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It's midday right now (I’m frozen in boredom kingdom…give us tragedy in reverse, my beautiful sunrise and I’m your dazzling sunset)
Listened to music online (All night and day, I’ve been up…It’s a gift or a curse – life is like a criminal, mistaken for a nurse)
Happiness aflow…(gladness aglow, yes, we all know – sing with joyousness in every verse…It’s 12:00 PM and I’m not suicidal, but I put to death nostalgic negativity 'n delusional distress)
Sun is shining and the wind is blowing during the day
Moon is dimming, along with the stars of silver and grey
I want you to stay next to me...kiss me and embrace me today
I don't want to labeled or be self-labeling myself...I'm so gay, not led astray
By disarray and discouragement...I'm alive in your bees' hive of dismay
At least it's not 12:00 AM
If it was, I would give a damn
I was made for you and it's true - doncha have a clue?
You think I'm joking, right? Well, I'm telling you it's true
Quarantine divine for spiritual quest
Quietude with God to silence qualms
Quitting from stress toward solitude quays
Questions solved by Saviour’s truth quickenings*
Quandary settled through Scripture queries
Quivering stops by serenity’s quell
Quality solace I seek midst faith quips.
*1Peter 3:18 For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit.
March 31, 2021
2nd place, "SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN 7 LINES" Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 4/23/2021.
I WAS TOLD I COULDN'T,
AND SO I DID.
DEFYING AUTHORITIES,
SINCE I WAS A KID.
I DELIBERATELY WROTE THIS,
USING ALL CAPS.
IT WAS THE NORM,
BEFORE THE CREATION OF MAPS.
THE CAVE MAN LEFT,
BEHIND A TRAIL.
WITH SIMPLE DRAWINGS,
HE TOLD US A TALE.
NO ONE SAID,
IT WAS RIGHT OR WRONG.
THE STORIES WERE LOST
AND MEMORIES GONE.
THINKERS WERE BORN
AND WERE MISUNDERSTOOD.
PUT TO DEATH,
BECAUSE AUTHORITIES COULD.
THOUGHTS WERE WRITTEN
AND THEN DESTROYED.
LEAVING BEHIND,
AN EMPTY VOID.
WHEN PUNCTUATION,
CAME AROUND.
WHAT WAS BEFORE,
WAS BURNT TO THE GROUND.
I PAINTED THIS PICTURE,
USING ALL CAPS.
DON'T DESTROY IT,
AND TARNISH MY PAST.
I HAVE THE AUTHORITY,
AS A HUMAN BEING.
TO CREATE IN MY MIND,
JUST WHAT YOU ARE SEEING.
In the passage before John 8:1-11
Father Christ Jesus frustrated the Jewish leaders attempts to entrap Him
But they turned with another test:
A woman caught in the act of adultery
They pretended in asking Father Christ Jesus for His judgment
If Father Christ Jesus declared that she should be put to death
He would violate the Roman law forbidding the Jews to administer capital Punishment
If He freed her
He would violate Jewish law
As is often the case when we try to pin Eternal God down
He did something a few would have been able to predict
Instead of answering in a man’s terms
He answered in Eternal God’s
Father Christ Jesus encouraged the accusers to judge themselves
Before judging her and they left in shame
How many times do we see the faults of others while missing
Ignoring our own
Jesus knew our nature
Created the Sacrament of Reconciliation to help
What a great opportunity to remember Eternal God’s infinite mercy
Forgiving heart.
For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit:
1 Peter 3:18 KJV
Christ has done the hard work
Being a sacrifice for
The just died for the unjust.
We are all the unjust until
Through Christ we die to the flesh.
That He might bring one to God
Quickened by the Spirit.
In renewing of the mind and heart.
That we might dwell in His presence
In these times to be molded and purified.
New desire not of the outward appearance
But of the transformation of the unseen
spiritual awakenings within one.
Clinging unto His word
To receive understanding of
This world around us and
Through Christ the guidance
Of what He died for to place within one.
Sadly ,the more one reads
The more one will see mankind
Has not changed much.
It's the same mostly today as then.
For only through the quickened Spirit.
Shall Christ receive glory for the unjust.
But after that the kindness and love of God our Saviour toward man appeared, not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost; which he shed on us abundantly through Jesus Christ our Saviour; that being justified by his grace, we should be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life.
