Long Kneel Poems
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when you're feeling low and hope seems thin
for you've taken too many hits on the chin,
life is looking bleak and dark
and you've lost your inner spark
let the spirit of God in you abide
let His mercy and grace to you be supplied
look up to His heavens they forever burn bright
stand on his promises come into his light
now start walking around being amazed
give God the glory. Give Him all the praise
allow His light to shine down upon you
accept Jesus as your Savior true
let the spirit of God in you abide
let his mercy and grace to you be supplied
look up to His heavens they forever burn bright
stand on His promises. Come into His light
know firsthand that there is none like He
know of His word for with it there's victory
know that his power has no limitations
kneel to Him in total supplication
for He alone is the one true king
and with Him you can do anything
embrace Jesus reach new spiritual heights
welcome His goodness except His might
now let the spirit of God in you abide
let His mercy and grace to you be supplied
look up to His heavens they forever burn bright
stand on His promises come into His light
allow His light to shine down upon you
Accept Jesus as your Savior true
for He alone is the one true king
and with Him you can do anything
so let the spirit of God in you now abide
let His mercy and grace to you be supplied
look to His heavens they forever burn bright
stand on His promises. come into His light
The dawn of day breaks the night
Through cigarette smoke there's a hazy light
Cold shivers still remain
Memory of a face still causes pain
Homeward bound, no injuries to see
But will they ever care or know what's inside of me?
War makes a man become a beast
War breaks the man and lets his hell release
They look at me with pride, some with fear
Though I see through the same eyes; that person they all loved is not here
Now a legal murderer sits before them, one who can't stop his hands shaking!
A quiet, humble man now he will become
For deep down I know just what he's done
I see my young sister and tears fill my eyes
Her innocence, pride and love; she simply can't disguise
I remember a boy screaming his sisters name
On the hellicopter out of hell I saw him holding her in his arms and over the rotor blades I could hear his pain
His face looking at me and his demanding screams of WHY?
When our boots hit the ground she had to die?
When battle takes hold and bullets fire into the flame
Explosions crack the fabric of the night, senses die in pain
I look at my face and see death behind my eyes
I recognise the features of the boy I liked in this man's reflection that I now despise
I pray for the sun to go down so I can kneel alone in the dark
Where I can cry out my screams........
for the family who's world we tore apart.
Written 15th January 2017
THE SUNDAY MORNING PLEA
Sunbeams gently pierce my sleepy eyes,
Waking me up, whispering, “Arise! Arise!
Gather your tools, prepare your vision,
The children await your joyful mission.”
Ah, another day for learning’s delight,
A Sunday of teaching, shining bright.
Little ones I'll meet, with eager hearts,
To guide and mend their wandering parts.
First, I kneel in prayer, humbly I stay,
Asking Him to guide my way:
Grant me patience, enthusiasm, and grace,
Tenderness, fondness in every embrace.
The lessons I present, not just in books,
But with the passion that Jesus looks—
A loving heart for each child’s mind,
With every word, may they grow kind.
THE AFTERNOON DELIGHT
I watch my beginners, their talents unfold,
Their promise like sunlight, bold and gold.
As the sun climbs high, so do they,
I dream of their soaring, come what may.
The loving touch of my hands,
My embraces, my kisses, my reprimands,
Through guidance, they’ll learn and grow,
And leave with the wisdom I bestow.
THE TWILIGHT OF DESTINY
Though my juniors now take flight,
My teaching continues, day and night.
New faces will come, fresh and bright,
But I stand firm in my calling’s light.
What joy fills my heart when they kiss and hug,
Their warmth lingers, my spirit snug.
I now realize with gentle pride,
That my teachings are cherished far and wide.
Yet my deepest longing is to see once more,
Those who walked through my classroom door.
Wrinkled faces, silver hair,
I sit, reflecting in my rocking chair.
Though the years may blur their names,
And faces fade in time’s soft flames,
The bond we share, it will never die—
A memory that never says goodbye.
THE DAYLIGHT IN ETERNITY
I ask not for earthly reward,
For my labor is blessed by the Lord.
Faithful to His truth and plan,
My heart rests in His loving hand.
Now in heaven, before the Master I stand,
Among the faithful, guided by His hand.
I walk the aisle, and I see them smile,
Then hear the clapping, all the while.
A crown awaits, my work complete,
In eternal joy, my soul’s sweet.
Once there was a girl so small,
Innocent, naive,
She saw the good in everyone,
Too trusting to believe.
She looked up high to figures bright,
And learned what they had shown:
To pray, to trust, to kneel in faith,
And never stand alone.
She grew into the “good girl,”
Applauded, calm, and mild,
Not broken, lost, or unaware,
Just quiet as a child.
In a world of rules, reward and pain,
She learned to stand still,
She learned that order kept her safe,
And silence bent her will.
She stayed prayerful, haters around,
Yet chose to make no sound,
Believing storms would always pass
If silence could be found.
Just an ordinary girl,
With a gentle, fading smile,
The kind you barely remember
After a little while.
