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Our Gift of Easter
"Easter is the holiest of liturgical celebrations~
it is a time of farewells and renewal."
~the poet
The body and blood of Christ given up for humankind,
Crucified on a cross, condemned unjustly, all part of a prophecy;
Betrayed for pieces of silver and lies.
God's plan to save our souls iniquities; his only son the sacrificial lamb,
Resurrected from the depths of deaths darkness,
He lives within us; guiding our path with his light.
Our unwavering faith bringing us to glory,
immortality, throughout eternity.
For: Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date: March 27,2022
Placed 5th in contest
The ruffle of fleece at her neck
makes her feel manufactured, not born—
brushstrokes of windswept wool,
all soft edges and curves
the color of old milk.
Her lips were no artist's accident,
nor the smirk as she lurks
in the corner more knowing
than any ewe usually dares.
Coy smile, a pearled necklace
of fur and her hind-end musk—
drew the brown ram sniffing
while a dirt-faced ex-love nearby
chews through the cud to find
whatever’s left of her.
Closer to the cliff than either,
she teeters, grazing weeds
like the dutiful daughter of lamb stew,
like she doesn’t know the cost
of this life: skin blistered by sun,
meat slow roasted to melt
on the tongue, bones cracked
for their marrow, dreams curdled
and spun into the itchy arms
of some strayed-from-the-flock husband,
all too eager to forget
the warmth of her body.
But Clover knows better.
Knows that sheep go one of two ways—
a fireside comfort or the fire itself.
Knows the herd will go
where they are led,
always too late to see
the teeth of the cliff.
She stands alone,
the day's last shadows
pooling at her feet
masticating through daisies
and regrets. And then she leaps
toward the yellowing horizon
gathering salt-wind in her wool
along with the cliff-kissed breeze
of freedom that promises nothing
but the opposite direction.
sounds of
one lamb bleating
then the mothers calls
carried upon
a swirling breeze
lifting a spirit
such peace
playing in
nature's song
pure as
the driven snow
sweet the birds singing
enchanting heavenly bliss
with angel feelings
butterflies dancing
on currents
upon swirling
warm winds
rising then falling
standing alone
dog at my side
staring across
windswept mountains
such a beautiful vision
blooms an oasis
fills up in thoughts
patting him
on the head
i kneel down
warmly picking
a handful
of daisies
smiling golden treasures
making a ring
inside magically
this mind
love is
all around us
breathing whispers
silently upon
the heart
one worshiping soul
of regal beauty
crowning emotions
jewels when
i look into
your eyes
to see
the deep ocean
our dreams
erasing one
thousand nightmares
finding you
my best mate
to eternity
we will walk
together hand
in hand
through the gates
heaven a lifetime
with a dream
on a mixed cauldron
of vast pleasure
magic spells
out you
Yes, all to Him, I owe!
He paid the price,
the debt that I had greatly owed.
No greater gift He gave, His "life!"
How precious is the blood!
of the lamb that was slain.
For He rose "Jesus," after that faithful Third day alive!
with all power over hell, death and the grave!
How lovely and excellent is the great name.
For it is the name, that is above all other names.
"Jesus," "God is Salvation" "Christ" "The Anointed One."
Resurrected, glorified is He, and He is alive forevermore.
He is the Commencement and End to all things;
and is coming back again!
As the last twinkle
In the brown eyes of Jesus
Faded to heaven
The morning star left Jesus
Darkness covered all
The sun of the archons set
The binding veil torn
Those ones in the sleep of death
Were awakened hence
For the sun of Christ rose up
Envy and dumbness
Were left in the empty tombs
Now they are children
Of the sweet infinite light
Of the sweet white lamb
Though the cup of bitterness
Was always given
To the sons of shining light
By Jerusalem
Yaldabaoth and his archons
In the pride of night
Refused to admit the truth
That they killed Jesus
Allowing Christ to succeed
Which destined their fall
Jews did not deserve their wrath
A wrathful sentence
From the sword of Yaldabaoth
With no foreign aid
The city was encircled
By an iron ring
Cutting them off from the world
Leaving the ash wolf
To burn in their sliced stomachs
The ash to the ash
Men ate the ash of their young
The dust to the dust
Young at the dust of the old
But both lost their soul
The city burned in fury
Turning all to ash
The temple of gold and white
Glory of Saklas
Met flames of orange and red
From his blind fury
Three towers of soot gazed down
At those ones enslaved
At Hades's consuming flames
And stood with the sky
As a last testimony
Of heaven's glory
By the order of Titus
The glorious gold
Of the second day's temple
Was ripped out proudly
By the gold feathered eagle
With a purple tongue
The temple's gold was taken
To his cage named Rome
Hundreds of thousands of Jews
And many Gentiles
Of innocents lost their breathe
Jews were crucified
Nailed by Yaldabaoth's anger
And nailed on despair
To mock the nailed lamb of white
The eagle of gold
Was too useful for Saklas
To tear apart yet
For he hunted and slaughterd
Sheep of shining light
In bunches of dripping red
With his claws of white
But this wrath tore the red veil
From the third temple
Veil of Mosaic patterns
Was torn from Christ's Bride
Showing her face of beauty
Showing her soft lips
Skin glittered with gold and white
And eyes of twinkling gnosis
The Plot thickens
As the wicked, evil one;
Lucifer;
Mankind says it was an apple;
That lead Adam astray;
That lost Eve that day;
but it's ticking. . .
