Long Hedge Poems
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Author Dana Redricks
May 29, 2022
Dear Lord Yeshua, please give me strength for today. Put Your hedge of protection around me so no harm may come my way. Protect me from my enemies wherever they may be. Give me clarity so I may see. When fear comes knocking please open the door so it can see You there and have no choice, but to flee. Give me the courage I need to face each challenge, and stand boldly to proclaim Your Holy name. Oh, Lord cleanse me, and make me new, I want to be more like You. Give me the strength I need for today so I can do what I have to do for You. Help me carry this burden I bare. It is only through Your release I can be free of this grief I share. Please do not delay Lord Yeshua, I need You right away.
Local Knowledge,
Will always give you the edge,
On what bets to hedge,
Where best to plant a hedge,
Where not to dredge.
Ask a local and pay no fee,
Get the best info for free,
Even comes with a cup of tea,
And a garden in full bloom to see.
With local input,
You can increase your output,
With no no time out,
To hear the locals shout,
why were we not told about.
If you want long term profit,
Local knowledge will always be a better fit,
And save the need for a costly refit.
Best of all time for more golf will be a given,
So, why not give in,
Meet with the locals at their local Inn,
Put your original plan in the bin,
Giving logic time to settle in.
,
Saint of Lust
Release these chains of tortured deeds
Along a sculpted veering hedge
Upon this path where darkness feeds
Of jagged cliff so near the edge
For one false move, beware ahead
Beneath the agony now shown
Within these eyes and lips of red
Sit heartless wishes winged and thrown
So find from me a hand so born
You maiden fair this summered breeze
To greet thy heart within this storm
Unshackle those in motioned ease
To lie with me of feathered dreams
And take of this, my soul can bare
Your beauty comes of all it seems
In flesh that I do long to share
For of thy skin my mouth does long
Aroused in pleasured flitting feast
Rose petal soft, magnolia strong
To sooth the yearnings of this beast
O’er endless days to hold you near
Pure love doth conquer moistened loins
Melodic whispers call thy ear
Eternally we shall be joined
For I am called the Saint of Lust
Come taste the flavor’s scented mist
Young soul now lost, misguided trust
As I partake your orphaned kiss
As evening whets this appetite
And shadows stand beyond the crest
My kingdom beckons of thy sight
O’ crowning jewel to quell my quest
August 10 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 59-63
Key Verse – Isaiah 59:1 Behold, the LORD's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.
HEART THAT DEPENDS ON THE LORD AND HIS HAND
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His authoritative declarations
Since He shows us His instructions
Upon His righteous directions
For the strengthening of our Scriptural convictions.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His heavenly wisdom
Since He ushers us to His kingdom
Upon His sovereign Bible-braced Christendom
For the effectiveness of our spiritual freedom.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His divine guidance
Since He leads us by His assurance
Upon His constant attendance
For the fruitfulness of our genuine ministry-performance .
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His truthfulness
To hedge us around His graciousness
Upon His sanctifying holiness
For the steadfastness of our blest faithfulness.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His eternal agreement
To train us according to His achievement
Upon His consistent accompaniment
For the beauty of our sacrificial attainment.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His continuous blessings
To lead us through His enhancings
Upon His loving pressings
For the enthusiasm of our worshipful praisings.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His triumphant bliss
To make us rejoice by His goodness with Brod and Sis
Upon His sweet fellowship despite worldliness’ hiss
For the vibrancy of our relationship with Him we cannot miss.
August 10, 2026
Being Veggie
Here I am.
From top to toe
A meat-free human
Don't ya know
People asked me
Why the shoes?
I do not eat them.
I'd often muse..
But now I'm older
And life's moved on
With larger issues
To dwell upon
I'll soon be forty
Years a veg.
No highland castle
Or trust fund hedge
My account is clear.
My conscience too
But still with plenty
More to do
It thrills my soul
The human-race
Denies nutrition
With a face
A greater cause
Now lies before
The victims no longer
Just legs of four
The truth is out.
Our selfish ways
May just have numbered
All our days..
And who'd have thought
To cure our blindness
We must return
To love and kindness.
Jinjagoliath
23rd September 2021
Staring ahead at the breeze rippled water
His gaze didn’t wander at all
He failed to acknowledge my footsteps approaching
Just gazed at that ebony pool
I had to enquire about his well-being
And was he in need of a hand
He muttered that he was about to go in
For now though he’d stay on dry land
I’d like to help, I said, please tell me how
I can get you away from the edge
Just leave me alone, I’m perfectly fine
He told me, ‘She’s just by that hedge’
I followed his gaze and I was amazed
I suddenly shared the man’s wish
He leapt in the water and swam really quick
To grab his rod back from the fish
The rod bent right over, the fish tried to dive
That huge fish I’ll never forget
The man shouted don’t you dare leave me alone
Just Wade out and bring me that net
12 November 2021
Contest: Leave Me Alone
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Struggling to get out of bed.
