Long Trumpet Poems
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The Market place is empty
No more traffic in the streets
All the builders tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat
Busy housewives cease their labors
In the courtroom no debate
Work on earth has been suspended
As the King comes thro' the gate
The King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face i see
The King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God He's coming for me
Happy face line the hallway
Those whose lives have been redeemed
Broken homes that He has mended
Those from prison He's set free
Little children and the aged
Hand in hand aglow
Those who were crippled broken ruined
Clad in garments white as snow
I can hear the chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
And the flurry of God's trumpets
Spell the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now unfolding
Heaven's grandstands all in place
Heaven's choir is now assembled
Start to sing Amazing Grace..Copied from the internet
Songwriters: Gloria Gaither, William J. Gaither.
GHOST ELEMENTAL
Lightning, currently water- currently fire, solid in spirit, ethereal flyer.
Vanishes upon completing its journey, by energys desire.
As a shapeshifter in exhale, flashing bare.
A streaker streaming in the light.
Fueled by its spirit airing its incorporeal lungs. God's trumpet
that turns on the night as you hear it, tingle your schlungs.
Fear it's song of judgment.
Kingdom come.
Plays on like a bassoon that meets a lyre, beats like a crash cymbal, pulses like creamy laser awakening Phoenix pyre.
Ghostly taser
with a breath of flare, saviour fare, it inhales, grinning bare.
Opening the seals. Waxing. Clean. Here to there, far to near.
Gods telegram on the wire. Natures tear.
It executes, judgment of the firmament, while darting out of site,
it warns, further encroachment,
like a woman allright.
One that just popped into the room with scorn, ready to fight.
Break out the holy water, no worries,
hell hath no fire. Valhalla no furies.
But now we have imagination to burn,
a reminder lesson we've urn ed.
As we scatter-worry. Repent in hybrid theory.
Of human elements ashes and dust,
purge a little purgatory, to learn or combust.
Contest entry: Pocketful of dreams
The room was bright my favourite colour
Large airy and yellow
It grew smaller as I walked round
And there was a yellow fellow.
Through a yellow door into a smaller room
So small I nearly couldn’t fit in.
Then a yellow mouse passed me
Banging a spoon and making a din.
Through a yellow tunnel I suddenly burst forth
To find I was the yellow trumpet of a daffodil
I used to like yellow once
But now I’m feeling quite ill
The yellow black stripes of a bumble bee
Headed for my flower
I tried to move my trumpet away
But didn’t have the power
I fell to sleep in a yellow bed
My quilt all yellow too
I found I was suffering Jaundice
So you looked yellow too.
© 8/01/2014
Luxury of a perky tulip tree
Smiles into heaven’s azure blue skies
Loveliness of a champion peach rose
Resonates from essence of today’s joy
Child’s laughter sprinkles through the garden
Delighting new shoots and fresh green seedlings
All nurturing sunlight entices growth
Faithful Gardener provides much needed prayers
Daffodils cheer on dew’s delicacy
Lending their yellow trumpet happiness
Ides of March never been more glorious
God’s chosen hybrids exuding pure joy
Thriving because they know they are revered
Mature in exquisite spurts, feeling loved
Provide brilliant inspiring colors
Luxury of a pretty lilac tree
When I first heard the demo
I paid more attention to what the background was
saying.
I knew If I were gonna have ah decent career in sound, song and Music
I would need to sing the song to impress those new to me and this sound.
When"When I 40 I want the sound to be same as when
I'm 22.
At 2;33 seconds into the demo I heard
'the background and it sound like they were
saying
" I sorta Blah
but please love me
Baby please love me"
Cause Iam sorta Blah!
So please love me
I need you to
love me!"
I told my manager I wasn't gonna sing nothing like that.
ZHe told me to listen to the next lines maybe it would change my mind";
thendo you see me like I see you
do you need me like I need you
Are you gonna be someone
for me
( I sorta Blah__ but please be
someone for me!)
I said I'd do it but I was reluctant.
He wanted a full orchestra and full vocal
some ooh's and ah's.
And I do do;
Cause I love yous.
I was un inspired so he found out
the type of men I liked( she said)
the night we were gonna start rehearsal these guys came in shiny clothes
and a boombox. when the pants hit the floor
I was flabbergasted and befuddled.
Four woman and the damn fool in here. after that show, This damn fool asked me to marry him.
We had a problem Honey!
Two days later We began recording and it showed up in the song.
It became one of me biggest records.
By Female Songstress Croise Crug
Music Music Sound and Soothing
Grooves.
I stood atop the fortress Megiddo
plains in the Jezreel stretching all around
from John's Apocalypse believers know
this site where the last battle will be found.
Through God's wrath seventh Angel is unleashed
by quake and fire, hailstorm now levelled ground
wailing from the followers of the beast
earth and man laid waste by trumpet sound.
