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He beat upon his breast
As he fell to the ground
Mumbled words escaping
Heart's pain formed into sound
“Please…Forgive me, oh Lord
I am so full of sin
This wretched game of life
Alone…I cannot win
I’ve cheated; I’ve lusted
I’ve inflicted abuse
Dear God…I clearly see
To you…I’m of no use
“Forgive... God…oh, forgive…”
His beard soaked up his tears
As gut wrenching sob
Gave voice to all his fears
The “righteous” man just watched
His pride filling the place
“I thank God, heaven’s light
Is shining on MY face.
Lord, you know my good deeds
I help the poor in need
I gladly give my tithe
For Lord, I have no greed
Oh Lord, I’m not like him
That poor man on his knees
I’m glad I can stand tall
For I live life YOU to please.”
On sinner and not “saint”
The good Lord’s blessing fell
He needed to be saved
Enter heaven and not hell
The other felt holy
Justified in his eyes
The Bible makes it clear
His "righteousness" was lies
A lesson comes to us
About the sin of pride
People who are humble
In heaven will reside
So be kind and gracious
Remember your true place
For the humble in heart
Will live to see God's face.
Jade Celeste
I'm going through my older writes and reading posts left by friends. :) It is like reading a journal and reliving lovely memories. This is a poem I posted a long time ago, and I'm reposting it now. I feel that I need to learn this lesson. We get hurt when our pride is touched, but who are we to be proud? We are finite and God is infinite. We all make mistakes, and we should forgive one another. We sometimes see others sins and are blind to our own...as in this story recorded in the Bible. I'm willing to learn. Christ was humble enough to wash the feet of His disciples...even the feet of his betrayer. Who am I to do otherwise. I need forgiveness...
This christmas you’ll know how great I am
Ya I’m the man.
You want diamonds and a car? I’ll do better by far!
Porsche extravagance and a solitaire
brighter than the North Star.
The present I want to unwrap is you
laying seductively under my wife’s tree
My christmas colour is pink mystery
together we joyfully can rewrite history
cause baby cakes you do things to me
that make me not care
about her misery
This christmas is hismas
so let’s fill it with ecstasy
As we laid there intertwined
I felt shock waves
going through my mind
I couldn’t see or feel you, I’d gone sense blind!
In the darkness
my blissfulness unravelEd
“PLEASE let me hit Rewind”
But it was just liquid black I could find
They came and removed
my wrinkled soul
and l was forced to leave you behind
Christmas morning
I was placed into a pretty box of pine
Family and friends didn’t show, not a sign
You who I thought was mine
drove your new Porsche
down Rodeo Drive
Later some caviar and wine
No worries you felt better than fine
After all you have plenty of rich fellows
waiting in line.
“Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to you.”
Across the Abyss
I watch the Angels celebrate Christmas
as on my chest I pound my fists
Why wasn’t Jesus there on my Christmas list?
My knee is bowed, I now confess
but no one can get me out of my mess
The more I lusted for turned out to be less
Now my soul is burning and I can find no rest
I felt powerful like a god
believing that was why I was blessed
By trusting in myself
I failed the ultimate test.
For Bobbie Burns, “Beyond The Niceties of Christmas Poetry Contest”.
In 1976 the release of High Voltage
(In grade six) this is old school dopeness
Then Dirty Deeds [were] Done Dirt Cheap
Still in grade five, wanting summer relief
So I Let There Be Rock
Because of all the other schlock
So came the disco rage
I liked Blonde but even more Powerage
My first attempt at poetry was lost in the past
It was behind my painting [stolen] of the abstract
Out of Eight Grade, and the summer went well
Over the radio I heard Highway To Hell
And Bon Scott’s AC/DC were on the verge
Then it opened with a funeral dirge
And out of boom boxes Back in Black shot loud
It accompanied me on my paper route
When I heard the cannons and opening salute
For Those About To Rock was about to shoot
My mind in kind as I Flicked the Switch in ‘83
(A kind of Jailbreak) as I graduated high school early
And ended up in Georgia in the barracks
If I could’ve been a Fly on the Wall like a poster with tacks
(I wouldn’t ask Who Made Who, It was The All In All)
And I shouldn’t have lusted because you were married
I should’ve stayed away from Sherri, harried
And I’d Blow Up Your Video screen
I couldn’t get your perfume off of me
Then I walked The Razors Edge
As I tried to find my way away from the ledge
And as the walls were being dismantled by a Ballbreaker
I was playing the heart breaker
I was told to keep a Stiff Upper Lip
Even after the death of Dad and Nick
I slipped on Black Ice and into a Rock N Roll Dream
The things of this world were growing strangely dim
This is when Jesus changed my life
(A timely clearing of the mists of time)
And I started losing interest in AC/DC
I changed focus to more on Jesus and less on me
So I hold up a sign that says “Rock or Bust”
But it was in the Rock Jesus that I trust
It's been a long way here from where I once was
So now I Power Up on God and His love
One summer I fell in love with Popeyes chicken and Barqs root beer.