The mind racing in and out of thoughts of what needs to be looked after,
Animals feeding,
Dogs walking,
Garden pruning,
Pond cleaning,
Hedge cutting,
Wood sawing,
The list goes on…
But my heart feels held still in bed.
God whispering “Stay here with me. There is time to be moved to the list. Now is time to be with me and marinate in my love. Crumble the walls around your heart. Empty the muddy mind of anything that is saying …
Maybe this is it…”
Discomfort.
Restlessness.
Searching for an answer, understanding, googling new moons, Chinese new year, anything to bring relief….
This is not it.
“Be still.
Stay with me my love.
Let my love steady you here.
The love you seek is right here.
Be still.”
Thoughts of unworthiness, guilt, shame, unlovableness continue to try and suck me into their depths…
But they don't stick anymore.
I don’t want to go there anymore.
I don’t know where to go anymore.
And I hear in my heart God calling,
“Be still. Stay with me here. Let me dissolve all untruths. All illusion. It is happening. You are being emptied and filled. “
And so I stay still, in bed,
Unwashed,
Ungroomed,
Uncertain,
Suspended in nothingness,
Hanging in not knowing,
Waiting to be moved,
Feeling the experience of energy radiating in my heart
Praying at this altar, on my knees at the pew of Gods church in my heart.
Empty me. Take it all. Fill me with only your love. I am lost without you.
Forwards, backwards, round and round.
I am tired of the wash cycle.
The ever unfolding of Gods unveiling.
There is nowhere to get to.
There is nowhere to go.
All that I am is right here in my heart.
“Take your hands off the wheel and let go of all structure, routine, rituals and perfomances.
Moment by moment,
Listen.
I am here. I am guiding you into heaven…right here….right now.
Shhhhh….be quiet.
Let our secret anchor and radiate from your heart.”
Will you only read my work
If for a contest entry?
Or will you because you love
The poetess that is ME?
Do you only check my rhymes,
When I decide to compete?
Or do you just read my lines
Cause you want a tasty treat?
I read, for I love your words
I simply love who you are!
I read, you see, for to me
You’re a luminescent star!
Of course contests can be fun
It gives us a little edge
But some poets can be shy
They peek from behind the hedge
So try out the “normal” ones
That ones that witness of life
Of those precious daily things
Yet with love and passion rife
I quarry these little rhymes
From my heart at times like stone
I squeeze them out soaked with blood
When it has a flesh like tone
Some of them may seem ho hum
Others pretty much mundane
Contest or not, they are me
Passionate and quite insane!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Word sketch and stretch
As if to say
Feel batch and match
Hedge well this day
A lone foray
I come to know
To spice this day
Flesh thoughts that grow
Words on the verge
Succinct with ooze
Speed on odd urge
To go with booze
A touch tells all
As rhymes of voice
Discrete with call
Now transcend noise
Fruit in due time
Such curvy lines
That cluster mimes
Curious and fine
Wordplay comes fast
To unleash more
From first to last
In deeper cores
Poise fashions tight
To mellow mood
Reap crystal sight
In all things good
Seek fresh wordplay
In simple pain
As joy now stays
in moments slain
Sift sacred space
Where wisdom knows
To honour grace
As true light shows
Leon Enriquez
23 August 2018
Singapore
Whittle a stick down the silent water
by the river side a confused chapter
caught in cross-hairs the trees were humming
turning twigs as leaves were turning
meet he who handles the ore
that roars the boat in the silent waters,
the silent waters a place,
where fishing goes on on a daily basis
caught in a nice rainbow
he casts his nets
to communicate with the creatures underneath
this is just a waste of his talent
damn!! said the fish as it hit a concrete rock
he stretches his efforts struggling with the creatures
a tufted niche to hedge his bets
a cocktail of soar yet sweet smell emanates
as the creatures are squeezed into baskets
In a bumpy ride
comes a Caucasian man
slim with grey hair and a grey beard
he seems too old for his age
I watched as he took the fisherman's toil,
dash and rush as he leaves in his hilux
silenced, no guts to speak
the fisherman feigns a smile
this is just a waste of his efforts
a choir of emotions cast a spell
as a deep mysterious language
of yearning for equity evokes.
why reap where you never sow??
a series of feelings cobweb my mind
wishing light to the dark
to transform ill souls
overcoming the pain
the man walks away
lost in self pity
his efforts futile
vulnerable never goad