Long Yahweh Poems
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A people without a god
I ask you to serve our goddess,
to pay the dues of our kinds,
leaving those western men you call priests and imams at the expense of our shrine masters
and their fabulous incantations,
pouring wine at our ancestral shrines,
perhaps dance the formidable tunes of our “Nfehveh;”
But you rather preferred the Yahweh and Allah of our western compatriots, soaring with
them … just feeling happy,
getting in motion with their beloveds rhythmic melodies,
placing all evil curses on me and calling me an animist;
Forgetting the good old past of our ancestors that have sunk into this stock of past events,
terming our tradition an enemy of progress
and changing the dancing path of our marvelous “samba;”
Besides,
time may have change
but the past is still part and parcel of life
and it hurts more when you grow wild ignoring me,
giving me impressions that I need redemption;
To be continued...
Author Dana Redricks
June 26, 2023
I almost gave up, it's true my hope, my strength, all nearly through life became too hard, too rough I felt like I had enough.
The end of the rope, that's where I stood I didn't think I could make it, I really should
I was drowning in the waves of life and struggling to keep strife.
But then, something miraculous occurred
God Yahweh held me, and my spirit stirred. He wouldn't let go, no matter how hard I tried. He gave me the strength I needed to survive.
The voices in my head whispered doubt but God's voice silenced them, no longer about He reminded me that I was never alone
And that with Him, I could make it known
So now I'm holding on, tight and strong with God's grace, I'll carry on. I won't let life beat me down because with God, victory can be found.
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not 'cauze uh
thuh blink
moon'z
nor it's full
yet
'cauze yourn
uh
and thuh spindrift's
splutter
in tide'z
thuh
drool
whilst mine wadez
shloshz
moilz
*'tiz thuh example uv thuh "drip'n dip"
with thuh title ') ...
at thuh moment (until, if when then "dip"
becomes thuh recognize'd "poetic form") thuh creator uv
this form retains thuh right/write to title 'dips' at this time,
yet, az i've mention'd; "esta es una bendición de Yahweh",
therefore, expand this poetic form uv think if yourn pleazez
with your title...let edvard know though;
'you've think'd uh "dip"
much love ,)
It is quite an honor to have a person smile upon you when they know nothing of you. Somehow the spirit of the void and the heavens looks favorable upon thy crown and mineth. Why does it happen when we are at different stages in our lives. A smile is powerful as it becomes stronger than a physical kiss. It is the only strike that does not physically hurt; however, the heart experiences faithful pain at the physiological level. In a different universe we would have been one. Maybe I am a troubadour that could sing of courtly love. I will not take you from anyone as that is a violation of my eternal pact with Allah. If Yahweh wills it to be a union, then they will make it so. Sometimes we make mistakes in our youth and then realize the mistake when we are older. It is not a moment of weakness as ‘I am that I am’ tries to restore a positive notion. If the notion is not met then there is a contingency for peace. When you smiled at me I felt peace. I still feel peace when you smile. My eternal vow is to never forget that you are a promise of what’s to come as I wait. You may not be the promised one; however, YHWH is speaking through you. Even my guardian angel is speaking. Sometimes the wounds of a friend can come from a soulful kiss in a smile, while the kisses of an enemy that are full of deceit come from the physical realm.
Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied
theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo Meara and Stiller
with surreal stalking candy corn canes
as bon appétit gnashing
gobbledygook filler.
Ice scream aghast with
blood curdling shriek,
the dearth of satisfactory
FIOS shows bleak
readying jump into polluted creek
thus, I bury alive yours truly
except his sharp pointed beak
exhuming him after rotted
flesh doth reek
perfectly tricked out
for Halloween treat
masks long haired
pencil necked geek
October thirty first when freak
alias Gadshill gadabout
poetaster doth sneak
feigning antonym anthem of meek
oh my dog, I lyft hind
uber leg to take leak
hoop fully haint nobody dares peak
urinate kidding ma bladder weak.
I long since waved
channel surfing adieu
much prefer silence
meditating under blue
skies peering into
infinite space nary a clue
intellectual conversation many disvalue
perched edge of seat and hunched over
how riveting story doth ensue
ah... time for commercial break
culinary wizard abracadabra
whips up fondue
easy as pie (are squared)
with consistency of glue
methinks Elmer stole patent,
cuz secret formula Hebrew
what with identical hue
as aforementioned adhesive liquid
doubling up to keep igloo
air tight even against
global warming, anyway would Jew...
aye betcha already knew
yes believe Yahweh endowed Semites
like me with high ike kue
of course after dumping
a load (reed) I feel sue
per ream intelligence dumbed down
(mine), especially after using loo
naturally decrease smarts
stings like poisonous
scorpion size of Eee moue,
which aforementioned papa's
poetic poppycock nonissue
saturating plethora home entertainment
most people overvalue
linkedin - shoot all stemming from
"idiot box" I rarely view.
