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The original version of this piece is too long for me
to post in its entirety, so it had to be sectioned off. Of
all that I've written, I am most proud of this work due
to its historical accuracy. I hope you enjoy it as well. It
was an honor to write this.
Lying in this shallow ditch I hear as they arrive, the
miracle of God is all that's keeping me alive,
and it is that belief in God to which each day I strive,
surprised at this much faith? Just simply gaze into
my life.
Was born in 1800, month October 2nd day, and knee
high to a hopper when my daddy ran away,
before you climb your soapbox and begin to think
that way, remember these are times when all the
black folk here are slaves.
Imagine being sold like stock, to work when cold or
hot, the overseers beatin people if they're old or not,
do not defy the owner, best believe you will be sick,
of getting 10 to 20 lashes from the master's whip.
My last name wasn't given at my birth and that's a
fact, my given name's Nathaniel but they choose to
call me Nat,
the surname of my owner Samuel is what I claim,
you put it all together yes, Nat Turner is my name.
I think about Old Bridget, that's my grandmother you
know, they snatched her out of Ghana, brought her
here to freezing cold,
she ran the Coromantee who were known for slave
revolts, she watched the seeds get planted in me
grow and take a hold.
I thought myself the lucky one for I could read and
write, it brought me to The Bible and I learned to
read it right,
then spent my childhood years admidst the Spirit up
above, it fit my needy soul just like a mitten or a glove.
I ran away at first when I was only 22, I should've
stayed away because I really wanted to,
but 1 month later, picture this it's me a black man
free, a vision told me that I should go back and that
was key.
The visions I receive I know are messages from
God, Old Bridget had religion shining deep within my
heart,
I will inform the brethren and won't stop until they're
saved, The Prophet is the name that I was called by
fellow slaves.
As 6 years pass of this I know it never is too late, the
hands of the Almighty have me primed for
something great,
I carry heavy shoulders for a man of 28, until I
worked the master's field one faithful day in May........
To Be Continued
Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
Decreased dissension
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party
blessedly to administrate
hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series
of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,
and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.
I.
When Sullivan ‘Reno’ Richards rode into
the small, northern Utah town of Stillman,
he’d been unemployed going on three months
since he’d left his job as a hired gunhand.
He’d turned in his badge to the agency
when his brother Samuel had been killed,
and after settling things with his family,
he’d rode off to put to work his skills.
Reno would see that real justice was done,
he’d find the bastards who had done the deed,
and though his family looked down on it,
Reno was good at making bad folks bleed.
His father had disowned him for this fact,
Samuel had been his favorite child,
the man had expanded dad’ baking empire
way out west in the great desert wilds.
Dad had no respect for a ‘mere gun-hand,’
and wouldn't speak to Reno to this day,
but Samuel had not shared these beliefs,
and nothing ill of his brother did-say.
For that understanding, Reno now rode,
to the only hotel in this small town,
he’d sworn to his family that he would
put poor Samuel’s killers in the ground.
When settled in he went down to the bar,
ordered whiskey and took the sounds in,
listening for gossip that could be a clue,
when a young stumpet walked right up to him.
She said,”Hello, my name is Meredith,
and I can tell from the look of your eyes
that you must be one of Samuel’s kin,
you should know I was to be his wife.”
Reno looked at this woman in great surprise,
he had not heard Samuel planned to wed,
so he said to her,”I am his brother,
I came as soon as I heard he was dead.
“I’m here to take care of his affairs,
though I fear it might take me a while,
I understand he held the mortgages
of half the ranches within fifty miles.”
She smiled,”I’m glad somebody came out
to take care of the things left behind.
If you would like, I can take you out to
the grave where my poor Samuel lies.”
He nodded solemnly, and they walked to
a plot laying behind the town’s small church,
the dirt was still fresh, the stone not yet done,
there’d been no time to finish the work.
Reno asked then,”How did it happen?”
Meredith frowned, and then told hit the truth:
“Bandits bushwhacked him, in the back-country,
They took everything, even his shoes.”
Reno just nodded, took down his broad hat,
said,”I hope that the sherriff is on it.
My brother and I sometimes disagreed,
but he did nothing deserving of this…”
Some are mothers, reflections of love
Poured out on children who abide in hope
Remembering that Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Gave us all a sense of the wonder uncovered
By the women who give their hearts to children
Some are wives who give their husbands
Their hearts, their blessings, their kindness
Like Ruth, the Moabite, who was great-grandmother
To the King after God's own heart, David,
Who played such a great role in the lineage of Jesus
Some are followers of the King of Kings
Those who know He is the best there is
Believers who give their entire lives to Him
Like Mary Magdalene, who Jesus healed and who
Was also the first witness of His resurrection
Some are women who love with all they have
Through joy and pain, in spite of everything
Giving all their lives to their beloved
Like Rachel who knew what is was to be childless
Sharing her beloved with her sister, Leah
Some are women who have a desperate yearning,
Like Hannah, who yearned for a child of her own
She prayed, promising to give her son back to the Lord
When Samuel, her son, anointed King David,
He gave the entire world a new direction toward redemption
Some are women who fall into great sin
Like Eve, the mother of Cain and Abel
She was deceived by the enemy of us all,
And changed the entire fate of mankind
Including the way we would live in this life
Some are like Deborah, who was a judge of her time
Others, like Esther, who changed the heart of the King
Some are like Miriam, prophetess and Moses' sister
Others, like Sarah, who had Isaac at 90 years of age
Some are like Elizabeth, who bore John the Baptist.
