Long Rebuke Poems
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Descending,
I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
Spluttering,
I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
Flapping,
I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
Plunging,
I watch the unwelcome gloom envelope my horizon
Tumbling,
I twist, turn and turbulate, ... then the thudding thump
Gasping,
I groan and exhale, a noiseless moan
Curling,
I recoil as innards become outward form
Emerging,
a base inside-out creature crawls and creeps
Tasting,
the tongue-tied intestines and the unseeing socket eyes
Groping,
a gruesome grub befriends the worm and slurps the slug-slime
Engorging,
as flaunted members flail blood and flick licky, sticky fluid
Reforming,
dim visions populate carnal shapes with awful movement
Gaping,
a fearful half-formed and startled face averts its gaze
Residing,
in deep gutter niches... these are my companion dwellers
Wallowing,
I sniff a redolent upswell of dank fissured earth
Disturbing,
I scrape, cleave and wipe away a smear of covering soil
Trembling,
I sense a warmth of body, a stretching of exotic wings
Enquiring,
I mutter clumsy overtures and crude enticements
Retreating,
I hear unmistaken rebuke and a sigh of disappointment
Imploring,
I elevate my utterances and seek a further hearing
Caressing,
I feel a welcoming and forgiving response
Pulsing,
the creature's cocoon gives way to nebulous female form
Ascending,
at first a cherub woman smiles playfully down on me
Transforming,
a stimulating and sensuous siren cavorts and teases
Uplifting,
wings gather me in for a swooping flight of fancy
Revealing,
from above, her intimate view of dwellers in the hinterland
Coaxing,
she fills me now with empathy and understanding
Alighting,
my body-mind lies prone beneath her
Tingling,
I feel her form and thoughts slowly enter and encompass me
Exploring,
I arouse and we gently probe between lips and sphincter
Delving,
I follow our rhythm of kiss, taste, touch and thrust
Wandering,
I experience our ambiguous male and female desire
Playing,
I laugh at how we tickle our innocence and sophistication
Loving,
I know for delirious moments what it is to be another
Consumed,
lost in coexistence with a like- but more extraordinary- mind
GOD IS SPEAKING MINISTRY - A DEDICATED VERSE TO JANEEN BROWN -My SpokenWord
A thought
a voice in the dark spoke forth life and light
Cell birth multiplying births truths cells dividing
Cells all is well all well all is well still dividing
Shhh!
Hush the powers in His eyes speak life
Quiet, love the power in His ears loudly listening for the darkness
And when the moon will arises and the Sun is risen in the Stars surround he is the author of creator of all above and below in beneath and everything in between God is life
We are His hands and feet we are His mouth we speak we are reality we're off about our Father's business for His glory
In God speaks forth---God is speaking ministry
Use me as your vessel Lord
God pouring me ever more
Daddy Father use me as your hands and feet to walk to someone encouraging to greet
Give me hands and arms to embrace your loved beloved children
A hand and mouth to pray until your sheep always
Help me to be a light not a spark not a flame
Give me thy Grace to illuminate in your name
The power of you oh God shall not be deflained
For I speak life abundantly in Jesus name
God is speaking ministry
In my being
The sound that I hear
God is speaking ministry
And God is seeking and God is seeking all his beloved children and God is speaking and God is speaking for the just to speak to the unjust
Why you breathing keep breathing before because it is his kiss that has given you life
Energy supported you're part of his anointing a cell an energy your life
Love speak love speak hope Joy speak Life speak the Father heart
Quiet! hush, the powers in His eyes speaking life hush my love beloved the power in His ears ring listening flowing through the darkness and when the moon will arise and the Son has risen returns and sets. Battle Won a New Heaven New Earth rebirth, reborn In the Stars surround heaven's core Our Father is the author of creation of all above and below and in beneath and everything in between God is life
Sounds
Sounds
Sight
Sight
My brother, my sister --Beloved
What is your duty call
Get out of your misery rebuke be placed in your destiny ...