The sounds of the bombs that linger on
Imposing, expelling, I found
doesn't matter what king of fruit it is;
Wasn't an apple
It wasn't bout' the fruit at all;
It was bout' man fall;
His disobedient, led him to faint;
HOW YOU GONNA LOOK GOD IN HID FSCE SND TELL HIM IT"S HIS FAULT
Because of the WO-Man He brought. . .
I believe that this was a blessing first;
Until Lucifer Saw this and cursed...
As a symbol to the lamb;
God made man first but those please understand;
The devil tricked Eve first
The Eve showed man;
and that is how Adam cause the first sin;
It was more than a soldier was;
more than a lamb
more than admiration
more than a plan
The tree of good and evil
No on knew what that means;
IT WAS MORE THAN, MORE THAN AN APPLE TREE
Trust the Father this wasn't ever meant to be;
We're more important that the birds and the leaves in the trees;
Even all the masses of the great seas;
God knew, God knows God choose....
IT WAS MORE THAN, MORE THAN AN APPLE TREE;
It's not about what kind of fruit it is;
It was totally all about man being obedient;
But sad to say, he fell that day
It was more than, more than an apple tree;
Even tho the tree of good and evil;
MY choices, my decision what's that got to do with fruit?
no one knew what this means;
it was more than apples of an apple tree;
IT WAS MORE THAN, MORE THAN AN APPLE TREE;
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2007(c)
From Anthology "More Than An Apple Tree"
Bend low before His humble bed,
the Savior of the world is born;
with angel choir overhead
bend low before His humble bed.
The manger beams, a cross outspread,
shadowed His head with crown of thorns;
bend low before His humble bed,
the Savior of the world is born.
Born to bear a cross and die,
to be our sacrificial Lamb;
the King the world will crucify,
born to bear a cross and die.
To sin the great, final reply-
He who forever reigns, I AM;
born to bear a cross and die
to be our sacrificial Lamb.
Light of the World, forever shine
from manger, cross and empty tomb;
within meek hearts Your love enshrine,
Light of the world, forever shine.
Baby born to kingdom divine,
let all men to Your peace attune;
Light of the World, forever shine
from manger, cross and empty tomb.
Copyright, December 3, 2017
It's Christmas Time Again Contest
Broken Wings, Sponsor
Moses began with blood on wood, the lamb to slaughter went,
Not until the birth of Christ, the significant intent.
Upon the cross with hands held high, the nails biting through his wrists,
Yet never once upon the cross my Saviour did resist.
Unto the maiden at the foot, his body laid and bare,
His mother Mary held him close and offered up her prayer.
And so today I ask you all, what price would you pay,
For such a man to take the cross in such a loving way?
The sins of the world he took within, and so harsh his heart did break,
And I know that mankind is not so false, that this life taken, was a mistake.
So look upon your wrists and feet, upon your side and back,
No scars will ever upon you show, for he took them with every lash.
Whipped and torn his flesh did tear, his blood flowing upon the ground,
And through this torment that he bore, he never made a sound.
What right has man to use his name in cursing and in vain,
The Lamb who took our sins away, Blessed be his name!
The Lamb to the slaughter*
submitted freely to sovereign will
fulfilling heavenly role to die in my stead –
with priceless holy sacrifice and precious blood to pay
for my ransom, as a sinner condemned for everlasting fury
toward divine quickening so I can rejoice
in the Saviour’s eternal redemption…
Such Lamb of God slain
from the foundation of the world
now constantly upholds my very being
along my becoming, guarding me from sin-slaughter
enabling me to delight in His assured forever…
That Lamb is my Shepherd**
Who leads my steps to walk on
paths of righteousness with love
directing my heart toward trusting
His promises, glowing with hope, smiting doubt…
The resurrected Lamb with His grace
anchors me by the Almighty’s truth and mercy
letting my faith bloom toward kindness’ fruition
propelled for reaching-out, vanquishing selfish blight…
Yes, the Lamb of God midst His love
secures me throughout the end and beyond
sanctified from guilt, assured triumphantly
with His pardon so I can share granted blessings…
Indeed, I worship the Lamb Who is my Lord
for enriching me midst contentment
to keep on sharing the Gospel, while writing poems
propelled by His power, conquering my debility…
While praying to the Lamb for compassion-optimization
here am I humbled, serenely blissful
fervently desiring to do best against flaws
acknowledging that my all is nothing without
the LAMB OF GOD***.
*Isaiah 53:7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
**Psalms 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
***John 1:36 And looking upon Jesus as he walked, he saith, Behold the Lamb of God!
February 2, 2025
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 30" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/9/2025
10th place, "FEB 2025 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/8/2025
Talked to a fisherman
He said he hadn’t had a bite in days…so I bit him
Hickory dickory dock
The mice ran up the clock
The clock struck one…
If he clears concussion protocol he’ll start tomorrow
Mary had a little lamb
…and mashed potatoes too.
One potato, two potato, three potato, four
That’s all I could afford so I walked out of the store
Walked into a church. There sat a tethered parrot on a perch.
With a wily rasp he asked if I could “un-tithe” him
Purchased a pack of condoms
The sales clerk said: “that’ll be $6.95 plus tax”
I replied: “forget the tacks, I’ll tie them on”