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Did Shakespeare ever fall in love?
A rose by any other name would
stink as sweet!
What would Y'eshua say if indeed
Magdalene was his favorite disciple?
What miracles would he impress her
with
So as to savor her forbidden apple?
O woman!
Is that why god made you last of all
nature's enviable beauty?
If before he said let there be light
You were the first thing his devine
eyes saw
I bet creation would have been a
different theory altogether.
If love at first sight was a figure of
speech
Then I swear I love you like a
metaphor
And your smile is a typo
They meant to say a simile
I will kiss your face like a blank page
And my lips will be the tip of my
pencil
Drawing drooling hieroglyphs like
the hand of god
Inscribing Ten Commandments of
Love
On the tablets of your breasts
Because my name is Moses
A stammerer on a voyage to save a
lonely soul
From the shackles of cynicism
On love affairs.
I would love to laugh while making
rough love to you
On the dark floor of my solitude cell
Where torn pages of amatuerish
poems lay as a carpet
Because you are my words:
Maybe your face is the sky
And your eyes are the stars
Maybe your laughter is a symphony
Of a million harps from a million
virgin angels
I have written about love a million
times
And still you remain elusive
A mystery
Are you an acrostic;
So each letter tells your tale?
Maybe a couplet or limerick?
Are you a sonnet? Or a ballad? Or a
metre without a rhyme?
Maybe you are a mere syllable I
mumble at every sudden ******.
Your body is a symmetry of regular
ryhthm
Consumate from five to seven
And back to five
Haiku:
Japanese poets should build a
pedestal for you
And all lustful lads
Should come and slink the slank at
your feet
Indeed lady,
Your gait and pride and smell of
shaven armpits and eyeballs might
make a eunuch have an ********
And that to me
Is amorous injustice!
Tell me,
What can a scribe do?
When all I write about is human
weakness
And wickedness?
When writing to me is an escape
from adjectives I can't utter over a
cup of coffee?
To me,
The strand of your hair alone
Deserves atleast umpteenth stanzas
of praise
A prerequisite.
If I say I love you
Will you giggle at my palpability?
Why bore you with parables
When all you yearn for is a touch
And forever?
I will say no more.
To what avail are scriptures etched on stones
If it’s true, we must feel it in our bones”
~ Author Unknown
My first question would be…
Who is it that etched scripture on stone?
Then why is such a distinction made?
Long ago, Jehovah called Moses to the Mount
and carved on two stones divine law for His people.
His covenant involved sacrifice for breakage.
In anger, Moses broke both the law and the stones
shattering revered integrity in anger.
See, God’s people thought Moses was not coming back.
Perhaps God had killed him up there on that mountain.
Brother Aaron had let them shape a golden calf
which they freely worshipped instead of Jehovah.
God Himself engraved those basic Ten Commandments
which bestows a special significance itself.
But the second real distinction came later as
His people realized, man cannot keep God’s law.
What is the next question?
Why must scripture be felt in our bones
More important, what is the truth discerned therein?
The same Jehovah called Jesus Christ to the cross,
conferred forgiveness for lack of obedience.
Jesus’ own words are the truth He came to reveal
when He said, “I am the way, the truth and the life.”
No one can come to the Father except through Christ.
Hear these words from major prophet Ezekiel -
God will remove their hearts of stone and grant them peace;
His spirit will dwell in the hearts of believers. *
Promised Messiah had come, Israel’s King of Kings.
Royal throne, the cross where Jesus was crucified
and thorns were the kingly crown they placed on His head.
His perfect submission, example set for man;
His grace and mercy within us proves His true worth.
John 14:6 and Ezekiel 36:25-28
April 27, 2022
* the scripture from Ezekiel 36:26-28
"A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh. And I will put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes, and ye shall keep my judgments, and do them. And ye shall dwell in the land that I gave to your fathers; and ye shall be my people, and I will be your God."
