Long Ordain Poems
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As the sun was wandering the skies
It came upon the Crucifixion, and had to close its eyes
The day that God in Jesus Christ reconciled us to His side
The sun had to withhold its rays and hide
At noon the darkness did ascend
The words of Christ did amend:
(“Father forgive them their worst”, “I Thirst”
“Today in Paradise you will be with Me”
“My God My God why hast thou forsaken Me”
“Woman, behold thy son.”, “It is done”
“Father, into Thy hands My spirit I commend”)
The Sun of Righteousness shines without end
From A to Z, He rules all of history
Your eyes are too pure to look upon evil
But why do you allow it and ordain
The unjust and the just to be blessed by rain.
The prophet Habakkuk has asked
Why are we always to be tasked?
Roust Yourself, Lord awake
Take your hand from Your bosom and give the Earth a shake
O Master, I laid all my burdens before you
I set all my pains, joys, and dreams at your feet
Surrendered them all for the chance to adore you
That we might be joined in communion so sweet
I gave you my life, which you gladly accepted
Desiring all my devotion and praise
You claimed me—no part of myself was excepted
That Your perfect plan might ordain all my days
I yielded myself to a life of abandon
To follow my Shepherd wherever You lead
You captured my heart by your grace and affection
I truly believe You are all that I need
But now, in my hour of trial, I falter
I see I am weak, and am losing control
I cry as my gift is consumed on Your altar
Becoming short-sighted, forget I the goal
Did I not yield freely my life to your lordship?
Did I not desire Your altar’s pure flame?
I chose to surrender, no matter the hardship
And yes, my intentions today are the same
I gave my gift freely; my life is to serve You
You rule o’er my heart and my life still today
Yes, there at Your throne I gave everything to You
I shall not take back that which I gave away
With April showers gentle rain
From clouds of silver tinged with grey,
Reflecting through the windowpane.
Springtime weaves magic once again.
New life on earth grows day by day,
With April showers gentle rain.
Spring sings again her sweet refrain!
A chorus to natures bouquet.
Reflecting through the windowpane,
A sunlit rainbow will ordain,
Springs crowning glory on display,
With April showers gentle rain.
A shady glade a leafy lane,
Adorned with flowers wild array.
Reflecting through the windowpane,
That daily journey on the train,
Those changing scenes that throng the way.
With April showers gentle rain,
Reflecting through the windowpane.
In the mirrors of Moirai
kismet and karma kiss adoringly,
unaware of this betrayal they label as life.
In the hallucination we call birth,
words whisper like bitter winds,
composing a metaphorical manuscript,
weaving a quilt of invisible inflictions.
Silent screams serenade in childhood bloodshed,
where no messiah arrived to rectify sins of saints -
so some languish among abandoned souls.
Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed,
they feast amongst our freshly prepared banquets.
In a fathomless pit, I'm slaying prosaic demons,
before indigo hues turn ebony -
who are they to destroy my dreams?
I never heard the birds sing
in a playground of lucid lullabies.
I still recall the ghosts of featherless angels,
swaying upon swings adorned in garlands of grief.
Their eternal spirits flickering in silver embers,
evolving into perpetual vessels of reflection.
Confused in a realm of revolving doors,
tarnished paths only withhold wrath,
leaving behind trails of trauma,
where twisted trials lead to disfigured destinies.
Glass hearts only break in battles with burdens,
so our spirits become victim to Medusa eyes.
When each sigh flows like a slow poison,
we search for virgin daffodil dawns,
as distractions to numb the pain.
Fatigued from the battles from
those who rebel against our hearts -
we seek solace from sojourners of invigoration.
Blessed are those who connect with universal harp strings.
Who merge with the sacred aura of music.
Who notice the stars before twilight,
comprehending the glory of sunrise,
as an analogy against adversity.
I was not designed to be a flower,
contained in a snow globe,
covered in ivory flakes when shaken.
I have forgiven the blameworthy,
who are guilty for chaining an inner child,
but I'm still waiting to break free.
Before I waste away and my thorns decay,
ordain upon me the fortune to cradle love -
let me flourish in the field where Rumi's roses bloom.
