The scene stopped me in my tracks,
Crimson bursting through darkly gray.
"Another cold, dark morning," I mused.
As I turned to walk away...
"Beware the Ires of March, Watchman!
Scoffers attack like mad hornets!
I AM stirring their secret hives,
Exposing their darkly terror.
They will reap what they have sown,
When I unleash My holy terror!"
"How do I confirm this, Lord?"
"Better than a sign to see
Are the direct words from Me.
So, beware the Ires of March!"
Sweet rainwater, where is it from
Does it evaporate from the oceans
and come down from the clouds
If so, it should be salty, not sweet
Unless the clouds separate out the salt…
Or does it come from water above the clouds -
described in the six days of Creation –
which is not salty from the get-go …
How many angels can dance on the head of a pin
Scoffers ask to mock Talmudic discussions
Let these same scoffers debate the origin of rain
Citing the science behind evaporation-separation
~ and Big Bang Creation
Reflecting...at the end of December 2009 I was homeless. However, in March of 2010 God intervened and provided me a safe roof over my head where I have resided for almost 15 years! He is a good and faithful God, who has never left me alone and I will never cease to give Him Glory, amen.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
H earing God above the chant of scoffers and being
O pen to manisfestations of true joy...I find that His
M ercy and grace 'neon lights'...negate the obvious
E xpected feelings of 'self pity'...thus this revelation
L eaves me with the 'treasure' of a renewed...deep
E stablished trust...that is profoundly and adamantly
S ubstantiated with increased love for a dependable
S ure Savior and a belief in the 'impossible' for 2010
Romans 5:3-5
copyright; jmbell-12/2009
God said, " Love covers a multitude of sin".
Out of love overflowing is God's grace
Settling in a deep-rooted spirit, peace attend
Hope springs forth filling in all empty space
Light pours into the soul where love abounds
Out of love overflowing is God's grace
Wonderful the day when all nature's music sounds
Miraculously praising God with joy
Light pours into the soul where love abounds
In love and peace, God's creation will enjoy
All this beautiful earth has to offer
Miraculously praising God with joy
Only non-believers are the scoffers
God's love, peace, hope, light is now pouring
All this beautiful earth has to offer
Now imploring the fact, willing restoring
(What) God said, "Love covers a multitude of sin".
God's love, grace, peace, hope, light is now pouring
Settling in a deep-rooted spirit is peace
Contest:Inklings
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Date written: 04/16/2023
Silent, He bore His cross
Endured the pain and shame
Under the scrutiny
Of scoffers filled with sin
Feeling their mutiny
Silent, He bore His Cross
Gave up His life for those
Who left Him suspended
Between heaven and earth
Alone, undefended
Silent, He bore His cross
Erasing our sin debt
Knowing He gave His all
Reminds us what was paid
So on God we can call
Silent, He bore His cross
In three days, on Easter
Jesus Christ rose again
Alive, He came to give
Freedom to souls, amen
ALL APRIL in MONCHIELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Easter Theme
April 11, 2022
As this mad, mad world turns on a bedeviled tilt,
empirical evidence suggest
compassionate global warming regret
has gotten the cold shoulder
Scoffers with frostbitten hearts
buoy iceberg lies
Titanic size
Alternate spin facts
submerge the meltdown truth
Letting only half-life decay utterances
be the doubt-filled vapor proof
Hidden double-crossed deceit
runs dark principality deep —
Veiled villainy ain’t how it should be
Connived highly classified
camps of coin concentrated thievery
Where vox false profits
filthy lucre soil the bottom line sheet
Vexed minds rolling thumbs down on a troubled axis;
pandemic anxiety,
fretting continually
over premature burial thoughts
Death debt collector
want delinquent souls to pay their Grim Reaper taxes
The pauper field bleeds pawn puppet many
Yet, ill misfortune still
duly befall rook parrots of publican plenty
Equitable death is really a hollow, pale victory curse noted —
Same coffin justice ain’t how it blessed should be
Would this wobbling world take a naked pause tear coated ...
empathetic rest could cure the work of evil deeds
Precipice
by Michael R. Burch
(for Jeremy)
They will teach you to scoff at love
from the highest, windiest precipice of reason.
Do not believe them.
There is no place safe for you to fall
save into the arms of love.
