Long Gospels Poems
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Twelve is the number of months we journey through;
time sprints by, it's true
Eleven sounds for the first line - I reckoned
five for the second
Ten is the count of either fingers or toes;
do cool things with those
Nine Greek muses sometimes seize my pen's control,
whisper to my soul
Twelve is the number of months we journey through;
twelve full moons to view
hundreds of poems, too
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Eight is the count of legs on spooky spiders;
creepy web striders
Seven - lucky number represents perfect;
complete, no defect
Six sides on every cell in the honeycomb;
queen bee's drippy home
Five point emblems on my country's cloth symbol;
there's fifty - nimble!
Eight is the count of legs on creepy spiders;
or four Foo Fighters
sipping rum ciders
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Four Gospels depicting Jesus Christ, the Son;
God's beloved One
Three in One: the focus of church history;
holy mystery
Two is the number which is highly thought of
by couples in love
One is the top spot trophy seekers pursue,
not content with two
Four Gospels depicting Jesus Christ the Son
the conflict he won
risen like the sun
Lipogram
A lipogram is a composition from which the writer systematically omits
a certain letter or letters of the alphabet (in this case, the letter 'a').
Half-Eleven
Shout out to Soup's own Nina Parmenter, creator of the Half-Eleven: An eleven-line poem consisting of four rhyming couplets and one final rhyming tercet (three-liner).
Syllable counts and rhyme scheme as follows:
11 (A)
5* (a)
11 (B)
5* (b)
11 (C)
5* (c)
11 (D)
5* (d)
Then a closing tercet of EITHER:
11 (A) (Exact repeat of line 1) 5* (a)
5* (a) ~ OR ~ 5* (a)
5* (a) 11 (A) (Exact repeat of line 1)
[*5 syllables is best, but the odd sixth syllable is allowed in these shorter lines if you deem it absolutely Poetically Necessary!]
With sincere thanks to Nina!
written 3 Sep 2020
Sat alone and stark on a brown chair,
Not even knowing what to do with,
Simon and Garfunkel’s I Am A Rock,
Just an isolated island heavy as death.
I didn’t even want to be there cheering,
Adding to the multitude of the church,
But taught that our family had its own,
Morality, polity and principles, I sank.
Not my fault if I have read the Bible,
That literary glory sprawled in canopy;
Ignore me if I understand the gospels,
In a way that’s not at all evangelical.
Less of your begging oh Christian,
Chat about universities for a time;
The ice-age has been, rivers remain,
Shunning stains the life of the free.
Quietly, I feel they used my disability,
Discriminating since I could not walk,
Mingle at the end of the service politely,
Relinquishing my caring spirit known.
I needed met, befriended by someone,
Who’d actively remove or assimilate me,
With a carer from the state or school,
To prevent me from a mental illness.
Just sat by yourself, just as a sore thumb,
Tested afterwards to assert you’d coped,
Because after all, that would be god’s will,
For your essential child development.
5th November 2015
The pen points down at this point and period
Then it points to the Egyptians
Who used the stars to pinpoint the pyramids
They penned the Book of The Dead in their own language
They did everything backwards because it means the Book of Life in the English translation
They built hospitals for the dead
So we build hospitals for the sick now
The Chinese made paper, this is the tipping point,
Because of them my pen is joined to their hip now
These two twins the parchment and the Prophet
They are the editors of God's Word
Which points the way for the Gospels written by the Apostles
At this point and period the topic points to the highlight
The history of our Country is underlined
The Declaration of Independence on it John Hancock penned the signature of a giant
History has been recorded by pens to point men
But history repeats itself and now its all pointless
And at this point depending on which way North is pointed
The polls shifted, now water runs uphill
A stroke of good fortune, I've come to the point of poets
They ink the finger of God
And by God's finger we have the Ten Commandments
And the paper the speaker prepares his speech
His pen is the instrument that captivates his audience
The pen breaks
Out shoots the ballpoint
With my mind I have pointed to many points and periods.....