Faulty compass of drifting swain
Freelancing on arid, desert plain
Passion fires mind of careening train
Burning loins long each satin sheath to stain
Sculpted dunes seductive beauty do feign
Smooth, silky curves do the froward eye entertain
But the silted grains proffer momentary gain
Entrancing mirages with frothy water holes detain
Anon, overwhelming desires the burgeoning libido enchain
Strained limbs long the rite of passage to explain
Scrubby growth shrouds the perimeter of fragile domain
Pubescent psyche with confusing, hormonal signals overlain
The overheated circuits a disoriented path ordain
As eroding winds of doubt doth the surface disdain
Insecure conduits more and more inward shame drain
Seething shadow flutters in constantly changing terrain
Each step on serpentine course causes more growing pain
Until stumbling on rational plateau containing deep, emotive vein
Conquering the debilitating elements that immaturity did restrain
Lord grant me the humility to seek only for your love,
To pacity my yearning for the knowledge of above,
As my arroance compels me to doubt my fellow soul,
And I in vain attempt to gain the glory of your being,
It seems that every answer does just prove the last one wrong,
Please endow to me the gift that you've endowed so few,
To love my brother as myself and so in turn love you,
So I might believe in just one thing that shant prove wrong,
My faith in your creation is briefly in disjoint,
In true faith I might gain strength to embrace this pain,
That I do nurture in my mocking and disdain,
My god, I'm not religious, the Bible is sometimes false,
But you are real to me in steady quickening of my pulse,
Give me inner brilliance that only you ordain,
So I love all creatures, and take place amongst your reign.
Feel feisty flame
Opt odd ordain
Ripe rapture reigns
Observe odd one
Unzip undone
Rich rivers run
Prize pretty pace
Run remote race
Etch earns embrace
Charm creams clear case
Opt old out-place
Choice claims cute craze
Impulse ink-stains
Ooze opts obtain
Urge unrestraint
Sense swift sounds speak
Mind meetings meek
Intense ink-tweaks
Chase crazy crop
Hurl happy hop
Appease apt-opt
Ear earns enthrone
Live lovely loan
Zesty zeal zones
Answer apt ask
Choose crispy crust
Heed hoarding husk
Apply apt aid
Ripe rounds reap raid
Yields yes you-paid
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2015
Singapore
In eternity past, God would ordain
a place to which Satan would appertain.
Darkness ruled in this void and vile domain
wherein grief, grudges and greed were germane;
addicted to force, would Lucifer wane?
Outright rebellion goes against God’s grain,
His plan called for a selfless Savior slain.
Demons tried to distract this one in vain;
from the world’s evil, He vowed to abstain
and pledged earthly woes to gladly constrain.
Destined to be a Redeemer who’d reign,
He drained himself of glory, heaven’s gain.
Jesus, the Christ, chose the cross and its pain,
suffering rejection, mankind’s disdain.
Mercy, grace, love and justice, His campaign.
August 5, 2019
contest: Emile Pinet, Eight Word Challenge
I have a wonderful feeling,
That everything is Okay
I’m not just relying on this feeling;
God is in this present way;
And I
Acknowledge the impossible
I acknowledge the way
He is my portion
In His I am ordain
I am His promise
I so acknowledge
Heavenly way, and this day
I have a wonderful feeling,
That everything is Okay
I’m not just relying on this feeling;
God is in this present way;
Whose I am
I am in Him and in Him I AM
His beloved son I am
He’s is my Daddy God;
In Him I am blessed in all
Hallelujah
I so acknowledge, Heavenly way, and this day
I have a wonderful feeling,
That everything going to be, Okay
I’m not just relying on this feeling;
God is in this present way;
And I
Acknowledge the impossible
I acknowledge the way
He is my portion
In His I am ordain
I am His promise
I so acknowledge, so being this is…
Heavenly way, on this new day
6/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Stay true to love ‘though ebbs and flows may come;
Take hold of joy and treasures it may hold.
Allow not sin or sorrow find a home,
Invest your heart in beauty, peace untold.
Resist death’s grip, remember pain will pass;
Wake filled with hope, embrace the new-lit morn.
As night gloom falls, dark spirits may hold fast
Yet dark will fade into a day fresh-born.
Trust memory to keep you safe from harm,
On its sweet wings find peace in times of strain;
Trust each refrain to sweep you in its arms.
Have faith in friends, let family ordain
Each stumbling step will finish in a dance.
Stay true to love, its promises are dear;
Take hold of joy, give life its proper chance
And let no man invest you with his fear.
Raise up your eyes, in heaven stake your dream;
Stay true to love and life you will redeem.
By Deb Radke for Linda-Marie's contest 'Stairway to the Stars'