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The ship is a cradle of silk and of wine,
Where the Prince sleeps in lace, oblivious and fine.
But the air tastes of iron, the moon bleeds a glare,
And a shadow is creeping up the mahogany stair.
She stands by his bedside on needles and glass,
Watching the ghosts of her sister' hair pass.
The sea-witch's bargain-a tongue for a blade,
A debt to the deep that has yet to be paid.
The toll of her transformation:
The Tongue: A root pulled raw, a silenced bell.
The Feet: Each step a rhythmic, stinging hell.
The Heart: A hollow shell, filled with brine and bile.
The Choice: His cooling blood, or her own final mile.
He dreams of the temple, the girl on the sand,
While the "foundling" stands over him, dagger in hand.
She remembers the sting of the salt in her gills,
And the way that his laughter gave her the chills.
She does not weep bubbles; she does not turn to foam.
She's a daughter of predators, far from her home.
With a strike like a harpoon, the silver bites deep,
And the Prince finds a silence more eternal than sleep.
The sheets bloom in crimson, a coral-reef red,
As she tastes the first word she has ever since said.
It isn't a plea, and it isn't a sigh,
But a low, guttural hiss as the shoreline draws nigh.
She leaps from the railing, no longer a ghost,
Leaving his corpse for the gulls on the coast.
The ocean receives her, not as mist or as air,
But as a queen with a crown made of his golden hair.
For forty days and forty nights,
Christ stayed out in the desert.
Weak from fasting and tempted by the devil,
He cried out to His father in prayer.
What suffering the Son of God endured.
Later in a garden he prayed too.
Taking on Himself the sins of mankind,
He wept and also bled
from every pore of His precious body.
What suffering the Son of God endured.
His own disciples couldn’t stay awake
watching over Him that painful night.
They fled when He was captured.
One even had betrayed Him just for silver coins.
What suffering the Son of God endured.
Whipped over and over again most cruelly
with lashes that cut deep into His skin
while being mocked and having
a crown of thorns placed on His head,
what suffering the Son of God endured.
Forced to carry the heavy cross
on which the Romans nailed Him up to die,
Jesus prayed a final time, while giving freely
His sacred life for all who simply would accept Him.
What suffering the Son of God endured.
March 29, 2022 for The Easter Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
When God made man, He made him good
In His image, the first pair stood.
Their existence centered in Him
from their hearts sprung a holy hymn.
The place God made for them to stay
spelled perfection in every way.
God’s plan was that, their life on earth
would be filled with heavenly mirth.
An alien foe of God and man
presented man another plan
and as seducers often do
man’s heart from God he slowly drew.
The alien’s goal? Destroy and kill
and every soul with evil fill,
to separate man from his God,
and perceive Him as fraud or flawed.
The state of human life today
exists because Satan holds sway.
Sickness, storms, famines, wars, and strife
are his tools to destroy human life.
E’en though the foe detoured His plan
God has not changed His will for man.
He’ll vanquish Satan, sin, and hate,
then a new earth, God will create.
As man was then, he’ll be again,
when over him, God’s will would reign.
Choose God today, let Him hold sway
Bow before Him and daily pray.
And when at last, Eden’s restored
God will to you, a place afford,
then with the saints of every race
you’ll sing of God’s amazing grace.
Once Upon A Time In The Bath
Archimedes scrubs and rubs in his bathtub but the cake of
soap slips from his hand again and once more and drowns
~ Next to the plug hole minding the swirl of all plight ~
He does not give up easily he is a logical legend after all and
before insight washes over him like a cloth of veiled beauty
~ The lather slides down on pearls of slithering foam ~
He parts the water and reaches down between his feet which are
clean by now ‘cause being a mathematician he starts at the base
~ From valid footing of premises to conclusion ~
This strikes me as de ja vu was there not this man at the slope
and if I remember he always fell down while the rock stayed on top
~ As he became one with the fragments of Self ~
If I could defy gravity and tame that flipping toppling soap I’d be
able to wash the crown on my head and the roots for salvation
~ Cracking all that bothers my fellow humans ~
Instead the tub burst into two halves of Yin and Yang with one
almighty bang metaphorically dividing fateful error from truth
~ Trial and terror murky head but always a choice ~
Archimedes might order a new tub or jump into a natural river
resign to not washing his head and stick to his feet or bow his
~ Genius down to the soap with tears in his eyes ~
06th May 2018
What a shock
Literally an earthquake shock
Strolling through the thrift store
And there he was, an employee, of all things
taking stock from the shelf and packing them right up
He deemed shelves better empty than full
Vladimir Putin!
I almost walked right over him!
He had such a serious solemn face
I couldn't help but stare
He stared right back
He held his glare
Quietly, I whispered
"I know who you are my friend"
He looked around nervously
"shhhhhhhhh" he said
Responding I said "it's ok Vlad, the secret shall be ours and ours alone"
spa-see-ba
pa-zhal-sta
As I walked away I saw a slight grin on his face
I too smiled
Someone you see
Has the same sense of humor as me!
