Long Israelite Poems
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Goliath was a big threat to Israel
A giant with intimidating records
Of military prowess which turned Israelite soldiers
To a bunch of faithless cowards
And to an army of lily livered derelicts
As they capitulated in fear
And let the sleeping dog lie
While Goliath had his fill
Threatening God’s own army
But it took a lively faith and just a stone
To bring the mountain of a giant
Crashing to a disgraceful end
As David used faith as heavenly currency
To purchase heavenly grace
And brought the boastful philistine
To a dismal end
Are you faced with any life’s challenges?
Look back with faith on God’s track record in your life
And be filled with amazing strength and power
To overcome all Goliaths threatening your very existence
Make the strings hot
When Eddie Van Halen is scalin’
Make the strings hot
When Randy Rhoads fingers explode
Make the strings hot
When Angus Young’s Gibson SG strums
Make the strings hot
With Pete Townsend’s windmill trend
Make the strings hot
When Jimmi Hendrix uses his mouth picks
Make the strings hot
When Jimi Page uses a bow on stage
Make the strings hot
When Jeff Beck serenades the neck
Make the strings hot
When David Gilmore comfortably plays chords
Make the strings hot
When Chuck Berry walks aviary
Make the strings hot
When Bo Diddly plays it fiddly
Make the strings hot
When you hear Frampton and Clapton
Make the strings hot
When you hear Brian May play
Make the strings hot
In a rockin' classical theme of Yngwie Malmsteen
Make the strings hot
Where Howlin' Wolf
Said Robert Johnson sold his soul
Make the strings hot
When Eugene Martone and Steve Vai collide*
(And Johnny beat the tempter sly)*
(Of all the Israelite kings)
One, a cunning player of strings*
The Wall Between Us
There stands a barrier between us.
A wall in the most literal sense.
But it's taken on another form,
The height of which stands immense.
There was a crack within it once.
As a carpenter, you patched it well.
Now on your side of the mended wall
You choose to hide away and dwell.
You spoke of desire within your heart,
And even promised your love is true.
What keeps you away and confined
Behind a prison wall built by you?
You created a rampart I will not cross,
For to breach it I fear I may stumble.
If I could I'd ask the Israelite, Joshua,
To make your wall weak and crumble.
With restraint, I will not seek a way
To open a crack in your wall once more.
If you truly love me you will discover,
Within your wall you can build a door.
When he came to it, he found nothing but leaves,
for it was not the season for figs. (Matthew 11:13b)
Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him and said of him,
“Behold, an Israelite indeed, in whom there is no deceit!”
Nathanael said to him, “How do you know me?”
Jesus answered him, “Before Philip called you,
when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.”
(John 1:47-48)
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Two interesting passages, one fairly harsh lesson:
A tree without fruit reveals unbelief.
A fig tree will fruit first, before it leafs out,
so a tree that has leaves should have fruit underneath.
Fruit underlies the outward appearance;
at least that’s the way it is supposed to be.
And how true this is of the human condition:
to say we’re a thing when we’re not is deceit.
When I say what I am, and I am what I say,
then I’m like Nathanael: a man without guile.
When Jesus first saw him there under the fig tree,
He knew he’d bear fruit; about this, no denial.
Our fig leaves conceal us on Facebook and Twitter,
daring the world to see what is behind.
We're fearful our flaws will soon be discovered;
our facade and its shallowness, others will find.
And so we beguile and we weave and deceive;
naked, ashamed, we hide in those leaves,
not trusting the one who tore back the curtain,
purchased us broken, in anguish and grief.
You may not recall, but shortly thereafter,
at this deceit, Jesus levels a curse.
He returns from the temple with his disciples;
the fig tree is withered, unbelief is judged worse.
A blessing is given to those who admit need:
a dwelling place readied, with many a room.
But woe to false pretense and to the deceivers,
whitewashed and empty, alone in their tombs.