Jacob, who swindled and swapped his stew
for the birthright, then the blessing
that he felt like were his due,
in time, his dream would be secured,
he’d marry the love of his life,
sweet Rachel, who would one day give birth
to a son named…
Joseph, brother and son, a heart undone
by jealousy, the sin beyond words
expressing the violence of a desperate shadow
silhouettes of vengeance, complicated
by sentiments of what could have been
if only hearts had given in…
then, his potential, forthcoming
victory, a vision, remembered
a dream, fathomed, fulfilled.
the children of Israel, slaves under the rule of Pharoah
who God would harden until he told Moses the slaves could go
but he’d follow – to the sea where God parted the waters,
allowing the Israelites to walk on dry land – while their pursuers
were washed beneath the sea, forever gone –
forever erased from the earth’s soft song…
Moses led them, wandering in the wilderness for 40 years
yearning for the land God had promised them when they left Egypt –
led by the cloud, during the day
led by the fire, during the evening
they were fed manna that only God could have given,
they were given the law, so they’d know right and wrong,
the ten commandments, to teach them God’s rules…
as time continues on, there comes David, after God’s own heart
playing his instruments, glorifying his God,
killing the giant who sought Saul’s army,
destroying darkness with his kindness and charm
David brought victory to the hearts who knew him,
the one who would be King of Israel…
as the story colors between the lines, there is One
who comes to live on this earth, One who came by virgin birth,
One who knows us – the sinner, the soul, the saint
He leads us to the drink of the living water, He is life
and He is the sacrifice that silences our fears,
wipes away each tear and, despite the pain of a cross,
whispers light through the heart, comforts us when we hurt,
makes a way for our heart to praise…
the love, His grace, He is the way
the second chance for me to say
when I die, I won’t have to pay
I’ll have a new life, a new day
God’s Son came to erase the past with a love that will always last!
As Easter remembers – beyond all the winters - here is hope that keeps giving
love that keeps living – He never stops forgiving!
Civility and Man: A Historical View
Since man began to populate the earth,
And feel the pull of Satan’s evil ways.
The angels came to teach the fallen souls:
Proposing righteous ways to live earth days.
Decorum had been taught both then and now.
Man, Adam and his wife with death had played.
The badly chosen fruit waylaid their plight.
Enlightened, but from loving God they strayed.
Significance and consequence brought death.
The mortal two began to populate.
So rules of etiquette began to grow.
And man’s new fate embraced their mortal state.
Before too long, grave envy showed its face.
And Cain did not obey the rules, as taught.
He chose a rock and struck his brother dead.
Civility was not wrought in that rock.
When Moses led his people through the sands.
And Father carved some rules upon a stone.
Uncivilized, they bickered, played, and sinned.
Respect for God and His great words had flown.
When Socrates and Plato came around,
Civility…philosophy was deep.
The Ten Commandments were the reigning rules.
And politics gave zealousness a hold.
George Washington and others wrote some rules.
These rules were social rules, not civil laws.
Civility back then meant manner’s guide.
Respecting one another, yielding self.
The hundred plus ten rules, then set in place.
Fell prey to proper conduct’s judging ways.
And judgment for their lacking could be cruel.
If down the nose one’s self-worth found a sneer.
Dear Harry Truman taught a civil dream.
Of unity within the scope of men,
Together working for the greater good.
All brothers hand in hand respecting each.
The world today is filled with hatred’s fray.
Mankind now turns away from loving ways.
The common man believes all shall be well.
Surprise! Civility is on the road to hell.
Good actions are respecters of all men.
With energy beget not violent ways.
Or great travail shall overcome mankind.
Civility to me, most surely means:
Loving one another, there and at home.
Willfully revising loveless thinking.
Rebuking darkness with the light of love.
Unity and freedom…let us ring.
United wisdom drinking of love’s well,
No longer greeting slaughter of lost hope.
But civilly, rethinking plights of man.