Then, there is Priscilla, who was a powerful church leader
Also, there was Mary who was sister of Lazarus
And, Martha who was rebuked by Jesus so her sister,
Mary, could sit at the Master’s feet and hear His words
All the women of the Bible were strong and blessed
By the One who gave each one of us the chance to have
A personal relationship with Jesus, our Lord and Savior
The One who taught all women that they could be a light
Guiding others through the darkness, into His grace
Praise God for women of the Bible and women of today
Who share the faith that Jesus is the only way!
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
March 23, 2022
When The U.S. A. decided to build a highway system extending all the way to California, it was called Route 66. It extended from Chicago, Illinois to Santa Monica, California. Via television in the early 60’s, its fame grew beyond the reality of a long western ride. As a child, like millions of others, I enjoyed watching Todd and Buz zoom across the country in a Chevy Corvette. Today, their journey reminds me of my journey through the Bible.
Often, we do not realize that part of heaven is about the journey. If our beginning were Genesis, and we never experienced joy until we reached Revelation, we would have lost much of heaven when we passed through Judges. If we only set our sights on the destination, we would never experience the beautiful music of David in Samuel or his confessions in the Psalms.
I've learned to enjoy my journey through the Bible in spite of the evil Kings of Israel portrayed in the Book of Kings or the slaughter of newborns by King Herod in the Gospels. I tell you, King Solomon was like so many of us when he speaks of vanities in The Book of Ecclesiastes, and shares the beauty of romance in The Song of Solomon. It was a most breathtaking portrait of the wisdom of God when I turned North toward The Book of Proverbs. I tell you, there is nothing like pausing at a rest stop and drinking the fresh waters from the Book of Ruth.
When I exited the dusty roads I had trodden, Route 66 opened up a whole new world to me. There is so much more I could say, but I would rather invite you to come along with me on Route 66* because there is plenty of room, and there is no end to this grandiose excursion.
There are many more wonderful people, places, and things that I could share with you, but I must not forget to tell you that there was a Very Special Person that I continued to meet throughout all my travels on Route 66. There was a Special Person and a Presence; This person expressed himself in many different forms, but there was little doubt about who he was. I tell you, he was and still is so very personable and the dearest friend to me. He is called and known by many names; some of which are Christ, Jesus, Savior, Master, and Teacher. He’s all those to me, but I also call him Lord; and I met him when I began my journey on Route 66.
cj070615 PS *Bible Route(66 Books)
"Thoughts of a Sexual Nature"
Vivid thoughts of you,
in your birthday suit.
Sprawled on my living room floor,
anxiously you wait
for what you came here for.
Long toned legs,
a rippled mid-section.
I want to hear you beg,
you caused this ********.
Incense burn!!
Sex on the Beach
heightens the mood.
I allude,
to a massage.
A mental mirage,
a dream.
Vivid thoughts accrue,
as I knead your birthday suit.
skin like a rare passion fruit,
and I'm working for your nectar.
You're my aperitif,
and I have a sweet tooth
for your vermouth.
_________________________________________________________
Strumming your neck,
my tongue is the pick.
Hearing you moan lightly, "Oh your so thick."
So eager was the lass,
for me to.... hose down her fire.
You see, the blaze I intensified.
I knew her desires.
Slow down I pleaded,
hasten your pace!
We have all night baby,
and first base is my face.
I had overdosed on her Vermouth.
She poured without a care!
Enveloped in lusts rapture,
it was, to soon to conclude.
Ambiance is important, so I'll set the mood.
Red lights, mirrored headboard
& playing softly in the background,
a love songs
interlude!!!
_________________________________________________________
Soft moist lips lick you're ear
whispering words of delight
pursuing my plight for your might,
my tongue rolls down your neck
peck on peck,
as my goal unfolds
kissing chest nipples
your dimples of gold
tanned bronze like a god,
excitement,
ecstasy
extension to explode,
the ride enhances as liftoff begins
tastier than sins,
searing flesh on flesh emotions
enmesh juices of love in thrombosis,
in oceanic osmosis,
as we fall...
spent ...
content ...
in orgasmic opulence.....
"This is a collaboration written by three different poets... Starting with Me...
Samuel Brooks has the middle section, and Linda Marie Bariana concludes...
This turned out well and I am sure all of you will agree..