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for the This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
on the subject of 'Fig Leaf'
written 04/02/2022
The Construct of an Essence Forming
Collaborative custodians of remuneration for the poor
Commemorative symposiums on humans need for wanting more
Symbols of ancient mystery drawn upon cave walls
Thimbles of fragrant misery born from what a man recalls
A nieche in the marketplace, an advertisement that lies
A piece of someone’s face falling plastic from their eyes
The grief of the replaced calling out for compromise
Attitudes of servitude that call for investigation
Gratitude for the interludes that fall for the relief of compensation
Exactitude that can only conclude to stall the consternation
Platitudes that are borderline rude based on weak configurations
Instantaneous satisfaction born from greed and lust
Sub-cutaneous mathematical fractions that only scientists trust
Spontaneous interactions that are based on sense and must
Contemporaneous fine contractions that are born from the modes of break and bust
An ethical integrity that cannot be mistaken
Umbilical propensity that will not be mis-shapen
Ventriloquist alarmists miming political ideals
Soliloquies, pharmacists, timing hypocritical appeals
Contrite sensibility coming from a place of inherent goodness
Finite possibilities running the race of concurrent couldness
Hematite magnifications of ions colliding for war
Israelite pontifications of lions at the gates of Daniels door
Cocophonies of entropy expanding out through space
Topographies and symphonies sounding with an air of grace
Corroborrees and ancient trees expressing wisdom from a race
Soliloquies and poetry forming from a lifetime of disgrace
The basic convalescence of a soul pure as white
The corrupt adolescence as the whole begins to fight
The abrupt incandescence of a goal reaching the light
The construct of the essence of a mould in pure delight
Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Morozl
Is God Jewish, keeping kosher
and laying down the Law?
[Though the Israelite name
was unpronounceable--no vowels,
because what human can truly
speak the name of God....]
Is God a Roman Catholic,
with an army of saints behind him?
Or maybe He's a Mennonite,
plainly dressed and plainly spoken?
Could God be a fiery Baptist,
reminding us that hell's torment
is as real as heaven's joy?
Might He be an Episcopalian,
soft-spoken, and all so polite?
[Though in England He would
say He's an Anglican, and have
a classy British accent...]
Perhaps God is a Hindu,
manifesting in 33 million ways,
or maybe He likes to be called
Allah in the desert places?
What does it matter what
God's name is, so long as
you seek Him, and know
you are not God...?
Spiritual Monsters
Mental Monsters
“What about you talking?” asked Master Satan.
About psychology. About psychologists.
“Tell me.”
Yes. I don’t like them.
“Why?”
They want to rule my mind.
They want to rule my soul.
They want to rule my life.
“How?”
Limited life.
Limited mind.
Limited knowing.
Limited will.
I mean limited personal will.
No imagined personal life goals.
I can’t do my life, because psychology rules my life.
“They chose your life?”
Exactly.
“In the company?”
Yes.Too. Also.
“What about the present?”
I needed a woman there.
“Who is this lady?”
A lady from Romania. From Transylvania.
“More information, please.”
She is around thirty, or a bit younger.
Typically, that character is what I like.
“Understand. Israelite type.”
Yes.
“Continue, please.”
She is Hungarian. She is working in the office.
I am working in the production area. In the kitchen.
So, she is going to break at the same time every day.
“When?”
From twelve to twelve thirty. My break time is not fixed.
I was trying to break the same timer with her.
They saw from the camera how I was running to fix my things.
“Clear everything to go to break.”
Exactly.
“Then?”
They always sent me on break at different times.
Sometimes we met for a few minutes at lunchtime.
But it wasn’t enough to talk.
“Do you think this situation was planned directly?”
Yes. I think I was again a victim of psychological experimentation.
“This was a psychological experiment in London.
Directly or indirectly, by psychologists. Forget that woman.
She collaborated with this kind of psychologists against you.
You are a Hungarian. She is also a Hungarian. But she is a traitorous woman.
She collaborated with this kind of psychology against you. Forget this woman. Forever.”
I do.
“That’s right.”
I want to take a note.
“Do.”
This kind of psychology considers Europeans and
All the other people from other continents are inferior.
I just feel it.
“Thank you.”
“Do you think this kind of psychology rules over its people?”
I think it' psychology that appropriates people.
This kind of psychology considers every person as its own property.
This kind of psychology does not respect the individual.