But now I think that we knew all along
as murder stalks the French and Belgian streets
that in his Revelations John was wrong
here, now, in present times these armies meet.
As words become fulfilled, then by and by
I pause and wonder- could the end be nigh?
The story was always in the Middle East namely the Israeli State
Where the Savior will defeat the beast in these the days so late
With Israeli troops now on the ground the Black Bear sits in wait
In Revelations this can be found everything but the hour and date
The soon nuclear Iran is there and their best trading partner Germany
Of course Russia sits up North there and Libya too we shall see
And you remember that Arab spring and all the facts understood
Do you know what that will bring well I certainly feel that you should
And now as Israel continually chips away such anger begins to brew
What has long since been a fray has now escalated to something new
What are these columns of smoke with the coming eclipse and red moon
But this is certainly not a joke as something big is going to happen soon
Hopefully this situation will abate but just look around the world today
Civil unrest is just one other trait as it's for peace we should all pray
But once the final Trumpet is sounded the judgment already given
You'll know these words were founded as seen in how you're living
An observation of what the Bible stated over 3,000 years ago
to what is happening in current events today.
Two elephant fought,
No death these giant sought,
Victory their trumpet bought,
But it is the grass that dies without suffering drought.
The canon sound the dying drums,
Relics of war, ale and rum,
Silent the snipper for a bottle of whisky,
Aye! Aye! Soldiers, even life is risky.
Let us fight for freedom,
Let us do combat to break chains,
Peace is the son of war,
Bought with the blood of the dead,
Cos death is freedom.
The remains shall strive ,
Like a sprout after a fire,
Singing songs of a memorial,
Gathering their deceased for burial.
Mothers standing, awaiting their sons,
Infant trying to suckle from her dead mother,
Boys daring to aid their wobbling knees,
Only to fall back to the ground.
Flesh serrated by stray bullets seeking a home,
Hands lost to swords like a ghost seeking a host,
Corpses littered around from the greatest massacre,
Hunger enthroned as the new king.
Eye bare to mere burnt,
Every thing lost in war,
Fathers rendered fatherless,
Mothers reaped of their children,
Sons and daughters sing the solo songs of sorrow.
Lost,
Missing in combat,
Peace if folly
When bought with war.
These wounds may heal,
These vacuum may be filled,
But the scars would never leave,
For such are relics of war.
~The Lord Is Coming Back~
(Linked)
Lord is coming
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Coming again
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Again to Earth
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Earth with Angels
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Angels rejoice
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Rejoice, worship
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Worship , serve Lord
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Lord will bring peace
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Peace forever
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Forever love
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Love, peace will reign
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Reign when comes Lord
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Lord is coming.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
January.28.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
- “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Revelation 1:8 (NIV)
-For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 (NIV)
-Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen
Revelation 1:7 (NIV)
- “But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only
Matthew 24:36 (NIV)
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's notes:
The 'Linked' is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
One day while riding on a bus, just on my way to school,
A man sat down beside me, dressed so plain—so “uncool.”
He smiled and said, “I am the Son of God, the only One.”
I stared in disbelief, and thought, What’s wrong with you, man?
I tried to move and change my seat, but then He looked my way—
That gentle smile disarmed my heart; I had no words to say.
Could it be Jesus sitting here, right next to me today?
For when I looked into His eyes, I saw both man and grace displayed.
He took my hand and softly asked, “Who do they say I am?”
I froze, unsure of what to speak—afraid to miss the plan.
Some call You myth, some say You’re man, or just divinity...
But those who truly know the Truth see both—God’s mystery.
How can the Infinite wear flesh, in mortal form confined?
Why choose to walk the dusty roads of humankind?
Yet justice must be satisfied—He came to take our place,
The spotless One bore human guilt, redeeming us by grace.
How can divinity and man in one existence blend?
Could God not send a perfect man and still bring sin to end?
But none born of our fallen race could stand without a stain—
So only God made flesh could bridge the gap and break our chain.
He cupped my cheeks and whispered low, “Blessed are you, My son.
For not all men will understand the truth of who I am.
Few dare to stand for sound belief while others drift away—
So hold the Word, proclaim My Name, till the breaking of the day.”
Then suddenly—a trumpet blast! My heart leapt in surprise—
But it was just my morning alarm that called me to arise.
I smiled and whispered, “Lord, I see,” and hurried off to stand—
To preach of Jesus risen high—God’s glory among man.
The Creator clothed in creation’s frame,
The King of Heaven bore our shame.
He left His throne, took poverty’s span,
To save the lost—O love so grand!
The risen Jesus—Son of God, Son of Man—
Victorious over death, completing salvation’s plan.
Such love beyond our minds to understand—
For only He could bridge the gulf ‘tween God and man.