© Name withheld for the contest
March 21, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
PLEASE PRAY FOR THE WORLD AND FORWARD THIS AS INSPIRED.
Telling "White Lies"
My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral about stitching
together gainful employment)
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire
lacked positive role models, none the
less gumption taught her to strive
at tender age livid with rage to escape
caricature living poor, thus sought
employment when/wherever sheik hood
if necessary fibbed to survive
plus rash of healthy nurturing, and
absolute zero constraints, perhaps five
or thereabout years old attested
much later, suspected her papa did jive
with unspeakable improper behavior
(nobody dare discuss taboo issues),
yet intuition awoke within immoral
conclusion Harriet Kuritsky did arrive,
and perhaps resorted to stretching
the truth (fibbing a "white lie") the only
recourse available plied sweet innocence
knowing little or nothing about birds
feathering their nest, nor little about
buzzfeeding activity in beehive
naivete flirtatious coyness advantage worked,
I bet young thang did connive
and probably never did contemplate,
deliberate, generate and wrongdoing,
where mother of necessity spurred
angelic demureness strategy to contrive
securing bare necessities, hence fast
forward, when unsolicited advice given
to this sole son, or either sibling, (an older
& younger sister) tactics upbringing did deprive
ma mum of positive role models, hence
only blueprint to acquire essential needs
serendipitous series of unfortunate events
before Lemony Snicket did derive
school of hard knocks, (I do believe
formerly called Abraham Lincoln High)
rather than impugn, judge, revile, et cetera
kernels/nuggets of wisdom memory did revive
within my mind for rhyme, nor reason
blunt honesty, not always best policy
despite ten commandments
to husbands with many a wive.
Life lesson learned meant blurred line
between mendacity and truth
courtesy upbringing mommy dearest
if repeatedly drummed into me noggin
brutal honesty will bring nothing but bupkis,
or if you prefer the Yiddish spelling bobkes.
Each holy man there is, is convinced he's better than the next,
as his right hand tightly clasps prayer beads, whilst he judges others with his left.
Piety the reason that he wakes up every day,
just to forget that only God can judge, even if someone is gay.
Whether devoted to the gospel or in submission to the Muslim holy book,
many of these zealots cannot be told apart from crooks.
Their lies are so often inspired by an agenda that remains hidden
amongst claims they will be forgiven for each slip, no matter how forbidden.
Living in the future, they are consumed with the afterlife,
but it is so convenient to forget the rules every time they take another wife.
These hypocrites misinterpret ancient words however they see fit,
when the truth holds no advantage from which they could somehow profit.
Wars have been fought over less than a few acres of land,
both sides convinced the blood was spilled as part of their God's plan.
Self-righteousness surrounds us, humanity has ceased to exist,
replaced by laws made by hateful pastors and religious nuts like Kim Davis or ISIS.
Who can say that religion has done less harm than good,
when it can be held responsible for divided neighbourhoods?
When practiced with humility, it can be a beautiful thing;
praised for the prosperity it brings, and turned to for guidance in times of suffering.
But more often than not, Ten Commandments are ignored whenever we commit seven deadly sins,
we are so conscious of all our imperfections but ignorant of our blessings.
False prophets preaching in the streets take advantage of our desperation for something to believe in;
the confidence with which they spread their ignorance is rarely seen as deceiving.
Mankind will only survive this state of emergency if we unlearn all that we know,
once we accept that religion hinders us more than it helps us grow.
There is nothing wrong with having a little faith,
if it inspires love and does not advocate messages filled with hate.
God has no religion. There is no more need for these unholy wars,
let us not be so insecure that any offense is one worth fighting for.
Muslim, Christian, Hindu, or Jew; there will always be power in numbers,
lest we forget that before our dogma divided us, we lived together as sisters and brothers.