Lusted over a Mexican rose in the crumbling flat upstairs.
In the daytime I moved furniture and shuffled dreams.
Come eve I'd slouch in the aluminum bleachers aside the gridiron.
Merrily gorging and drinking...though quite alone.
Happy in the glorious simplicity.
Tossing silver cans and bird bones between hash marks.
Wiping greasy fingers on the stars...
Basking in the sweet scent of irony...
You see, in high school I secretly hated jocks,
They'd flaunt those sparkling letters and harvest all the pretty girls.
I flaunted F's and got their leftovers.
Now they were getting mine.
Many moons later,
My lips still crave those cold silver cans with little red barrels.
Remembering the silhouette of a rose in a crumbling upstairs flat.
Some things are never meant to be opened...
The Moon became quietly jealous
One night when I surveyed Venus.
The usual glory reserved for her
Went to the dancer with Perseus.
At first, she passed for a star
Sparkling high above a church roof
But as she moved down further -
Her ample speed gave proof.
Outgoing clouds didn't shroud
The evening sky of cerulean blue.
Enchanted, I stayed around
To observe her quick rendezvous.
Fair Venus shined like a jewel -
Like one worthy to be set in a ring.
Because she was so beautiful -
She sent a jaded Moon waning.
The wide net of the Milky Way
Was cast and failed to pull her in.
She outshined the Dog Star
And evaded sly Orion
And as the Sun moved below -
He teased her with stealing her glory.
She lusted for that power
And disappeared after him shortly.
Tho' I know her general stream
And her light is brilliant and dense -
She's been gone. I haven't seen
The Elusive Lady since.
Disturbed by the interruptions
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction
If achieving a goal
What's in it for me
Ain't gonna work cause
We are not in control
Tallow shall disguise the
Earthy taste of the ostrich
and garlic and onions
Shall compliment it's already
beefy taste
the mushrooms and wines shall
Subdue the gameness
and crumbled bacon shall
Enhance it's taste
Cerleies and salts
With sun-dried peppers and
Sun-dried tomato's shall
Crust the external show'd
Display
We shall cheer with wines that
are appropriate and garnish
Shall accompany the display!
An anchovies and lemon sweet
caper sauce was an alternative
To the cowboy gravy show
I adored them both
But wanted the
Wagyu burger
I longed and lusted for it
One of the lady body guards
Bought six burgers
Up to the room after
The ice cream and cake show
I knew her Friend from Canada
He had been a Bouncer at my
Club in lobster town Maine!
Hollywood thumped with disco
I danced to a
Slutty Opera Tune
I love my wife
Aria Concerto
She make love just
Likes she dances
She Herself is poetry
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
To her it’s a theory , that can’t be proven
Because she is loved by many but acknowledge by a few
I disagree; she is a goddess without denial
She does not only turn heads
But she is the reason why
I believe God has favorites
Her beauty can not be described
Mere vocabulary will not serve justice
The truth is her beautiful, black long hair
Does not go unnoticed
It sadness me that she believes her gummy smile ’
Is not admirable enough to focus on
Undeniably, she is my muse
Her desirable physique is lusted over
A blessing or a curse
She is a cactus in the desert
Many desire to drink from her waters
But she is a women of standard
Too good at protecting her womanhood
Her curves and waist is so perfect
It is as if she was sculpted by a Greek God
Not just any artist
An artist with an appeal for
The finer things in life
I believe she is not human
She is like the portrait that hangs
In the middle of the gallery
She is on stage
Lights hovering over her
Cameras on her
And the press is her audience
No matter how many new pieces of artwork
Enter the gallery
She can not be replaced
The reality is individuals do not
Have the taste for the finer things in life anymore
She is as fine as a white wine
Served on the coastal harbor
I love her
but she doesn’t even know my name
Mama said some things are better off
Admired, then approached
She is a combination of
Delicacy, luxury and refinery
A five-course meal that serves with style
I know you're thinking.