Titus 3:4?-?7 KJV
Me I'm a lyricist yet I'm a disciple first
I drink from the fountain of life so
its evident I never thirst
I murdered the old me so what you see
standing before you is the rebirth
truth is even tho salvation is paid for sin still hurts
we were born a livin curse but we heirs to the
kingdom of Heaven because we seek ye first
or should I say...if we would, it seems like
we stay on death row like Shug Knight
but Glory to God for the Holy Spirit that intercedes
and puts us right in front of that marvelous light
the world thinks we're outta our minds but
its clear they're outta sight worshiping their devils night
try with all our might we still so far away from his Glory
like we can't get right if we would just invest in life
and put to death those sinful desires and seek the sire
we claim to be on fire but its evident some of us
still haven't stepped out of that fiery furnace
I question sometimes did we just skip school when
Jesus was teaching because it seems
our credits of being Christ-like we haven't earned them
it's like Paul said the Lord's body we ain't discerning
lets truly be unashamed and rebuke nervousness
forget right or wrong lets seek righteousness
seek wisdom like Solomon did and maybe we could be spiritually enlightened
what's the naked truth? We neglect to accept our limitations
so Judgment from the Most High is what we're eternally facing
the cross itself should have been enough persuasion
so lets lift up the name of the King who's already elevated
Love
Life
Journey
Lead by God
We are all the same
It is never too late to change
He gave us the B-attitudes by which we’re to live
For He suffered by being put to death in the flesh, but made alive in the spirit
By: Eve Roper
3/13/2015
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Godly Wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
Is the precious Purpose for mankind
Don’t give me lies and sugarcoated remorse
Meandering in my mindset — let’s be kind cuz I’m left behind, my mind…
There’s a divine sign above the doves align
Love of mine…love of mine…love of mine…
You’re doing fine in my utmost design
You’re my type of shine…shine…shine…
The Holy Spirit and the word of God
Satan the devil is quite a fellow so odd
Witchcraft warped my wretched mindset
I regret everything and I’m hella upset…all farewells met…to a hello in debt…I bet, now…somehow… I’m wet with unregret…
My heart of ripped-apart from the start calls to me inevitably
My art of broken spirits and all acquaintances unconditionally
God’s Kingdom come…
What have I become? So numb?
Slit my wrists of rapid warmth
Of blood dripping in a swarmth
Coagulate crimson on my tongue
Rung the song sung from my tongue
I want to be put to death to enliven my soul again
I want to mend me all over again — where you been?
Then again,
I cower in my den
My stomach is sour with remorse…I need a guilt divorce
Of course, you’re happy — you galloping, swirling horse
Pride and humility and envy mix in one pot
I am but a robot…I am giving it the best I got
Trials and tribulations give me five frustrations that funk my brain up
Shut up and listen, my medicine
Let your eyes and ears aglisten
Where the hell have I been?
Am I willing to forgive again?
Have mercy upon my good-luck trails
Have mercy on my terrifically terrible trials
No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
We are sick and tired of the hypocrisy
Where the poor are treated wrongfully or unfairly
And the rich get away absolutely scot-free
With odious crimes, with murder and theft
Many innocent people are put to death
In arbitrary, prejudicial and unusual fashion
And the obviously guilty ones are, in their mansion
Or their tower, enjoying life to the fullest
We yearn for the day, when no pests
Or no rat is seen or perceived to be above the law
We want justice to be blind, fair, equal, and raw
No, today is not the first day of spring
Or the first of April. Ring the bells, keep ringing.
Copyright © 4/4/2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Altdorf is a lovely village along the Reuss.
It has beautiful scenery that is choice.
What nerve these Austrians have in this town.
I think that Hermann Gessler is a clown!
He puts his hat on top of a pole in the town square.
We have to bow before it when we are there.
I and my son Walter would do no such thing.
We were both arrested for defying.
I told them I am not Austrian. I am Swiss.
My son and I will be put to death because of this.
We have one opportunity to escape the dead.
I must shoot an apple off my son’s head.
There is one fact that just about anyone knows:
I am very adept when in comes to handling crossbows.
If I accomplish this feat, we will earn our freedom.
There must be a way to quash this Austrian scum.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.