Drifting
on a vast ocean
emerald spangled
calling to celestial plains
of the lost citadel
where forgotten tribes
communed in radiant silence
and telepathed secrets
beyond the mortal prophesies
of sages.
And they shall be driven back to their own lands.
Pursued by swords of white flame,
any that stand their ground shall perish.
For this is a holy land and their transgression shall not go unpunished!
In the name of Ja! Selah!
the underworld rumbles and summons
beckoning in groveled whispers
with undertones of shady pretenses
haunted by gods and demons
who brazenly wave their book of souls
tormentors do the dirty work in afterlife
meanwhile here kings and rulers
wealth in pocket pauper in heart
build their towers to climb to heaven
every last of these towers of babylon
will one day come apart at the seams
they’ll disintegrate and fall to dust
greed and hate and malice
feed self-fulfilling prophecies
of wars designed to never end
man’s self-destruction on auto-pilot
will one day rise their corpses from fetid ashes
and lead their crusade into eternal damnation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
One day, one may go
In places we don't want to know
Just assure that your name is written
Embossed in gold shining in heaven.
Yes, I'm preaching
To the soul that's needing repair
I'm talking to all who hears His teaching
To warn a deluge will come so each life may spare.
The world is delicate right now
Rumors of Armageddon is creeping
I do hope Moscow show love somehow
So we can live a life we want for keeping.
Somehow Nostradamus has more to say
Than the Political Analyst wants to debrief
Believers of God and Peace Makers always pray
That all is well that ends well finds a relief.
I have high hope that World Leaders do good
So United Nation not bedeviled and not be unguided
That life may continue to thrive and not be booed
By Devils who want this world to be divided.
The Second Coming is here then
If you just know it in your heart
He is now intervening the affairs of men
We just have to chose our role and take our part.
If we believe in free will,
Why then do we believe that all prophesies must come true,
Might some prophesies actually be warnings,
We have not heeded, in time to prevent many more mourning's.
Something to think about,
Before we shout,
Kill, kill, kill,
Leaving us all,
With a bill,
That will make us ill, ill ill.
Prophesy
by Bob Moore ©13 Jan 2022
Went shopping this morning
‘cause you never know
with Covid around
when you can finally go
The shelves may be empty
there’s nothing to buy
no bread and no milk
no frozen meat pie
The news had all told us
this would happen you know
so everyone panicked
and to the shops they did go
Self-fulfilling prophesy
caused by the news
came true in an instant
as panic ensued
Now they say “we were right”
and “we told you so”
we said this would happen
to the shops you did go
Bought stuff you did not need
but “just in case”
now it sits in your cupboard
just taking up space.
by Bob Moore ©2022
Buzz kills ounce stormed across
open beaches.
Citizen police engaged, shamed,
raged against the sight
of mask-less merry-makers.
Now the lock-downs are over
we gather to celebrate
but here again comes the hate.
Just wait
they will steal your freedoms once more.
The 'Karen's' are gathering,
we will all be germ-jailed again
come election day.
High and mighty leaders brag,
They own gas gold arms drugs
Whoah.. Quite a stash ' They'll
Stick or sell, when it favours them'
These are righteous dignified
Women and men, there are Kings
And dukes and earls and Queens
Presidents and oligarchs and mighty
Smoke screens there are trumpets
And tiles degrees and such, They're never
Seen to stoop to slinging muck; yet
They'll grab the power the gold and gems
It's all for the people that's their zen
They'll fly the choppers and drive flash cars
They'll bribe any judge or military Czar
Yet in their headlong rush, in their ivory towers
They loose true sight if God's true power
Don't be 'like them' if you're in God's fold?
His power and strength its really untold.'
Walk In integrity..revere Him; here I'll be bold
Never take Glory: or keep power; stay safe be told
And never ever; be led to take on the
Mantle and trapping of power and pride..
In words stay clear, how? and why?
Because
You'll regret; getting high; on God's supply.!
A voice said I had to go to the well in the center of the meadow
It was midnight; there was no way
The voice was persistent, insistent
Would not allow me to go back to sleep
or rest in any way
Do you think this is another prophesy? My husband asked.
He is from a family of soothsayers and healers
He understands the power of this internal voice
I do not know, I admitted, but I have to go
He was going to go with me
but an internal voice yelled “go alone!”
I thanked him, quickly explained and went alone
It was a balmy night, I arrived quickly.
A girl came out of the shadows to tell me her tale
She was frightened, terrified of her husband
I knew mine would have turned her in
I gave her a place to stay away from the house,
brought her food and gave her a bit of money
A distant relative agreed to take her
We saved this woman a life of grief,
when women were chattel, owned by husbands
I am glad this prophesy helped me get her
away from a wicked man, my husband’s cousin.
Seeking Truth in the universe.
A resurgence of the soul.
Rendering the past.
A prophesy of the future
In which sexism is no longer shackled by the promotion of disparaging men.
After the great catastrophe that humanity will suffer
When the entire world will gaze the abyss of non-existence
Man, at last, would come to realize that in order to survive
Must distance himself from evil and beg for God's assistance!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 June 2021
As flushed as ripe plums the fuchsia does swell
Weighted with thick sap its cloak lushly blooms
Passion’s flower sweetly grieves sad farewell
As our goodbye speaks like this summer’s plume
Our waltz in the sun like sultry guitars
Fueled fiery flames to warm us through the night
Hearts lay like cinders to mix with the stars
Embers smoldered while it squandered our light
Sweet rain does fall as tears with our parting
Shadowed skies have embraced our love’s blind fate
Lost in the glow of sad secrets guarding
Ill-fated lovers whose dance came too late
I can ere forget the lingering fire
For burning hearts bleed with lonely desire
May 6, 2021
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Do not think I have come to abolish the law
Or the Prophets
I have come not to abolish
But to fulfill. Matthew 5:17
Jewish history often chronicles religious persecution
Violence
Depression
Yet Old Testament prophets offered hope with their stories of the coming of a Messiah
This Messiah
The prophets foretold
Would free the Jewish people from their oppressors
He would rule the Jewish world with compassion and mercy
It’s probably to surprise that many Jews did not believe that Jesus was this hoped for Messiah
He did not come to abolish the existing law
He came to dulfill the Scriptures
To promise salvation for believers
He came with a powerful message of love
Forgiveness
Mercy
He came to save us from sin and offer us path to everlasting
Paul Pennick
Turned to poetry: Jac R. M.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
"Losers" and "suckers" are such small fry
That nobody cares if they all die
Trump vows (with a frown),
"There'll be NO lockdown
And Joe Biden will be the fall guy"!
Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.
Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is white, and in between lies gray,
I have no choice.
Does a madman choose his words? They come to him,
the moon’s illuminations, intimations of the wind,
and he must speak.
But listen to me now, and if you hear
the tolling of the judgment bell, and if its tone is clear,
then do not tarry,
but listen, or cut off your ears, for I Am weary.
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