Long Shepard Poems
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Monah Kaur and Robert Kumar fled from London, came to ‘Hindustan’; tied the knot
The 'Singhs' stopped their songs and 'Kumars at no. 42' burnt their studio; this rebellion; they will forget not
A petite piece of land was gifted by Uncle Prem to mark their freedom
With much thought the newly wed called it Garden of Eden
They cleared the plot from crawling matters and built a woody farm house
Within a year, Monah gave birth to twins; Lisa died; Minnie who survived became quiet as a mouse
The air around still polluted in invasion and many cuffed in iron
The sun and moon fairer than in London but nothing seemed fine
The couple laboured and fostered peaches for Mr. Big Ben; returned home clad in blisters
Minnie cried; and cried; her parents had no time and she desired a couple of sisters
In financial distress the duo approached the heroic Farmer Bachan to assist his flock
Pleased with their dedication he gifted them a Peacock.
Minnie cried louder now, seeing this English present; she wasn’t a fan
Bachan who was fond of the child, sent her way, a young Indian Peahen
Minnie’s tears lost its way in the Ganges as the new birds found their click
Around Christmas added to the family was a cute hybrid Pea-chick
What adorable ‘chana’ like eyes had she!
Without delay, Minnie named her Chick pea
Eden now a 'Rangoli'; 'Ranisas' and 'Nawabs' soothed in ‘Masala’ tea
All engrossed in the lights and sweetness of Diwali; no attention paid to the growth of The Serpent on that Apple tree.
Those daffodils patented to Wordsworth, danced in the air
In its abode, the serpent watched Eden, what a scare!
One morning, Minnie fetched a Brown ladder to reach the tree which dazzled with rounds of juicy red
The ladder attacked and killed; the child returned home badly bitten, almost to eternal slumber she bled
Bachan’s sheep strayed to the road that was not to be taken, decreased from many to few
Eden cried for The Good Shepard; The Foreign Raj ruthlessly bottled native stew
Prayers were answered and on a Tiger came a Flying sheriff called ‘Shroff’
Bedecked in turfy ‘ceps’ and ‘pecs’; this essence fought in ‘huff & puoff’
Over time; in years almost equal to Tendulkar's century; the Serpent grew wicked miles
The gladiator fought till his last breath, excreting the treacherous reptile back to the British Isles
Like a dam that holds water back water, we cannot prepare for God's blessings if we live with barriers that block out God. Break out of the barriers and destroy the dam so that God's rushing water of healing can spew out to every part of you.
We walk with many troubles everyday. There are people and things that want to bring you down. Ask God to shut the mouth of the lion that pulls you down until you wear it's tooth around your neck, allowing others to see you as a example of Christ's power.
You can become lost in a forest with no direction. Life too can seem this way. You may think your running in circles, but God's hand is always there to bring you back to the path. Just ask for help.
Our problems can make you fee like there is a weighted ball around your ankles while your trying to stay above in life's ocean. Just know that God can cut those chains if you trust In him.
If you place your faith in Jesus everyday, the windows to Heaven will open and bless you beyond compare. Just be patient. Give Him a chance to work in your life.
We should not fear anything in this life. Fear is a lie. Fear is a powerful weapon and we need to always guard our mind and heart to discern what is being told to you from God and the enemy.
Let your heart be filled with joy. God isn't a boring God. He to loves our joy and would want nothing more than to increase it. Be thankful everyday for what comes next. Who says being a Christian had to be boring. Smile!
He is the cloud that blocks the heat of the sun for those who need rest.
He is the rain that pours over a drought to replenish the plants and animals. Think how much more he will do for you!
God can give you instant success, favor, and move mountains that you never thought could move.
Do not keep your head in the sand like an ostrich, but ask the Holy Spirit to unveil your eyes to see God and love Him in more ways.
A dog is thankful for the crumbs and bones it's master gives at the end of a meal. Imagine how much more thankful we are to a God who gives a crown on your head and a helpful hand?
The path to Heaven is hard to stay on. If you ever fall off, do not be afraid. Just like a Shepard who looks for one sheep of the hundreds that is loss, He too will find you back.