God is speaking
God is speaking ministry
God is speaking ministry
GOD IS SPEAKING MINISTRY
3/25/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Rudyard said it best, but now it is my time to build on another’s table,
If you can shun the word I can’t, and embrace the phrase, I’m able,
If you can watch the world you love, be torn apart and rent asunder,
But not give way to hate it, or join in wicked plunder,
If you can lose your mind and heart as well, but lift yourself from such that hell,
If you can watch your labor tossed aside, but work on despite the pain inside,
If you can hear advise from friend and foe, that works to mock your toil true,
And yet apply the good that’s said, and rise to climb the mountains new,
If you can lose your love when comfort fades, but rage on through that stress,
If you can endure the trials of this life, and still not worship tests,
If you can achieve the most from Gifts within, yet not give in to greed within,
If you can seek to share, and watch your house unravel while others bleed you
bare,
If you can feel the weight of atlas on your back and see Christ’s body torn,
And yet refuse to relinquish hope to see the dawn of earth adorned,
If you can love all women but none too much,
If you can love all things with open touch,
If you can be a fool, and still forgive yourself for errors of your past,
If you transcend sin, yet still restrain the pangs to judge your sister’s lapse,
If you can run this race with gentle care, yet unafraid to risk it all,
If you can fall, and fall again, and yet again, but never lose your faith,
If you can run this race, yes sometimes slow, and without reaping still yearn to
sow,
If you can trust in God, through thick and then, and not give sway to doubt in men,
If you can love like Christ, our God above, yet still resolve to confront wrong,
If you can see affections wane with time, yet still acknowledge angel’s songs,
If can shun all ugly sounds, yet still embrace the beauty that keeps you true,
If you can stand all things, and still at end, love you for simply being you,
If you can be the gentle sort of old, yet still rebuke with mercy bold,
Then you will know the truth of God,
Then you will see the life that drives and helps us strive throughout our lives,
If you can run this race my son, and love and live despite the cross you bear,
Then my son, and only then, you’ll be a Man who dares to dare,
To yes believe in God above,
And be a vessel of her love.
Free advice to those* who would be King from the THIRUK-KURAL with notes
[*like presidents and prime ministers of declining (falling or fallen) nations]
K381: padaikudi kuulamaiccu nadpuaran aarum
yudaiyaan arasarul eeru
An army, people, wealth, a minister, friends, fort:
Who owns them all, a lion lives amid the kings. (Transl. G.U.Pope)
[army= the most formidable air, sea and land forces; wealth= minus the eighteen (?) trillion debt and not counting his own well-earned piddling billions; a minister=read as Prime Minister (V.P. or Sec. of State?); people=less by three million-odd democratic votes; friends=dwindling, save for staunch Israel by marriage; fort=impenetrable nuclear shield. ]
K448: idippaarai illaatha eemaraa mannan
keduppaar ilaanum kedum
The king, who is without the guard of men who can rebuke him, will perish, even though there be no one to destroy him. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
K444: thammit periyaar thamaraa olukuthal
vanmaiyul ellaam thalai
So to act as to make those men, his own, who are greater than himself, is of all power the highest. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
K447: idikkum thunaiyarai aalvaarai yaaree
kedukkum thakaimai yavar
Which king who (encourages and) heeds the criticisms* of his henchmen fears conspirators? (Transl. T. Wignesan)
[*not-heeding the advice of Ivanka and son-in-law on climate change commitment in Paris, even if the polls show a majority in favour of polluting the planet.]
K448: iduppaarai illaatha eemaraa mannan
keduppaar ilaanum kedum
The king who insulates himself from his helpers'* critiques will perish even if his enemies left him alone. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
[*the role of the media in keeping the WH incumbents in check, for without the journalists working over-time to whet and wet-blanket the language and blunders, the King would have perished by now.]
K450: pallaar pakaikollin paththaduttha thiimaiththee
nallaar thodarkai vidal
Having to put up with the enmity of legions* is ten times less harmful than forsaking the support of good (impartial) people*.