A Volume of McClatchy
(on reading "The Ten Commandments" by J.D. McClatchy)
- Cheryl L. Higgins @2001
I picked up your book. No, I ordered your book
special hard-back from the local shop
a neighborhood place where literary types and
Yale professors stop on their lunch
where the proprietor came round from behind
to check his shelves by eye
and called you 'our local boy'.
Our local boy.
I almost looked up when the bell jangled
and the door banged shut.
Six slow steps that stopped on the fifth.
The paper-shred scent of ink and pulp
draws the senses to the walls. Old brick dust
sealed with thick paint sets the books, your books
a censer among them, somewhere.
Do you come to see them? Four copies down to one?
Down to none? In the hands of a new reader, now.
Or a writer.
Now your truths become ours in these poems, your own
veiled soul a sacrament for the masses
a confession of wafer-thin sheets
whispered on the tongue.
Behind the stacks your penance becomes
our own absolution, writers murmuring your absolution
as they read you write themselves
how desperate blood-sport can be made of lives
at the liver's expense, nodding, yes I see
this happens, this is how it should be told.
But then, we catch
on your candor
and comes the dry
choke, the flush of
embarrassment
swallowed, for
aren't these the
self-crucifixions
for secret sins so
like our own
laid open with the
power of blood and
passions
the writing which
readers covet
and we feel the
jealous prick, we
writers as readers
for not confessing
first, and then
contrition, and then
that recurrent
seduction of maybe
becoming so bold our
selves one day
the titillation of
fashioning our own
sins with such truth
oh, no! Then, yes,
and then,
Yes!
For when we write in
half-truths
does not some better
truth lie just
beneath?
And here, you've
given us yours.
The man on the
stairs steps behind
me
to wait in deference
to my purchases
your book tucked
away, already mine,
now.
He leans in to get a
look at the title
thin polite smile;
fellow lover of
words, to care what
I might read
so I tip it back
that he might more
easily see
his face open in
slight surprise and
what might be
approval, but has he
read it? I can't
tell.
He steps to the
counter.
"McClatchy," he
says.
"Have you any copies
left?"
Did you know that God has performed many miracles?
Quite the sight I bet, parting the Red Sea must have been a spectacle'
He did this so Israel would pay homage,
For God taken them out of bondage.
After Pharaoh watched his armies perish,
Did Israel grasp this and really cherish?
The price Pharaoh paid, along with his son.
Knowing that he pronounced the curse was from his tongue.
Couldn't wait they're faith waning,
They (Israel), made idols and continued praying,
Moses on Mount Sinai, getting the law,
His people singing,dancing down in the draw.
Moses returned, became good and angry,
Smashed the tablets, earthquake came suddenly.
Moses, hated them at this place and time,
They knew not what they had done, what a price to pay for that crime.
The Lord was angry, more then He ever had been,
They idolized a golden idol, Moses was heartbroken.
Later, the Lord continued to perform miracles,
Through David,who was fearful of the Lord, putting our Father at the pinnacle.
In Acts 13:2, " A man after God's own heart."
Within David, God and Spirit were never apart.
Wisdom was given to David, to rule justly.
Decisions from the Spirit, made David mighty.
David with many others are called prophets,
To have wisdom and the Holy Spirits knowledge.
God commanded to keep His Sabbath,
Exodus 18, clearly is the law and it's message is mammoth.
God made a covenant shortly after,
Special people, to His flock, thereafter.
The Ten Commandments, God's spiritual law,
Israel and God agreed to this, Holy without any flaws.
From Moses to David, and a covenant for sure.
To follow the statutes, and have a Spiritual cure.
God commands through His Holy Book, to be faithful,
Do this, and your Lord will bless you, and you'll be eternally grateful.
Now today, is the beginning of Passover.
Reminding Israel of another promise to escape death, the real story right to the core.
Then the weekly seven days after, unleavened bread,
The night the Pharaoh cursed all the firstborn, ans all Egyptians first born were dead.
So in closing, Our Lord is a Spiritual judge,
He angers when we forget to fear Him. and He does hold a grudge.