Form:
mending fences can keep your cattle from
wondering : or going astray.
these grasses are as green as the one's
they graze upon, yet they rather dine
in my pastures.
who tends to the cattle, might he
then fix, what he hast allow to break!"
yet the Shepard, speaks as he has strength enough to
take matters in his own hand, my men are Mighty, and
they can bring Mightier men to their knee's.
Let the chore chore over what happens in the night,
that those she pleases, might keep their minds
on the matters at hand!
lovers, and fighter know truths:
neither lover or fighter reveals their intentions
if they wish to succeed, so why
do you allow us to know your where about,
what woman would you trick me to have
the healthy maid or the sick whore?
One wonders if the other cares, than might they understand, in suffrage
the intentions of the other!
Might God restore your strength, Rest nearer the
orchard and the fruit might fall to your feet, the common curtsy
of these women lack's the concern of being
hostspitible they have been taught
manners by the dogs that feed upon their sheep.
Lessons they endear, like the wild es that fest upon their harvest!
tame the words of a wild , and you will discover
the words from the wild, belong no place amongst the tamed!
she stored her underwear in her oboe, so that her lover couldn't be wise to the fact that they were worned!
these cuddledogs are wild dogs of the woods, their adventures are of
mean spirted ways, they are to be tamed by my might, they shall understand, the need of men, come before the need of
things, or creatures, might I stand before God with these truths, he would understand!
you've betrayed me with you "so-call needs": does honor mean anything to you? does it? does-it !
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Resurrections lone fallen spiritual being, kneeling within the darkness of mine
Own tormented soul, broken, fractured at fetters ivory appendages, a flightless
Angelic Dark winged angel standing alone, weeping in the nights blackened clouds of utter blindness, a disarmed shield maiden of heavens grace!
Seeking the lightning storms final thrust of thunders rapture, my burnt scorched
Feathers descend cascading downwards, as melting leaves captured in the
Autumn winds of betrayals flame of the sinful heart, left unsheathed!
Virtue’s innocence lies slain in the battlefield of mercy’s shamed, shattered
Is the core of faith’s fragile child, lost amongst the hailing hurricane,
Battered and bruised, the white dove soars beyond clarity’s grasp!
Biting tears clash against the bare exposed flesh, stinging with malice’s
Hatred, as the face of God shuns this black fleeced lamb, whom broke
The vows promise, and interfered in the world of man!
Banished daughter of the light, unable to capture the winds of flight,
Transcendences none descendant trapped by the loving spirit
Willing to help the mortal being, begging for mercy’s compliance!
Yet shadowed by the dark illusions of the hastening storm of
Ignorance, she shed forgiveness tears on behalf of the unworthy,
For in the night humanities brethren turn away from the hungry,
Homeless, and the lost children that huddle within the darkness!
Thin are the clouds separation, as the storms rage begins to abate
Gods anger grows to the point of understandings loving, the grates
Of heaven casts shafts of grace, weakened by the hailing wake,
The lamb is unable to move amongst the silences eye of the hurricane!
Ever gently is lowered the cradle, the rocking crib of the healing
Miracle set at the flash points ushering of forgiveness, for the Shepard
Has reclaimed that which was lost!
In chorus spiritual assembly a small figure sings with heights
Reverence’s praise, and the master of the divine smiles
Upon this child of light, for her voice shines above all others,
For she is the fallen, now arisen with the wings
Of the outcastes singed!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I had not woken from sleep.
Feeling weightlessness, I peeked,
observing my body laid decease.
Slowly arisen to uncalmly peace,
realizing that I had passed in sleep.
Abnormal emotions so confused.
Just a nightmare I wished to be true.
I went to bed with just the flu.
I awakened!
And instantaneously surrounded,
by a warm aurora train like vessel,
hovered beyond me.
with an anointing ticket calling my name,
speaking softly a compelling phrase.
Telling me, do not be afraid,
welcome aboard Elysium Lane.
Like a Sheppard without sound the ticket,
spontaneous guiding my mind and
telepathy answering my thoughts.
Had I known, I would have prepared.
For this departure I wish to be spared.
Thinking for heaven’s sake,
someone had made a mistake.