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THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST
Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again
If you believe this in your heart, and live it, say Amen
But if you scoff and say to others, that you don't believe
There will come a time when nothing can relieve
The fear that engulfs you when Jesus says to you
"Depart from me, I never knew you"
There shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth that day
When scoffers and unbelievers hear Him say
Separate the wicked from among the just
And do unto them what you must
Then you'll be cast into a lake of fire
With flames that soar higher and higher
But if you believe what the Scriptures say
Then it won't have to be that way
These words He'll say to you my son
"Enter into my Father's rest. Well done"
So hear these heart felt words I speak
Don't wait another day or week
You may not have that much time left
Before you meet the Angel of Death
So I beseech you while you still can
Take advantage of God's great plan
Then you will know beyond any doubt
That eternity in hell has been ruled out
Curtis Moorman
22 March 2020
Sharing My Political Opinion
for 11-22-2019
By: Tom Wright
I find socialist thinking,
to be quite heterodox.
But they, in turn, must believe,
they’re smarter than a fox.
Each proposal would be paid for,
with a new wealth tax.
But most couldn’t care less,
just who it impacts.
They’d bring this financing,
into the government coffers.
Where they’d gobble it up,
with other hungry political scoffers.
Thinking that the government,
could much better disperse.
When they can’t agree on anything,
because both parties are adverse.
They seek to win an election,
by promising free stuff for votes.
Then stuff their own pockets,
as the national debt bloats.
Many are elected with little,
and soon become millionaires.
Thinking they’re now superior,
and voters, well, just squares.
Poetry's a tough business, you know
Each new poem reinvents the wheel
Staring at a blank page takes nerves of steel
'Rest on your laurels?' -- You'll have nothing to show
I've heard that writing poems is an escape
But why flee something easy to do
Like nuclear physics or perfecting Kung Fu
Let the scoffers try to get into 'poetry shape'
As for me, I'm off for a round of pre-poetry drills
~ So my pen is primed to deliver thrills and chills!
The essence of Rondeau is rhyme
as space is circumcised by time,
yet rhyme alone is nor enough
for line and meter can’t be rough
to craft your poem line by line.
The second stanza helps refine
the heart of your poem sublime
and make your lover gasp “hot stuff!”
The essence of Rondeau.
At last to sestet, do we climb
verse which does your poem define
so let not fear your pen handcuff
press on your scoffers to rebuff.
Now for your opus, bells will chime.
The essence of Rondeau.
Murder on a Hilltop!
In a far off place my Captain died;
Upon a distant hill.
He was murdered, beaten like a dog,
They exhibited their kill.
Blood ran on the whipping post.
And the scoffers mocked with glee.
The Devil danced and his legions laughed,
When My Captain Died for Me.
In a far off place my Captain died,
In a strange unfriendly land.
His flesh was torn, and His sad face.
Lost all semblance of a man.
They hung Him like a slaughtered pig;
Upon that humble tree!
Water and blood flowed from His side;
When My Captain Died for Me.
In the grave they laid my Captain,
But at last He defeated them.
He conquered death and Hell itself,
And the grave could not hold Him.
He burst death's chains asunder,
And stepped forth in all his might.
To rule at last in Heaven above;
And in my heart tonight.
The masterwork of Cabbala is the Zohar
I took a glance at it today
in the mystical bookstore near me - Namaste
What I read about was the importance of the Sabbath
I usually attend services Friday night at the Reform temple near me
The presence of God can be found
if you open your heart to it
The scoffers non withstanding
the Sabbath brings peace and healing
and is something to look forward to
after the week's toil
In watching the television or looking out my front door
Alongside it seems to run with the verses of Matthew 24
Rumblings from The Ring of Fire and rumors of War
Things have become so dire like He's right at the door
Only the Father knows as we sit here in the toes of time
Humanity reaching new lows with no reason nor rhyme
Decieved by the wicked one, unable to see, hear or understand
The Light of his only Son, nails through each Hand
Scoffers? Too many to name and the increase in wickedness
Jesus took your blame so it's Heaven you wouldn't miss
So many are in the dark and there they may forever remain
Not even in the ballpark as even understanding this a strain
So they gamble with their soul with odds they can't win
Jesus took your roll in the punishment of your sin
Just think for one minute, and call upon His Name
Do this one little bit and life will never be the same
I pray for all lost souls,
that God May bless them
with the greatest gift of all,
Faith in His Glorious Name.
I hear voices in the night
Calling, calling from distant shores
Winter winds cool my body and awaken
my inner spirit
I cannot put these feelings into rhyme
But after a brief glimpse
of my inner space
Let scoffers beware!
There will come a time when they
shall be exposed
as I view the winds
which will blow away sorrow
as they have in the past
and as they will in the future
Distant shores are reaching out to us
and we must respond!
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