Long Sewed Poems
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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
In a house where a maiden's dreams were crushed
An open seam forever left impaled
Discolored remnants of a wedding veil
Beneath a stitch in time that came too late
A silver needle sewed her final fate
A blushing bride she never was to be
A spinster was to be her destiny
The war years seemed like only yesterday'
As I gazed on the ruins and disarray
A mildewed wedding dress that stood in wait
Beneath layers of soggy tattered lace
Then beneath the leaking roof and fallen beams
I heard the humming of that old machine
As she tried to mend the dream that fell apart
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
I lay claim.
To the spaces between your
breaths that hang suspended like
dust in summer glare.
I lay claim.
To the corners ignored, in which
your shadow glides beyond my
feeble reach.
I lay claim.
To the fading spike of your laugh
that leads me through our closed,
unbuilt days.
I lay claim.
To the scraps of us that now stick
and flutter on winter roads that once
stretched for miles.
I lay claim.
To our solid silences that welded blood
to shape, and sewed adoration to final,
absolute pledge.
I lay claim.
To the story written, the history lived and
the dreams that will all be swallowed
whole.
I lay claim.
To these characters, these pages, these
canyons between our lines that carry our
wonderous, dying years.
Under our Father's sun, the sorrows of our captive soul of sin serve us. The blood of the world's second son (of the first mortal father) cries out from the earth to our heavenly Father and henceforth the sorrow of our sins awaits us.
Under our Father's sun, O' how excellent that the bread of God came down from heaven and giveth life unto the world. O' how mighty is the gift of a provision that we would have to spiritually feed upon.
Under our Father's sun, Christ's blood ran deep and wide over the land of Calvary, and moans of loving souls pierced the heaven, pleading the blood of Christ.
Under our Father's sun, were they pretentious prayers?
Are we able to break free from the tendency of our wicked hearts?
For we are served well by our sins, our carnal mind; an enmity to God.
Under our Father's sun, on this earth iniquity and greed for power is a soldering iron into the conscious, subdued with open wounds of malice, divers lust, and hate.
Under our Father's sun, we are not dead to the sins of our ancestors, we know our failings yet we passed the worm-infested fruits we sewed to our sons and daughters, and our sins will serve them well.
Under our Father's sun, we learn nothing new for life constantly reminds us of the old.
>The killing fields of Khmer Rouge, Holodomor, France, Germany, Rwanda, and America were soaked with the lifeblood of millions.
>The Yellow River of China, The Somme River, and the Ncome ran red with the blood of the ingenious bold, and courageous ones.
Under our Father's sun, our lands are seized by the false prophets and charismatic politicians and we are blind and unable to sift through the mendacity.
The smog of irreligion hovers over the world. Absolution is an epidemic of contentment to the mind of those who are habitual perpetrators.....
NO MAN OF SIN WILL BE ALLOWED IN HEAVEN
COPYRIGHTED 2015 LABYRINTH OF LIFE
“6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. 7 Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.”
Genesis 3:6-7 New International Version
Shame Game
Change one thing
Just one thing
Oh how can I choose
That’s a tough choice my friend
What would we lose
Shame
Shame on you
Shame on me
The emotion that separates God
from those who wish to be free
Dark thoughts
Greed
Homeless we don’t feed
A broken planet
Overcome with need
Shame in the shadows
celebrates when we bleed
Shame on me
Shame on you
Put shame aside
We have work to do
Seeds of destruction
Shame plants them deep
Points at promises
we have failed to keep
Confession frees
Lay aside blame
Only the devil wins
in the shame game
Come naked to the Lord
Belief in a Saviour
forgiveness the reward
No shame on me
Or shame on you
That’s not what we were made for
God’s message is true.
Shameless, blameless
Our world can be new.
A goat without blemish
And creepers and verming
Are inserted in its mouth
Then all it's orifices are bound
The ancients sewed them up
And it driven to the wilderness
To carry away the sins of the masses
You took the fall Massiah
Carrying that cross and driven
To Golgotha carrying a heavy burden
A redemption for those willing to partake
Of the blood of the new covenant..
A lamb slain at the foundation
Of the world.. by name Word..
It took your life Uhai to create Wahyi
The prophetic word ushered life
The creating Word as the world took form
The Almighty is enthroned between the wings
Of the mighty Cherubim.. the living creatures
And the 24 elderls decree Holy holy is the Lord
Worthy is the lamb to receive the scroll
And open the seal, and proffes judgement
Lest we forget the pain and the slaughter
The rape the plunder and all the maafa
Of the land and children of the mother land
Lightening strikes, it then thunders and rain
Pours all over the land bringing renewal
Regrowth of the land signaling
As long as there is day and night
As long as harvest and planting persist
We will tend the sacred groves and proclaim
We are born of the Covenant with the Creator.
