Long Saints Poems
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Sing! Sing! Lift your voices high
Sing! Sing! Let your Spirit fly
Sing! Sing! Sing!
Praise! Praise! Praises to God Above
Praise! Praise! For His Gracious Love
Praise! Praise! Praise!
Rejoice! Rejoice! For martyr Saints arise
Rejoice! Rejoice! For His Word trives
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Glory! Glory! Salvation is at hand
Glory! Glory! We claim the Promised Land
Glory! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! For the King returns
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! For all evil burns
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Joy! Joy! For His promised kept
Joy! Joy! To His Holy Government
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Sing! Sing! Lift your voices high
Sing! Sing! Let your Spirit fly
Sing! Sing! Sing!
The city speaks in static
not loud, not soft, just
indifferent.
It hums beneath the sky's neon bruise,
where overpasses arc like broken spines
above rivers of unmoving faces.
I wait for nothing at the pedestrian bend
a chipped corner where the dust
gathers like the memory of a voice
I haven't heard since home.
The gum-stained cement remembers me.
The railings dull with a thousand greasy hands
do not.
Trees here wear ash instead of green.
They do not rustle,
only sigh
when jeepneys groan past
with their lungs of diesel and plastic saints.
I sit in the cubicle I do not own,
trace the fake leaf of a plastic plant,
watch the blinds half shut,
half giving in
flutter like someone trying not to cry.
And no one sees me.
And that is the loudest thing of all
The dominoes fall, yours or another’s, life
hurts your heart, your brain - feels insane.
Where does one turn - do you make calls,
run to church, grab a blanket, roll into a ball?
The call went out to the saints of God… I am
surrounded by the Holy Spirit-filled faithful. The lamb
had his eyes on me. Why me? Why not? I’m his…
I give him my heart, as he teaches me what is.
His word keeps me going, and prayer; and Him.
A relationship with Jesus keeps me going. Slim
was my fullness, now I’m fat with mercy and grace.
My joy I am showing, knowing I’ll move into his place.
What keeps me going when times are tough?
Savior who gave his all for me. He is enough!
4/9/2022
Sponsor: Cecilia Hopkins-Drewer
O It's high time for all to get aboard God's very own ark of safety y
No unlike my family used to tease each other during a prolonged
heavy rainstorm, "It's time to resurrect Noah, and have him build
all of us an ark!" Of course we knew that Noah and his family
are quite safely inhabiting Jesus Christ's heavenly kingdom of
paradise!
What than is the ark of safety this very day?
None other than our Lord and our Savior,
Jesus Christ, the author and the source
of all of ours everlasting life! More specially
let me clarify it for all of you--
the ark of safety is the rapture of all of the
church aged saints and the price of
admission--is our very own personal
relationship with Jesus Christ!
He's coming for His bride but returning with
His wife--after the marriage supper of
the Lamb of God has been completed;
during the final seventh year since the
bride of Christ first mysteriously;
disappeared during the rapture!
You may call it 'the great escape and/or
the great catching away." It doesn't
really matter how you may say it--
just don't be left behind--you will be
very sorry if you do--there is only a
small opened window during the
tribulation when you can still be
saved from death, hell and the
grave!
Especially since the price
10/22/23
How many breaths do I have, before the end of days
How many words are faked, will we give our game away
How many years in the closet, before they all come out gay
How many dark thoughts do we possess, the one we never say
Questions difficult to answer, how come they manage that easy lay
How many tears are shed, tells his wife he went astray
How many screams do we hear, the bills I’m unable to pay
How many times has he promised, if you go the kids will stay
How many times do we look at the sun, but still it appeared grey
Questions about god and the universe, which truths should we obey
How many saints are in heaven, to which should we pray
How many more sleeps, before Santa Claus, gets underway
How many more weeks til open season, shoot birds in disarray
How many more years do I have, to wear this damn mask anyway
Questions we read about quite randomly, in our poetry soup everyday
20/08/2021
By David Kavanagh
Ramayana, a Hindu epic,
written by saint Valmiki, in Sanskrit
one of the two largest ancient epics,
the first ever poem ever created
many many centuries ago.
It depicts story of Lord Rama
as a kind, fair, brave, soft spoken,
handsome prince, who had
the kind benevolence of gods.
Himself an avatar of lord Vishnu
he was bestowed with divine,
powerful weapons of gods
to be used to fight evil forces.
He won over his consort, Sita,
daughter of King Janak,
in a 'swayamvar', a competition.
Keeping the tradition of honouring
a given word or promise at all costs,
a tradition of his sun god lineage
he went to forest for fourteen years
obeying his father, King Dashrath
and forsake the throne of Ayodhya
for his younger brother Bharata,
as demanded by Queen Kaikayi,
the mother of Bharatha.
He went to forests
with Sita and younger brother Lakshman.
There, he often killed many demons
who had terrorised and killed saints worshipping
peacefully in their holy monasteries,
on latter's requests.
In the 14th year of his banishment,
along with younger brother Lakshman,
with help from his follower Hanuman,
and, King of monkeys, Sugreev,
he fought with King of Lanka, Ravana
a demon King, who had kidnapped Sita
and had wanted to marry her.
After this victory of right over wrong,
and freeing Sita and killing Ravana
he returned to his kingdom Ayodhya
and became the king himself theteafter.
