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The memories arise
from the classes of the catechism
lessons learned with each decision;
teachers bent on revealing all of God's written words
are not the only wisdom I have heard.
Something else reaches for the sky
the blessings of God's love in disguise
and every step I take,
is destiny awakening at daybreak.
Stepping right and stepping left
blends the thought from both the mind and heart
with strength and courage reveal its part;
Questioning every move or decision taken
the spirit, holy is guide unforsaken.
Whispers soft, played on the ear
remain unseen but ever here
all we need ever do,
is let the spirit move you.
for Chantelle Anne Cooke
the Holy Spirit 12/2/19
The world is watching with bated breath,
while an unforsaken slaughter takes place
A man with no soul, an angel of death
There is no escape from this labyrinth,
only terror he brings to his own race
The world is watching with bated breath
With rage, pent-up frustration, and faith
Good men do their part, fighting to replace,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
Poets write forthright about him in depth,
with a fury about what’s taking place
The world is watching with bated breath
One man’s brutality, Lord thy feareth.
Oligarchs flee on their yachts and disgrace,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
As we stand together, we send a pleth—
ory of prayers to end this, with God’s grace
The world is watching with bated breath,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
A polytheist would argue
just one God
That there are endless guards
and many rods
given these wards
With many temperaments and aims
devotion for a supreme being
Compassionate gods spread
charity, clarity’s
light and goodwill
Whereas others spread hate,
blood still spills
Relates—mayhem and darkness
The God of the Old Testament
unforsaken is the nakedness
not ever to turn the other cheek
not even for the meek
He portrays Himself
Jealous and wrathful
vengeful, rageful
Numbskull—beware!
Whilst man plays by the rules
these judges will decide
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
No complaints, apologies
Whilst the God of New Testament
demonstrates much mercy,
forgiveness you shall see
For God and his creations
This is what’s in common
in the world religions
This is the core,
the common essence
all shared values
when in His presence
The road is long, painful and circuitous
A troubled past will plague us
dubious religious sects, false replay,
vulnerable man is their prey
Realization from my deepest self I reveal
enamored in love is how I truly feel
I felt with all things,
a strong sense of collectiveness
An emotional rapture
of the combined sacred oneness
One man showed us love
A true love He
displayed,
flogged, died
Crucified for love
of mankind
The Jewel of Jesus
Find a man like Him
and certainly not a moony (woman)
In Ganges River, I shall swim
in blessed holy water
I’ll bathe in
His wine I’ll drink
On my knees I shall sink
Bow down and pray
for Yahwe’s precious Jewel
the One, the Only
Eyes of blue?
Jesus Christ Superstar
There was a time
When my faith was unshakeable
The Lord proved
That I was remakeable
His love for me
Was simply not mistakeable
The Holy Spirit’s strength
Was totally unbreakable
For forsaking me
He was incapable
His call on my life
Was just so inescapable
But I went rogue
And became insatiable
I thought His love
Would just be replaceable
In the world I could hide
And then become untraceable
Write my own ticket
My desires now obtainable
But such a life
Is so unsustainable
Bent and broken
I’m biodegradable
I’ll never get home
The chasm unscalable
Would He take me back
That seemed so debatable
My life got so twisted
My actions so hateable
I didn’t deserve it
My soul was unrateable
Consumed with despair
My steps were retraceable
At His gate I cried
My debt is unpayable
He opened the gates
How is this explainable
You are my son
That is not erasable
Such love as this
Simply unrestrainable
N.I.G.G.E.R (Nigeria Is God's Greatest Enunciated Race)
On the road to Africa lies riches & diamond rings,
In the land of green & white & green,
The men with "three eyes" are kings,
Raising above sickening sins that stinks
And becoming a god without God investigating,
Corporate Merriment on the day of their joy
Though we're questioning & vexing.
We're Unforsaken but a 'chosen generation,
A royal priesthood, an holy nation'
(Though could be unholy in her approach sometimes),
Beauty & power laudest in our ovation,
A land of brown sands, blood & brine,
Riches & undying hope in its prime,
Queuing vehicles & praying hands
To lend our spirit, soul & body wholly
Like ghost to trouble joy, we tell the story;
Eyes gaze at the pilot stars
Calculating our abundance & scattered equations.
So let's swear an oath
On the highest mountains & hills
Like starved whores on pills,
Like gods careless of mankind under their eyes,
That greatness will be a reality someday,
And like lost treasures from a capsized ship
Nature shall wash your shells where this land lies
And it shall breed saviours of our kind.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2017
She took the hands of others
And gently placed them in hers
To sweetly tell the story that guides faith
Towards love, goodness and charity
For she knew the secret of suffering
And wore the frocks of forgiveness
So to cherish God quietly and humbly
And find his mercy
She had given her life
In living everyday as the
Gift of God
Dorothea wore a crown of peace
For in her heart she knew its joy
And like a soul who had found her calm
She walked in streams of light and devotion
Her steadfast strength prevailed on her path
Away and above the darkness that surrounds
With each unforsaken and priceless deed
Bridging her wisdom and strength
Revealed to others as the shining harmony
Of Dorothea's song as the
Gift of God
May 23, 2020
Nun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
From the everyday hubbub I have often fled
to share the stillness enjoyed by the dead.
Over chimes that mark the quarter and the hour
noisy Crows play hide and seek around the tower.
Cross beneath the arch and through the gate
to those here bearing witness to our fate.
Marked by gently listing weathered stone
they lie here all together, all alone.
Through village history I slowly pass
borne on the ebb and flow of unmown grass.
Sarah Smith, taken in eighteen thirty-one
her past just twelve years old, her future gone.
Another Sarah, Eames, near the main porch,
each facet of her tomb topped by a torch.
In a corner by the hedge with beard of moss
a solitary ornate Celtic cross.
Reverend Ogle, keeper once of Church and grounds
now waiting for the final trumpet's sound.
Another cross, lain flat with hole for flowers
rests darkly in the shadow of the tower.
Wind and weather from it's face the name long taken
unknown, but unto God is unforsaken.
Inside the Church in amber candleglow
stand the Alabaster Angels- and they know.
Respectfully I pick my way back to the gate
till next time, and eternity, they wait.
One last glance back, then time to move along,
All Saints calls out the hour
the Crows are gone
Again I see you, again you return to me again you remain, I am unable to move
Without reiteration of your presence; you make me aware always, and again
Never is never to be.' as all is possible still more than imagination is.'
That is reality in its ever change, of opportunity there will be no end.
You begin again in renewal, as snowdrops bloom in biting wind cold
Old ever the opposite to youth, & that is part of forever without finish
Outside is waiting unbelief. & echoing throughout existence willingness
New day is sprung of itself, indifferent to broken dreams or the longest nights
Lessons are given; forgotten.' again & again; life's spirals weave dream & destiny's