Short Kneeled Poems
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That he planned his funeral is factual
And being a prankster quite actual
He prerecorded his voice
So when we kneeled on the joist
He said, "Hi there! Don't I look natural."
Wisdom revealed yet is concealed,
since we have not before God kneeled
and since dark desires yet hold sway,
we fail to make love our mainstay,
treating life as a battlefield.
So He Kneeled
Always will wonder to what will he yield,
So he had started to pray as he kneeled;
Did much;
Stayed in touch,
And God helped him fight in a lonely field.
Jim Horn
Christ Child Did Yield
From Mary, a Christ Child she did yield;
Had been born in a barn near a flat field;
Savior meant to be,
For you and me,
And would worship Him while we kneeled.
Jim Horn
before God when our presence kneeled
what was concealed was then revealed
simply put, being living light
drenched in love borne by bliss delight
a boon for only those who choose
to make love and light, their heart’s muse
heavier than down;
pulling and falling
red-kneeled prayer to the god
of downstairs and tears,
of steps, stones and caves,
flapping like a torn flag
the flag of terra; trapped under
the bricks of this world;
flightless, too low to rise.
Thrilled
she squealed
fear weaving
bark in her face
munched on robbed dog food
of one wealthy
as she starves
she's poor
kneeled
Written: June 27, 2021
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To whom it is spoken
Love is pure
We must ensure
Our countries will breathe
In peace we shall lead
Prayers for the sick
Solved the conflict
United we stand
God has our hand
World now heals
Love has kneeled
Hearts do cure
Mi amors
Rise to the sun
We will work as one
Penny kneeled down on the track
To put some coins on their back
In order to see the coins become flat
Penny kneeled down on the track
Envying the coins direction at
Their journey forward onward
Penny kneeled down on the track
To put some coins on their back
Russell Sivey
In the Afterglow
Love me, love me not. Doves flew; kneeled.
Breaths of flaunting daisies yield.
Across the narrow Irish loch, a leaven
Bed of grassy emerald field;
Bequeath, abreast
the mountain crest,
Beneath daunting, darken gray of heaven.
Love me, Love me not, seven doves shield.
8/1/2019
I kneeled down in front of the King of Heaven,
Crawled away with the nailed foot you had given,
Collected all the hope from the hopeless dreamers,
Learnt to fly with the wings you had cut,
And redirected the daydream that you had shot,
You are now not invited to my life 'cause I had premised it to the greener.
Chronology
Another solar journey hastened by.
Fading vestiges of the setting sun
Handed his scepter to the moonlit sky,
Signaling night's reign had begun.
The ceremony was repeated, in reverse.
Midnight's veil seemed hardly drawn
When sounded a rooster's crowing curse.
Ebony night kneeled to a golden dawn.
Makes me think of you and me
The feelings I have for you
Is nothing that is not true
I see the time go by so fast
Thinking of relationships
That have come and passed
The sun over the ocean is just the way I feel
No longer confused to see what is real
Thoughts concealed
This heart who kneeled
Shall help reveal
scream in pain
the ceaseless rain
kneeled down in the mud
29/12/2021
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Tender blossom ~
Little blossom,
Intoxicates with such perfume;
I smell you ~
kneeled before you,
Warmed by summer afternoons.
With your sweetened cherry fragrance,
Showered in such glowing radiance,
Such elegance in shining metal
Caressing velvet whitened petals.
Little Blossom ~
Tender Blossom,
Yes, I love you
Lonely one;
My fragile flower in the sun.
She kneeled down on the track
To put some coins on their back
Waiting for the train to come
In order to see the coins become flat
She thinks this is such a sport
Watching the coins again retort
Wait, listen, she here's a whistle
The coins last plea to turn and abort
Quickly the train comes and goes
Flattening the coins with her rejoice
She finds luck in her changed coins
Brought to her by the trains keen voice
Russell Sivey
Across the snow melt in the field
A calf pushes free from his mother.
The cattle call and none do yield
As she cranes her neck in welcome.
She licks the womb’s natural shield
And nudges him to awaken,
But he lies where he fell in the field
As the grass breaks free beside him.
The prairie to the sun has kneeled
Until the line between is illusive -
Golden of sky, golden of field -
The breaking birth of the season.
It was early dawn
The boy put the rug on the floor
He kneeled, prayed like he never did
The almighty's heart started to bleed
Even he couldn't do anything
He felt helpless
His child was suffering
He saw his angels fleeing
as his child kept kneeling
The almighty could not turn the world upside down?
Break every rules he made by his own
For one he could not make the others change
The boy cried for mercy
The almighty started to cry
He could not give the boy
His one true joy
Form:
Daddy always kneeled--
but it was Momma who prayed,
as he spread lips that couldn't dissent,
no matter how much they trembled.
She was always naked for him
bleeding babies upon the floor,
while he explored their cradle,
fingering walls absently--
assessing her foundation;
Momma prayed for simple things,
blankets and frigidity--
anything to create separation;
Where naked wouldn't matter
under the cloak of autonomy
and the only grasping thoughts--
would be her own.
Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE,"
algorithms hum what thoughts to lose—
a labyrinth of tailored streets
where every turn pretends it’s mete.
The app says "yes" but limits "no",
while search bars choke what seeds might grow.
Drop-down menus mock the "free"—
liberty’s a loading spree.
We swipe left through infinite feeds,
terrified to close the apps we’ve kneeled.
The tightest chains are coded thoughts:
ghostwriters scripting what we’re not.
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As painful as it was to tell u goodbye,
I kneeled at your bedside held your hand and I started to cry...
You always helped me through times of heartache, pain, anger and tears,
You were the mother I needed these past 8 years...
You always reminded me that I was never alone,
With all the unconditional love you constantly showed...
And in my heart I know this isnt really goodbye,
Because you'll be watching us from heaven like a gaurdian angel in the sky...
By: Yvonne Cadena
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