This kind of psychology is autocratic. Extremely.
You have no will. Your own life. Only this kind of psychology.
I have observed that some of the wars of Israel, both ancient and modern, have been recorded and demonstrate a CELESTIAL infiltration greatly assisting and enabling their victory. Of course, there are those who always project such engagement of the supernatural as fairy tales and BESMIRCH the true history of the Israelite people. I prefer to believe in the biblical accounts than those of revisionist historians. I am forever anticipating the everlasting God who strengthens his people both Jews and Gentiles like the PINION of an eagle, enabling us to reach mountain heights otherwise impossible. I refuse to allow the impassioned THROES of hatred to blind the reality of love's immortal quest to restore all mankind to our original design and purpose. Not only God but nature itself pleas with us to make our short individual SOJOURN upon the earth count for something far bigger than ourselves. Indeed, may we allow God to reignite the light that was infused within us at creation. That light, so cleverly dimmed, smothered, and put out in Adam and Eve, must become LISSOME once more. When such becomes the state of mankind, the FIRMAMENT will give consent, and haters, greed-addicts, and power mongers will disappear like vapor from heated waters. Then, the lion will eat straw and cease the hunt for meaty prey. Then, weapons of war will be turned into pruning hooks. We will study war no more, and mankind the world over will REPOSE.
05222018PSContest, 8- Word Challenge 4, John Hamilton, 5P
She has been a delight
since she first joined this website.
She performs an altruistic rite
both day and night,
sharing her insight.
Pious as an Israelite
ascending Mt. Sinai’s height.
She has ability to distinguish wrong from right.
Lactiferous with human kindness in a metaphorical light.
A moral beacon during a starless immoral night.
Always being polite.
An exemplary socialite.
Never requiring being contrite.
Displaying formidability despite
A genteel cortical initial sight.
Standing upright.
Possessing intrinsic might.
Speaking with eloquence forthright.
Containing innate perspicuous foresight.
She has a voracious appetite
for all knowledge in sight.
In addition, with encompassing insight,
she includes inscribed descriptive might
that can put up a fight
without any fright.
She may write
with words subtly lithe and light,
in quantitative measure appearing right.
About birds in flight,
soaring to great height.
Or sunshine exceedingly bright.
Sometimes a softly moonlit night.
Occasionally of gems of malachite
glowing like green moonlight.
Perhaps rubies luminescent with fiery light;
polished to a radiance shown in a volcanic eruption sight.
She is an experienced poet write;
a legitimate constituent outright
on this poetic workshop website.
She is not a literary neophyte.
The fortitude of a mighty people
has witnessed the awaited moment
of a murderer killed in his mansion;
was justice done...was revenge
and vengeance appeased to bring rejoice
to the thousands who suffered for years?
This brings back that terrifying morning
of civilians dying from the explosion
of two American Airlines planes flown
with excessive speed into the Twin Towers!
The young terrorists thought of the slaughter
as a reward or an act of demoniac revenge?
They vainly died for a non-existent glory,
believing they they would be called martyrs!
No their god wouldn't have allowed them in his heaven,
if their only intention would have been to shed blood...
spreading death and havoc in New York City,
a beautiful city which still dazzles me and I love immensely;
didn't they know that the American infallible spirit
is that eagle whose courage and pride are invincible?
Shouldn't I revel in the death of this heartless man?
I would have wished to see him being tortured by the same folks
who have lost their dear ones....then he would have asked for their forgiveness!
You must think I am very cruel to get even for his killings,
but who guides the quick hand of the man whose heart is full of hatred?
Envy, dislike, wickedness, intolerance of freedom and love!
The Bible teaches to love one another regardless of race and religion,
but did this murderer love his own people and not live by the sword?
No, he did not...he incited his followers to commit murder
and bring everyone to his knees as Hitler wanted to do!
Should these two murderers' names ever be remembered?
Then again, you will say vengeance is God's not ours...
but didn't God command the Israelite to fight their enemies
and wipe them off the Earth with His blessing? War is necessary
when a nation is threatened by outsiders who make evil plans!
Don't be afraid to ask me if the death of a long-sought murderer makes me rejoice!