Long Honor Poems
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With many names, I'll reverence You in prayer.
Alpha and Omega, You've always been there.
The Word became flesh, and among us You dwelt.
Lamb of God, You bore each accusation dealt.
Holy Anointed One, Chief Cornerstone,
uniting believers, for sin You atone.
Great High Priest, we may access God through You
by confessing our sins; Your promise is true.
Emmanuel, "God is with us" in flesh.
Bright Morning Star, you forgive us afresh.
Messiah, Yeshua, Savior of the world,
by You ancient scrolls become unfurled.
Wonderful Counselor, you empathize,
tempted in all ways, proven sinless and wise.
Good Shepherd, you chasten those who go astray,
leaving ninety-nine for one runaway.
Lord, You are The Way, The Truth, and The Life,
The Prince of Peace in a world filled with strife.
King of Kings and Lord of Lords, above all,
before You all nations will one day fall.
Good teacher, You instruct us day by day
as we seek Your whole heart and humbly pray.
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Words On The Go - playfully plying wordplay
A Reverse Rant, not averse to a terse verse
sublime rhymes of the times, no Writer's Block to unlock
a poem off the shelf To My Teenage Self
Who Would I Bring Back? We the People, our Secret Selves
The Transcendent Ms Vincent beckons Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise
to leave his shell and ride Arabians to Zebras
and write Cities of Sonnets, Graduations, Fascinations, alliterations
and Heartache's Milkshakes that take the cake
it's the Little Things that give her wings
as dulcet words awake and sing
we open our peepers For The Silence Keepers
Dressing Up Silly Words to spring forth, sing forth, bring forth
her streams of Dreams and April themes
of Pondering Poetry or Roses Of Agony
A Kindness where once was Emptiness:
Two Roses, a September Serenade of Green Anniversaries
made a parade for the maid in the waylaid shade
uncommon comments - the recipe is reciprocity
Her Legacy, Her Epitaph: a tear, a smile, a laugh
you write of The Stars -
of this mystical, magical, mythical, metaphysical
wonderful world of whirled words
If Only You Knew you help us to see
what Poems Can Be
// In tribute to the inimitable style of our wonderful poetess and Solitary Scribbler, Michelle Faulkner, in honor of Your Birthday on the 8th day of this Brief November: thank you, my artistry sibling, for your "rage of kindness, blinding your grieving ghosts". Keep writing and inspiring ~ John]
[Capitalized words are titles of poems by Michelle]
Darkness pervades mankind
I must cast my eyes away
Not to be blinded by the stench.......
Bound to chains of greed
Consumed thieves of power
Invasion of our young.......
A web of darkness
Pieces of vile arrogance
Interlacing a core of deceit......
Behold........
Thy Lord.......
Thy Light.......
The Brilliance of Truth........
The Glory of Love........
The Magnificence of Honor.......
~ The night is nearly over..The Day Is Almost Here..~
~So Then Let Us Cast off the works of darkness and Put On The Armor of Light~
Well, here I am again, Lord, a-knockin' on Your door,
With a prayer of thanksgivin' and a few entreaties to implore.
Lord, I thank You for sustainin' me along life's rocky road,
And for the blessin's upon this undeservin' soul You've bestowed!
For this comin' year, I pray not for an accumulation of pelf,
But for good health for my family, neighbors and myself.
May the things I do this year bring honor and glory to You,
And may I heed Your guidance in ever'thing I do.
I pray for peace that the world may be free from strife,
And that humankind will refine its sense of respect for life.
Protect our soldiers, those gallant souls so brave and strong.
I pray they'll be reunited with kin, at home where they belong!
I pray for our leaders and the myriad of challenges they face.
May they serve the people with honor, integrity and grace.
My plea is that the nation's respect for You will be restored,
For 'tis said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Lord, I pray for those who are hungry, homeless and depressed,
The lonely, ailing, hopeless and those who are oppressed.
For Your steadfast love and answer to prayer I have no doubt.
Seems I'm always pesterin' You, but thanks for hearin' me out!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I The non-handsome Faithful Man
Are You The Woman That'll Give Me Your Hand
Where is the one;
Where is just the one
Who will hold my hand
To me I'm not a handsome man
But yet I am
A wholesome and faithful man
A sinner saved by grace
And I'll never with intent disrespect
A woman whom would honor me
With Godly matrimony
I will be spiritually, physically only
Connected to you my chosen
Now consider to be holden and also chosen also me
Could you love one such as me
Remember I'm not perfect the only perfect one is God
But I'll be delighted
If you allow me to be your knight in shining
For you are the one
To be my forever darling
Yeah!, I know low self-esteem I'm not that charming
But I'll be ever faithful, and not a adulter but at just lover
Just you and I
Sharing you only with the Father
On loan to each other
Until the spiritual bridegrooms comes
Until then, think you could love a one such as I
For I am alone, but not lonely
Consider me the non-handsome faithful man
Are you the woman that'll give me your hand
10/28/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Emotions are breaking me like horses now
Will I let them force me to drag their plow?