Soon to be sixteen, I am too young,
so many goals left undone.
Way too soon, my life flashes in review.
My mom, dad and siblings what do they do?
Soon forced to accept unwelcome news.
The strain to them for boarding this train.
No joy to be had of sad skies to be gained.
Oh God the pain!
Who is to blame for such a mistake?
It is not my time, let me escape.
I am not prepared; they are not prepared.
Unscheduled departures never seem fair.
Leaving loved ones without a goodbye.
Is an incomplete sentence so unclear.
To question the who, what and why,
I was scheduled at this time.
No reasons can be given, nor to explain,
the guided ticket to ease the pain.
It may seem unscheduled and a skewed,
But this departure is on time for you!
There is nothing to argue, no one to blame,
You are on the manifest to board this train,
to leave, so get on aboard please!
As I crossed the threshold on to the train.
A calm resonates into Godly hood I became,
at once relieved from all pain.
The lighter I feel the ease to go gets brighter.
My awareness flares so bright and clear,
as if I had been blind,
and now really seeing for the first time.
It is okay, I am okay, it is okay!
I have reached divine!
Wish to view my parents knowing,
that I am fine and I now see.
What seemed to be an unscheduled,
was a departure, meant to be!
in this world of fatal attractions and demonic temptations
we must retrace our steps to find our lost generation
in the grand scheme of life God gave us each a purpose or task
and we need to find that special gift in order to do what He has asked
we're all precious to Him and with each of us God broke the mold
and when He loses any one of us He desires we'd be returned back to the fold
yet the generation of today has become negative in mind
the media portrays them as being thugs of all kinds
nothing about them is positive for they seem to be all about self
and it's up to as adults to help restore their spiritual health
where would we be ourselves if our own parents did not have our backs
we're in part responsible for the next generation falling off the right track
we were too busy climbing up the corporate ladder to keep them in place
we turned our sheep a loose and did not stay on their case
we stopped reading with them, praying for them and left them on their own
and now we have a bunch of rebellious kids who think that they are grown
a lost generation out in the wicked wilderness
caught up in the world of violence and willfulness
it's up to us as parents to take on the responsibility
and go out into the wilderness and bring them back to safety
we must retrace our step and remember the last time
we thought of ourselves as a flock, a community of one mind
we started thinking as individuals and went out to do our own thing
and in the midst of our selfishness our children did the suffering
we were too busy to teach them to take responsibility
we were too busy to teach them to respect authority
we must retrace our steps and go back to that time
when we were the most important thing on our own parent's minds
now is the time to get down on our hands and knees and get right with God
and hope that we can instill in our children a righteousness of heart
so pray for the youth, pray for yourself and pray for everyone's salvation
pray that Jesus the Great Shepard can retrace our steps and save our lost generation
Alan Shepard, astronaut, took golf balls to the moon
He whacked them only when he knew that he’d be leaving soon
‘One flew two hundred yards,’ he said, ‘and as I recollect
one came down in a crater, although I never checked.’
In seventy-one that bit of fun by NASA was allowed
Such jollity in twenty-one would now be disavowed
Like all the stuff they’ve left behind those golf balls lay there stranded
At least they do if it is true that both those golf balls landed
And then it all got boring with rockets on the wain
Those Saturn V Apollos superseded by a plane
Referred to as the shuttle like a boat, a bus or train
I doubt that space flights ever will excite me once again
Be careful what you wish for: is that not what they say
Something mad is happening, in outer space today
It should be so exciting as beyond the Milky Way
A hurtling flying saucer makes our population pray
It’s passing stars and galaxies at speeds beyond compare
We know it’s heading here because it didn’t stop off there
And now the bloggers tell us what the BBC refutes
It doesn’t come in peace because it’s loaded up with nukes
And finally it slowed down as upon our moon it came
And then it simply hovered there like it was taking aim
Then each TV and radio and stuff with speakers in
Crackled into life with a God almighty din
You humans shall obey these words and leave to us your earth
Or you shall be destroyed because you are of little worth
And then that space-ship blew apart as something smashed its shields
In orbit its astounding how much power a golf ball wields
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[Postscript: in 1971, Alan Shepard took two golfballs and a modified club to the moon. Apparently, aware that any ‘whoops’ moments might be blamed on ‘larking about’, this was sanctioned on the proviso that all scheduled tasks had already been completed: thus Shepard teed off shortly before leaving the moon. To this day, Shepard retains the record for the longest golf shot on the moon... Duh!]