The flag that Betsy Ross did sew
So very many years ago
Had 13 stars for 13 states,
A flag that someone famous hates.
It represents a time, he said,
When hatred reared its ugly head,
For slavery was underway
Within the nascent U.S.A.
When Nike put it on a shoe,
Believing that was cool to do,
Objections stopped them in their tracks
And they caved in to tweet attacks.
The sneaker won't be up for sale
For Nike thought it wise to bail
As history keeps marching toward
A place where truth can be ignored.
The irony of Nike's loss
Of course resides with Betsy Ross
For no one's proven for a fact
That Betsy sewed the flag they sacked.
A boy moved into our small town, lived just down the way,
His British accent and lovely white smile, just made my day.
He invited me to the Easter dance and bought me a corsage
From beginning to end, the whole scene seemed like a mirage.
I wore a new white and yellow dress my Mom sewed for me,
She placed yellow ribbons in my hair, they matched perfectly.
We walked hand in hand to the dance talking about school,
Meanwhile my stomach was churning trying to stay so cool.
We swayed to Hey Jude, I thought I was in heaven for sure,
Yet scared of what would happen next - was I too immature.
Then the song ended, if there were others there I was unaware,
He moved his hands up my arms and touched my lips with care.
My expectations were high, thought I’d know love right away,
But I felt nothing, my hopes dashed, we broke up the next day.
Written August 11, 2012
For Craig Cornish’s contest
“First Kiss”
Placed second in contest
Just a little ditty
about two sown pretty ...
Each eager for a fabric
woven with love classic
had ridden textile wagons
thru much spastic traffic.
Seeking their prime patent
of material fantastic, they
both fell flattened in cloth
scenes dramatic; wrinkle-doom,
static dragons had torched
all their wagons.
Then, a textile server sewed
them together with threaded
fervor. Now two, his burlap
made battens are by her satin
fastened to strap their love
gladdened in passion’s best
lacy tatting. Their burlap and
satin when curled up in nothin’
is the best seamed somethin’
in the fabric magic patent.
... CayCay Jennings
March 21, 2018
She sewed all day and she sewed all night then gave her daughter a red cape, some bread and a brave warning, "Grandma needs you so remember, don't dilly dally in the forest Ruby. Wolves are sniffers they can spot you from far away. Ruby knew the dangers of the forest so she ran to her bedroom and retrieved a magic sword and 5 gold tines, hidden in her sock drawer.
Dilly dally not
you are just a tot
now trot, trot, trot
Out from the bush came a rambling half crazy wolf with fangs of ivory and eyes of scream. Ruby let out a war cry and when the wolf stopped shivering she politely asked, "Would you like to join me wolf. I'm going to see my granny and bring her a loaf of bread." The wolf befuddled looked at the tiny creature, holding 5 gold teeth in her hands and a huge sword. "Zippity doo dah Zippity day," sang the sword as it glimmered in the morning sun.
it's a beautiful day
best be on your way
what have you to say ?
I will give you gold fangs Wolfie, if you come away. The sword gave a gurgling laugh then said, " Good luck getting him out of the forest." Ruby lifted her magic sword and suddenly the wolf was the size of a small dog. "Come lets go, granny needs her crust of bread and we got to get there before she's dead."
for he's a jolly good fellow
for he's a jolly good fellow
never mush nor mellow
Together they went like two brave soldiers until they got to the bridge. When a big bear growled at them they didn't cow. "No worries!"
she said. Raising her sword once again, she turned the bear into a hen. By the time they got to grannies everything was easy-peasy as pie and granny decided that she wasn't going to die. So they sat at a round table and at fish fry singing Kumbaya My Lord, loud, clear and high.
The End.
Tying stone in a shaft to crack a nut there must have been cheer
Now,hitting by projectile thousands mile apart in ambience of fear
Imagine the warmth in skin when they sewed two pieces together
Now we grief over burnt skin through grinades and trigger pulled over
There must have been alliance among beings when they first articulated words
Heart bleeds when disparity in language is causing people to pull swords
How happy they must be when seeds sprouted in organized farming
Mother earth struggling to feed her childrens situation is alarming.
The despair among mothers waving farewell when there was pernicious plague
As if diseases are not enough to annihilate there are piles of uranium on sell.