Alexander though couldn't laugh
He was dead
He is sworn in holding a branch
Cut from the tree of life and a vine
That's sacred he swears to protect
His people the tree and the vine
He swears by the sacred abode
Shortly afterwards he gets the vision
Go to Nineveh Jonah and warn them
He departs not to nineveh but to Taasis
Aboard the ship they have no option
But to throw him overboard into the sea
In the belly of that big fish choking on seaweed
Three days seem like three thousand years plus
This is too much he's now praying earnestly
My Lord i will accept your will i will go and warn
The fish spews him in the great city of wonders and signs
This time round they spit on him pour dirty water on him
Hurl insults at him beat him up yet he says repent.. repent
His message over he then moves to the edge of the city
In the deep of the night Khat the sacred tree grows over him
And the African orchids encircle the roots - the base of the tree
Roy rubs his eyes inspecting the fruits from the tree -tree of life
Three days from today this city will be destroyed....
Thinks Roy he will tend to this tree together with his descendants
In the midday sun a ground worm ate the root stalk of the tee
It then ate the root of the vine... both tree and vine dried up
And a SOUND says... Roy i have forgiven this city i will let it live
Roy is astounded but the SOUND rebukes him..
Roy you are willing to protect a vine and a tree
Yet you care not for this great city go home..
Roy departed and went back to his home
The sign of the prophet Jonah will portend the coming of age...
Roy remembers during the ceremony he had chewed the leaves
And the visions were no more than Khat visions he's still perplexed
Roy goes back home and starts reading the sacred scripture
CODE 254
Lewis Nyaga
Thoome wairegi
Kings counsel
Perchance, happenstance, my sailor found me
as I arrived (a package deal) but I stole his heart
and wouldn’t share, though some so-and-so tried.
She’s lucky she’s still alive. Thankfully my sailor
couldn’t be bribed. He was revived, not villified,
by my return. He told me all about so-and-so.
I said so-what, we had just met, no big deal.
But I didn’t know she’d hide behind rocks, at the end
of our dates, ga-ga-ing over him. Her glasses brim
with puppy loving, but I stole his heart. It was around
my neck so she couldn’t find it. Kick to the curb,
so-and-so, you're so outta there. Really “out there!”
My Prince, thus nicknamed, brought me to a movie,
first base - ahem…I mean on base. We kissed,
we missed what was playing in the dark. He took
my hand as our lips played like a bow and harp.
I momentarily look up. Some chump, who worked
there was holding my hand - I am NOT that kind of girl.
Roll up your sleeves…knock out this jerk, this l o s e r.
MY sailor had won my heart. No other hand comes close.
Did I tell ya, I also had a sailor in the chow hall, during
boot camp, lick my boots - no my hand. What is wrong
with the seas. Glad I swept up the pearl and not the disease.
9/2/2022
O God where are you?
have you forgotten me?
I can't see your face
where can it be?
My hearts sore with sorrow
each and every day
the enemy looks down on me
how long will it be that way?
O Lord speak clearly to me
help me from this plight
lighten up my eyes
take the darkness from the night
Don't let my enemy win
for they'll rejoice in that
leaving me all shaken up
bound down and flat
But your steadfast love
I trust rejoicing in your salvation
for you've dealt with me graciously
so I sing to the Lord with elation
AUTHOR NOTES:
How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I take counsel in my soul
and have sorrow in my heart all the day?
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?
Consider and answer me, O Lord my God;
light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,
lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him,”
lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.
But I have trusted in your steadfast love;
my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
I will sing to the Lord,
because he has dealt bountifully with me.
Psalm 13 vs 1-6(ESV)
I awoke in an icy hot sweat, Fearing;
Oooahwa, hovered over me, Sneering.
Had no shape, had no form, Amazing;
Out of his mouth his words, Blazing.
His fiery words burnt into my soul
Oooahwa to me his life did scroll.
I nod my head as I understand, Aching;
I'm scared to death my body's, Shaking.
Oooahwa breathes,lifeless breath,Giving;
Those around him,lifeless death, Living.
Oooahwa,no respect for dying.bravely
Those who knew said he died, knavely.
The ghastly darkness of his soul Reaching
His audible silence,to me keeps Preaching
Oooahwa's ominous silhouette Teaching
His hellish hand on my soul,was Bleaching
All of a sudden my mortal mind reeling
My arms,legs,and body dead,no feeling.
He awoke in an icy hot sweat, Fearing:
I hovered over him Sneering; Yes SNEERING
"I am ancient, I am Lord. My beginnings are lost in the darkness
of the past. I am not dead. Nor am I alive. I am the undead."
Count Strahd Von Zaravich
A story perhaps truth, perhaps fiction ...
He was the eldest child of a noble family and received a military
education and by twenty-four was captain of an army commanded
by his father. Brilliant, courageous, respected by his men. A warrior
and leader. After his fathers death he became Count but by middle
age he felt that he had squandered his youth. A great darkness came
over him. He conquered Barovia and took up residence in the Castle
Ravenloft, where stained glass windows glittered in the sun. But the
castle became decrepit except for the library and study of Strahd. He
forged a pact with Dark Powers to achieve immortality becoming a
vampire, cunning, bloodthirsty and horrific, trapped, forever alone,
forever feared. An abusive monster, selfish, evil, jealous, violent, but
he could love and have his heart broken, and it was his curse.
His brother Sergei, joined him at the castle and Strahd fell in love with
Sergei's love but she rejected his advances and on their wedding day
he murdered his brother but Tatyana hurled herself to her death from
a balcony in Castle Ravenloft. And although Strahd married three times
he never found the love he sought. He was doomed to a dark life with
no end. So, the message to this story is wanting immortality is not such
a good thing to seek. Perhaps, Strahd still dwells in that ravaged castle
Ravenloft , alone and doomed . . .