Their love to God was
unyielding ,unswerving,
unshakeable.
They suffered martyrdom
for their unwavering, .unremitting
love ,devotion to God
They always forgave their
persecutor.
Their heart was full of love to
their enemies.
When those in this nation, cling to a non-diverse attitudes,
hatred finds fertile ground to grow.
It whispers into the cracks of unity.
And becomes the persecutor,
circling us like shadows at dusk.
Too often, we let it linger,
We welcome it, invite it in—
an unwelcome guest.
Seated at the table of humanity.
And so, it festers.
Hatred feeds on our silence,
untold truth.
Strengthening through fear
creeping through the doors,
left Ajar.
One does not earn
sainthood. Often
the most unlikely
of men considered --
as with St. Paul, an
early persecutor,
murderer of Christians
on the road to Damascus
struck blind --
when it
is time, God's time,
He chooses~ smacks
oblivious soul upside
the head...his first conscious reaction
is that of awesome dread~ startling revelation
one really not having liberty to debate
nor decline
Like water into wine
as hands-on
carpenter, son transformed
to Blessed Soul Cleansing
Sacrificial Son Divine.
What meaning do you give
To lips moving up and down again?
Torn clothes, a broken nose
Drawing a smile on your face with pen
Different ages, different years
A target for abuse, told to refrain
Inside a system punishing the innocent
For going against the grain
Stalking you into a corridor
Eyes from blue collars are eager
To watch as water is thrown in the face
From a foe weak and meagre
Stealing from the weak
This is how it is perceived
Innocent, yet in suspension
Another persecutor craving attention
Together they form a team on a court
Not to play games but to instil fear
To attack those who cannot stand up for themselves
To those who seek approval, merely a sport
A foundation harnessed at home
Anger authorised by a lack of affection
Take responsibility for your child
And for their perception
(Many with genuine reasons)
‘Oh Wino Wino’
The ignorant everyday sing to him
a truer song they never did render,
his evolving habit is all he has to
leave to this his tedious world
reckons he’ll be dead before autumn.
On a moonless hot January night
upon the great southern freeway,
tragedy took away his wife and child
leaving him only torn memories of why.
To ease the pain of each existing day
the bottle contents his constant friend
now proves false, the turncoat's stab
cut deep when the numbness reawakes,
with every swig he curses this persecutor
yet adds credence to his anticipation,
it will aid him rejoin his love ones
those taken to a heavenly salvation.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
You frightening firmly plaza
The city well known threatening monster
The known high cost selling plaza
The cry of the poor masses,
You subject them to wear tartared clothes,
To eat, on rainy morning you will see them peasant,
Drenched in their robes, with hoe fitted on their shoulders,
On the scorching sunny day they worked for you, yet no reward they get,
You are the Leviathan, the beast
You come like in human clothing still a monster,
You make still-born promises, to deceive and delude,
You take what does not belong to you,
You play injustice and calls it justice,
You trick the people to believe that you are for then,
You the taker of the voiceless joy
The misery of the people
The persecutor of the nation
The bad government of our state
When we remember you our hearts flee to exile
The chaos, the turmoil and violence of our provinces,
Tell me!
When will we wear sleeves?
When shall we sleep and wake up in peace?
What have we done to you?
St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus
Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Every means
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies
On the way to Damascus
To arrest followers of (Father) Christ
Was blinded by mysterious light
Heard himself called by name Saul, Saul,
“Why do you persecute Me?”
Fell to the ground, asking
“Who are you?
Lord?”
“I am Jesus
Whom you are persecuting” (Acts 9:3-5)
After encounter
His life changed dramatically
He received baptism to Paul
Became Apostle of the Gospel
Inwardly Transformed by Divine love
Had met in the person of Father Christ
He wrote “Life I now live, in the flesh I live by the (Eternal) Son of (Eternal) God”
Who loved me and gave Himself to me
From being a persecutor
He became a witness and a missionary
Founded Christian Community
In Asia Minor and Greece
Travelled thousands of miles among all kinds of dangers
His martyrdom is all for the love of Father Christ
Written: 2011/6242018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Gangster
Gangster, Gangster, ruthless cold-blooded killer,
Destroyer of life, take no prisoner for bountiful gain.
