As fish live by water, in Jesus the disciples lived.
His life he breathed in them as Lord Yahweh did to Adam.
Demons and diseases, as though magicians, they confined.
Deeds of wonder, like Jesus, their master, worked at random.
Non attachment to mundane tackles was their crucial norm.
Abundant mammon and luxuries would mar their mission.
The sin-ridden hearts to celestial form they should transform.
Salvation for souls was the goal of their expedition.
Begging bags, like those of mendicants, were part of their chore.
The father will feed his children. He has his secret ways.
Apostles should feel and heal the cravings of each heart's core.
Being with them, as flesh and blood, they should spread shaman rays.
Shake off the dust if you're unwelcome, yet, help those in need.
Wasn't embracing each human, the soul of Jesus creed?
Categories:
mendicants, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
To an End
David J Walker
Carried in the wind
This lonely place
Carried to another land
Carried in the mendicants dreams
of
The sojourn
of sovereignty
Nothing as it seems
A lonely outpost to defend
The verisimilitude to pretend
A commitment to resend
And then
It
Comes to
An end
Categories:
mendicants, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Pilgrims and vagrants throng its Ghats
Beggars, seers and mendicants all,
Shrill peal of bells, the chant of hymns
And waters holy do enthrall.
Shiva’s trident nudges the soul
The Dhamak Stupa stands forlorn,
Their speak of legends distant past
Of antiquity long bygone.
Come chant and sing a Vedic verse
Do prostrate at the altars high,
Know Moksha will then beckon you
From pyres lit where corpses lie.
Pray walk across its ancient lanes
Inhale the scent of wood and smoke,
Its din and dust will soon embrace
Your senses with its blessed cloak.
This mystic land its hallowed air
Bathes all men with its pious smear,
Here mortals come to breathe their last
For doors of heaven opens here.
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Categories:
mendicants, life,
Form: Rhyme
We slum dwellers strive through arduous thistles of hardship
We tough it out through the mere adroitness of apprenticeship
We writhe morosely, carrying the world over our shoulders
But we tussle toughly the travails like soldiers
We're the slaves that bolster the aplomb of the upper crust
The hapless mendicants whose ascendancy the haves must thrust
The loyal ignoramuses that politicians use for their puissances
The impoverished natives the government uses to seek aid for its juissances
The kooky denizens that researchers scrutinate as a case study
The inane old guard whom the civilized take as nerdy
We sleep like foiled wolves and wake like champion lions
We carouse in our wobbly shanties like they're our Zions
We wade through the filthy excrement as our daily tracks
These afflict no more, for we've in vain raised our flacks
We accept to be the encumbrances the society discard to roaming sellers
But we know behind the hurdles what we dream, we slum dwellers
Categories:
mendicants, confidence, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
I've been misled by my opprobrium again
Stuck in this continuum until the bitter end
Elysian fields beckon me like a moth to flame
Halcyon days gone like 15 minutes of fame
Coal black devil in a pinstripe suit
and the suicide king are in cahoots
To strip me of every last fiber of being
until it's all over but the fleeing
Girded by the phalanx, but still just one man
I wade into the gore as far as I can
Herded like a sheep to its slaughter
I'd fight back but why bother
Miscreants and mendicants, magi and infants
Orchard full of the skulls of dissidents
Juxtapose a joke within the jeer
Somewhere amidst the ennui and the fear
Go to church and lurch forward in your seat
Bring a casserole for the meet and greet
Pixelated images and a distorted voice
mouth full of marbles garbling about choice
Parading about with the éclat of a Broadway actor
while actually looking for the next benefactor
Truth be told, water does come from a stone
As long as the glory is given to God alone
Categories:
mendicants, analogy, anger, angst, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to shine on Earth down here,
And on all the folk down under, my dears,
Let angels pray for mendicants at charities and welfare,
For druggies and their dealers, somewhere,
For these folk, not much Christmas cheer,
Lord, bless our nations with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to pray for Peace on Earth this year,
Please guide wise leaders, our buccaneers,
Towards Peace, all of us to steer,
For all humanity, let angels pray, my dears,
Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer.
Categories:
mendicants, allusion, angel, blessing, christian,
Form: Free verse
Our silly state of paranoia,
Are leaders here to annoy ya?
Ghosts of government past,
We've had enough drivel to last!
Our systems need to improve,
Building bias, not a good groove,
Kids are born colour-blind,
They teach oldies their great minds.
We're ashamed of our politicians,
Any excuse today? Like superstition?
Then there's youth unemployment,
Mendicants at charity, welfare dependents,
Our silly start of paranoia,
Are politicians sent to annoy ya?
Categories:
mendicants, anger, angst, leadership, political,
Form: Free verse
Crafty, conniving, sly and stately,
I am associated with dead and lost souls,
An ominous bird of yore spawning myths and legends,
A messenger of deities in the mortal world,
I am a wily mediator between life and death--
Dreaded but revered nonetheless!
I showed Cain how to bury his murdered brother, Abel,
Perched on the shoulder of the god, Odin,
A royal resident of the Tower of London,
I hobnob with sorcerers and saints
with monarchs and mendicants;
With beady eyes and lustrous ebony plumage
I am mantled in a grave aura of foreboding.
Take heed when I fly across your path,
Perched just above his chamber door
I made Poe fella famous evermore!
Raven=magic, shape-shifting, creation.
"Picture yourself as a Bird" contest by Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
mendicants, bird,
Form: Personification
There is a hunger ceasing not
though worlds unite
in philanthropic ventures with a zeal
to please both cynic and the credulous
who travel down the lanes
of roads and streets of poverty,
assuring mendicants of their response.
It is not enough. Faint-hearted,
I am unaware of all the sumptuous tapestries
depicting the largesse that surely
must abound--they mean nothing for my need.
I have tasted of the riches of the earth
and from the reaches of the universe beyond
and still I search, and altogether restlessly.
Deep inside, and ever more profound
the throbbing hunger will not die,
its pleading outcry never through:
Feed me!
Feed me you.
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Categories:
mendicants, allegory, universe,
Form: Free verse