Long Holies Poems
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Hey you
Why so silent with no words?
Your indifference say no more
Of your value towards us
Every sunday and fridays are the holies of purity
When our purse do make yours to laugh
How much now is garri?
How much now is fuel?
Not to say of the exchange rate today
Yet in your dignity prayer walk was made
To honour the man in power.
87 naira was more of a deal than 1k we celebrate today,
Not only is the 1k such a bound of joy.
That rehabilitation of those making us smile to our grave
After ransome demands without release
Is your focus.
It is in your ways to say that those good people are our brothers
What an audacity?
What a complicit?
Daily bath in our cry and blood
Is your joy and money bank
But on the sabath you stand on pulpit to preach salvation
Oh tell me not that you are not part
But your complicit and defense of them says it all.
The trauma and death cannot be quatified
Yet your loved ones are in massions with hefty guards ,
While the innocents are in the forest
No facility to be used to get the good guys
Yet Kalu was picked without a blink
Keep praying to God to secure you.
So you preached
But countless of armed officers are your guards
While yours have all relocated from our space.
Oh my bad
Why not dicharge those armed men from being your guards,
Relocate yours to this space?
For us all to keep trusting in the lord to secure us.
Orire has not recovered from the friendly lash
And the demands of your brothers are not limitless.
In a land where witches have the powers to fly
But cant fly to secure our beloved in the forest.
Where herbalist can call on sango, esu, ogun
But cant call on them to savage our land.
Have they all been blindfolded against our land?
Should we say this is a game of the capitalist against the poor?
What then shall we say?
Trust in the lord with all your heart
But where it is neccessary, apply your brain!
©?olorunleke olorode
The God Behind the Curtain
By Mark D. Stucky
Curtains sometimes keep apart things that need connecting
and conceal things that, in their time, need uncovering.
“Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain,”
the hiding humbug Wizard of Oz implored in vain
when discovered by Dorothy, her dog, and companions,
revealing the true presence of the mysterious Oz.
Millenia earlier, once every year, on the Day of Atonement,
a high priest entered behind the curtain of the Holy of Holies,
where the mysterious metaphysical presence of God resided,
veiled, hidden, and isolated from the people outside the temple.
This separation and glances at glory continued for centuries,
but the moment Christ died on the cross, the earth quaked,
and that concealing temple curtain ripped wide open,
removing that separation between us and God.
Now…do pay attention to the God who was behind the curtain,
the one who inhabits Holies of Holies inside human hearts.
(First published in Agape Review, 8 Aug. 2022. See also my poems “Darkest Night, Morning Lights” and "Gilded Crosses?")
(Cropped image created originally by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay.com.)
The Son said: "Father,
let me take this burden.
Let me go, and be the One
to die once and for all." (Selah)
Can you hear the deafening silence surrounding His Throne?
The Eternal Son of God, opted to enter
the Holy of holies once and for all;
not to receive sin offering, but be
the Sacrficial Lamb for us sinners. (Selah)
But who are we, that He must think of us?
"Oh! wretched man I am!"
That is who we are; undone, frail and lost.
We're the ones should die there on a hill
for our iniquities are grave, destined to ruin. (Selah)
"But why? I don't deserve this?"
The Father heard His Son. Without words,
He took a human body and clothed it for His Beloved.
Angels were moved, tears and wailing without voice
Alas! the Father embraced His Son, sent Him to us. (Selah)
In His darkest hour: "Eli! Eli! Lama Sabachthani!"
Tears welled down; yearning for His Father's enfold. (Selah)
And there, - our High Priest hanged on a tree.
An offered life, He desired only
to satisfy His Father's love,
once and for all and for all eternity.