Jared Pickett---Asavvy1
Samuel Brooks----ChocolateWoW-------------------------1/27/2010
Linda Marie Bariana------Sweetheart
~I Love You Jesus~
(Couplets)
Just when I thought, I was alone and so lost,
You came to live inside my heart, and paid for me the greatest cost,
Of all, and since then You never left my side no matter what I have done,
Or what in my life I've chosen to do.In my soul you shine like the sun
You're the most wonderful thing that happened to me.You make me whole,
Without You to guide me I would be now in an empty darkened hole,
Without You by my side, this life would be so worthless and very mean,
Without You, my world would be so cruel and empty and so coldly grim.
I know that there's nobody like Him in the whole world, you see
He touches my heart and my soul, everyday, in every conceivable way,
He's made everything for me so completely brand-new, you see,
His sweet love fills the emptiness of my sinful soul, He sets me free.
His love is the greatest therapeutic healer that every man should know,
And without His Love and Grace there wouldn't be, any love left to show.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.03.2015
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
Very important verses to read in the Holy Scriptures..
1. Nothing to be afraid of- Hebrews 13:5-6
2. The heart of the matter- 1 Samuel 16:7
3. A covenant of love- John 3:16
4. Thank You Lord- 1 Thessalonians 5:18
5. Christ in you!- Colossians 1:27
6. Don't let the devil put one over you- John 8:44
7. Follow your dream- Exodus 3:11-12
8. God of your trouble,God of your heart- Psalm 32:7
9. Don't look at the storm - Matthew 14:30-31
10. A word about angels - Psalm 91:11
11. The power of love- Galatians 5:6
12. Abide in the Word- John 15:7
13. Love the secret of success- 1 Corinthians 13:8
14. Seek God first- Matthew 6:33
15. No deposit- No return- Psalm 112:1-7
16. Be clothed with humility- 1 Peter 5:5
17. Solid Rock Faith- 1 Samuel 4-6 and Luke 2:18-36
18. Firm foundation - 1 Samuel 7-9 and Luke 9:18-36
If everyone could just take one minute out of their day...and pray with me...
Dear Lord,
Hear me Lord,
I’m tired Lord...really tired
Tired of all the pain in the world...Lord
Tired of all the hate...
Tired of all the killing in the world ...Lord...the killing Lord...the killing
Tired of all the suffering...Lord
And Lord, especially the children Lord, when the children suffer Lord...the children
Tired of seeing them going to bed hungry Lord...and sick Lord...and slowly dying
I’m tired...I can not see any more Lord...we need you Lord, we need you now Lord
I’m tired of seeing mothers going to bed hungry so they can feed their children,
Seeing fathers not sleeping, worried sick not knowing how to feed their family,
Seeing children killing children, Lord no more hunger games, no more hunger Lord
I’m tired Lord...really tired...we need you Lord...hear us Lord...hear us now Lord
We need to feed the children Lord...we need to comfort the family’s Lord,
We need to stop the madness in the world Lord...nations killing nations Lord...
I’m tired Lord...but I always think about the children Lord...the poor children...
Now, I know Lord that they are with Lord...I know they are with you...the children
There were many who only stayed here a short while Lord...who died hungry Lord
And they were not given any names Lord...no names Lord... only a brief life Lord...
I shall give them names Lord...on earth they will have names, for the children Lord
I will start with boys Lord...if you can please give them these names Lord
Joshua Lord...he had your smile Lord
Ethan Lord...he had your strength Lord
Samuel Lord...he had your wisdom Lord
Ulysses Lord...he had you humour Lord
Samson Lord...he had your charm Lord
And the girls Lord...
Christina Lord...she too had your smile Lord
Hanna Lord...she had your inner light Lord
Rahma Lord...she had your beautiful eyes Lord
Isabella Lord...she had your temperament Lord
Sabina Lord...she had your tranquility Lord
Tabetha Lord...she had your inner love Lord
These are only a few Lord...
Each night I shall give others more names,thank you Lord...
I'm tired Lord...really really tired Lord...
Lord hear our prayers...
Amen.
Aug.18.2016
Prayer - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
A young man attended a Wednesday Night Bible Study and the Pastor preached about listening to GOD and
obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but ponder, 'Does GOD still speak to people?'
After service, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
They talked about how GOD had led them in different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home, and he prayed; ' GOD...If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.' As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, GOD is that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of GOD, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. 'Okay, GOD, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.' This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street .At the next intersection; he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud,’ Okay, GOD I will.' He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi- commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street' The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat 'Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay GOD, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will
CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me
We three had left together but suddenly were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
A human storm by madness made
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need to possess a lot of fortitude
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung with a swipe and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist, I could have killed Suede
Then suddenly I thought the battle was done
Yet and still Suede arose and I just wanted us to run
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung as a component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power is he who wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
The police assure us that they will find her, yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden In a new area, in a brand new neighborhood
All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim
And that’s virtually all we can remember of him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
My wife and I were broken souls and both our hearts were horrendously hurt
Because there are too many inhabitants on this paltry planet who gave birth to the “Amber
Alert”
© 2011.….Poefree