[*legions= Hillary Clinton and the NDP; *good (impartial) people= like FBI Dir. Comey for one, even if he has an eye (twenty-twenty vision) on the presidency in 2020]
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
In order to repair the breach we must finally concede
that there's a disconnection from God that we must address by deed
for as naked as Adam and Eve were when they tried to hide from their sins
we need to take a long hard look inside ourselves once again
In the sight of God we're all covered with sin like dirt on clothes
we need to reposition ourselves so of our lives God can take control
we must be brutally honest and look within our own hearts
before we can attempt to judge others on ourselves we need to start
by the way we talk, our spiritual walk and the way that we behave
as none of us are sinless let's be more united in order to be saved
put the pettiness aside, throw out the trash, the personal baggage and issues
those titles, the positions, the ranks
and prejudices that have us divided and confused
In order to repair the breach we must do a true self examination
remove the weight of sin from our hearts to be cleansed for spiritual preparation
to spend less time on those things that are not of God
to spend more time reading His Word and then taking It to heart
no longer to feel disconnected in our relationship with Jesus Christ
removing the plank from our own eyes in order to see the true joy in life
the joy of the Lord that gives us the comfort and the strength
that unlimited power supply that will go the entire distance
we must stop being so self-centered and to God open our minds
by disarming the enemy's influence and embracing God's Kind
to be there for each other more than superficially
to care and love one another more authentically
to recognize that Jezebel spirit so consumed with power and material wealth
to reveal and then rebuke it so we can retain our spiritual health
God desires to take us to a place of victory
we just need to stop being our own worst enemy
In order to repair the breach, the joy must be restored
that spiritual contentment that the Holy Spirit affords
so rediscover and reconnect to your Savior Jesus Christ
reestablish your commitment and the covenant of speaking life
forget about the trials and tribulations that God said He'd take care of
trust in Him to provide and then bask in His unconditional love
to have true gladness and the grace of God now within your reach
your connection with God has restored the joy and thus repaired the breach
Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance
with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation
more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized Nittany or cotton bowl state
and ratiocination inherent within
mine Democrat oriented mind doth rate
this forty fifth president (defect)
with sawdust packing
his noodle oven egotistical pate
trophy wife (spouse number three),
a Slovenia mate
donning "I don't care anymore"
t-shirt rousing media firestorm of late
essentially silently corroborating,
fostering, and illuminating hate
mutely bolstering the Trump anthem,
viz make America great
again, which pathless,
pithless, and pointless aim
roars like an earsplitting runaway freight
train oblivious of wailing soul asylum,
that no era meets said criteria
backtracking time machine before
rightful indigenous occupants of this land
got decimated as one after another
exploiter did inundate
(comprising a multitude
of indigenous variety of village people
indignantly subjected to Genocide,
when first "discoverer"
of new land didst promulgate
activation wrought deliberate sealed fate
vis a vis capitulation, demolition,
and extirpation, cuz
a scathing rebuke aye attest,
those murderers didst equate
worthlessness of
so called "Indians" on 1492 date,
and still remnants of storied tribes,
now attempt to create
historical documentation operate
ting with limited resources to adjudicate.
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Food methinks doth buzzfeed drumbeat agog
at pyrotechnics July 4th, 2018 shared as blog
posts, a falsehood prevails which dog
gone “FAKE” brewed watered down grog
posits that the majority of Colonialists stay hog
tied to strict task masters, and mainly the scant
upperclass experienced autonomy,
no matter the under class didst futilely rant
and rave with the occasional
uprisings over time did grant
minimal appeasement to stifle violent kant!
Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe need to mull over a cull of this rigmarole..
Can’t pretend..is the end of this spangly jangly new fangled trend…nothing off the shelf…just express yourself…won’t spank you..will almost thank you.. if you tank…bonkers fools rules you can’t bend…must always go stonkers.. all cool no old school…when you shan't defend and depend on a blend of soft conkers and tracks to conquer..
Let’s explain there are many ways to play and entertain…the lotto of the Baz grotto..no dull lulls …no more bore score draws…one motto…just high octane insane where seemingly the sole means to control is a flat track that blunts and shunts how every attack does bowl..
I know..have already banged on..had a go at the pitches…feather beds so flat you can bat gung ho heave ho from the get go.. no wear and tear..glitches or hitches.. despair to stop the flair.. no real movement in the air or off the square..the Bazball pest…Bazbat conquest..effectively saying no we won’t be surfing the crest of a true test contest of willow and leather..hey ho nonny no…to the real deal Test fest..tally ho..
No pretension..apprehension of the lacking dimensions and few mentions of the best Test tensions..
Also must rebuke how they have turned the duke ball from a serious nuke which would spook.. enthrall..now reliant on a cherry that gets so soft you need a fluke ..well Dukes will be compliant as England’s their biggest client…we saw our copper haired laird no longer..stronger defiant..again came a cropper..and this was hardly a proper whopper green topper..
It seems kitsch Bazball rule needily greedily avoids any glitches or hitches in batter’s riches which in turn.. does spurn and bewitches merchants of seams and stitches..