I was a black man's son
Raised in the city of a half a million
Me and mom only went to church on funerals and holidays
When I get in my late teen
My future wife admonished me
She said if you're interested in me you have to go to church
Holy holy holy God's got The Glory Glory holla Hallelujah God is speaking to you
I went to the altar I ran from my pew
I said Hallelujah Lord I'm going to serve you
For this is the least that I could do
I wasn't friend of the frenemy
Satan knew all my legacies
He did my toe and I dove in whole
Now I need a bath in the Red Sea
Holy holy holy God's got The Glory Glory this is my testimony speaking it unto you
I repented turn myself around and now I'm praising him yes I am
For this is the least that I should do
Glorified I have a father
Glory Abba Father
Hallelujah Brothers
I raise my hands I left them high
Glory Father
Holy God
Hallelujah
Sing...
Yeah! I was once was a friend of t he enemy
He brought down some of my family tree
Not free the generational curse spirits off of thee
Be free, FREE-FREE
Glorified I have a Father
Glory Abba dad
Hallelujah Brothers I raised my hands
I lift them high Glory Father Holy God Hallelujah
HOLY Holy Holy God
Got the glory glory this is my testimony
Speaking it until you allowed
I repented I turn myself around
And now I'm praising you
You've allowed for this is the least that I should do
But this is the least that I should do
3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I found it on the internet,
done up in shades: black, white, a gray;
a photograph of a woman,
what her name is, I cannot say.
She’s not wearing a single stitch,
and casts a shadow on the ground,
her limbs arranged in such a way
that her picture won’t be taken down.
It starts with dainty, pointed toes,
long shins and slender, curving calves,
lovely thighs glisten in the light,
the kind women are jealous to have.
The hips are full and alluring,
nut obscured by a blocking knee,
in the right spot to keep us men
from seeing her Holy of Holies.
A stomach toned but somewhat soft,
hint of six-pack, but nothing more,
her arm splayed across lovely breasts
to keep us from seeing much more.
Still-wet hair trailing down her chest,
hints of shoulder swooping to neck,
a mouth that’s hanging just open
as if tempting to what comes next.
I’m sure some are now reading this,
convinced that I’m just a pervert,
yet if I did this in oil paint
you’d all call it my master-work.
Friggin’ painters have all the fun…
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep” (Robert Frost).
The woods know my secrets
For I open my heart
In this enclosed sanctuary of God
As folded branches draw my eyes
Upward, ever upward
Towards the emerald ceiling
With a skylight
From which streams
The light of heaven
Pure and sweet
On my face
The trees are my counselors
Sacred dispensers
Of the mysteries of God
Sentinels tall and majestic
Guarding my hushed sacred hours
Of contemplation and renewal
The would be silence
Sweetly disturbed
By the sounds of His creatures
Filling God’s outdoor sanctuary
With a heavenly hymn of praise
Each trail leads me deeper and deeper
For my heart longs to be
In the Holy of Holies
In the very presence of the Creator
On holy ground
Yes, Yes!
He is here
His presence
Envelopes me
After my communion
The closing benediction of sunlight
Guides me home
The thinning trees whisper
“Forget us not” stories to me
As I pass them by
Stories of long ago pilgrims
From another time
Yet one with me
The same
Pilgrims in search of sanctuary
A place of solace
A place of tenderness
A place of discovery
Where they come to learn
The miles left to go
Till journey’s end
When they must lie down
In well deserved sleep
Safe under the shadows
Of God’s mighty trees
Resting, resting
Blissful sleep
In the Sanctuary
In HIS sanctuary
In the woods…..
For Caleb’s Smith’s In the Woods Contest
September 10, 2013
Trees in the seas
Shower like flowers
Holies in holies
Seven in Heaven
Breaks the command
Stones can't stand
Trees in the seas
Sing of the things
Which makes you and me
Deceive who we believe
Tears and cries are there;
Deep from our hearts, true in our cares
Trees in the seas
Who are we
In truth we are to be
With God and not sin
Have only we seen
Lies from the fruit
Seeds of sin lying to truth
Forgot the first plan
Through the Son of Man
Trees in the seas
Are rivers in our hearts
Which makes us grow fat
And rich in God's heart
Wealth in wisdom
Truth in freedom
Are just a part
Of God's will in life's art
Trees in the seas
Stand as Heavenly Beings
High in Heaven's Throne
Truth is life's Kingdom
Planted high above
God's Will God's Love.