Ramayana, steeped in morality,
depicts duties of relationships,
portraying characters, ideal in nature,
like ideal son, ideal father, ideal servant,
ideal brother, ideal husband and ideal king.
Ramayana has greatly influenced
Hindu poetry, life and culture, thereafter.
Presenting teachings of ancient Hindu sages
in narrative allegory, it intermixes
philosophical and ethical elements.
The characters of Rama, Sita, Lakshman,
Hanuman, Ravana are still revered and worshipped,
in some of the culturally conscious
South and East Asian nations even today.
Two great Hindu festivals,
Dussehra and Deepawali
are celebrated to mark the victory of good over evil,
in India and elsewhere
with fervor and gaiety, every year.
8.6.2020
Symmetrical sunlight slips into the room that was once overflowing with gloom
Exposing my flaw…though the rubbish of knowing doesn't seem to change you…
Instead, you grow like a bolt of lightning, descending down to the ocean blue
I think for a moment…how much time do we have left together?
I found you in my dreams, though where will you depart?
Saying goodbye never was this hard, but I must do it with all my heart
And the pain comes from this rubbish called knowing
Knowing that our separation will never affect your violent rays
Vanish from my sight, you cruel wicked maze!
Heroic soldiers, saints, drive away this disaster possessing my sight
Put a bolt on my door, and a bite of spirit on my threshold
For major seas connect, and one lightning bolt is bold
I need you now…though how can I touch such clean translucency?
I wait for you on the shores of accumulated filth
Where waters pass on the disease I have spoiled you with
I don’t know why you plague my mind with your indifference
Running your spotless hands over my infested mind
I found you in my dreams, I found you in my dreams unkind
Delinquents, villains, they master my vulnerable state
But they never know me as you do to the full
This is beyond my control…you are one unpredictable soul
- A special collaboration with my brother David :} -
"In heaven there is no darkness at all,
the Light of the Lamb will be the light.
The Lamb is the light in the city of God.
The Light of the world is Jesus."***
The Light of the world is Jesus Christ.***
The Light of the world is Jesus Christ!
He is our shining beacon of hope amidst
the covering darkness of this sinful world.***
He is our bright and shining candle light.***
He is our bright and shining candle light,
morning, noon and night! OH! Let!
Let all of the heavens and the earth
rejoice and sing! Glory to God our
newborn King!
He is our bright and shining candle light,
morning, noon, and night! Let all of the
heavenly and earthly saints rejoice and
sing! Glory to God in the highest and
peace on earth goodwill towards men
and women, boys and girls! ***
In heaven there is no darkness at all!***
In heaven there is no darkness at all!
Rejoice all of you heavenly saints and
gather round the throne of mercy and grace.
In heaven there is no nighttime, only
permanently God's Son's Shine!***
In heaven there is no darkness at all!***
Rejoice all of you saints of the earth below!
Jesus Christ will return before we know all
in the twinkling of an eye. The dead
in Christ shall be the first to rise.
Than we who are still alive, shall gather
together with them in the cloudy skies.
Our sinful bodies shall be instantly changed
into bodies of immortality! And we shall
sing and shout the victory!
With the shout of the archangel and the
trumpet of God, we shall meet him in
the middle of the cloudy air. And be
transported to our heavenly paradise!
In heaven there is no darkness at all! ***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 03, 2020
Moon fades so soon through the silent night's sleep,
And its subsequent death opens sky's face
Anew to the bright atmosphere asleep,
With none seen note its transitional trace...
The passing of day,
As swift as blinking eyes' sway...
Without no delay.
The distant darkness covering heaven's eyes,
Is but a passing cloud of essence last...
Night functioning dust left to stars demise,
Romancing the moon's ray cum slippery blast.
The passing of fear,
As deafening as hopeless cheer,
Without doubt to tear.
Worrying time starts its run staring at night;
Decaying day wish for more hours long...
To level up stretched meters with might,
Uncovered desired endless pursuit's wrong.
The passing of chance,
As briskly as likely trance,
One could hold advance.
The reckless guest of power shines afternoon,
To make room for a gentle good night's bed,
When a lazy morning don't haste for moon...
Soon than necessary to fight off Sun's head.
The passing of fate,
As slow as a snail to wait...
Its fulfilling date.
Rain could not have cried the face of sky's hell,
If not the swollen eyes of heaven mourns
For saints haste has led astray that don't yell...
Of redemption before dry season horns.
The passing of grace,
As late as hunter's game chase...
That last like court's case.
Spirit begins…first songs passed on…link arms.
We’re knit…as one…one voice of saints syncing.
Our praise is wind. It winds through all of time.
We raise our arms on earth; from there love flows.
With kin we rode the ark and now speak life.
Our instruments, one breath…Yahweh…seeking.**
With limbs, we stand up tall, tethered to wings.
High hymns amplifying the one true God.
Trumpet resounds - His voice, in heaven seeks,
and begets ears and hearts, with seven eyes.*
Spirit begins…first songs passed on…link arms.
We’re knit…as one…one voice of saints syncing.
*Seven symbolizes completion. God’s eyes are everywhere
**Yahweh (God’s name) Draw breath in “Yah,” let it out, “weh.”