Long Herod Poems
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da'vinci code...And of him; Wlwhat do we know.? Kiddie fiddler..? Endless scribbler ' favoured by prelates.' Ushered through royal gates, had court actions against him, nothing though got to him.' Many pizzeria's named
For him.?
On to shake-spear though.' Again a scribbler;scibe, cum-actor again taken
To court, same crimes accused, came to naught, friendly with the royals, shared in
Their spoils..
Back to ceaser now go.' Head of power so
Corrupt though.' all under the finery.' Debauchery inside did be '
Then herod the so called great.? Can you see a.?? Well a pattern here mates.? Not a
One of them ever, routed a sewer..Hmm yet lived in a typology, i see no thing is newer; old or young ( has beens again be-gun )
Even soloman, in his wise.? Was a murderer besides.' Drifting from the Lord
He built the groves and with baal did disport.' Bibbing wine he was a letcher.' Have others lauded him as better.?
So all these creatures are dead and
gone.' Remembered only in story and song, only true in God alone, who did for
Those who accept Him, atone, search
All the ways, with all your will ' only Him
And Him alone, through Jesus that the
Rabbi's killed, offers life forevermore, He
Is knocking now, on many a hearts door.!
An eight-pointed star
Shone in the night in summer
He came from above
Not belonging to the stars
Stranger to them all
Is above the zodiac
Plundering its fate
He is from the pure greatness
A door to the heavens
Sophia prepared the flesh
For she had regret
Sabaoth sent his great light
For he was wrathful
Barbelo sent her power
For she had wisdom
Jesus the man sent himself
For he had mercy
He was laid in a manger
No room in the inn
The world hated him so much
For it was darkness
And he blinded it with light
News reached the dead king
His hair was a lion’s mare
His body a snake
His eyes were bright lightning bolts
Ruler of darkness
His mother rejected him
As a bad disgrace
He summoned all the magi
The wise foreigners
Followers of the fire
To find this small child
As the Magi were dispatched
He thought to himself
“What is the power of him
Who was born this night
Who is higher than we are?
A drop from heaven?
Whom dragons brought to a cave?
Where a child was born?”
Those magi sailed the bright sand
Ignoring the cold
The star became a lighthouse
Which led to the child
And to shepherds in pure white
They gave three blessed gifts
Gold and frankincense and myrrh
As the king waited
In silence and solitude
He realized something
Filled with jealousy and wrath
He ordered his slaves
“Extinguish this divine light
Do what is needed!”
An angel from the great star
Told the glad Joseph
“Flee to the land of Egypt
With your wife and son
To escape the flood of death
To escape the plague
The hot fire and sulphur
That killed the mature
And now will murder the young”
And so the parents
Carrying the eternal
Fled to the bare land
All the little were murdered
Rivers of blood flowed
Loud cries of pain and mourning
Flowed out their mouths
With the king in vain glory
Saying “I am God
There is no other but me!”
The sands of time fell
And so, Mary and Joseph
Returned with Jesus
The baby pronounced three words
Whom none can utter
Lest they be killed by cold stones
With knowledge we say
“Out of a pure foreign air
The light bringer came
Those ones he chose for himself
He turned them to stars
To shine in the pleroma
The kingdom of light
Which the only door to it
Being the eight-pointed star.”
John, the Baptist- baptised people in the Jordan River,
Jesus said, the holy spirit came to him as a dove;
to think about John, the preacher, the saint makes me quiver,
imagine God giving this man the power of his love.
John was a preacher in the Jordan River area,
he was a prophet of God for all faiths- showing the way;
come on Saturday, Sunday or any day feria,
even unbelievers saw his baptism's as a gateway.
Sadly, John was sentenced to death by King Herod, the Great,
and he was beheaded, oh such fear of a preaching man;
John's birth and death honored by Christians for his life and fate ...
I pray to go the Jordan River where it all began.
“Are we under them or not?” they debated,
“Do we owe them explanation?”, they demurred,
Sure of their validation of this baby, they stated,
To Herod that one day it’d be the king conferred.
They knew they were doing something wrong,
To the Christ family and Jesus life which awaited,
Making his work harder by allowing scoffing long,
Specifying him for the Romans to have him fated.
But they believed in sociology as the mechanism,
For difficulties to be worked out through,
And upheld life and society as the atheism,
Which would confront their classism rue.
So revealed to Herod the birth of the child divine,
But kept back his address and how he looked,
So Herod ordered the death of every baby fine,
In order to kill that one infant that he’d booked.
He didn’t like the intelligence of the Zoroastrians,
The magi respected by all as insightful wise men;
Jews were bypassed easily as emotional pedestrians,
But the magi comprehended rational thought, ken.
So the wise men had integrity by respecting authority,
Showed consistency in their task to specify and select;
Were the original intellectuals who had subjectivity,
To both the Israeli people and the government elect.