Form:
Were they mad crazed drunk or on drugs
As they desecrated a place most holy Ooh
Were they conceited or just plain diabolic
As they committed an abominable act Ooh
The Holy of Holies why they did not respect
Were it that a Holy one would have impaled
Them then at the ebb of the evil blood maybe
Then looming catastrophe would be averted
The brood of vipers same ones who desire
To sell our beloved people back to slavery
The abominable rainbow no amount of rain
Catastrophes seem to wash away the deed
Why had it to occur under my watch Oh RAMA
The guilt and failure is in on me too isn't it now
Were it that I was allowed the forbidden technic
If I was an angel of vengeance would I not smite
The circling eagle please do lead me home now
Eastern bypass AWA let them never perceive of
When did them parent go so wrong of our people
Remind Babylonia harlot her sin-cup now is full..
Do mix her a double portion of tears that harlot
That Jezebel spirit that killeth all the good gifts
We desire to behold you Ooh humble emissary
Let love once again prevail on our people ABA
They behold not they all blunder in darkness
Were you to call them unto guidance even
Then would they seek to seize and ruin you
We have sent over them billows of darkness
The mercy of the sword they are but now given
How long will you contend with the sons of men
As they desecrate the covenant Ooh ya Karima
Send doves I will take it as a sign that it's not me
Ooh Rahman who made Thee be roused in anger
Talk of a bride full of misfortunes in our fathers' hut
When they hunt us down do grant us wings Elohim
When the sun is darkened let our internal light shine
When the moon is turned to blood offer a reprieve..
When a cloud falls from above mercy pliz do hear us
#Khat_Vision Bubbles in time
A Luis tach 30 march 2020
KINGDOMS OF POWER
man - with his little sphere of influence,
claims mighty power, in his smallish hands.
mini empires, like stars from the universe,
like microscopic atoms - they march on -
stomping, squeezing, squashing, squelching - mere men.
they think, it will shut them up, dismember time.
movies hail them with majestic symphony,
shuffling through narrow streets – clanging harsh.
~~
on quiet mule, (a little braying – perhaps),
a humble man, a meek child bride – travel.
heaven’s spotlight upon them - star of Bethlehem!
angels gaze, wisemen seek, shepherds shake,
as a virgin gives birth to a unique boy
one that, if he chose, could play with this earth.
this infant king is bigger than life itself,
“Adam’s breath” received from His own spirit.
while little men sleep, in castles of gold,
the sinless Savior lies in a manger.
~~
the puppeteer pulls the strings, supposing
he’s in control - chops wood, prepares nails -
draws blood, sweat and tears. on stage, all appears
lost. hope is buried. a huge stone is rolled,
blocking entrance to the holy of holies.
but wouldn’t you know, God can tear it in two!
innocent blood was spilled on this spoiled earth
claiming it back, redeeming us, and pow…
the power and majesty of the living God
shows up, shows off. Light raises the dawn.
~~
once again, He is quiet, biding His time
giving kingdoms a chance to change their minds.
to arrive at this conclusion – you must be saved -
lest you die, an eternal death! not wanting
anyone to perish, He holds back his sword.
if our tongues would do the same, and believe,
confess, instead of curse, just believe, and
be saved, because His majesty WILL BE praised.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
Sorely alive I sing a song in my senior years
I arise risen mind excluding my fears
Second song melodies of miraculous dawn moon
The Son has risen and yet he shall return soon
Glorious songs of praise
Joyously I speak in rejoicing waves
My arms and hands upward as I praise
And the overture is in the repeated chorus
I am a choir alone so open and voices
Glorious songs of praise
O' song of praise so well-behaved
Vibrant and listening flowing within the distance winds
Channel call angels fall at the chance listening
Found an intertwined within the quietness a silent slave
Glorious songs of praise
Joyously I speak with rejoicing waves
My arms and hands upward in gratifying praise
And the feeling in my spirit my soul sings with joys
Angels surround me in this holy of holies choir
Glory unto the Most High, Hallelujah
We shall always sing glorious songs of praise
1/4/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022