a Cinqopet
Let there be light out of the dark
to dazzle the eyes like a spark,
stripteasing six flavors of quark,
delighting the sense of sight
with the artistry of light.
It is but a dream. I have known
darkness that chills down to the bone,
a cold that time has only grown~
if there is light let me see,
if there is light set me free!
A voice softly speaks a whisper,
then another more sinister,
a soul fight for this lost sister~
a fight to dispell the night
and to give the blind one sight!
The darkness has been pulled away
and beauty now illumes each day,
at night the bright starlight holds sway,
casting shadows from corners,
sealing the mouths of scorners.
The beauty in darkness is this,
you may find the light if you wish,
just throw out the bad with a swish
of the hem of your garment,
stars will be your betrothment
as light overcomes darkness!
ETERNAL SLUMBER
I'm Serving Savory Sacrifices of Soulful Songs,
Soundly Singing psalms so Sonorously:
So-fa-mi-ra-do,
Sweet Songs on my lips Staples,
So far my radio
Shook so many Tables
Souls Scintillatingly Trembles
As feets, mouths and hands Dabbles
Soul-prayerfully we stand so strong like Jambuls
Making my Mumble Mockers go Bunkers,
Mayhem Magnanimously, Murderously Making More Moaners
Including the Stalkers, Scorners and Spoilers,
Inoculate my jesters into the sleep ocean.
Pollute their Motion & Intention with slumbering Potion
Because no fusion to be awaken in life's institution,
Now look at them in their slumbering execution,
They are even doing choreography sleep!
Lol...Sheepishly taken astray like a Shaded Sheep
To be slaughtered by bounded brainstorming breezes, blowing,
Bellowing, bringing bed-time bruises, bad buddies broken,
Shaken, Sailing Straight into Solitary Severe Sleep instead,
Eternally Entangled into Ephemeral Everlasting End.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 31st December, 2019.
The streets were filled in Jerusalem,
But not to celebrate the Passover.
Scorners joyfully mocked Him,
The true were saddened to see Him suffer,
As He carried the cross upon His shoulders,
As He wore a thorn-made crown.
He hung upon Calvary with the guilty others.
He could have called angels to take Him down,
But He chose to bare the sins of the world and die.
That day the world was filled with blackened sky.
They placed Him in a grave, sealed by stone;
Thinking that He was, surely, gone.
But on the third day, there arose a Son.
In that morning: a SonRise like none had seen.
On Sin's darkest day, the brightest Son arose:
A Savior rising from beyond Death's horizon.
Hallelujah! Jesus, my Savior and Lord arose,
And in Sin's darkest night, we are given Heaven's own bright Son.
Blessed is he, who walks not in the
counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.
Blessed is he, that doesn't stand
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
that scorners do.
Blessed is he, who deilghts in
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
and understands.
Blessed is he, who meditates
on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word,
which gives him delight!
He shall be like a tree planted by
the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
seem to get hotter.
He shall bear God's
fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.
When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...
as a believer!
In all that he does...
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace
and a haven of rest...
Blessed is he who is rooted
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and
call God friend.
Blessed are YOU ...
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now...
and he's all you'll ever need!
By Jim Pemberton
2008
Guarding my love for you
it’s as hard as heck, when
trying to safely hide my feelings
from hardened jeers.
Keeping my emotions bottled up.
Make’s me jittery, when
scorners insist on taunting me
about my lowly status.
This disappointing drama
is far too much to handle
left me gasping for breath
from the endless, stinging, outbursts.
The deriders’ sword of rejection
that my lover’s family aimed at me
touched my heart spewing blood
leaving me pessimistic.
Their numerous fiery words
like hot chowder thrown at my face
Caused my golden peace to dissipate, and
my sundry emotions to erupt.
Choosing to battle the iniquities, and
tread the waters of affliction
is like dancing on coals of fire
for the sake of our love.
Once love has dulled the senses
sex sends endorphins to the brain
removing pain of malicious memories
etched by lips of vulgar gossipers.
Blessed is he, who walks not in the
counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.
Blessed is he, that doesn't stand
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
that scorners do.
Blessed is he, who deilghts in
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
and understands.
Blessed is he, who meditates
on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word,
which gives him delight!
He shall be like a tree planted by
the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
seem to get hotter.
He shall bear God's
fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.
When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...
as a believer!
In all that he does...
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace
and a haven of rest...
Blessed is he who is rooted
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and
call God friend.
Blessed are YOU ...
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now...
and he's all you'll ever need!
By Jim Pemberton
2008
Blessed is he, who walks not in the
counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their
"wisdom" or folly.
Blessed is he, that doesn't stand
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
that scorners do.
Blessed is he, who deilghts in
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
and understands.
Blessed is he, who meditates
on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word,
which gives him delight!
He shall be like a tree planted by
the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
seem to get hotter.
He shall bear God's
fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.
When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...
as a believer!
In all that he does...
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace
and a haven of rest...
Blessed is he who is rooted
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and
call God friend.
Blessed are YOU ...
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now...
and he's all you'll ever need!
By Jim Pemberton
2008
Blessed is he, who walks not in the
counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.
Blessed is he, that doesn't stand
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
that scorners do.
Blessed is he, who deilghts in
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
and understands.
Blessed is he, who meditates
on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word,
which gives him delight!
He shall be like a tree planted by
the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
seem to get hotter.
He shall bear God's
fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.
When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...
as a believer!
In all that he does...
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace
and a haven of rest...
Blessed is he who is rooted
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and
call God friend.
Blessed are YOU ...
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now...
and he's all you'll ever need!
By Jim Pemberton
09/14/08
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