I am only talking about her beauty
Off course she is more than her looks
But I believe poetry
Is something that is seen by the third eye
A doctor has her stethoscope.
A firefighter has her firetruck
And a poet has her poems
I got lucked out and I got the luxury to see her
My soul purpose in life
Is only write poems about her
Poetry does not have to be articulated
Read by many, understood by a few
A linguist would say
The synonym for poetry is Her
Her whole existence is too bold not to write about
And I believe she herself is poetry
Unveiling of the righteous King has come.
To bring a peace upon the ravaged land.
A war was fought, the loser did succumb.
The soldiers now are just, by King's command.
A Prince of evil tried to claim his realm,
And tethered people to a hopeless place.
With blade from sword and chains to overwhelm.
He stole and pillaged all without disgrace.
A brother older strode to their defense.
From ancient land to where a prison held.
He paid a ransom held at great expense,
And slayed the tyrant Prince his anger quelled.
The throne he lusted for the Prince had claimed.
Brought anger forth from rightful King he blamed.
contest The Deadly Seven
1/20/16
For the moment let's get intimate
forget the lyrical sentences
I'm out spoken/heart broken
I'm everything I wasn't
something that I never I was
In Love so deep,
sometimes I think how I got this way
and I gotta cry myself to sleep.
I sweet talked my way into her head
worked my way down to her jeans
but... I see a lot y'all
looking at me funny so I'll
explain to you exactly what I mean
you see, she approached me
when I was vulnerable & hurt
I met her at the bar scene
wit that little two top & little mini skirt
she spoke I spoke back
but while I was busy trying to relax
she was busy trying to fade to black
You see I needed her as much as she needed me
she believed in me and... I trusted her
she loved me and I lusted after her
but while these events were occurring
I guess she felt it was necessary
to talk me into going home with her
so I wouldn't have any worries
but when you're with a perfect stranger
sometimes it could get scary
so I tried to act like I was in a hurry
but she saw right threw me
maybe because my vision was a little blurry.
The intimacy I'm speaking of
goes a little deeper than love
burns a little more than slugs
and it bleeds more internally than the lost of blood.
The more intimate we got
the more I was feigning for her a lot
you know... the type love with every
moment you spend with her
be feeling like you shot,
thats what this is
it's a lethal injection and even though
we just met it wasn't no second guessing
because sometimes when you with the
opposite sex, just with eye contact
it can make you feel so wet.
Two years later I love her
but... she hates me
so since we ain't making love physically
It's just...
Lyrical Intimacy
With our move into the country…simplifying is what it’s all about
We look critically at those things we need…and those we can do without.
From furniture and household items to clothes we find at the bottom of a drawer
So many items we’ve discovered we don’t use or wear them anymore.
So we’ve been piling and stacking these items on our porch
since in our life we no longer choose them…
to be given away, hopefully, to other families who will use them.
Well, word must have spread on the mountain…
because this morning what did we see
rummaging through these items but a raccoon family.
A mommy and her three babies…easy to spot by their distinctive masks and tails
Testing out our goods…like shoppers at a rummage sale.
Normally they come for food…looking to see if we’ve left them a surprise…
but this morning it was the items on the porch that caught those raccoon eyes.
I greeted them from the window…and when Mom looked up at me…
I told her to take whatever she wanted…that everything was free.
I said you’re welcome to the Dirt Devil…if it would fit into the hollow of your tree…
She smile saying, Thanks, but It’s much too big…and we have no electricity.
I tried to interest her in some pots and pans…She said raccoons don’t cook…
If’ it’s okay with you, she said…I think the children just want to look.
So I eased off the sales pitch…allowing them browse…as the night turned into dawn.
and the next time I looked out…the raccoon family was gone.
I’m not sure if they took anything…because in their life there is nothing that they lack
But by the way she lusted over that Dirt Devil…I imagine this evening…they’ll be back.
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