Sometimes love just isn’t enough
Art is our way home to finding ourselves
We were blindfolded ballerinas. Swaying to the rhythm of our hearts breaking. We tippy
toed across a tight rope, looking for some sort of answer from dangerous lovers, like hope.
She the tigress and I the poetess brought together by similar circumstance
Oxycontin madness
With men who constantly chased after their addiction.
Placing importance over their next fix over our happiness.
We were resilient, goddesses of patience
Two ships, headed towards the rocky shore, we ignored the guidance of the lighthouse. We
used our hearts as and emotions to navigate blindly Feeling through the darkness.
Your mind will always be illuminating, when it is the darkest.
Wearied travellers....
Of Love.... and Life. Let the wind carry you through the pain like a kite.
Grab onto your easels like a lifeline. Your paintbrush will be your escape, with each
brush stroke. Simple little joy, a hug when you need it for your ego
Art is the essence of self love......so love yourrrrrrrrr self.
Let your soul take a walk,
Your mind will be your deliverance to freedom, unlocking the key to your eternal kingdom.
Press the paint between your palms, become one with the medium.
Our poetry is the closet thing to Touching god.
Allah, Buddha, Jesus Christ, Ishvara, Yahweh, and all the Hindu dieties
I worship thee on my KNEES for enlightening me, granting the gift of this serenity
We are the Irises that still flourish after the avalanche
Diamond thick skin Heroines
we write...........................
To set off a bouquet of explosively delicious fireworks, in the creation of our thoughts
Exploding magnificent technicolours into the deep recesses of our minds
Completely liberated from our insecurities
We press our pens together like swords , all for one and one for all
An everlasting oath to protect what we lost
Our artistic Souls
Form:
My individual take on it
My holy Father
That is in Heaven
Holy and perfect in your name.
Let your will happen here on earth
Feed me this day my daily bread.
Guide my feet and protect my head.
For you know my true worth.
Please forgive my transgressions
For I know they are many in life
Help me to be a better wife.
To show only loving expressions.
I want to forgive things others have done
Direct my feet away from where sin dwell
And don't hold onto the lies others will tell
As I know you say for us to love everyone.
Thank you for listening to me and my pleads
No matter where I am at the time I pray
You know what my heart desires every day,
And have answers and provide all my needs.
Amen.
When saying the Our Father in public or groups. I say it as the Holy Bible fave us. Byt When I'm alone it becomes a personal and private prayer just about what I want to have Him hear.
I was once told it was wrong to do this. But God, Yahweh, Christ says to claim Him as our own personal Savior © 2018 Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
Yahweh selects the weak; wasn't he, yet, strong like iron?
Like a daylily, he exposed himself before the Lord.
His flesh was weak; didn't he, yet, fight wars like a lion?
He, as a poet, proved his word was sharper than his sword.
Which poem on earth could be greater than the smallest psalm?
We try to add notations to his great composition.
His failures, to his very self and others, did bring harm.
Didn't God Yahweh allow him to face competition?
His mind changed, like his vague vegetable and fruit salads.
His ethics, like the Indian Qutub Minar, stood firm.
His greatness lies in obeying God's will amidst all hazards.
He did, in each of his thoughts, words, and actions, Yaheh's term
Did he fulfil all that was said about him? I don't know.
David went, I see, doing well as far as he could go.
Calumny is a sin which consists in maliciously attributing to another faults
detects which he did not posses
A person commits the sin of calumny or
slander when by lying he injures the good name of another
Laity is a member of the Church that does not belong to the clerical
religious state
Unity is what all people of God is supposed to be in His only Catholic
Roman Catholic Church.
Mass is given from Jesus Christ only Roman Catholic Church
New Covenant is the law and dispensation of Jesus Christ
opposed to the Old Covenant of Moses which it infinitely surpassed
superseded
fulfilled
Yahweh refers to the proper name of God
"WHO AM"
12172011
Yahweh you stay forever the same
You are the God, that play's no game
Yet the world is forever, giving you blame
Forgive me the Lord, I feel ashamed.
All we do is complain,
Forever speaking about our pain
Driving ourselves insane
Forgive me Lord,
This time, I will take the blame.
I will not play the Devil's cruel games
Nor will I let him into the hall of fame
For he belongs in the furnace of flames
Whereby, He can no longer invade a man's brain.
Forgive me, Lord, You are not to be blame
You are not a God who choses to play games
You my Creator belong on the walls of Fame
Your Name, The Great I AM
Should be written on our lips
And on the walls of fame
Whereby, never removed but there it remains.