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KINGDOMS OF POWER
man - with his little sphere of influence,
claims mighty power, in his smallish hands.
mini empires, like stars from the universe,
like microscopic atoms - they march on -
stomping, squeezing, squashing, squelching - mere men.
they think, it will shut them up, dismember time.
movies hail them with majestic symphony,
shuffling through narrow streets – clanging harsh.
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on quiet mule, (a little braying – perhaps),
a humble man, a meek child bride – travel.
heaven’s spotlight upon them - star of Bethlehem!
angels gaze, wisemen seek, shepherds shake,
as a virgin gives birth to a unique boy
one that, if he chose, could play with this earth.
this infant king is bigger than life itself,
“Adam’s breath” received from His own spirit.
while little men sleep, in castles of gold,
the sinless Savior lies in a manger.
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the puppeteer pulls the strings, supposing
he’s in control - chops wood, prepares nails -
draws blood, sweat and tears. on stage, all appears
lost. hope is buried. a huge stone is rolled,
blocking entrance to the holy of holies.
but wouldn’t you know, God can tear it in two!
innocent blood was spilled on this spoiled earth
claiming it back, redeeming us, and pow…
the power and majesty of the living God
shows up, shows off. Light raises the dawn.
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once again, He is quiet, biding His time
giving kingdoms a chance to change their minds.
to arrive at this conclusion – you must be saved -
lest you die, an eternal death! not wanting
anyone to perish, He holds back his sword.
if our tongues would do the same, and believe,
confess, instead of curse, just believe, and
be saved, because His majesty WILL BE praised.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
That’s my Cecilia sitting over there,
with brown eyes and wavy hair,
a joy that’s truly blessed my life,
even since she became my wife.
But things were not always so
if you go back twelve years ago,
she said her vows to another man,
A brave solider named Ed Bergand.
They were young, in their twenties,
with little cash but love aplenty,
for six years they were together,
withstanding all the stormy weather.
I can hear it when she reminisces,
hear the love for one she misses,
a joyous time, for them both,
until one day Ed was made to go
oversees to fight Islamists,
he died battling terrorists,
amidst the chaos and the strife,
Cecilia lost the love of her life.
Understandably, she was in tears
and lost for most of three years,
such a loss I cannot conceive…
but after three years she met me.
Took her for a night on the town,
oblivious to what had gone down,
we had ourselves a very good time,
movies, dinner—wine and dine.
For a great year we then dated,
her great loss I appreciated,
I could not be jealous of Ed,
a hero who for his country bled.
In time she began to feel love,
and for me that seemed enough.
But her love for me is different,
not so fiery and exuberant,
I know this because her voice soars
when she speaks of he who went before.
I say nothing, and I never will,
just swallow down this bitter pill,
besides, we can’t squabble right now,
with pregnant women, it’s not allowed,
cause soon enough the day will come
when we will welcome a new son.
Maybe that will drive it home,
this piece of us to call our own,
or maybe this is just my fate
forever stuck in second place,
the love of her life, lost to time...
she doesn’t see that she is mine.
I was in need...so I clung to the streets thought it was so
glamorous the loyalty was sweet, but in the end it ends
just like the movies, either you dead or in prison, or rat'n
for some cheese. I was deceived, by the world as far as
love went I figure if I'm true to her she'll do the same or
walk away but I guess I was longing for the saviour who
was Heaven sent, so still I know no matter how hard she
tries she could never feel that desire she was never
meant to, but to be help mate my rib the one that makes
it that easier to walk threw the fire. I was in need, of the
music that spoke to my soul and convicted my spirit,
thank God for these Godly lyrics, and anointed lyricist
that I could look up to, I needed to Xscape I found
someone I could run to, but still I gotta die to myself daily
the truth is I'm a sinful man so daily I need saving, I
needed someone who's grace was amazing because it
was so evident I was born with an addiction I needed the
joy that the pastor said I was missing so I start digging
and this is what I found out, I needed to be born again in
Christ and change the old me not just confess it with my
mouth
We make our worlds from what we know
And since we’re all unique,
I may be quite well-versed, yet you
Won’t know of what I speak.
From TV shows to children’s books,
Museums, movies, plays,
My knowledge comes from what I learn
While living out my days.
Yet talk to me of swimming pools
Or Facebook, football, stocks
And I have nothing I can say;
I’m empty as a box.
To fill me up would have me go
To places I’m not knowing,
Although such forays would, of course,
Insure that I’d be growing.
