Long Persecution Poems
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The war it's cold with no signs of any ending, it's like adding another twenty years to a life sentence, even in the heat of the moment lies a cold kitchen, with lukewarm souls, in a dark prism, what's a prison to a free spirit, probably on the scale that some of us think we're worthy of Gods merits, here in the west we know nothing of true devastation, Christians over here see persecution as being verbally abused, the war is cold and that's what they claim their hearts are, but I know real saints who died for the cause real martyr's, and that's a real thug not the lames that holla thug life cuz they gotta brick and a sawed off, I wonder would you still die for ya block if they made you watch ya kids get their ligaments sawed off, the war is cold and everybody claim they gotta heart to match it, but wouldn't dare die for their comrades no full metal jacket, this cold war is heating up is enough ever enough, spiritual warfare is live and well enough bodies to fill up countless dump trucks, only the strong survive and by survive I mean live on in eternity, going threw hell on earth stepping outta that firery furnace with no wounds where the Messiah rains so fervently
May 14 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 23-26
Key Verse – Job 23:16 For God maketh my heart soft...
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HEART CHECKER
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against bitter murmuring and groaning
Thank You for instructing me while leading me from declining
Surely answering my arguments with Your divine reasoning…
Please deal with me and my disputations that need truth-leaning.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against vain longing and desiring
Thank You for covering me darkness of terrified fearing
Surely disciplining my carnality of worldly preferring…
Please soften me from hardship, persecution, suffering.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against discontentment’s raging and surging
Thank You for letting me abide in Your will of revival charging
Surely enlightening my motives around Your freedom’s caging…
Please protect me against unbelief by deceit-discharging.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against threats of crisis emerging and rising
Thank You for bringing me toward Your stores of blessing
Surely feeding my soul with Your bounty’s pressing…
Please provide me as I share without hypocrisy’s cursing.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against attacks of pride dominating and exalting
Thank You for esteeming me despite my worm-stature that’s wasting
Surely purifying my thoughts from vain boasting…
Please remind me of Your love with Your redemption-granting.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against helpless fretting and worrying
Thank You for helping me overcome struggles of futile wearying
Surely counselling my mind from faith-swaying…
Please develop me toward Christlikeness while in You I’m staying.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against wrong choice of treading
Thank You for instilling in me Your precepts for gracious guiding
Surely enclosing my health with Your welfare-guarding…
Please settle me in partnership of stewardship’s upholding.
May 14, 2023
Remain faithful to the end,
Obeying the Father's will;
Overcome the temptation
And the tricks of the devil.
Stay steadfast and firmly strong
Until the very last breath;
Never be afraid to face
The persecution and death.
Always be dedicated
In serving the Almighty;
When the clime is inclement,
Weather the storm in the sea.
Don't stop glorifying God,
Though life is so difficult;
Never cease to praise His name,
And ask to forgive your fault.
Quench not the Holy Spirit,
Just wait, for Christ shall descend;
Soon judgment day shall arrive,
Remain faithful to the end.
Strikingly crafty logomaniac presents...
what else... his trademark blatherskite!
While sprawled comfortably
numb upon davenport
Iowa daily dose of poetic mishmash,
thus yours truly couches, kneads, sports...
his imponderable matted
swiftly styled balderdash
noah intent to kindle
potential ark enemy, nor abash
please pardon your
garden variety philologos,
preparing himself for backlash
he spouts nonsense words
with chutzpah and brash
his logorrhea affliction begets
meaningless rot i.e. namely ishkabibble,
where scapegoated test dummies crash
inscrutably, dumbly, busily blankly
boxing, blinking, batting... eyelash
hijacking, flouting, disregarding... covenant,
not causing corpus callosum damage
basically self made edict equals hogwash,
within one North American banana republic
predicated upon fiat gnash
trumpets blatantly non subliminal,
subordinate, subtle... ho hum
messages cuz bosh to liberty we smash
with most popular refrain
"send her/him back" cash
hearing purported dispensable
deportee with swash-
buck killing bravado
marquee, where klieg lights
blindingly broadcast in a flash.
