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Leaving heavenly throne to reach-out mankind, the Messiah bore the status of condescension: His birth in the Bethlehem manger brought to Earth’s calendar a divine milestone, while glorious angelic choir and awed shepherds welcomed His babyhood.
offering love’s best
incarnation triumphant
eternal life reigns
Servant-leadership --- Christ exemplified as He ministered with mercy’s optimized best: healing the sick, feeding the multitudes, quickening the dead, forgiving the repentant, pronouncing beatitudes, drawing humanity nigh to the Almighty.
utmost caring shown
compassion indeed at work
blissful selflessness
Falsely accused with blasphemy unpardonable, betrayed by intimate companions, indicted to pay sins’ penalty, Jesus bore the cross to Calvary, giving up the ghost to reconcile sinners to the holy Creator: freeing those who trust Him from iniquities’ condemnation, assuring them heaven’s security, and granting peace so blissful.
grace and justice met
redemption truly fulfilled
blest crucifixion
Entombed, verily secured; yet after three days of burial, the Saviour rose amidst guarding soldiers manifesting His omnipotence: mighty wonder proving His expertise in impossibilities, miraculous act only the Sovereign can do and marvelous magnificence against vanity of temporal existence.
power over grave
resurrection smiting death
hope of believers
Heeded toward the Father above, the Lord entrusted the Great commission-fruition to His church: to build lives, spread His love, exalt His name through the Holy Spirit’s guidance, gearing, guarding, and girding while advancing His kingdom*.
pursuits accomplished
ascension so jubilant
to come again soon
*Matthew 28:19-20 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
September 2, 2020
1st place, "Let the Pens Flow - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas; judged on 9/16/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Hillary is cooked Bills time not overlooked
Their crimes way overbooked
Democrats and Republicans alike
Caught on a barbed hook
Americans don't need another look
The Clinton Foundation indicted like crooks
We didn't hire any of them to cook the books
I'm sure they all shook when they took a look
Through all of their lies
They have worked up like spies
America so wise
You’re all guilty in her eyes
We are not willing to compromise
All along they were planning our demise
While the big bad wolf hides in disguise
Mueller playing both sides of the fence
If I was Obama
I would be looking for a good defense
He left so much corruption in his wake
Most Americans knew he was a fake
The collusion and election tampering
Heating up like a red hot injection
Looks like Trump is taking this country
In a whole new direction
America's complexion is clearing up
Like he promised
With plenty of protection
From these kinds of infections
Pedophilia from Washington to Hollywood
Running scared up to no good
Across the board, America is floored
Trump screaming it will not be ignored
He will cut through it like a mighty sword
Oh Lord I pray each and every day
You clean up our government
Who would act this way
So much has been left to decay
While all of it on display
Tried to do it the Bush's way
But they let our towers fall that day
Just like Bush Sr. before to start another war
To line their pockets even more
Uranium One has come undone
The evil that has been spun
The democratic party on the run
It would appear that many have much to fear
Because the end is very near
They have bet it all on their careers
It's clear that politics in Washington
Have been nothing but a big smear
Set to ignite and just disappear
Pay to play the shadow governments way
Should be dealt with in a very public display
Taking all of Satan's power away
From those who would betray
Americans by lying about why they want '
To round up our guns
Wake up America
They're not playing for fun
While they spun their awful run
This is to let them know crimes against America
That won't come undone
It's we the people that will have won
Shadow government is all done
I guess I'm feeling some type of way.
It’s the day after the next day.
THE VERDICT; INDICTED!
Definitely it rocked this country.
I guess I'm sensitive, emotions running deep, with all this madness;
Most nights I can’t sleep.
I have a son almost the same age;
I guess you can say I'm frightened for his well-being.
As much as a mother should be these days.
The tragedy has awakened more of a beast in me, so much so
I just want to hold him, protect him against those men sworn to protect and serve.
I don’t want him to become another statistic in this country.
I feel helpless in this moment!
I just want him safe from all hurt and harm and danger.
He told me he wanted to change his name, as if; it
Still won’t change who you are, or the color of your beautiful dark skin.
What is he afraid of? I guess the same thing I’m afraid of.
I want the best for him, point blank, period.
But, I'm afraid, one of these trigger happy men will take him from me,
Will rape my family and kill our children;
Because on that day he may have his hands up; or
His pants down or his music too loud.
So you see, I just want the best for him;
POINT BLANK PERIOD!
I don't want him to feel any pain,
Nor any harm to come to his way.
He’s growing up, and he won’t be my baby for long;
I’m so afraid of this world and the harm it may cause.
It doesn't matter how he was raised, his background;
Or what community he’s from; still
He has that beautiful dark skin, so many seem to be afraid of;
I want him safe, YOU HEAR ME?
POINT BLANK, PERIOD;
From black and white issues, domestic violent issues,
Women crying rape and defaming his character;
I want better for him, than this world trying to take from him.
I want him away from the negative influences;
As I try to teach him, to always watch his back.
To be accountable for his actions and that trust comes at a price,
And that some friends may try to stab you in the back;
And to never regret who you are or where you’re going.
