Short Testaments Poems
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Man does not live by bread alone
The Old and New Testaments maintain**
Yet three days after leaving Mt. Sinai
For lack of water, Israel complained
**Deuteronomy 8:3; Matthew 4:4
dilection
progress accepts
the loss as record
to attempt the morrows
starting points.
single faceted beginnings
do not persist,
threats are testaments
of defeat
resembling weakness
Testifying to such
truths that prove the story
to be of some substance.
Telling others about
testaments to God’s love,
touching you with favor,
transforming your lifetime.
4/26/2021
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Love is a movement,
the way, motivation, an obligation,
exercise, an event, distance, a journey,
test, ardor, a starter, challenge,
blessing, a stressing,
a message,testaments, motion,
an emotion,
joy, pain, no game,
life, stryfe,
immeasurable value,
a commitment,
passion, enthusiasm,
a method, system,
flow, everything positively a word.
Form:
It's roots are a foothold
To a mainstay stem
That shoots arms so strong
To hold person and string
Rope and note in his bag
Dire fully, he scrutinizes it
Till he locates a stronger hand
Fit to send him to dead-land
Throngs are amassed, astounded
Officers seek for testaments
His loved ones are richly wailing
Now he's like a drooping ceiling
.
whut
cauze she
cut my hair
she still kissed me
'fore down
went them thar pillarz
mine remember
yes
i
To the treasury note i lost with
I was without exotic notes
Taught in hardened testaments for quote
And speak of troubles i would have
Save the bested efforts tilled by young
Haddingstone and young it was
Countered verse lustra’s bugs
From grand ire back long to nepal
She granted means
Leaving no measures
Destroyer of rain
Remover of wash
Sleeping sees
Ossian’s loss
Ancient ruins stand alone,
tired sentries over ancient lands;
they watch and remember their glory days.
Testaments to their builders;
do they ever wish a glorious revivification?
History tells their stories when
they need them heard but,
the, “horses mouth” can tell them better.
Visit them and share their lives;
they do love company.
The train headed for the moon.
Despair was a station
where love stood in attention.
I need to be lectured
more on the need for vitamins
than on testaments.
Where did they go?
Here is the moon.
A moon a day keeps despair away.
Don’t moan on a hartal day.
Note: Hartal is a general closure usually imposed in India by political parties as a mark of protest against the government.
Wine, bread, bitter herbs
Blood, body, sin, suffering
This is Passover
in old and new Testaments
Love means Sacrifice
(c)Anil Deo, 11 April 2017
Shalom shalom, Happy Passover to all Jews and Christians. During Passover Jesus instituted the Holy Communion summed up in "unleavened bread & wine."
PRAY FOR THE PEACE OF JERUSALEM: "Sha'alu Shalom Yerushalayim." Ps 122:6
Awareness,articulated,emphasises inherent intimacy,communicated eye to eye.
everchanging yet underlying the movement here and there.Engraved forever,catalogued in human memory,available on recall.Translucent interplays of light,figuration in transition,precise palpitations of pure delight sound in the beholders ear.Testaments of th transparent,and the temporal,all too soon
evaporates before the eye.
A pair of brown grey
cormorants sit bobbing on
perky swells
Then ploink they disappear to
probe
The Hudson's murky hell.
Down in Dante's numbered
rings
They swim blinded by pollution
In the shadow of towering
testaments
To technological evolution.
I could not imagine there being
life
In a river so deathly still
Til up they popped with puffed
up throats
To swallow a tasty kill.
.
there'z no doubt
it's known
mine faithful
directly
Yahweh
i wish'd
thuh wee bit closer the indulgerz uv
mine faith
az in
rahab'z reach
'side
mine pupils
directly
mine thinks
Distant seagulls range
and fly
soar into the
morning sky
drift beyond
the cold
grim clouds
those testaments
those silent shrouds
calamities of
lovely ways
of retrospect
outside the haze
effortless they
seem to me
clutching wind
in revelry
and the sun
that silent sage
views afar
from on
his stage
this audience
of mellow flight
so we share
in this delight.
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A clump of dried leaves from frail
limbs I failed to nurture,
settling on a page under
my sinking face
with a scent to lift up
the low spirits in me,
such rotten source
blessing me with remedy
The comfort we receive
from the things we couldn't save,
the purpose we gain regardless
an unfulfilled goal,
and the Love I'll always keep
even after the passing
are these propitious testaments
I can't trade for resentments
-Nicola An
Granitic testaments
sprout unstoppable
over the hill.
I know by heart
the graveyard.
Next to the wall
first maple on the left
past the bell tower,.
our stone stands,
room for one more.
Will my final twinkling
come quick, unexpectedly,
or slowly dressed in gray breaths
as mourning doves nest
in the eaves?
In any case, don’t feel obligated to
visit my engraved memory
under which I’m really not.
If you do, when you go
leave the gate firmly latched.
BEGGAR LADY ON A CHURCH STEP
(APROPOS IN GOD WE TRUST)
Her lips quivered with despair
as the frail hand struggled with its self
to position outstretched.
Tormented eyes bulged
from cryptic sockets:
testaments of hunger’s victory.
Then loudly can the chilling voice
piercing the solemn silence screaming:
“Go away! Can’t you see
this is a church step!”
Then the saved ones
went in to pray.
I gave her my tithes
and walked away.
I yield to the earth
in supplication to nature
with worship in each breath
listening to a sermon
of kookaburras
as a kangaroo bounds out
a plate for tithe
I see goannas parade
the ancient rites
and koalas swoon
with the new age gospel
waving their faces,
and hanging from their mouths
and the platypus
monks of cold,
carry the testaments
to the deepest hovels
living with just one heart
I can breathe a tide,
and find home
The aging, moss covered markers exist as tributes
testaments of life past
living lives in a different moment
All that I feel was felt before
love, pain, joy ,fear
drifting through time, passion that is life
Too soon must I relinquish this precious gift
given but for a while
Beauty so rare it cannot be contained
Although I must bow before time ,life is eternal
My stone shall be a testament,
"Weep not, for I was given the gift most precious"
V arious points not
O ld testaments talking points rot
T rouble thinkings Ha!
E electoral promises forgotten, thoughts
F ew points League of Women voters host
O wn contemplations, where in rhythms nations
R ights thinking, clouded minds eyes blinking
Muffled yells patriots say you know GO TO ???
Empirical results as both sides fuss and cuss
10/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Just below its surface
the body is furiously writing,
we would translate
but the language is obscure.
Upon a night
when clouds blanket eyes
the great works of the flesh
emerge.
Legend and myths appear
in plain text.
The body, as if dead
gives up its inner voice,
blind eyes read a tactile Brail
words imprinted
on the clay tablet of being.
When daylight peeps
we emerge from these myths
embodied
as the ghosts
of our self-authored
testaments.
.
i killed
two hundred
evil warriorz for
michal'z sought after
hern
she loved it
i killed
one
for bathsheba'z naked
taut
she fear'd for her
life
Obscured Cupid as a brimming stream
To drench when thou hath bathe
Transformed he as a adherence
And hath entwined ye abdomen
Disguised as maid in thy harem
To admire your ravishing beauty
Art thou giveth aroma to flowers?
For sure! when thou blush, feel I.
Chisels he, insanely thy name
On his love-shaft
Beneath the Sea, scribes he bewitching songs
That testaments his lunatic love on you
Why thou maketh virile men fanatic?
Cupid! Ensconse her from this tranquil earth.