"FAKE" mania loosed doth stall
refugees, where desperation witnesses
land of milk and honey,
perhaps some heading to Broomall,
who if necessary crawl
escaping forced sex trafficking poverty,
persecution, violence... downfall,
viz puppet government
tricked out noble (no bull) border wall
configured as demilitarized zone
hostilility spewing noxious,
poisonous, venomous gall
courtesy commander in chief
who essentially hoops to forestall
his impeachment proceedings
bristling, ranting, scathing... twitter feeds
spewing bosh raining hatred filled squall
spouting jingoistic rhetoric
atop anointed hall
of the mountain king
eerily similar to Taj Mahal
firing expletive epithets
assenting military mandating withdrawal
loosing vicious police and/or junkyard dogs
declaring no exemption against marshall
law innocence absolute zero guard
as sharp teeth nsync with flesh maul
cue hideous sinister laughter
welcome to danse macabre ball!
We are the innocent ones who were verbally and
physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak.
The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds
leaving us in an internal pool of blood.
We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom
wrongly believed they were somehow above us.
There were so many of us children living in fear and
desperation, while countless turned a blind eye to us.
My hope for God’s meek ones is that their memory of the
inhumane persecution doesn’t cause them pain forever.
I’m writing this for all of God’s meek ones, who are
the chosen ones that our abusers failed in destroying.
My promise to God’s meek ones is that a divine light will
shine down guiding, protecting and leading them to Heaven.
Surely, as God’s meek ones, we will be looked upon as
His most precious and pure!
My heartfelt sincerest gratitude is for my beloved Aunt Flo, her
kindness helped me to feel worthy giving me back faith in God.
To all the Meek Ones trust that God will create a way through all
your pain and know that no one can stand against Him!
December 20 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 2
Key Verse– Revelation 2:7 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY OVERCOMING POWER
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your love granting me repentance
Thank You for Your deeds of caring assistance…
Help me not yield to worldly enticements with my prayerful resistance
As I remain in Your Scriptures’ doctrine of steadfast stance.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your righteousness
Thank You for Your patience, graciousness and kindness…
Help me not faint in labouring for Your name’s gloriousness
As I stay in You, my first love, and enjoy Your presence-goodness.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your protection
Thank You for Your faithfulness during suffering and persecution…
Help me not quit midst hurts of desperation bringing frustration
As I abide in Your truth of sharp sword for my perfection.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your name’s majesty
Thank You for Your teachings’ certainty…
Help me not be deceived by humanistic principles in their pride’s tenacity
As I uphold Your precepts against errors and falsity.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your foundation’s might
Thank You for Your flame’s guidance and direction’s light…
Help me not neglect stewardship with service of charity delight
As I sacrifice for You with faith along supplication-flight.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your leadership
Thank You for Your peace and joy around Your partnership…
Help me not despise trials that strengthen pursuits of discipleship
As I seek Your favour in our fellowship toward vibrant worship.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your sovereign assurance
Thank You for Your security of shielding endurance…
Help me not doubt promises showing Your mighty deliverance
As I learn from Your Word that keeps me away from ignorance.
December 20, 2023
~Heavenly Father~
(Double Whitney)
Father let
your love and Word
always be
our daily bread
help us see
your light in all
that we do every single day.
May love, faith
hope, fill our life
and our hearts
today and each
day, may peace
dreams, laughter, joy
adorn soul, with all your blessings.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
July.25.2016
~Author's Notes:
The " Whitney " is a poetry form or style created by Betty Ann Whitney.
-Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written, “For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:35-39 (ESV)
The shape of the world is not a man standing on a globe, or a man dressed in white robe, it is the shape of the heart that leaves you scrambling in the dark. It resonates through the machines and disrupts your personal dreams.
