Your Master’s righteous cloak is not
a bold retreat from evil’s plot.
In peaceful times and in discord,
You shall know that I am the Lord.
In busyness or when you’re bored,
in argument or in accord,
in health or in a hospice ward --
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Noah, a man, perfect and just,
built the ark displaying his trust
in full view of a mocking horde.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Daniel, confident, skilled and wise,
kept on praying without disguise,
sentenced by a conniving board.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Job, upright, blameless, God-fearing,
endured his friends’ steadfast jeering,
the goad to curse God, he ignored.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
These three, Noah, Daniel, and Job,
God, deemed righteousness as their robe.
Thru famine, wild beast, plague, and sword,
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Ezekiel 14: 12-23
The repeated phrase is used some 50 times in Ezekiel.
Categories:
robes, 11th grade, bible, life,
Form: Kyrielle
Preaching repentance in his flowing robes
Abstinence from that which stains the soul
The ascetic slumped forward, face downcast
Neglecting his body, he'd breathed his last
Categories:
robes, death, prayer,
Form: Couplet
Let us bath in the spirit;
Let us splash within ourselves;
Flowing waters flow;
Drenching all sons and daughters
Naked we came into the world
While at death we just rest
And in the awakening we’re wearing purple and golden robes
2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
robes, adventure, analogy, appreciation, feelings,
Form: Epithalamium
One skinny shaking finger
digs into the lock, hoping
to find an easy entrance.
The door swings open and
long black robes flow
into the great room.
The sudden chill causes the
wife to awaken and check
the windows and doors.
Sliding through the doorway,
the robes cover her
husband, blocking all
light, and life. Nothing
found, the wife returns to
the great room and stokes
the fire. Snuggling up next
to her husband, she finds
him cold – as cold as the
chill that awoke her, and she
weeps. Closing the door
behind him, death steals
the warm soul out of
the house, hidden under
long black robes.
Categories:
robes, death,
Form: Free verse
Scarlet robes on Abony street,
reciting untold stories of nights without cause
As the queens of the night go about their business
Giving their now distasteful pleasure to wondering strangers.
Their loud chatter fills the streets
Denying the night of its rightful duty,
They sway from side to side
Their barely covered skin telling a story
Scars evident of the war they fight daily
All concealed by a scarlet robe and a crooked smile
Their pride lost they wonder about,
As nylon caught by the wind they are blown at every direction,
Stripped of their honour they live,
Detached from society, a living, breathing abomination.
L.N Ngema
Categories:
robes, 12th grade, sad,
Form: Free verse
defrocked cardinals
driven from the hallowed apse
heresy of owls
John G. Lawless
©7/26/2018
Categories:
robes, wisdom,
Form: Senryu
amid silent bells
craven cacophony
Poe-less ravens
John G. Lawless
©7/25/2018
Categories:
robes, bird, poetry,
Form: Senryu
He strokes my voluptuous contour delicately
As bold petals crown this auburn hair,
Enticing a heady desire to roam
Through a woodland's flamboyant trails:
And the artist pours dotted hues
From my four seasons,
Imbuing a rebellious womanly grit
Upon layered coatings to decorate my bodice
With robes of passion, of iced distance,
Until his hand chooses the flavored sways
through a cycle’s dance,
eternalizing my flamed glow.
Though the brush of fleeting hours ;
I rise to touch the moon, to inhale
bloated fruits and leaves ...how impeccable!
When new mornings crawl, my seasons
live again for pleasure and holiness
before twigs of age melt my life’s fragrance.
Artwork Contest of Lewis Raynes
Painting from Gustav Flimt
" Tree Of Life" 8/31/2017
Categories:
robes, art, beauty,
Form: Personification
Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom
In this cold world, naked and helpless born
With coming sorrow expressed in first cries,
Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies,
Ever seeking more to oneself adorn.
In falling flight as a broken wing hawk,
Our sad dead bodies, not yet drawn in chalk
Are we mere pawns in this ancient world's game
Greedy hearts, seek others to chide and blame.
If manna from high Heaven fails to fall
Blind spirits joined together, cry and moan
Rejecting any true light ever shone
Living in darkness, its alluring call.
Not seeing our fated approaching doom
Weaving our robes from an old, broken loom.
Categories:
robes, art, creation, deep, humanity,
Form: Sonnet
The Many Colored Robes He Wore
The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.
In faith, uttered he words soothing fears
And sweet wondrous words from his heart.
Tending masses- holding back his loving tears
Prayed he all, a blessed and godly new start.
Through infinite quiet and its deepest sound
Into darkness and its ancient hollow hold.
He won battles with truest faith unbound,
And prayers of epic blessings retold.
The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.
1-23-2016
Categories:
robes, art, beautiful, blessing, cheer
Form: Rhyme
Pizzoulini--
Unraveling dreams, she spreads her wings
Child of earth leaves her peaceful bowers
Hailed by the golden rays of sun
Kissed by the morning air
That scatters o'er her vestal robes
Rich tints of beauty rare.
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Categories:
robes, earth, girl, love,
Form: Free verse
Hypocrital as this may seem, amid no way shape or form do we
Condone sin and quite aware, of the devestating impact these sorrows
May impart upon another's life: dead zone mirrors waging war with themselves
Trench coat conspiracy revolving while raping, their childrens minds ? Poetic justice
In warped reality his gavel claims; high tide treason her founding fathers time's bench mark
Subdivisions, some will sell themselves for small desires and lose their dreams to rats....
Get caught in ticking traps ? Grab that squid with both hands and make a stash as nibbling
On your cheese please penthouse patriots appointed seeds; judicial flood gates ominus, of creeds.
Categories:
robes, baptism, love,
Form: I do not know?
lonely soul
retrieve this ache
and rid it from me by those in veil
their wet and precious
naked rose
ive caught truths in my throat
to offer the takers silent meat
upon my bones
and flesh
they feast - in robes stained dark from thirst and hunger
while blackness streams upon my slumber
take my gentle neck into their teeth
and break the shallow skin.
im sin
a whore layed in their laps
entranced by sharpened claws
begging adulterers' alcohol
i crave each time i drink
they serve me luscious sleep
Categories:
robes, recovery from...me,
Form: Free verse