Obey the Lord, be humble but bold, and sincere,
He will forgive you, you, me, his flock, whom He loves so dear'
Does an ‘act’ that gets praised by a stranger reveal an act’s worth
Or reflect more the generous heart that observes? To feel love’s
Sure a gift, a response I return, no receiver can earn.
All the good man perceives, a brave witness ‘Love’ lives in all hearts,
Its expression’s no accident, roles that we play are bit parts.
We are actors, in touch with Bard’s beautiful lines that we clutch
At like straws, though we all sink and rise in life’s play. And the dove
That returns to the ark of our being, Bard’s gift (and God’s mirth?)
Am I brave to embrace the worst parts of myself (like the best),
And to love each ‘mistake’ that has helped me to grow? Can I touch
‘Like a wife’ my life’s pain, trust to feel joy, all sadness is gain
(That our God must feel too if He’s Love?) Must Creation reflect
Who God is (the ‘I AM?’) and if not, then why not? Is respect
Owed? God ‘needs’ to demand one prove Love? A dad sacrifice son!
Owed a God who creates ‘in own image’ but feints in the clutch
To let ‘man’ feel pain too (his God feels)? By pain’s ‘gift,’ are we blessed?
Can you dare to presume that you understand God, that His Word
In the Bible’s a ‘Truth’ you can deal out to others as if
(Are you God?), ‘our thought’ win true God’s nuance? Man’s ego ‘IS SIN!’
Your soul fries at the moment you step in-between me and God!
God’s relationship’s intimate, never a mob scene! Sound odd?
My faith’s ‘Colored’ to you? Might that mean God uniquely loves too!
‘Faith in God’ is not one size fits all. You’re NOT God; faith’s His riff!
Don’t compare yours to others, and Trust Him, else prove faith’s absurd!
Did Christ die for your sin or to show you God’s Love that was there
All along? “Greater love has no man’ than he lay down his life,”
But God’s Grace, (if God’s Heart can save man, it’s been there from the start),
Did not need Christ to Die! Ten commandments in truth more a ‘joke’
Meant to help us be humble? Does God by Christ’s death then provoke
The thought ego’s a ‘pipe dream,’ that service to others supreme
If we’d please Him? Let ‘Cross’ be my pride; the Church blush to be wife,
For Groom’s blood is the dowry He paid. Pray, “God’s real!” Does He care?
Brian Johnston
14th of August in 2019
John F Kennedy said this about the people of East Berlin, "the people of East Berlin are voting with their feet." Hence the land of "eloquent silence." Where people were so afraid of being turned into the state police. They were afraid to speak their minds in a socialistic form of government. For the fear of being turned over for questioning and integration by the communist security police.
In spite of what happened during the Vietnam generation. And in spite of what has been happening in Hong Kong and in Valenzuela young American people are favoring a socialist government. They are censoring freedom of expression as hate speech. Which includes any person who disagrees with you. Yes, racist speech is hate speech! And so is censoring freedom of expression by the term political correctness! Political correctness violates free speech!
Remember the days when it was not politically correct in the United States of America to wish people a Merry Christmas? Cities and town were prohibited from Christmas decorations. Especially if they were religious in nature! They even wanted to ban people from displaying Christmas religious decorations on their lawns. People used terms such as happy holidays and season's greetings and they still do today. Which is fine by me!
When I was younger, Winter break was called Christmas Vacation. And spring break was called Easter Vacation. That changed even when I was enrolled in the public school system. I was either in high school or junior high. When it first took effect. Choirs and bands could not sing religious songs.
The ten commandment and religious monuments were being torn down
by people, who wanted freedom from religion. Cites such as Everett Washington had to fight to keep our ten commandments. By designating it as an historical landmark.
People have the basic right not to believe in God if they want to! That's what freedom of religion is all about. People have the right to believe in God if they want to. People have the right to disagree, and I would like to keep it that way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020