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Vultures surround me, glaring at my ebony“ unsaved Soul“, Squawking, waiting for the
“Feast of Death”
The Sallow Sky envelopes me, destroying all thoughts of Eternity , a Love tear falls with-in
my last Breath
Where are the Stars, the Moon, the Sun, LIFE? : I stand alone scarred and scared ; “I want
to go Home”
See the glory of Mother Nature, touch the Robe of Father Time : To Write myself out of this
Horrible Poem
Inspired By the POEM “ If you can’t be a poet, be the POEM “ By Dr. Ram Mehta
Dedicated To “ Dr. Ram Mehta “ ( My Literary Advisor) through His Comments to my Work
For forty days and nights, a tempest strange
blew in; the lost unsaved by fortresses.
One shelter only from those winds of change:
an ark that sailed to rainbow's promises.
Elijah, fleeing from his enemies,
protected from an earthquake, fire, and storm,
was fed by angels heeding God's decrees.
The Rock of ages kept him safe and warm.
The fishermen knew raging squalls and throes;
one maelstrom caused their courage to be thinned -
when Jesus tells the storm, "be still!", he shows
himself to be the Master of the wind.
On stormy seas, when troubling winds arise,
sail for the harbor where true safety lies.
Written 23 Nov 2020
O, I addicted to those slain, demons;
They who yet still approach me in my dreams;
Mephisto conjure fears crescents dreaming;
So corrupt so vain those of my dream schemes,
woes to those who abstain from the Savior;
Who’s unsaved us, such a slayer-traitor?
destined and drained must put up with myself,
Rebuke, rebuke, and rebuke all that else...
Scary dreams demons fill horrible plights;
Screams of remorse, over harsh somber sights;
Grouching body no more nightmares to fear,
Morbid master no Freddy Krueger here;
Awaken I from my allotted stare;
Grouching body no more nightmares to fear;
8/25/19
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I didn't know I was black
until I was an attack
Why is my color so... indifferent
Why? Am I singled out
I'm a human first
unsaved/saved a child of a living God
What's wrong?
Wit, being brown
Why? Is there prejudice
I guess
No! I know
you don't like ME cuz I AM BLACK
Juz Y iz THAT
1st it's because of sin nature
2nd it's a choice to choose
to be against me you see
We all breathe the same
We all created by God
You have a brain, so do I
I have lungs just like you
We all have in our water and blood
Mandisa says we all bleed the same
Rose up yon Dry bones
White to the marrow, yet soon after months and years of decad
maybe black dust you must become
Outwardly the colour of our skin I judged in
Yet what would happen if just
those of noncolor whom ARE prejudice
What justice would it be it those who are prejudice
Where to see in heaven or hell the colour of their God be
the colour of the one's you hate and persecute not the shade you are?
Guess what there's no colour God
save you, soul
Embrace and love everyone
My bigoted discriminating non-black brothers
6/5/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
1st placePlacement in the contest
I Can’t Breathe Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
These are the unredeemed
Unredeemed and unrelieved
In their souls in pain
Trapped in cycles without end
In many a violent place they spend
Unbearable time in mindless space insane
Sinning badly which no repentance
Prayers have freed
Nor opened a crack
In their selfish flow of greed
Darkness and humiliation cover
Every suffering creature over.
And in the black dusty dirt
Of the cemetery’s earth
Of every stupid town and city
There is a raging spirit of death
Remaining smiling and mute
Without compassion or pity
Returning from this land of dead
Dead again dead again
Where we found these lost
Empty sacks of human flesh
With hearts still beating but unfeeling
In the frozen bone white of winter’s frost
From an eternal winter of unknowing
The embers and fires of human love
In these valleys of earth
Are quenched by numbing
Social blizzards of hate
And civil indifference.
In desert sands their skeletal shells
Ambulate towards prepared graves
And faces of shifting suspicious stares
Pierce down unconscious of other’s cares
Falling raw into the rough trenches unsaved
Filled to overflowing with unredeemed blood
Surely these are the damned
Living in merciless mental swamps
With shoes soaked in dog excrement
And streets strewn with cigarette butts
A land haunted by roaming demons
In obedience to masters of rage and ignorance.
And the rare and precious and glorious
In the natural world of righteousness
Is left abandoned
Forever outside in a frozen wasteland
Of a world cursing God and His creation
And confirming forever a commitment to evil
Feeling “O how awful goodness is “
Away, away out of this madness
Fly us back, back into the brilliance
Of the precious and the glorious
Of the present Earthly Paradise
Hidden from view but always His
I.
Gray dusk, chaos, grave loss.