Well it can be dicey to make your tracks at home too spicy..get in a lather…at the palaver as runs become rather pricey..when you could goad..milk that ilk as you explode on a silk road..
Our selector trifecta…the three wise men..Baz..Bob and Ben.. know if there is no speedster thuggery… no Geoffrey jaffas…bunsen spin skulduggery..they will be the gaffers with some Bazball muggery..
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Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
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Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
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But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
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Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer
Fore,
He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
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Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled....
Eternity erased...
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In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's
Finest Hour...
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Six Feet Under
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So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede
And kiss the Devil good night
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So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
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He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
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One fraught with tears'
And Fears
Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity....
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Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
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By God, Him-self....
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At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....
GF
**********Notes*********
When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light! GF
December 3 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Timothy 3-4
Key Verse– 2Timothy 3:16-17 All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD WORKS’ FURNISHER
Lord God, You are my good works’ Furnisher,
truly radiating to me Your divine brilliance
Thank You for turning me toward holiness-compliance
While I can flee from covetous and proud alliance
And stay in Your compassion’s reliance.
Lord God, You are my good works’ Furnisher,
truly leading me to Your knowledge and truthfulness
Thank You for delivering me from persecution and afflictions’ destructiveness
While I can resist and withstand corruption-filthiness
And proceed further for my faith’s steadfastness.
Lord God, You are my good works’ Furnisher,
truly protecting me around Your light
Thank You for transforming me for perfection’s plight
While I learn from Your counsel that overcomes humanistic insight
And profit in Your instructions, always right.
Lord God, You are my good works’ Furnisher,
truly charging me to seek Your kingdom
Thank You for allowing me to enjoy in Your salvation-freedom
While I gain from Your rebuke and reproof’s wisdom
And endure Biblical lessons without boredom.
Lord God, You are my good works’ Furnisher,
truly guiding me with Your helping hand
Thank You for directing me so well according to what You’ve eternally planned
While I strive to finish faith’s good fight along Your course-command
And trust Your authority in my obedience to Your mercy’s demand.
Lord God, You are my good works’ Furnisher,
truly bringing me safely in Your settlement
Thank You for answering me of my prayers along satisfying contentment
While I serve You with my best by Your empowerment
And participate in Your great commission’s fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my good works’ Furnisher,
truly firing me up with Your mighty revival
Thank You for strengthening me in my discipleship’s upheaval
While I delight in Your favour’s approval
And exalt You along worship in waiting for Your arrival.
December 3, 2023
You were an alcoholic, my mother says,
Fixing me with her timid tear-watered gaze –
You lived in paradise, on the wings of angels,
And you were an alcoholic…
So we had to take you away
Like Eve with her apple we had to remove you,
From the temptation – from your final graceless fall
We did it to save your life
She says it, tremulously, and I make no rebuke,
Offer no sharp retort
But she knows, and I know, that tearing me from Paradise did no good
That I am still an alcoholic; always will be
For though the booze was cheap in Paradise, the thirst is in my soul
And wherever I am, it comes along too
A dehydrated demon, crouched in my belly,
A baby screaming for milk – laced with your finest vodka
I crave the drink, I cherish the drink…I hoard it like Gollum with his precious ring
And whenever I can, wherever I am, I thirst and I swallow
And I fly into the air on tenuous wings,
Unshackled from sobriety for a brief tempestuous time
But the hills skimming below me are bleak,
There are no angels with me, and my heart is a cold lump of lead
I am consumed by bitterness
For though the alcohol remains, the landscape is not the same
And all is now black where it used to be shades of grey
And oh God, how the memories haunt me now,
Memories of when I used to live in Paradise, and drink…
How I soared above those Utopian beaches of golden sand,
Over those glossy jungle-garmented hills
They were my salvation, my succor during my drunken despair
But I was cruelly torn away from my precious Eden not so long ago,
And sent to purgatory to repent, still nursing the thirst, deep inside
And now here I sit, on the banks of the Styx, still thirsty – still drinking
Still an alcoholic, swallowing acrid mouthfuls of angst and self pity
But there is no Paradise now to comfort me, no angels with gossamer wings
No one to wipe the whisky tears that stream down my ashen cheeks
I am an alcoholic still, with nothing left to live for and nowhere left to go
So when my mother says she wanted to save my life – to save me from myself
I look at her in sullen silence and wonder;
How the loss of Eden could ever have taken away my alcoholic shades
When the mutinous eyes that stare through them belong, solely, to me?