Long Parables Poems
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As I lay still in the darkness
before dawn shakes off her sleep,
my fingers excitingly caress
the beauty of your cheeks
it's morning that lies and listens
as I kiss you another good day
each passage yet to be written
in a sweet impassioned way
touches burning deeply
on worthiness they do graze
awaiting undue attention
in this Labyrinth of a maze
beheld my chest to wander
and wonder what it may
cutting through the cinders
where hearts have come to stay
the fires in the distance
and those held fast inside
burning brightly with surveillance
with the secrets I shall confide
whispers of the damning
mysteries lighting up our sky
your hand homing for protection
naked our babes no longer cry
through the wetness that fills the breakwater
comfort resides in simplistic tones
no pretension in the parables
the beats felt all the way to Rome
I see the eclipse in the shadow of your moon
When he died, no one told me.
Why would they, I had not seen him in years?
Yet that day he kept walking in and out.
“The world ends at 5 O’clock”.
His voice rings.
Tortured Nostradamus parables
fluttered-by like migrating whooping Cranes.
“I recall looking at my watch, and seeing only
the sun turning around a scarab beetle.
I asked a running man
how he was timing his race? The runner was
too busy counting to answer.
I thought of the nursery rhyme,
and the farmer’s wife and her carving knife;
the blind mice running.
My stone house was ticking like a Mayan calendar.
My chair rocking back and forth like a metronome.
That evening he left my mind empty,
his face was just a clock
in a Salvador Dali painting.
Of course, I never knew he was dead,
I just heard what they said.
mankind is assured of many things until the very end
we will live, we will die and yes we will commit sin
but true Christians are also assured of many things as well
the love of Christ, eternal life and that they ain't going to hell
but all of that assurance was by Jesus' blood guaranteed
when on the cross He gave His life as a sacrifice for you and me
the sins of mankind that eternal debt of which we've incurred
when Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden didn't obey God's word
we've been on a course of reconciliation to get right with God
but unfortunately a disobedient nature has remained within our hearts
and the only way for us to ever pay back this debt
is to become disciples of Jesus the Christ who is our spiritual rep
Jesus the Christ is our Messiah, our Advocate and our Savior
He lived with us to ascertain the cause of our disobedient behavior
He dwelt among us to teach and to preach to us the gospel truth
His task to instruct us with parables of what God desires we do
blessed assurance our guarantee by Jesus the Christ
blessed assurance as we live this Christian life
living by the word of God to worship Him in truth and light
meditating on the word of God to walk by faith and not by sight
blessed assurance for the debt which Jesus paid
blessed assurance for the living water in which we now wade
Jesus removed all of our fears when from the dead He did arise
it was a display of God's power for us to revere and surmise
that God is all mighty, He's all powerful and God is all good
and we should praise and honor Him as obedient children should
blessed assurance when to Him we draw more nearly
blessed assurance as we follow His word more clearly
for you're in better hands with God than you would ever be with ALLSTATE
for you are assured, you are insured, you're guaranteed just keep the faith
It’s been a long time since we talked, many days have passed
A bitter road I have walked but those days won’t last
For I had lost my way in a test that I always fail
As I forgot to pray and thus this story of that tale
The pandemic had come causing my routine to change
But to all of this I was numb as it didn’t even feel strange
As each day had passed my new routine became the same
Seemed I put Jesus last and in this I felt pretty lame
But I was stubborn in my way, towards the Lord I was defiant
I wanted things my way and missed every sign He sent
But I knew something was missing because I felt it in my heart
And so I began wishing for simply a brand new start
Remember the prodigal son, the Father ran to him upon his return
Well I finally said I’m done as Jesus told parables that we would learn
So as the new year rang in
I decided to return Home
Resolute in conquering all my sin
There’s no longer any need to roam
Luke 15:11-32
The Prodigal Son
Surrender all to the son
Unity three in one
Revel in his love
Redeemention from sin
Entrust our life in him
Nurtures us as we grow
Deliverance from our foe
Erase our past
Rejoice in his love that will last
1 Corinthians 6:20 ESV
For you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.
Psalm 13:5 ESV
But I have trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
Mark 4:11-12
And he said to them, “To you has been given the secret of the kingdom of God, but for those outside everything is in parables, so that “they may indeed see but not perceive, and may indeed hear but not understand, lest they should turn and be forgiven.”
Romans 8:28-29
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. Amen
one of my favourite songs is I surrender all by Lincoln Brewster
and take my life and let it be consecrated Lord to thee by Chris Tomiln.
Raised to believe many things
One which a guy from up high
Comes flying out that sky that we all see
It had to be literally
Did i believe it?
Without a doubt i did,
Because the one who trained me
told me nothing was hid
I grew and trained and meditated on this as a kid
Was lead to believe this era was far from kingdom come
How far from the truth was this.