He came from humble folks,
an adoptive father
and a virgin mother;
many didn't believe He was the Christ,
and still the parables, written in the Gospels,
amaze us to this day with their might!
Preaching with a fearless voice,
and speaking to them of hope,
of fraternity and unselfish love...
the prodigal son and the tears
of an indecent woman
are the perfect reminders
how forgiveness can change someone's life;
are we on the same path to destruction,
and do we ever look back:
to reflect and avoid falling into the Devil's trap?
So hated and undesiderable,
in the sinner's thoughts,
is the One who gave up His life,
so that we could enter the forbidden Paradise;
and didn't His blood, spilled on Calvary's cross,
save everyone...living in sin and pride?
Pope Benedict condemns immorality,
and warns those violating celibacy...
while wicked priests molest innocent children;
what will it take to make this an obedient race?
If Jesus returned today, wouldn't he grab the whip
and start lashing them like a whirl-wind,
so that they would be punished for their sin
and their mocking faith?
Religion has a deceptive look,
it changes and adapts itself
to the ideology of modern times...
leading many down a dark road;
its light is a flickering candle:
making true faith so hated and undesiderable!
When The U.S. A. decided to build a highway system extending all the way to California, it was called Route 66. It extended from Chicago, Illinois to Santa Monica, California. Via television in the early 60’s, its fame grew beyond the reality of a long western ride. As a child, like millions of others, I enjoyed watching Todd and Buz zoom across the country in a Chevy Corvette. Today, their journey reminds me of my journey through the Bible.
Often, we do not realize that part of heaven is about the journey. If our beginning were Genesis, and we never experienced joy until we reached Revelation, we would have lost much of heaven when we passed through Judges. If we only set our sights on the destination, we would never experience the beautiful music of David in Samuel or his confessions in the Psalms.
I've learned to enjoy my journey through the Bible in spite of the evil Kings of Israel portrayed in the Book of Kings or the slaughter of newborns by King Herod in the Gospels. I tell you, King Solomon was like so many of us when he speaks of vanities in The Book of Ecclesiastes, and shares the beauty of romance in The Song of Solomon. It was a most breathtaking portrait of the wisdom of God when I turned North toward The Book of Proverbs. I tell you, there is nothing like pausing at a rest stop and drinking the fresh waters from the Book of Ruth.
When I exited the dusty roads I had trodden, Route 66 opened up a whole new world to me. There is so much more I could say, but I would rather invite you to come along with me on Route 66* because there is plenty of room, and there is no end to this grandiose excursion.
There are many more wonderful people, places, and things that I could share with you, but I must not forget to tell you that there was a Very Special Person that I continued to meet throughout all my travels on Route 66. There was a Special Person and a Presence; This person expressed himself in many different forms, but there was little doubt about who he was. I tell you, he was and still is so very personable and the dearest friend to me. He is called and known by many names; some of which are Christ, Jesus, Savior, Master, and Teacher. He’s all those to me, but I also call him Lord; and I met him when I began my journey on Route 66.
cj070615 PS *Bible Route(66 Books)
"Oh Lord hear our prayer. Oh Lord hear our prayer. When we call answer us. Oh Lord hear our prayer. Oh Lord hear our prayer. Come and listen to us." Jesus remember me when you come into your kingdom. Jesus remember me when you come into into your kingdom."
"The joy of the Lord is my strength. The joy of the Lord is my strength. You give me living water so I thirst no more. You give me living water so I thirst no more. The joy of the Lord is my strength."
"If we confess our sins he is faithful and Just to forgive us our sins. Even to them who believe in his name." 1st John 1:9. "For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16
The Lord shall hear our prayers and hearken unto the desperate pleas of his children. In times of sorrow and distress. Those of us who put our faith and trust by dedicating our lives and our gifts. To proclaim the glory, wisdom and might of the Most Holy God who will reign forever and forever more.
