Long Revealer Poems
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December 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 1
Key Verse– Revelation 1:1 The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave unto him, to shew unto his servants things which must shortly come to pass; and he sent and signified it by his angel unto his servant John.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DIVINE REVEALER
Lord God, You are my divine Revealer of Your Word’s trustworthiness
Thank You for showing me Your knowledge-pureness
Especially in teaching me Your testimony’s faithfulness
To uphold me by Your record of graciousness.
Lord God, You are my divine Revealer of Your blessed prophecy
Thank You for letting me read, hear and keep Your testament with constancy
Especially in instilling in me Your precepts’ life-changing fervency
To bring me to Your throne radiating Your mercy.
Lord God, You are my divine Revealer of Your light’s vision
Thank You for beholding me by Your saving compassion
Especially in manifesting to me Your Alpha-Omega function
To transform me according to Your Almighty perfection.
Lord God, You are my divine Revealer of Your blood’s price
Thank You for loving me as attested by Your sacrifice
Especially in inspiring me by Your resurrection whereupon I can rise
To make me Your heir with Your everlasting riches You alone can suffice.
Lord God, You are my divine Revealer of Your eternal kingdom
Thank You for redeeming me to experience Bible-anchored Christendom
Especially in exposing me to Your book of wisdom
To make me appreciate Your miracles along Your endowed freedom.
Lord God, You are my divine Revealer of Your majesty’s garment
Thank You for clothing me with Your sanctification’s white raiment
Especially in purifying me by Your justification’s righteousness-bestowment
To cleanse me and strengthen my faith through Your holy refinement.
Lord God, You are my divine Revealer of Your leadership’s hand
Thank You for rescuing me from hell and death’s demand
Especially in assuring me heaven’s forever joyfulness as You planned
To exhibit to me by Your awesome mysteries’ power so grand.
December 19, 2023
Opening Prayer
Verse 1
Allah the Revealer, you have seen me at times when I was down. You have seen me at times when I was well and doing more to help others. Even when I did not believe in myself, you were there helping me along. Now I can tell part of my story to those whom may need it. I only ask that you communicate my words into the heart of those that are going through their valley of the shadow of death. Do not give up on them as they are in need of help.
Verse 2.
Throughout the life of this young dragon there has been many trials and tribulations. A lifetime of education and love for the arts. The dragon has known many of these gifts. Today the main gift is the appreciation of speaking with people that need help. They have come to see him as a counselor with the light of God and patience of a saint. So many people have called him brother, friend, and by his many names and nick names. Still they do not know that his actions have been guided by the pain he has felt in the past. Here is the story of the scholar and the gentleman.
It is you who gives these to me,
the poems of which I write.
It is You who makes me to see
the words which each come to light.
The sun is making it's long journey
again from the east unto the west.
And again, I'm feeling the yearning
to write each line distinct from the rest.
Sometimes I'm still quite overtaken
by the words which come forth unbidden.
And I know I'm not mistaken
as thoughts come forth that once were hidden.
You Lord, are the revealer of hearts
and mine is shown with each line that I write.
As each line ends, another one starts
till the whole poem is brought to the light.
Lord Spirit, you have brought forth in me
the desire to commit to line
all that pertains to you as the key
So Lord, use these writings of mine.
September 24 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 8-9
Key Verse – Luke 8:1 And it came to pass afterward, that he went throughout every city and village, preaching and shewing the glad tidings of the kingdom of God: and the twelve were with.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GLAD TIDINGS REVEALER
Lord God, You are my glad tidings Revealer
through Your kingdom preaching
Thank You for redeeming my soul by Your ministry-outreaching---
Let me delight in Your mysteries of divine teaching
As I believe Your Word in my submissive searching.
Lord God, You are my glad tidings Revealer
through Your diligent caring
Thank You for keeping my faith in Your patience for venture-soaring---
Let me manifest Your light with truth-rays enduring
As I launch forth into good works’ bearing.
Lord God, You are my glad tidings Revealer
through Your peaceful quieting
Thank You for rebuking my distrust, doubting, as well as fretting---
Let me beseech Your help against unbelief so tormenting
As I abide in Your presence of joyous fellowship’s setting.
Lord God, You are my glad tidings Revealer
through Your purposeful pressing
Thank You for comforting my heart from sin-sickness that’s depressing---
Let me exalt Your name along testimonial praising
As I follow Your steps against carnal racing.
Lord God, You are my glad tidings Revealer
through Your complete filling
Thank You for establishing my prayer life with Your dealing---
Let me rise through Your Scriptural answers so fulfilling
As I awake in Your triumph of revival-refueling.
Lord God, You are my glad tidings Revealer
through Your divine overshadowing
Thank You for delivering my soul from hell’s damnation blowing---
Let me share Your compassion with Your kindness-drawing
As I declare Your grace midst gratitude-glowing.
Lord God, You are my glad tidings Revealer
through Your sovereign commanding
Thank You for reviving my spirit by Your rebuilding---
Let me follow Your steps at Your bidding
As I serve You with joy along Your triumphant prodding.
September 24, 2023
What makes you so able
to briefly but so surely remove all my pain,
to take away everything but
the moment and the miracle,
and yet at the same time
be such a catalyst for emotional uprising?