Now it beats on me like a drum
The day i became self aware i was delivered from the dragons liar
Enraged he was that i began growing out my hair
Becoming his end, a vicious truth with a cold stare
Freshly crafted nunchucks marked by sevens
3 days later
I can only tell you an angel put it there
Truth is ....it is true
but my trainer missed the vitual tools
Parables connect us from what we do
Poetry and emotion are not apart
And we are not damn robots
I chose it just as it chose me
But....it answered my question to an extreme
I was the only one in this existence
that can deem myself eternally
My other self sealed this deal
By blood sweat and tears did he feel
Seems tho that hasnt changed as the end is near
But maybe this time...
I feel i need someone else to help me see
I dont know why but its what has always driven me
To put an end to your enemy is to see as they see
And at the end....choose whats truly honorably
And so to my blood family
I become ronin
Because i am me
To Rise, conquer,
and in truth ...find honor
Until the end of my journey sets me free
The Trojan wars has begun
when we whom do not agree
in certain opinions branded as influencers
this is a new age word created by hate
Claiming certain individuals are from the dark ages
speaking of justice being critically accurate
clinically pinpointing the raw nerve exposed as bad roots
in what is condemned to be truthfully laid bare has rights
Narrative has taken an awful twist towards bullying
in the opposite direction within no man's land
pushing evil agendas down a person's throat as caring
academically impaired those claiming knowledge
When we witness this physical exchange
reshaping everything logical in this world
to speak within council
replacing it with what I say
For those outside the kingdom of God everything is in parables
giving us visions enabling us to hear correctly
but not understand least they should turn and be forgiven
When he died, no one told me.
Why would they, I had not seen him in years?
Yet that day, he kept walking in and out
of my mind’s eye.
I wondered why?
“The world ends at 5 O’clock”.
His voice rang in my ears.
Two tortured Nostradamus parables
fluttered-by like migrating Hooper Cranes.
“I recall looking at my watch, and seeing only
the sun turning around a scarab beetle.
I remember asking a running man
how he was timing his race? The runner was
too busy running to answer.
When I turned around to catch up with myself -
I was gone”
His words scurried through my head
like white mice. I wondered why?
Then I thought of the nursery rhyme,
and the farmer’s wife and her carving knife;
the blind mice running.
The house was by now, ticking like
a Mayan calendar. A dry terracotta ticking,
without any glass cover
to keep his voice from getting louder.
"The world ends at 5 O’clock,”
he repeated.
I wondered about that some more,
That evening he left my mind empty
as if it had been a fortune telling booth
he had rented for the day.
I could not recall his name,
and even his face was just a clock
in a Salvador Dali painting.
Of course, I never knew he was dead,
I just heard what he said, and
I wonder why?
We’d like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard,
ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps,
his doddering progress through the scarlet house
to tell his mommy “boo-boo!,” only two.
We’d like to think his reconstructed face
will be as good as new, will often smile,
that baseball’s just as fun with just one arm,
that God is always Just, that girls will smile,
not frown down at his thousand livid scars,
that Life is always Just, that Love is Just.
We just don’t want to hear that he will shave
at six, to raze the leg hairs from his cheeks,
that lips aren’t easily fashioned, that his smile’s
lopsided, oafish, snaggle-toothed, that each
new operation costs a billion tears,
when tears are out of fashion. O, beseech
some poet with more skill with words than tears
to find some happy ending, to believe
that God is Just, that Love is Just, that these
are Parables we live, Life’s Mysteries . . .
Or look inside his courage, as he ties
his shoelaces one-handed, as he throws
no-hitters on the first-place team, and goes
on dates, looks in the mirror undeceived
and smiling says, “It’s me I see. Just me.”
He smiles, if life is Just, or lacking cures,
Your pity is the worst cut he endures.
But hack him down and still he’ll always rise,
lifting his smile to the sun or the star-filled skies.
Published by Lucid Rhythms, The Eclectic Muse and Victorian Violet Press, then nominated by the latter for the Pushcart Prize
It must be nice to speak of love so fluently
without getting stuck in memories
Love is heavy for me
It doesn't gracefully dance through fields of flowers barefooted with the
heat of the day warming my soul with burning desires.
I missed out on that phenomenon
My love is tainted
Singed at the ends
I loved with one eye open.
and with all the lights on.
But then Love caught up to me
my gate was open
and he entered with no invitation
He spoke of love in parables with wide eyed expectations
and I cried between the lines
He spoke of love with no faults
telling me it has no enemies.
I felt his approach
Even through my thickness
My heart jumped and I lost my train of thought
I fell off balance
he reached out
caught me
held me
and still hasn’t let go.