we're all natural born watchers just looking around
at the TV, the Internet and newspapers all over town
be it something or somebody we usually just watch and wait
to look up to anything that may reinforce our faith
be it something constructive or counterproductive
to watch what others do and then try to imitate
to look at success and then try to emulate
the Wise Men, the Magi were 3 men you should look upon
for they knew to follow that star which was on the horizon
yet King Herod who was the ruler of that little town
could not spiritually ascertain what was really going down
he had heard that the nation of Israel would have a new born king
and then he became paranoid and anxious over everything
he was under the impression that God would have told him first
of the Saving Son who was about to appear on earth
God did a new thing in a completely new way
but many missed the true meaning of the birth that day
but the Magi those 3 Wise Men were in step with God
they were spiritually aware of what was about to start
it's not about man's logic, rationale nor reason
for God is the omnipotent One for all seasons
don't let anyone try to diminish the awesomeness of God's might
don't let anyone try to dim the brilliance that is His guiding light
making it great in 2008 by watching what wise men do
making it great in 2008 by believing that God is watching over you
to be struck by the mystery that is God's power
to believe that He is with you at any given hour
to follow that star whenever you hear the angels sings
to trust that God will guide you in everything
there's no need to fear the unknown or what's down the road
just watch what wise men do when they give God total control
by following a star which led them to a child born in a manger
and not to reveal what they found for to tell would have brought danger
and after presenting the gifts and thus fulfilling the prophecy
they left Bethlehem by another way and continued their journey
when God gives a revelation and then tells you to get up and leave
let no one stop nor hinder you from doing what you believe
don't ever put reason before revelation as reason will only go so far
for revelation is the exclamation that will reveal to you a star
so making it great in 2008 by watching what wise men do
and by following that star wherever it leads you to
I hear and present the prayer of Sarah and Tobie,
Through any sorrow before Love,
They ask the same from my God,
He gives me the force,
I stop the demon,
Any evil may not touch the conception of this daughter,
The spring of paradise above,
Too in my wings of the doctor,
In Robin Hood's arrows,
Air interceptor against any seduction and falsehood,
microbes, and dwarfs,
Near knight Ivanhoe Precursor,
Raphael and Michael soldiers,
Virgins of virtues betrothed,
A Samaritan with vine and oil,
I stay like the priest, the Ark of Love in Glory,
Mary's apparition with cherubim Michael and Gabriel along,
She is this Daughter and Mother,
Sabbath alive of the nation of servants of the Lord,
Like Seraphim from the town of Sarov,
I'm on my knees, young men and boy,
And this outlaw in the right on the cross,
But by the time of my accomplished mission - say it to Herod,
To Asmodeus fox in this very sick world,
And Job again talks,
Continuing his lofty story,
With two cheeks only.
I am where King David was born. My name means, “House of bread”.
I am located six miles south of Jerusalem; 262 miles northeast of Cairo, Egypt;
and 140 miles southwest of Damascus, Syria. When the Caesars ruled, all roads did not lead to me, but to Rome. But still, I’m easy to find.
I’m not the first in mind when one thinks of the Middle East. But the prophets spoke of me as the place where a Jewish Messiah would be born.
Centuries later, the Jewish leaders gave King Herod vital information about me that caused him more than a little concern.
It’s not always what or who you are, or whether you will ever become a star.
God has always known about me, and religious leaders were well aware.
No, I never became a star of any kind; but wise men came from afar and were led straight to me by a star.
Nay, my friend, it’s not the size that ushers one to a place of renown. But it’s who or what comes out of you that makes one more that just a little town.
O yes indeed. I am that Little Town of Bethlehem that made room for The Bright and Morning Star. Out of me came The Christ Child, Jesus Christ.
12162016cjPS; (An impersonation)
There are no heroes
Just people ,gods and the devil
There are no heroes
David couldn’t resist peeping
Moses couldn’t stop running
And Obama really did start ISIS
He got a nobel for peace
There are no heroes
Just choices, decisions and errors
There are no heroes
Batman benefits from the status quo
The equivalent of many NGO,s
Their business is helping the poor
How can poverty be evil
It provides the opportunity to help
Jesus Christ lost faith
God became an atheist
Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
Lazarus had to die a second time
And Gandhi really did hate black people
There are no heroes
Just People, opportunities and chances
There no heroes
Solomon really loved the soft life
Jacob was a thief and a cheat
The whole of the Old Testament
Is justified Genocide
History is mostly stories of people dying
And My father broke my heart
There are no heroes
There are no saints
Just people
Just people doing their best
And good branding doing the rest
So don’t Judge lest history judges you
Don’t proclaim you are good
The other side cannot agree
Do your best
It is all there is to do
Always do it with love
That is how you know its good
Unless you are Hitler
Unless you are Leopold
Or Herod
Or Stalin
Or Mao
Or Karen
Or Ken
Or any human being distressed, obsessed, possessed
By The religion of their state, their tribes and their race
There are really no heroes
Just people, gods and the devil
Sodom and Gomorrah
There is nothing at all today that remains
Of those two sinful cities that once stood on the plain.
When God vent his wrath upon Sodom and Gomorrah,
They quickly went from here today to gone tomorrow,
And all that poor Lot got was some salt for his pains.
Herod and Salome
Herod's lust for Salome a stepfather's exceeded,
But when he offered to pay her to dance, she acceded.
She didn't ask for gold, instead,
She wanted John the Baptist's head,
And that seventh veil was all the inducement horny Herod needed.
Samson and Delilah
When Delilah learned, to his despair,
That Samson's strength lay in his hair,
She got him drunk, he fell asleep,
And then she sheared him like a sheep.
Some secrets are best to keep and not to share.
Antipas was one of many heirs of Herod the Great
Morally and civilly, he had fallen from his state.
His kingdom, a collapsed castle, he couldn't reinstate.
Sinning with brother's wife, shamelessness had become his fate.
Like raindrops on a bison, did John's censures sadden him?
Like venom, the wrath of Herodias filled her to brim.
The extant of Baptist, she thought, like a twig she should trim
Didn't she, as a queen, have the right to amuse her whim?
By the fame of Jesus as though life-threat, Herod baffled.
His human and animal instincts between them battled.
Curiousness and qualm, like flatware, within him rattled
Has John resurrected? Physique and Psyche fell fear-grappled
Does the sun fear the darkness? Jesus fulfilled his mission.
To build his realm of love, did he need Herod's permission?