Business Man, Protector, racketeer of feared innocents,
Taking what you will, secured with violence and pain.
Who are you, what are you, who gives you the right,
Building Empires, from untold misery and blood.
Strong of character, fearing nothing and no one,
Victims revenge is weak and will do them no good.
Persecutor, executioner, henchmen do your bidding,
How can a small, malevolent Man, gain such command?
How many will stand together, to take him down,
None I fear, his domination has infected your land.
Gangster, Mobster, hoodlum or plain villain,
Are you a Capone, Luciano, a Blinder, Mafia or Triad?
Will your name be remembered in glorious infamy?
Or simply a cruel hearted crook gone mad.
Sound like shaken steel
A powerful beast persecutor
All the painful nights
Gives bitter taste in the mouth
Our step in the shadow sustained
Some youthful dreams, drowned
Pain and passion go hand in hand
The jasmine cries, even in the sun
How deep and wide every second means
Free ourselves from the painful thoughts
21.09.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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she became a new york city
street corner fixture
acted like its the only place to be
acted like its the place for the persecutor to begin
after all all men are guilty
none are forgiven
so she painted false hearted judges
to prop up her proposition
to subvert the natural truth
she lied when it came down to the last hours
but i was unsurprised i had seen her coming
the deception was the rationalization
means to the end
just because you can lie means you should
integrity means so much more when
there is no shame in the game
so once again i ask
just because you can lie means you should
isn't it about change
or was that just part of the lie
i walked away
on a north bronx street corner never to return
no regrets
she had sold herself at every chance
for two bits silver
for a lies chance to shine
but i will not be there to suffer the consequences
just because you can lie means you should
isn't it about change
or was that just part of the lie
Colliding through social circles, thrown together, combining
A commotion of emotions, now entwining, forever binding
Almost kin to craving, more than yearning, more than hunger
Scared to close her eyes so she won't miss him any longer
Lurking in the shadows, undercover in the gloom
Jaundiced eyes make an entrance, then never leave the room.
There never was another who could sleep beneath her skin
Narrowing his eyes and mind, she was never let back in
Her body lay a damaged heap beneath the barriers he built
She pleaded as he teased and played, plagued by her own guilt
Tantalized her hopes and dreams, what could and might've been
Made her feel like the persecutor, but wouldn't set her free
Suggestively, he seduced then made excuse after excuse
A hallowed day, the day she woke and declined any more abuse
He's a stranger of no use, a squatter in her sentiment
Every picture, song, a constant reminder this was never meant
Never meant to be
3rd November 2011
St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus
Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Every means
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies
On the way to Damascus
To arrest followers of Christ
Was blinded by mysterious light
Heard himself called by name
Saul, Saul,
“Why do you persecute Me?”
Fell to the ground, asking
“Who are you, Lord?”
“I am Jesus
Whom you are persecuting” (Acts 9:3-5)
After encounter
His life changed dramatically
He received baptism to Paul
Became Apostle of the Gospel
Inwardly Transformed by Divine love
Had met in the person of Jesus Christ
He wrote “Life I now live, in the flesh I live by the Son of God”
Who loved me and gave Himself to me
From being a persecutor
He became a witness and a missionary
Founded Christian Community
In Asia Minor and Greece
Travelled thousands of miles among all kinds of dangers
His martyrdom is all for the love of Christ
Punk Rocker a rebel’s cause?
Oligarchy rules within,
Emotions intact although
Timeless it seems when
Declassified, this
Exacting attention
Soon to reach out to each of us
The persecutor,
Rhythmical with opinion
Organized with intent
Yes with intent when
Enraged, effrontery
Rules. Mean while
Scars that penetrate
Lay within the mind,
Yielding actions that remind one
Life is not always about truth!
Intent sometimes wounds
Keying this into a memory
Especially after good design,
A place of tranquil light, it becomes
Frozen in time.
Only then the promise of true comradeship
X-Rayed.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
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