What makes you simultaneously be
so cathartic, so relaxing,
so spellbinding and so haunting,
and yet at the same time
so energetic, so exultant,
so robust and so real?
I see you cascade down from the heavens,
drumming your ceaseless cadence on the earth,
a player without need of a partner;
and yet, your ever vigilant companions,
rolling thunder and sudden lightning strike,
accentuate your music with flashes and percussive blasts.
Rain, you can elicit such feelings,
flow onto, into, and through me,
thrill me to my core;
and yet also recall such pain,
through memories made in your shadow,
stark reality brought to light in bursts.
You are a mystery,
much like the life you oft bring;
much like the death you sometimes cause.
You are my entertainment, my eternal balm,
and revealer of a tortured past,
all in one awe-inspiring event;
emotion incarnate.
and in their cold
condemning eyes ~
I am forever framed
as flawed fragments
bolted to the brutal beginnings,
oblivious to the wings of an end...
yet the intrinsic ink of my soul
knows not the art
of stirring superficial stars
~ fear not my antique antlers
caressed with copper compassion,
I am not their synonym
for emotional emptiness ~
let me breathe away
from counterfeit lies
pretending to be holier
than the highest of halos,
tainting truth with
tomb tongue-twisters
I choose to follow the rain
before the rising
of opalescent light ~
I seek streaks of sleep’s
sweet silver steam
blurring the smoke
above the veiled valley
of murky melancholy ~
traveling through the mists
of memories and magic...
I am tied to the unarmed
acceleration of alchemy,
an ambience of adoration
where poetry is resurrected ~
reconstructed amongst the
rushing resilience of rust...
I am the maternal momentum
of the mystical movers,
an unmistaken metaphor
for what sighs within the
magnetic embers
of locomotive silence,
rapidly ringing the sounds
of the sky-draped sea ~
trace this track of serene tears...
I taste time as
the ultimate revealer
of what beautifully remains ~
deep in the depths
of delightful devotion,
no longer a grey amongst
the steel of stolen secrets…
S eeing bad in others and not in your soul
A dding pain by accusations that are untrue
N ot able to see the real motives, the goal
C ondeming others, for what is in you
T ime is the revealer of all hidden things
I know that all things that go around come around
M ercy is what a true soul to other souls brings
O penly praising, without criticism's sound
N ever think that "Holier than Thou" will do
I dentity shows sooner or later in time
O h, that you'd ask for a heart that is new
U nderstanding that sinners ALL carry the grime
S o sanctimonious are you, forgetting that we are all sinners all saved by grace
Eileen
Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of thoughts in hourly cycles, with riddles, jingles and rhymes.
Each wash-up, extracted, pegged, and hung up to dry,
To taunt and flap jangles for him, his readers and strangers near by.
Mister Joe's charm icons are processed, mulled over, distilled and wrung out for meaning within.
His jangles find meaning in bumps on smooth paper, read as Braille.
His jangles arise from stones skipped over calm smooth waters,
yielding meaning in the creases and ripples created.
His jangles rattle his sleep awake each night, with sky rockets of images and flashes bursting.
His jangles are a empowering, rewarding, revealing, enlightening,
and sometimes troubling and haunting, but can't be undone.
His jangles are his rhyme and reason, his friend and confidant, his mater and aether
His jangles are really what he's all about as a poet,
as a miner and peddler of ideas, and as a prophet and revealer.
Mister Joe's charms jangles the minds of his readers
His words cast nets to trawl up memories and concepts,
lured within the reader's mind with word play and twists.
Seas of dreams and memories are netted, prodded and poked
To yield twinkles, sparkles, hums, grunts, and nods of appreciation and delight.
His jangles finding meaning and echoes with links and associations, never before conceived nor considered.
Mister Joe's catch of memories once jangled, are returned to reader with care
Embellished and enthralled by meaning, relevance, word play and twists.
The reader now has new jangles to add to charm bracelet on wrist, or to jingle with loose change in pocket.
Mister Joe, the poet, and his reader, now walk and dance with jangles, jingling echoes within.
Will the people ever ball-
at the right of their figures?
And let cock be the trigger?
At the sign of the savior?
With the women in blazes?
True signs come and go,
it is amazing...
People heap hype at the sight of the mic,
at freight night-
and at soccer fields European wide.
But why confide?
Mean people act mean because they have mean to say,
I mean,
they wonder all day why they are that way!
But in a shining star,
people pretend to see afar,
just across the bar.
People will heep-hipe more clearer,
when the dogs try to lick silver,
they will see people right,
when the night turns into the revealer.
In time it will become,
because in my mind there is a plum-
so dam ripe,
I am starting to come.
In a back room in downtrodden and sleazy Manila
On the table cards money and a bottle of Tequila
Fortune lay in the hands of Jose the crooked dealer
Had piercing eyes and a nose like a broken tortilla
As if he had been groomed with a potatoe peeler
Always had an ace up his sleeves this amazing dealer
But to even the game his foes applied silicon sealer
To his coat and bankrupted the dishonest stealer
He found his comeuppance and glue was the healer
Gone were his days as slick professional concealer
He now resides in a prison cell in a disused castilla
Bread and water for him and no more grenadilla
30th December 2019