"Resist the devil and he shall flee from you." The effectual prayer of either a righteous man or woman really does avails much. Keep balance and faith in your faith, in you thoughts words minds and deeds.
"God will take care of you through every day through every way. God will take care of you. God will take care of you."
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus look full in his wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of his glory and grace."
"Confess our sins and leave them far behind us. Turn far away from them. For the kingdom of God is at hand. Repent, repent and repent for the kingdom of God is at hand." Each in your own words and each in your own way. Ask the Lord to teach you how to pray, the way he taught his disciples. In the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 22-23, 2020
The green buds burst forth on the stem
Open gently breathe, as life returns again
Pressing forth, drinking the new days light
The sun returns from its winter flight
The leaves open and spread their charms
As a lover opens wide her arms
Taking the inquisitive honey bee
To pollinate and set fruit on the tree.
To watch it blossom, bloom and grow
Give thanks to God and let him know
Gratitude for his creation grand
The breath of life, the guiding hand
His words are written a guide to all
Help us live, lift us when we fall
From the start of his creation true
Give thanks to him that’s where it's due.
From Genesis through to Revelation
His scriptures a guide to his creation
The gospels tell of his loving son
Whose gave his life for everyone.
Spring returns to our hemisphere
Let’s give thanks to him that we are here.
As the days lengthen we all say ‘Come on’
Welcome to spring and winter be gone.
© 20/01/2103~GG~
.Contest Entry:
When Joseph awoke
He did as the angel of the Lord had commanded him…
Matthew 1:24
Joseph is a silent hero of the gospels
In Matthew
We had our most extensive encounter with him
Learned that he struggled with the news that his bethroted “was found with child” (verse 18)
How many concerns must have gone through his mind?
Worries about what the community would think?
Perhaps anger?
Certainly confusion
Yet in his dream the truth is revealed to him
He obeyed and “took his wife to his home (verse 24)
This act of obedience suggests a humility in the man that we who are fathers are called to imitate
Like Joseph
We can worry about many things
Like Joseph
We can worry about our fears when things seem out of control
Trust in the Lord
Instead of anger
Respond with love
Instead of name
Respond with mercy
Jesus
Please help all who are fathers respond to their challenges
With the faith
And love of St. Joseph
Greg Erlandson
Turned to Poetry: Jac R. M.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
“How can you smile”, he asked of me,
“When life is so full of misery?
Just what is behind this mystery,
That puts a smile on your face where a frown should be?”
No misery that visits me today
Can break the promise that God has made
If in his glory, I bask each day
No misfortune can take my smile away
“And what makes you think these stories are true?
What has God ever done for me or you?
Our stomachs are still empty when the day is through
The pleasures we’ve known are short and few.”
Because this I know and I know it well
It’s in the stories that the gospels tell
God ensured that evil will always fail
When upon the cross his son was nailed
Gaping open raw war exhales vapors
In the frigid gray stillness excavating
My souls for the unseen harvest
Reflected in the leaves desiccating
Through walls of fogs pale faces stare
And disappear like a random shiver
Like a slick violin string vibrating sad
-ness like a portent of a sickness open
-ing shaking thoughts of unknown frontiers
Full of four-dimensional forests and coasts
Where skeletons recite rhapsodies ravenously
Waving flags of unjust defunct empires wildly
In the encrusted fear demons lend severed gospels
Like laughing children without love keeping records
Of my actions and their forgotten complexions
Waning in the humid cold touch of misgivings
But the voice warbles without ceasing warnings
Releasing doves bleeding as they fall asleep
Descending into a valley where darkness shines
Limbs of unrequited hope desperately lunge
For the throat emanating light salvation
Indiscriminately reaping and sowing dreams
Seeming real as wounds which never heal
As flies hatch treasonous larva in the gash
And a new century is born and scorned
Now and forever have arrived starved
Demanding blood on the altar of profusion
Crying in concrete homes hallowing illusion
Until the last angel breaks illumination...