To be honest and trustworthy and always be a leader,
PLEASE MR. OFFICER, PLEASE MR. OFFICER, don’t hurt my baby;
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I have been searching all my life for heaven in paradise but I just could not find it until my innate spirit reveals it. I searched from country to country over hills and valleys, mountain and plains; I walked until my feet were inflamed. But I could not find what my spirit reveals and what my heart feels.
I was carrying something with me, that was stronger than the energy that radiate in the sun and I had to find it before the day was done. It wasn’t within my reach, or I would have touched it, it wasn’t on the tree or my eyes would have behold it, but it was wrapped around my soul and destiny could not untangle it.You have to find a special code and make a hole in the mountain so that everyone can see what is waiting for thee.
Morning of the sun come and join me, if you have some time to spare, the army is going to march along the square. I have waited for this day to come, when I can go somewhere with someone special like you. I can feel your heart searching for me and when we find each other, we shall be free. I see you everyday but on weekend you go away and I cannot tell where you go and my soul keep searching for something I don’t know, it keep searching for something that I cannot see and this burden won’t go away from me so please make haste to come and rescue me.
Who can tell what is at the end of the road, who can tell
When the sun will come out and when the wretched courage of faith confronts you face to face on your first date, take a good look towards the hill and command your spirit to be still. I believe that the search will not be long, because my heart has indicted a wonderful song and when the time is right I will have right you by my side.
I knew there was something out there for me but I couldn’t tell if it was lodging at the bottom of sea and so I search for a diver to find it for me, and when I cast my lot, I almost fell off the rock, but the pebble fell into the ocean bed at the very spot where they wed and all of the sudden the cranes gather around to salute the crown. Height and might cannot break your will but courage and faith will break through the Iron Gate.
Where would I be if the light shines that seeps the darkness to the trunk of a tree, corner of the road where wayfarer stops to rest where would I be if the building of imagination cloud my heartbeat to the serenity of wanderlust.
Where would I be if the thought of gal written on his innermost, pattern of line sucking pain like peg of rendezvous that render him fruitless ponder to the Panorama Paper,
Where would I be if my bald head where I must learn to taste the soup of life to the sound of personification, where would I be if it fails to describe the velvet in the morning sun from far East of the sky.
Where would I be if the town torn to the twins shape with night cloud of darkness where would I be if the color of my mentality to ball shape where would I be if all the streets weren't dark, where would I be if they pay bills for see the moon in the sky, where would I be if it doesn't let individuals count the stars.
Where would I be if it is dark like monster it surely blames you for my dark skin color to the color of tarmac tightening my understanding where would I be if I have to pay electricity bills while I bath in the sun and count stars everyday, Thanks God the smiling boy keeps on coming from the sky sharing to all.
Where would I be if the sound of bees vanished in the air, to control my imagination, where would I be if the sun stops smiling to the scent of salad,
where would I be if the moon was control by Africa leaders, where would I be if the taste of food was controlled by our greedy
leaders.
Where would I be if the sun stopped given me vitamin D, where would I be if I stopped writing poetry. Where would I be if the night stops swallowing the day, where would I be if the President to construct trains lines in the air.
Where would I be if the city stops to lit candles to see heaven, where would I be if Africa to be self sufficient,
where would I be if I stopped thinking.
Where would I be if the International Criminal Court isn't there, Where would I be if African Presidents weren't indicted to the Criminal Court.
A man acquainted with sorrows and grief
be it then was bruised for our relief
the ones ruling over them kept them in pain
but struck was he so we might Life regain
All like sheep have wandered astray
but he announced to the crowds Gods new day
no violence could be found in his actions done
he spoke of peace in the kingdom to come
He fed the hungry and gave to the poor
tender of heart and kind to his core
oppressed was he and sore afflicted
falsely accused by traditionalists indicted
A quiet man who spoke of verity
taught of loving kindness and mercies charity
the man he was did the broken draw
in every point did he fulfill Gods Law
The works of his hands righteous and clean
his judgment was pure and never mean
a candle whose light has dispelled the dark
his praise for his Father did all his works mark
Jehovah pronounced this the Son he approved
to him was beloved and the World reproved
no harm could be found in his heart or hand
those who follow him will the same stance stand
He sought not mens praise or their vainglory
yet acquired Gods love but by man treated poorly
unlike the kings who Lord over their kin
washed the feet of disciples those lower than him
Did demonstrate he how to walk Truths Way
by example showed traits his disciples display
with accurate judgment in all that he did
to become like him to his disciples he bid
We are not worthy of God to approve
if we do not from our lives violence remove
those who hate and practice manslaughter
cannot become his Son or his daughter
To become like him the Truth you must drink
it must cleanse from you what the world think
upon his teaching consume as your bread
without his life in you , you are still dead..
sources Ps 18 , Is 53 and the gospels
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
“The actual guise of her has become apparent” ~~ The Poet
Engaged in rapturous slander.
Forced by reputation to meander.
Through the annals of time,
Deemed worse than a witch sublime
Indicted as a demon in old folk lore
Seducing men asleep to wake no more.