Horizons that expand are great
But limits to my time
Prevent my branching out beyond
The borders of my rhyme.
Party invitations popped up in everyone’s hand.
The Wizard invited everyone special in the land.
With magic galore, it was destined to be grand.
He made sure good fairies and elves were banned.
To respond they were invited to RSVP The Wizard.
On the menu would be yummy fricassee of gizzard.
And a huge bowl of sautéed toad eyes with lizard.
The host planned it was held on a night of a blizzard.
All in readiness as the guests were arriving first.
Were offered blood cocktails to quench their thirst.
Little did they know the drinks were cursed.
Sit tight you haven’t as yet even heard the worst.
For entertainment a banshee wailed a blood curdling song.
Dracula danced with Medusa to slow songs all night long.
When he tried to bite her neck, her snakes came on strong.
Witches and goblins, ghosts and ghouls all shared a bong.
Pinning the tail on the donkey beware as the donkey kicks.
Not bobbing for apples in a barrel, these were live chicks.
There were ghastly horror movies playing, Taylor Swift flicks.
All had nightmares after the party the Wizard was up to his tricks.
At the bottom of my bag
Are many things I should discard –
Such a mound of crumpled tissues
They’d be hard to disregard;
Some expired Metrocards and stubs
From movies I have seen
And a little bag of pretzels
Given out at Halloween.
There’s a boarding pass from my last trip,
A pen that has no ink
And a business card from someone
With a website name and link.
There are sticky, half-wrapped cough drops
And receipt upon receipt;
Add my make-up case and wallet
And the contents are complete.
When my bag goes on my shoulder
It will also hold my phone,
Which provides an explanation
Why to muscle aches I’m prone.
Still, I’ll clean it out tomorrow
But I know what happens then –
Just one crumpled tissue later
And the pile begins again.
Watching a good movie,
the one on demand,
or the one I receive from Netflix
is the smartest thing to do...
sometimes going to the a movie theater
can be a thrill, but curving back into a recliner chair
is even better that setting next to a bunch of noisy kids
who refuse to shut up and use foul mouth!
I like action movies, but they are too bloody,
so a cowboy's or funny movie is my next choice...
the sarcasm of Clint Eastwood is acceptable:
you get to see what a real cowboy was then!
The silliness of Gerard Butler makes everyone laugh:
it shows the other unknown side of masculinity.
So indulge like me in those kind of movies...
lay back, munch on those crunchy, hot popcorn
and wash them down with a soft drink or beer!
There is music for the ears and fragrance for the nose,
delicious foods for taste buds, touch of satin in a rose.
But for us, the many lucky ones who have sense of sight,
art visual surrounds us, to fill us with delight.
No sense of hearing do we need when in the presence of
God’s beauty found in nature and gifted by His love.
God also gifted artists with creativity
to enchant all of our senses, especially visually!
We see it in our fabrics and clothing that we wear
enhancing many body types - this from designers’ flair!
It’s in our architecture - awesome structures in this world,
in statues and in pottery from which mere clay was swirled.
Famous paintings in museums are well-renowned as art
so visually stunning that they touch a person’s heart.
Photography and videos and the movies we hold dear
entrance our mind and sight as well as what we hear!
Creators we were born to be, like God, whose artwork is
the finest we can emulate. The best we see is His!
March 2, 2019 for Line Gauthier's Creativity in Visual Arts
There's too many people and not enough room
Take a trip to the market any afternoon
Highways are jammed with cars six abreast
Crowded hospitals people waiting for tests
Long lines at the movies or your favourite eatery
Suburbs are expanding we're losing our scenery
How to survive if populations keep rising
Leaders are concerned which is not surprising
Don't have any answers only same questions
Begging for help have you got some suggestions
The ingenuity of man has always come through
When threatened we've always known what to do
Let hope mankind finds the solution some day
Otherwise our civilization will just fade away
Remember your very first movie?
I surely remember mine
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
It was nineteen thirty-nine!
Went to a matinee with my parents
“Sit still!” my mother said
Saw two movies and a funny cartoon
Still dancing round in my head!
I remember being really frightened
By the sight of the wicked old Queen
Soon as Dopey came bouncing along
Happy times returned to the screen!
The music's been around for a lifetime
Remember “Whistle While You Work”
And “Someday My Prince Will Come”
That's when my ears started to perk
Sure don't make 'em like that anymore
Now they're 3-D animated gems
Amazing but I long for the simpler times
Sure wish I could live 'em again!