Long Throne Poems
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I Cry
I was born in poverty and wealth was never my aim
From all I can remember....wealth brought sorrow and shame
We lived a life of simplicity
Our neighbours..well they were family
I grew up without praises
I grew up without direction or guide
But somewhere within my heart and my soul
Was a Spirit whole and alive
And from diaper to figure skates
That something made His self known
He was Jesus and became my redeemer
Transforming our house into a home
And He is a gentle man
Worthy of crown and throne.
Nursing my wounds cost Him His blood
And I will probably never understand why
He gives me so much of His precious love
I can not repay Him...so I cry
As I take a look back, I look back what my life was
to what it became and only I can stop the rain
yeah dats my M.O. and trust me these poems
ain't nothin but a lyrical masterpiece
so to me it's my poetic memo
so dats what iz, and I been sanctified lyrically
to unify, be a role model to these teens thats
thinking bout suicide and I'm done choosing sides
so my mental is like do or die, who am I
I'm dat street corner dat these street pharmaceutical
thugs, gang banga's hugged when this world became too much
but honestly it's never enough and hate is everywhere
love used to be ain't nobody trying to overcome
it just looks like slavery and civil rights woke up
from extinction, the smell, stench, and resdue
the devil left still resides on the hemisphere
but who really cares anymore it's all about
making it threw the storm and lyrically
August 2004 a poet was born so in memory of the late
great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. so will I take my throne
raise up every lost soul till the good Lord carries me home
in the same manner Jesus left so thats why I keep my
right fist in the sky and beat on my chest
the word of GOD resides in my left breast
Queen P. Mantis was majestic, beautiful, daring and fine.
The men lined up quickly, hoping to be at the head of the line.
Watch out, one father told his son, or it’s off with your head.
He decided he would please her, he would retain life instead.
She walked with a flourish, her blue satin dress a fine swish.
She had a gorgeous look about her, thinks young Stud Fish.
Ignoring his father’s counsel, he tried to catch her green eye.
She stopped in front of him, giving him a thumbs up kind of sigh.
The Mantises in waiting were excited, for he had a handsome side kick.
Jasper was hustled into their chamber, where their perfumes were thick.
Stud Fish was taken behind the throne room, in a secret kind of way.
He knew he was going to father some princes before end of this day.
His father yelled “I love you son” which made him irritated.
He was sure the ruthlessness of Queen P. Mantis was highly overrated.
His mother began to wail and weep; his parents began to keen.
He gave an apology quickly to the lovely, beautiful young queen.
The deed was done, and he felt confident everything was quite all right.
Everything got black and he found himself surrounded by white light.
Walking up Jacob’s ladder, he saw his sidekick Jasper up ahead.
That’s when he remembered the queen had bitten off his head.
The world is turning furious and fast,
A story told in storms and sighs,
But I have left the shoreline of my past
And all the hollowness of my eyes.
Let others count the letters in the stone
And hug the coldness of a distant sign;
I found the boardwalk where You made Your throne,
And reached across the dark to gather mine.
Now take this weary heart and fold it deep,
Where mercy runs too thick for words to measure,
Past every promise that I couldn't keep,
Into the gold of Your unchanging treasure.
Oh, pull me closer than the breath I breathe,
Enfold the center till the boundaries break—
A multi-layered cocoon of pure relief,
Where love is all that stays alive, awake.
No curb can hold the bruises of the throw,
No winter chills in the nesting of Your wing;
I simply walk the way the wind will blow,
And let the silent heart begin to sing.
Wrapped up in You, with mercy all around,
The storm can roar against the outer sea
But in the middle, on this sacred ground,
There’s only Jesus, and the rest of me.
There is a never-ceasing fountain
Found beneath the Master’s throne
And from beneath the holy mountain
Living water streams have flown
Oh, hear His call: “Come all ye weary
Eat and drink without a price”
Whatever ailment, pain or worry
His great mercy shall suffice
His streams of grace shall never falter
Those who trust in Him shall be
Like fertile trees by endless water
Fearing not when drought shall be
All sinners, come and choose salvation
Wash yourselves in His clean stream
Experience His restoration
He does more than we could dream
How precious is Your loving-kindness
From Your stream are we supplied
And from Your house’s pleasant goodness
Are Your people satisfied
There is a never-ceasing fountain
Found beneath the throne of grace
Beside His stream, upon His mountain
I have found my resting place
Inspired by Psalm 36:7&8 and Isaiah 55:1&2
The stars have shifted, the veil is torn,
From Pisces' slumber, a new age is born.
No longer shall man imprison his kin,
The Age of Aquarius is rising within.
Pisces ruled through blind belief,
Built empires on conquest, cloaked in grief.
They carved up the world with sword and creed,
Fed on fear, on power, on greed.
But now the waters pour from heaven's jar,
To cleanse the world and heal the scar.
Not "us" and "them," not kings and sheep,
But souls awakening from oceans deep.
This is the age of brilliant minds,
Where truth no longer hides behind.
Genetic codes will dance with light,
And bodies heal without a knife.