It climbs up the Chimney looking for something to prove, while scattering black sooth on top of roof. It leaves you stranded at the gate waiting on something that will never come and so destiny will have to get up and run.
The world stands aloof in front of me making silent music in the trees the wild duck is swimming in the pond with the little ducklings follow along. I watched the morning suns rises above the wall scatterings its heat all over the streets melting the asphalts underneath's my feet.
The road in front leads to nowhere , don't listen to them because they have nothing to share, mythology and legendary baked in the sun, you have to complete the task before the day is done.
I can feel your presences in my space, I am trying to tell you something about the human race, the clock will not tick until you get me out of the ditch, hard hands will not do, tender and loving hands will move you along.
If the garden could speak, Adam would come out crawling on his knee begging for mercy and the serpent would have licked the apple juice above his knees and then he would have understood the meaning of glory.
It was not a hard fought battle, it was just the conscience of man devouring the pestilence hiding in the desert sand.
I could feel the thumping in his heart and the agony that he felt from the start. He didn't want a ceasefire so he had to fight against his innate desire.
He was given an ultimatum and if he did not accept it his days would be done. He knew what the fight was all about, it has nothing to do with the people's shout. It is tied to years of history, the rejection, persecution and hate and fulfilling the promise that is tied up in the gates , oh how his heart breaks.
He wants to fulfill the biblical prediction holding David and goliath in two different hands. The philistine were bruised and left walking around without shoes, and on the final day he drove the philistine away and swallowed his breath and retreat to the war cabinet with a map, a pick axe and a hammer.
October 24 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 22-24
Key Verse – Acts 22:14 And he said, The God of our fathers hath chosen thee, that thou shouldest know his will, and see that Just One, and shouldest hear the voice of his mouth.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY JUST ONE DEFENDER
Lord God, You are my Just One Defender against wavering faith-silence
Thank You for guarding me despite worldliness’ prevalence
Midst persecution in the journey toward heavenly excellence
As I hide in You to witness Your light’s eternal opulence.
Lord God, You are my Just One Defender against imprisoning futile boredom
Thank You for illumining me despite assertions of humanistic wisdom
Midst temptation in the guise of enjoyable freedom
As I trust You to participate in advancing Your kingdom.
Lord God, You are my Just One Defender against smiting false judgment
Thank You for teaching me despite controversies of doctrines’ disagreement
Midst difficulties in obeying instruction and commandment
As I abide in You to experience Your good cheer’s fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my Just One Defender against threatening curses
Thank You for shielding me despite deceitful foes’ embraces
Midst unbelief in claiming what Your Word promises
As I rely in You to practice sincere dependence that blesses.
Lord God, You are my Just One Defender against accusing stare
Thank You for encouraging me despite attacks of fearfulness-scare
Midst struggles in overcoming adversaries that bring despair
As I stay in You to be enclosed within Your deliverance-care.
Lord God, You are my Just One Defender against taunting evil information
Thank You for subduing me despite pride’s exaltation
Midst mockery in expressing earnest sin-confession
As I remain in You to do best with pure devotion.
Lord God, You are my Just One Defender against jeopardizing hopelessness
Thank You for comforting me despite offences causing restlessness
Midst weakness in persevering toward victorious steward-faithfulness
As I confide to You since You hear me in my prayerfulness.
October 24, 2023
123.
Discreet Persecution
So you think I've been deaf & blind
Who can't hear & see from behind?
Doors & walls clearly speaking
Floors & roads plainly showing
Omens so artificial
Messages so diabolical
Tired of listening
To a cat meowing?
Want it o go hide & seek
Knowing that it's already weak?
Wanted/Missing without search
Whipped & slashed by thorny birch
What more discreet persecution
Pack & throw, chop & burn?
Can't imagine such bloody reckonings
Longing for more sufferings?
You think my mind shall be conditioned
With such dreadful gleamings aforementioned?
And after such bloody execution
Behold the Almighty's retribution!
-05/22-23/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Painful Poems Collection