All yours before divine blood came
Walking amongst the rot, rumors and tumors of the wild and tame
In quest to satisfy their wame
To take them from valleys to peaks by a flesh littered cross
That salt who cursed fruitless trees
And revealed sepulchers filled with dead men's bones
All beneath heaven's thrones
He gave his words to troubled seas that their winds should preach his peace
And his blessings are all yours indeed to keep
II.
There's a place in time
There we'll find the chief cornerstone a worthy sacrifice
There we'll kneel and bow, never to behold his eyes
We'll cry glory, glory to three grand kinds
Elohim, our love is all yours
And we pledged against the falls
Never to go back the way of the sinful and slug
In search of victories that be all yours
In search of answers from one great source
III.
I am of he who made the years
I am of he who hung up on the cross for my sake and cursed my fears
His head bore a crown of thorns, laden with cares
But he still arose a king crowned with roses and stars that never die
So I fall on my face in his courts and there offer through grace
Sincere praises from my spirit, a living sacrifice
In his kingdom, you'll find a tree with twelve different fruits
You'll find his many doves that eat from his hands
You'll find his worshippers empowered
Unraveling mysteries, dwelling in his secret place, enshrouded by his shadow
Frowning at the things unsaved men do first become
Just to end up at square one, unholy and loathsome
IV.
When men, like deer, drink water from his streams
When we dream and walk in other worlds
What do we make of the unending clips of life?
With all her coffers full of gold and her mines full of treasures
What do we make of all her knowledge unsearchable?
What becomes of things even we can not decipher?
How do we enter the gates our fleshes can not go through?
If all of life and these worlds were yours
What would you do that would be better than the source?
The Unsaved
I watch you from a distance.
I see everything you do.
Your life is hard,
and the world is unkind,
mostly, if only at times.
I can not help,
more than prayer,
but do not believe that small...
at all.
For first hand, I will tell you,
I have received;
shelter from the cold,
food when I was hungry,
and a coat when the winter came,
and I had to walk outside,
among the other lost.
I took it and put it on.
I wear it still.
It has every color...
and no color at all.
It is the acceptance of His love,
and the honest heart to share it,
with others...
bereft of hope,
uncommonly out of place...
from only months or,
days before.
There are maps in the pockets,
a never-ending selection ...
of creative ways back to Him.
Every "one" different,
special and unique...
just as the ones...
the lives they are to touch.
You are prayed for;
not forgotten or cast aside.
We do not have to agree,
for that to be true...
and free.
OH! We are truly surrounded by a cloud of heavenly witness.
Looking over the portals of heaven down upon us. 'Cause we
All are the specially redeemed earthly saints of our Lord Jesus
Christ. It is all because we accepted His free gift of everlasting life!
OH! Aren't we surrounded by a cloud of heavenly angelic witness?
Watching over us and looking down from their lofty heavenly
Heights upon all of us children of the Most High and Holy God,
Jesus Christ. He is the author and our source of everlasting life!
OH! We are really surrounded by a cloud of heavenly saints witness.
All of their salvation prayers they made while still alive on earth, will
Be faithfully answered by their beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
That they made about all of their remaining unsaved loved ones!
OH! We are truly are being protected by a three fold force of Divine
Witness. We are protected by God, our Heavenly Father, God our
Heavenly Son and by God, our Heavenly Holy Spirit. The three in
One Blessed Trinity! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be the Lord! A-Men!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 10, 2021
Vultures surround me, glaring at my ebony“ unsaved Soul“, Squawking, waiting for the "Feast of Death"
The Sallow Sky envelopes me, destroying all thoughts of Eternity , a Love tear falls with-in my last Breath
Where are the Stars, the Moon, the Sun, LIFE? : I stand alone scarred and scared ; “I want to go Home"
See the glory of Mother Nature, touch the Robe of Father Time : To Write myself out of this Horrible Poem
Inspired By the POEM “ If you can’t be a poet, be the POEM “
By Dr. Ram Mehta
Dedicated To “ Dr. Ram Mehta “ ( My Literary Advisor) through His Comments to my Work
today i think i'll write about the poor
not the ones lacking things they can't afford
but the poor in spirit who think they need more
so they can buy love of people they adore
money is'nt everything
you can't put feelings in every diamond ring
fancy party's and huge ball's
rarely show the meaning of it all
we all know that these are gifts
but what are they
when spirits they do not lift
a conceided attempt and act of fraud
a bribe for emotions to act the part
eventually the truth speaks to the heart
painfully the truth tears them apart
worth more dead than when alive
at the tender age of eighty nine
a hardened heart to keep from crying
an unsaved soul to keep from dying
the illusion of riches continuously lying
of the healing gifts they keep on applying
powerless they are to stop deneighing
for the love that they need
they just keep on trying
if only they knew where their real gifts are
their not in their pockets
but deep in their hearts