AI shall dream and stars we’ll reach,
Beyond the dogmas churches preach.
The herbs shall speak, the crystals hum,
The age of knowing has begun.
No more shall skin define the throne,
The Black Sun rises on its own.
For Africa — last to feast, but first to birth —
Shall stand and lead the trembling Earth.
Youth will rise with fire eyes,
And tear the lies from dusty skies.
New gods shall walk with humble feet,
In city skies and forest streets.
Old books shall burn, old chains shall break,
The world will bend, the world will wake.
Floating towers in the air,
Peace on Earth and stars to share.
No one shall govern with a fist,
No soul shall vanish into mist.
The cosmic heart begins to bloom —
The death of prisons, the death of gloom.
In Leo's light, Aquarius sings,
The child shall lead, the soul shall bring.
A time where war is laid to rest,
And man remembers: he is blessed.
For what is coming, none can stall —
The rise of the One inside us all.
The end of fear, the fall of fame —
The age where all become the flame.
Leaving heavenly throne to reach-out mankind, the Messiah bore the status of condescension: His birth in the Bethlehem manger brought to Earth’s calendar a divine milestone, while glorious angelic choir and awed shepherds welcomed His babyhood.
offering love’s best
incarnation triumphant
eternal life reigns
Servant-leadership --- Christ exemplified as He ministered with mercy’s optimized best: healing the sick, feeding the multitudes, quickening the dead, forgiving the repentant, pronouncing beatitudes, drawing humanity nigh to the Almighty.
utmost caring shown
compassion indeed at work
blissful selflessness
Falsely accused with blasphemy unpardonable, betrayed by intimate companions, indicted to pay sins’ penalty, Jesus bore the cross to Calvary, giving up the ghost to reconcile sinners to the holy Creator: freeing those who trust Him from iniquities’ condemnation, assuring them heaven’s security, and granting peace so blissful.
grace and justice met
redemption truly fulfilled
blest crucifixion
Entombed, verily secured; yet after three days of burial, the Saviour rose amidst guarding soldiers manifesting His omnipotence: mighty wonder proving His expertise in impossibilities, miraculous act only the Sovereign can do and marvelous magnificence against vanity of temporal existence.
power over grave
resurrection smiting death
hope of believers
Heeded toward the Father above, the Lord entrusted the Great commission-fruition to His church: to build lives, spread His love, exalt His name through the Holy Spirit’s guidance, gearing, guarding, and girding while advancing His kingdom*.
pursuits accomplished
ascension so jubilant
to come again soon
*Matthew 28:19-20 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
September 2, 2020
1st place, "Let the Pens Flow - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas; judged on 9/16/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Divine mirth grips my heart
exuding gratitude reaching heaven’s throne
when wrapped with ecstatic triumph
persuaded that God is merciful
attending to my needs constantly...
Thanksgiving keeps my soul joyful
subduing worries, despair and woes
since the Lord* assures hope
radiating grace of loving kindness
marked with serene compassionate glow...
Gratefully worshipping the blessed Almighty
my spirit abounds with praises
while reaching out to others
sharing peace along contentment bliss
driven by faith toward victory!
Psalm 39:7 - And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
April 3, 2025
2nd place, "5X5X3" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 4/26/2025
Revival meetin's are nearly passe' in this day and age,
But when I was a kid they were then all the rage!
Mom made us kids attend whether we wanted to or not.
I must admit they provided entertainment that I've never forgot!
Invitations were sent to everyone in the local surrounds,
Invitin' folks for week long meetin's with dinner on the grounds.
To hear the visitin' parson declare the Good News to the fold;
That eternal message of love heralded to generations untold!
Animated preachers from the rostrum did scream and yell,
Proclaimin' an immediate choice betwixt heaven and hell!
Thumpin' the pulpit scarin' the devil out of you,
Without kneelin' at the altar or even leavin' your pew!
My Mom, bless her soul, ever in a state of agitation,
Urged us to approach the Throne of Grace for our salvation!
Times too many to recall I was led by my ear to the altar,
But, alas, I usually fell from grace - my faith seemed to falter!
Though I look back on those times with some bemusement,
For at the time they provided my sibs and me with some amusement,
I'm forever grateful to straight and narrow paths we were directed,
To help plod life's treacherous bourne and cope with the unexpected!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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When i lay awake and fear overtakes my mind
Your arms are the safe haven where peace i find
Your soft warm embrace
Takes away the painful tears running down my face
My hero,my strength
My every breath,my life so greatly lent
My weakness you have turned to power
Thoughts of you fill my heart hour after hour
Your lips are my saving grace
Your heart is where i feel safe
My hero,my greatest love
My miracle sent from a throne above
I am yours mind,body,soul
It is only you my hero that makes me whole
You are powerful but soft
You are defined but rough
My Hero my intoxicating dream
My source of life and love supreme
You are my hero a mortal being
But your powers are greater than ever before seen
Hidden under a mask of humanity
You bring to me peace and serenity
My hero,my soul companion
With you i shall stay un-abandoned
My Hero My Mortal.............