"Black Tulips for the Dear Departed"
Stumbling between the Immensities
Cobwebs like lace capture her
keep her fixed at the door waiting,
should she cross over now, or remain?
Time is evaporating, time is dissipating,
the past is holding on tight with it’s claws.
Black Tulips for the Dear Departed,
like a White Lily she opens -
she walks through the door.
The light is astounding,
a legion of angels rejoicing
He is there waiting
with pearls at His feet for her,
she must kneel to uncover
rust blood wet on
so many book covers,
she washes His feet with her tears
Sapphires His eyes jubilation.
He beckons her closer,
“Here is your Book,
Let me read it to you”
He gives her His hand
it is warm to the touch,
He conveys this,
His message to her,
“This could hurt, let’s review”.
He smiles, she is His,
melting, golden
Lux Vitae
immersed in His presence
born again, LIVING
renewed.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
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The moonlight spills across the pavement of the sidewalk.
Our footsteps echo in the dark.
I’m not quite certain so my hands are in my pockets.
My imagination or a spark?
You whisper softly, your voice warm in my ear.
I can’t remember my replies.
I can feel you sighing but I cannot seem to hear.
I’m already lost in your eyes.
The shadows kneel before the twinkling of the starlight.
They cannot hide the way I feel.
I’m so uncertain for I cannot read emotions
Nor understand what they reveal.
You step closer until I can feel your heartbeat,
A voice, I’m told, that never lies.
I wish to answer but there’s no way I can speak.
I’m already lost in your eyes.
When you’re beside me there’s no need for words or motions.
I’m content to listen to your sighs.
I feel that I am falling, drowning in emotions.
I’m already lost in your eyes.
Your arms are now around me, I feel the need to tremble.
The world around us now is gone.
We bid farewell to moonlight as the sun greets the horizon.
Our love is warmed by the dawn.
You smile gently as our heartbeats join together.
No longer solitary lines.
Moments in a lifetime, I wish they were forever.
I’m already lost in your eyes.
I’m already lost in your eyes...
Propelling the will to strive soaring high
Midst inspiring words for celestial fly
Poetry springing from the depth of heart
Enlivens hope against worthlessness’ sigh.
Exposing realities of word-paint
Verily presenting truth without taint
Bringing enlightenment glow to the mind
Advocacy poems stir up with “Don’t faint.”
Creating vivid scenes for soul-delight
Indeed exuding bliss of love so bright
Uplifting poems hoist kindness to reach out
With friendship-warmth kindling fellowship light.
Midst liberty bursting out bounty-gain
Proclaiming serenely, “The Lord does reign”
Divinely exalting poems prop worship*
Beautifying life against woe and pain.
Along free verse or rhyme’s melodic flow
Driving toward spiritual go and grow
Gratitude poems expose faith in action
Praising God to radiate prayer glow.
*Psalm 95:6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.”
November 29, 2022
4th place, "Poetry is a life-cherishing force" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 12/1/2022.
May I tell YOU a story , about Prayer in my Life
There was a time I hated my GOD, (as a foolish waif)
I cried for so long when HE took “ LENORE “ my Wife
It took 26 years before I Prayed “Please keep Lenore safe”
Now every time when I kneel down, Bow my head and Pray
I know that GOD will answer me, in a very LOVING Way
Let’s all hold hands, and Pray to GOD for Sara and Her Son
A Prayer or two For Rhonda H and my Friend Vince’s Son
Take away the pain and Sorrow as we praise YOUR Name
Yesterday , Today , Tomorrow , and for the eons of ETERNITY
In the name of the Father - God : The Son - Salvation : and the--
Holy Spirit - The Comforter Who absorbs the tears WE cry : AMEN
Dedicated To Sara Kendrick and HER Family May YOU be Blessed
by the POWER of PRAYER ; With LOVE ALWAYS...Harry
The Rage of Mother Earth
(Warning those who destroy HER)
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves Human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You, who deliberately have put Me
Through the tormenting agony of dying
By strewing your treacherous dark web
Of your unworthy ambitions, all over my face
Shadowing my generous fertility
And rendering me sterile,
Behold!
For the time will come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel, you tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos
For the shiny heavy sword
Of universal justice,
Punisher of transgressions
Guardian of the eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you
And those who would survive
Will feel the torturing pain
In their hearts
For thousands of years!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
My Child the time is growing short.
We really need to talk.
There are things that you don't understand,
So you rave and rant and balk.
You want to captain your own ship,
Won't kneel before a Master,
Because many who have lived by faith,
Have met with some disaster.
But all men serve a god My Child,
Be he low or noble born,
But it seems the more a man is blessed,
The more he tends to scorn,
All that's good and right in life,
And all that makes good sense,
But for showing such distain,
There must be recompense.
The sheep who stay within the fold,
Are fed, protected, sheltered,
But those who shun The Shepherd's care,
Are food for wolves and buzzards.
Come home to Me while there's still time.
I'll open wide the door.
Come home while I still reach for you.
Be strange to Me no more.