They are given control by what I allow
What I want; but will not let them disavow
Each breath I take; makes me a thief
So simple it would be; were I, a falling leaf
Combine them; I pile them,
A raking of disbelief
(A raking of disbelief)
An emotional thief
An emotional disbelief
As I burn them; turning them, smoldering relief,
Preparing them for winter; as an aperitif
Not possible; from the fall's reoccurring motif
You've always been taken
My intuition, never mistaken
I've never flirt with you; because your honor; means everything to me!
No mistake about it; you're the most honorable woman, I will never see!
So every step you take towards me; another opportunity, to set this thief free
As I burn them; turning them, smoldering relief,
Preparing them for winter; as an aperitif
Not possible; from the fall's, reoccurring motif
A raking of disbelief
(A raking of disbelief)
Not possible from this recurring motif
“I Am Woman”
From her loins
A seed grows,
Tenderly cared,
Straight and tall,
The future, hers to give.
Oh, Great Bearer of Life,
Queen of Destiny,
What is it you demand of thee?
Please, articulate your gift to me.
My honor, indeed.
I deplore you do not know.
How blind you are.
I grew the seed
that gave you life.
A cherished gift
To eternity.
How fortunate you are.
To be allowed.
I choose, not you,
To inseminate my seed.
My belly swells,
My breasts grow,
For the life that comes,
For the life I bear.
It is my honor to choose
A life neither by evil means
Nor forced upon.
A life of love
Mine to nurture
Hold and care
Yours to defend,
Not offend.
If you know love
You should indeed be honored,
For I am your life,
And not your sin.
I am the mother,
I am your mother,
The mother of all mankind.
Through weary eyes she greets the dawn,
The traces on her face of a night gone wrong.
To tend new life is no simple task,
And each sleepless night stacks upon the last.
She shall receive neither laurel nor laud
For the tears she’s shed and the trials she’s fought.
But no good thing is easily done,
Enduring with love is the weight of her endearing work beneath the sun.
And courage she carries in no small supply;
Each day she shoulders her calling, be it gentle or awry.
No monument will bear her form or name;
She'll receive no grand acclaim nor fame
Yet to one small life she stands above it all
A mother, a hero, deserving of every honor I can call.
David wrote out many praises
To the One who holds the moon and stars
He penned many words and phrases
Sometimes they were filled with sobs
~
His words lifted the Lord to the heights
Of mountain tops and into the heavens
Giving him the honor for all the sights
Filled with God’s compassionate essence
~
His words applause God’s greatest blessings
With feelings of pure, tender affection
Reminding Him that He has given lessons
On where we need His Godly direction
~
David wrote about the meadows and brooks
Wisdoms that come from inspired hopes
Words and pages that would fill up books
With gentle feelings that are ways he copes
~
His words were like a music to God’s ear
Telling Him of all that He’d given His friend
Words and psalms that only God could hear
Sweet kindness that would always amend
~
His words haunt the heart who does listen
For the joy and faith found within them
Fragrant verses that seem to simply glisten
With joys, peace and faith that are a gem
~
David wrote the writings that esteem the Lord
With perfect prose of sensations that warm
Tender compassions that should not be ignored
Because God is the reason we all should conform
Passing through framed windows like ours,
I recall your tales of reckless war and lost friends
that burned your innocence at 21... and though
you claimed flashes of courage, moist eyes
poured vulnerability looking calm, undaunted.
We both searched deeply into our souls
as a father is to his young daughter, that I wanted
to let you know, it was alright;
but that mound of shoulders turned away.
Down the years as officer and gentleman,
Time stole long weeks, absent from your dining chair,
leaving me resentful and bitter on hardened sills
until you arrive under crawling dock of stars.
But in free moments, how you cherished
me so; waking my cheeks at 3 am to race the winds,
to fly with a shooting neon, laughing with a blue moon.
You spoke of faith and honor if life dared a shame, oh
mild scent of your arms cuddling my girlish dreams...
until off you rode suddenly on heaven’s wheel.
I see you through all framed windows like ours,
that even if my iced breaths needed you more
as small flowers thirsted for rain, my anger was a cry
for love’s company... “ I have adored you
in moments of distance and nearness, if not
always, then for all eternity.”
Have I forgotten to open this, my soft, broken sigh?
Dad, everything is all right.
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