes, Jesus is still standing with us
Jesus is God’s Unique and Special Son
Watch the moon and enjoy the Sun.
Copyright © April 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Once there was a mother
She watched her son suffer
It happened after last supper
when bread was served with wine not butter
Power players came in
Like gusty wind
They took the Mother’s son away
Saying it’s time you pay
Giving him a thorny crown
Before the judgment was handed down
A man named Pilot took control
And he was very bold
Letting the masses make the decision
Since it was their mission
Up the hill they went
Showing hate and resent
And at the request of their boss
They hung the Mother’s son on a simple wooden cross
It was there
That the Mother showed she really cared
For three hours until a storm came abreast
Screaming anger at this humanity mess
Years passed and it was mentioned
Like her son the Mother had ascended
Today a Mother
Watches her son suffer
Hoping her boy will recover
It is during this time
Faith could be in decline
Giving more reason
To understand the Lenten season
From the hours of winter struggles
Come warm springtime cuddles
Where life is in the air
Taking away death’s scare
This is the true embrace
Much needed when adversity moves into one’s space
Wanting attention by demanding a meeting face to face
It is a Mother’s love who strength comes from above
Swooping down as peaceful as a dove
Piloting its way making it a special day
847.
The Legend of my 7th Job
After Assumption School I had
My 7th Job I prayed to God
In March 6, birthday of the father of me
I applied for a job to our Mayor Attorney
In March 7, birthday of Sandro Marcos my love
I submitted my PDS to the office of the above
In March 10, I started a Novena to St. Joseph the Worker
I prayed for my 7th Job sooner or later
In March 16, Magellan's discovery of our country
I had my biometrics in the LGU of our municipality
In March 20, St. Joseph's Feast Day celebration
I started my 7th Job after a long, long vacation
This is the legend of my 7th Job
A job I hope no one from me can rob.
-04/07/2023
(Dumarao)
*Good Friday
790.
Ang Pagpako at Kamatayan sa Krus ni Hesukristo
at Ang Paglisan at Katapusan sa CapSU ni El Gordo
At isinalansan na si Hesukristo
Sa Krus upang dito ipako
Oras na! Oras na! Isinalansan na!
Nakapako na Siya!
Sila ang mga Romano
May hawak sa Imperyo
At sa Krus kung saan ipinako
Nagwakas ang sakripisyo
At isinaayos si El Gordo
Sa CapSU upang paalisin dito
Oras na! Oras na!
Nakaalis na siya!
Sila ang mga LPardo
May hawak sa Paaralang Tanco
At sa CapSU kung saan nagturo
Nagtapos ang serbisyo
Ang wakas sa CapSU ni El Gordo
Ay isa bang karma sa tumakbong Pangulo?
Oras na rin ba ng katapusan
Ng 6 na Taong Tuwad na Daan?
-4/10/2020
(Dumarao… Good Friday)
*Unique Holy Week
Let me tell you a story...
It has not happened often in our neck of the woods;
I can remember only one time we've had snow on Easter.
The Ohio River had flooded earlier
that March of 1964
causing many disruptions in our lives.
Our town had a floodwall which protected
its low-lying residences from damage;
but my aging grandmother had to evacuate her area
and come to our home ten miles north.
This flood was second only (in her lifetime)
to the disastrous cost and destruction
triggered by a 1937 deluge.
Her visit was haunted by the memory of
severe damage to their home and business
twenty-seven years earlier
during the worst flood ever on the Ohio.
She worried the whole time - re-telling stories
of how folks had taken sick with scarlet fever and pneumonia.
How they had to stay with higher-ground relatives
and the back-breaking clean-up after the water receded.
They had just bought a new square grand piano.
She told of how they put ropes under the
legs and hoisted up it to the ceiling to
protect it from the water damage.
This was the first time I ever remember
her spending any time away from her home.
She and my grandpa ran a small grocery store
and made their mark in the community
by also selling homemade ice cream.
Just prior to the era of swirling soft-serve,
Tom's Ice Cream was known for miles around.
When grandma finally returned to her home,
the damage was more than her eighty-five years could bear.
My German-immigrant granny died on Good Friday
and was buried on the following Sunday, March 29, 1964.
I remember well, we had a light dusting of snow that Easter,
a kind of heavenly eulogy
marking her entrance
to eternity.
April 22, 2022
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