*The Passionate Shepherd's Final Plea To His Love* ( my version of the conclusion, ) inspired from " The Passionate Shepherd To His Love" and " The Nymphs Reply To The Shepard" by Christopher Marlowe and Sir Walter Raleigh
I never spoke rivers seize to rage, nor denied disease of winter brings the flowers to fade, surely there will come nights that our home be plaqued with cold, and indeed Father Time ensures our bones will grow old...
How can I promise you truth in every shepherd's tongue, when I am the only one? However everlasting youth is quite possible, if you look past your worldly presumptions of love...
Tangible were never thy cap nor kirtle, neither beds of roses nor gown or anything embroidered in myrtle, merely metaphors my love, in attempts to swoon, for all I can truly offer you, are all my remaining suns and moons...
From behind a wall of protection you stand, armed with daggers of doubt that you throw at each man, who ever so tries to untie a layer of twine, that you've entraped yourself under meant to be there for all time...
But if from behind that wall you've built ,my love, you are not compelled to move, your heart I'm afraid, it will wither and die, and you'll never know of any love..
So come live with me and be my love, and all that has left my lips, I'll prove, together we'll build a foundation, and watch it grow under golden hues...
You've never heard laughter, like that of a child's echoing through the hills, so welcoming that from miles, birds will flock to perch upon our windowsills
What say you my dear precious? from that stubborn wall shall you be moved? Or shall I knock down each brick until my last dieing breath to ask once more to come be my love....
|was at my depths end,
Worn out and not knowing
What to do...
To save me....
The miles I drove...
So alone kept me
Wondering why
Did I do this...
All alone through
The night shifting gears
In the moon light
just me and the stars>|
Pushing my big rig
To limits I dared...
Around curves and
Down grades....
None would ever believe...
Faster and faster
I'd drive through the night
Just to feel something
Exciting....
So much better than my life..
I unloaded on a weekend...
With nothing to do
And took a load
Back to places I'd been....
Suicide is a place
All truckers think,
Around the next bend...
Would be a perfect place.
Yes, I thought these things
I admit....Until I saw
In Barstow of all things..
A place I could get my
Big Rig into....
I needed to feel loved
And be loved...
And love just the same...
That I stopped.....
Not that I had the time to waste
But I really didn't care...
I had a need I just had to fill...
And I was there...
I walked in familiar
With places like this....
Cages with dogs yelping in despair...
Speaking to me....
I did take one outside,
We did not connect....
I was lonely and humble
when I saw her....
She sat there so quiet...
Looking up at me...
So sweet....
Not a whimper....
We went out to the play yard
I expected her to run...
But she stayed next me
Just wanting to be loved....
I paid sixty five dollars
For Vet fees and more....
My sweetness was loaded
Into my truck...I was late....
Katie awoke on the floor
Of my big rig.....
Some where in New Mexico
We stopped....
Just four months old....
My Shepard mix....
Kissed my face....
And saved my life....
It's been five years
To date.....and I have
To share....that my Sweetness
My Katie.....
Is why I am here.
One drop of food color
Can change the appearance
Of a cup of water instantly
One word in love
Can change the heart
Of mankind in an instant
One spark of a flame
Can start a Forrest ablaze
One small rudder
Can guide direction of large ship
One bit in the mouth of an horse
Can control this large animals direction
One small tongue of mankind
Tells where the soul is seeking
Only to be tamed by the spirit
One drop of blood
Shook the earth
Birthing a way to escape death
In all the labor pains
That this world endures
Giving reason for heaven to rejoice
In bringing the kingdom
Unto the hearts of mankind
One drop of the spirit
Can begin to create a new living being
Gathering unto One flock
Being called together by One Shepard
Unto the One almighty heavenly Father
When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.
James 3:3?-?10 NIV