Maligned, falsely accused, my name abused
Demons to keep them afraid and subdued
We have, violent police and false news today
Now the demons had no need to stay
Pitted the mate of Samael, a demon
Though never receiving his semen
Deemed to be starved of love
These accusations, could I rise above?
No killer was I, at childbirth
Twas unsanitary practices for what it’s worth.
Although I was tagged a man hater
My ill repute was changed much later
Rebranded from a malevolent figure incorrect
It was transformed to one of respect.
Becoming a second wave feminist voice.
A dramatic twist in narrative to rejoice.
Now revered for all my positive traits as reliance.
Independence, empowerment and defiance.
Qualities that rendered me refusal to submit.
Accepting this description I freely admit
Recognized as a model to radiate assertion
In all this time never contemplated desertion.
Fortitude to grasp the bull’s horns
Bravery to repel all man’s scorns
Being the weaker gender is now just a myth
Conviction and diligence I am always with.
No bragging of honor, valor or victory is needed
Any compassion I have is now frequently heeded
I advance with the strength to stymie the foe.
Estimate from where I come, but see where I go
Being submissive with piety was never my station
I stand a symbolist reflection of the feminist vocation
No need for a masculine throng to be invited
The powerful fire within me has been resighted
I am, Lilith by name
I feel no shame.
Giordano Bruno looked up at night
Suggested stars were suns, not just points of light
Planets might circle those many suns
They might even have life, we might not be the only ones
The Church called his words a crime, not just a mistake
For this heresy, they burned him at the stake.
If your ideas undermine the narrative, you're a threat
And in medieval times, that was a bad bet.
[chorus]
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, new ideas are the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice.
In Stalin's Russia, random terror was always feared.
Even geneticists were put in gulags, or just disappeared.
Genetics meant your kids didn't inherit the new you.
And changes to socialist man were every generation's due
In 2014, USA, Brendan Eich went out of line
For opposing gay marriage, he had to resign
Not a church, but his employees made him depart
Though Dating apps like OKCupid also played a part.
[chorus]
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, contrariness is the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice.
In 2024, Efraim Haim revealed his hospital flaw
They were transitioning teens, against Texas law
Puberty blockers, hormones, on an 11-year-old
Now he's indicted, the feds won't release their hold
The old times, regressive, superstitious night
Now we're so progressive and we see the light
We're so tolerant, we don't settle the score
Scratch that, we're the same people as of yore.
And the waves of old keep beating at the shore.
Like dew upon the grass is your Word
refreshing in it's purity when heard
framed within the structure of your Love
distilled with gentleness descending from above
In judgement and understanding Jesus walked
of the rulership of kingdom also he talked
daily he displayed what kind of King is He
the power of his throne and its eternity
To him will the nations submit their rule
for a thousand years free from Satan's cruel
those resting in death he will resurrect
erase every human illness and defect
Your loving kindness surpasses even light
its transparent clarity excels what is right
you have taken up the cause of the afflicted
exposed the traditions of falacy indicted
You have exceeded what was required of the law
philanthropy was demonstrated without flaw
the standards you displayed transcend ideal
those who see your works their sins repeal
As a beacon do you draw a righteous heart
to align oneself with justice ne'er to depart
true reason will always others benefit
your understanding mind is forever lit
Exist there none that shine as bright as you
and Gods favor enlightens all you do
the works of the Truth defines the Ages
that growth is only manifest in stages
To discern with Truth exposes every lie
it's perception sees all affliction and outcry
wisdoms guidence gives answers to questions why
trees live a thousand years but mankind does die
It's vision of the future can plainly see
and distinguish what in man will come to be
times and seasons controlled within eternity
for the healing of the human disparity
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
I see you demon spirits.
My friend's where you abide.
The Lord gave me discernment
Revealing where you hide.
O' hear these words, dark spirits.
I recognize all three.
You cannot hide your presence,
Since when you dwelt in me.
UNFORGIVENESS, was the first one
To catch me in your grip.
Revenge became your offering.
My peace was what you stripped.
Then quickly in, came ANGER,
So easily discerned.
Cloaked with rage, deceit, and hate,
Hot in my heart, you burned.
Condemning words of fury,
You laid entrenching paths,
For PRIDE to rear His ugly head,
The consequence of wrath.
Revenge became my jailer,
For years it held my pain.
Though Rage may have indicted me,
‘Twas PRIDE that locked my chains.
I learned the strongest spirit,
You condemning spirit, PRIDE,
Must be the first departed
Of all the three that hide.
Be ready, Demon spirits,
Your moving day has come!
Jesus Christ will free my friend.
Your end has now begun!
Lord Jesus, help my friend today.
To him, in truth, disclose,
The spirits that imprison him
When called by You, MUST GO.
O' spirits joined as one,
UNFORGIVENESS, ANGER, PRIDE!
Obey these Words that I now pray,
The Words that you despise!
When you were one with Legion
Back in Capernaum,
You feared these Words from Jesus,
Now, "BE QUIET, COME OUT OF HIM"!
Please Jesus, give discernment,
As You have given me,
To fill the void inside my friend,
Once occupied by three.
But most of all, please show him,
Demon spirits seek to live,
Inside a heart that’s broken
And refuses to forgive.