Short Sackcloth Poems
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repent
with sackcloth and ashes
turn back
to prayer in schools
skeleton phalanges off our youth
We plight our troth for little but froth
To be whelmed in plight, ashes and sackcloth
The phrase is plain but blind we remain
It is hard to enjoy a stone broth!
As seasons change I mourn the sudden end
of Summer and dress myself
in sackcloth and ashes.
In sackcloth and ashes
I dress myself to mourn the
sudden end of Summer as Time rolls on.
Pour, into my cup, come in the slumbers of dawn
Cast away the ash and sackcloth, granted life
The pheonix landed to visit awhile
Tomorrow the bird takes flight
©2016 Bonnie Jennings
Opposites
Silence is my only companion
Yet it deafens me
Sunlight is at my back
Yet I am frozen to the core
A childs laughter brightens my soul
Yet my heart is black as sackcloth
Sleep beckons me with subtle whispers
Yet my body tingles with unspent energy
Torn in half laid asunder
Yet forced to appear whole
...s m k...
sewing mainly knowlegables
seals most.....knit....
sackcloth mental-knots.....
so mosquito-kiss
sensations mean....keep
smiling.....music knockouts
sounding....mythological keyboard
secret menu-keynote
servings.....meal-kudos....
specialties.....meaning......kindness
shadows manifest......kaliedescopically
stan sand
Removing the sharpness
of doubts corners
Rounding off the edges
of borrowed defeats
No room for either
at this table of peace
Examining the discards
with prayer
clothed in the sackcloth
of meekness
the spirit bends knees
in humbled repentance
Meekness bids the oil
of forgiveness
as humility bows
to understanding
while the ashes
beg the embers
from stronger hands
the sack cloth lay
black as ash upon the mourners
the sack cloth lay
tears could not soften or defray
rods could not break its rough corners
upon witnesses at vespers
the sack cloth lay
Revelation 11:3
And I will cause my two witnesses to prophesy
a thousand two hundred and sixty days dressed in sackcloth...
Romans 12:19 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves,
but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written,
Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.
Giant of justice has visited Baba Umkulukulu
The lion that gave in to wolves like sheep
To be sheered for our own freedom has died
Father of the black and white
Mentor and hero of freedom
Our own Madiba has died
Anti apartheid hero sleeps with grey hair
As we dress in sackcloth to mourn the great Lion
Rolihlahla Son of Thembu has rested
Though We mourn millions with pain
But for the son of Xhosa
We pray for
Instead of mourning
We praise
Praise our own
Rest in peace Mandela