Big words
for a troll who attacks poems
then return some of the sour soup back
you know how it goes
you are the troll not them
I stand always with the oppressed, the children, the weak, the voiceless,
the slaughtered, the starving
I , Goliath for humanity
not the David of Genocide
I am nothing
here I stand, nothing much, not at all
nada, empty, a shell of the past
however
never, never ever silent
my only arrow, my voice
TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES next (Apropos Of A Nona Tanka)
Be aware of this,
We’ve all survived worse:
All ethnicities;
Present day oppressive times
Will also be overcome:-
We’re not a kingdom,
All here are here equally,
And destined to be:-
These oppressive times today,
We must send them on their way:-
These Babylon days,
Shall likewise be cascaded
Into liberty:
We are of Zion sailings;
Liberation shores waiting:-
Come, Babylon child,
Let’s rise up and set our sails;
A new day coming:
We conquering these waters
Of Babylon with justice
Rise up my people,
We have sailing chores to do;
There’s no resting now:-
God’s chartered the way for us;
It’s time to get back on course:-
God’s navigating,
Let us just get to sailing;
The shores are waiting:
Let waves of change froth us on,
With God's wisdom and guidance:-
Remember Zion,
God’s the wind in our sails, too;
Let us sail onwards:
Sailing the ancestral way,
To justice and equity:-
Time to hoist our sails
Into coming winds of change
Sailing likewise waves:
Oppressive Babylon ways,
Daily splashed with Zion froth:-
We were blind to the writing on the wall,
Some said it was solely about the man,
Not considering what had brought the fall,
Which had started before the man began.
We are in a state of perplexity,
We are walking deeper into the night,
It’s a state of shards and complexity,
They tell us not to lose sight of the light.
Where is the light they say that approaches?
We see the tendrils of gloom trailing us,
The lords of the rings bear feeble branches,
They still want us to come, sit and discuss.
Tell the man to relinquish the power,
The one he holds tightly in that tower.
November 26, 2024.
The cradle of three of the biggest faiths
Rocked by the claim one agenda stakes
Locked and loaded and ready for war
With righteous blessings for terror and gore
Sentiments civilities and landscapes pitted
All of human decency finally outwitted
If I want to change the world
I will get a train ride
To mount Zion today
And get the express permission
Of God
I will ask God
To allow all married men
With marital challenges
To rewind the clock of life
And move it to their
Comfort zone of bachelorhood
Unto Zion I go to find my soul
Journeying through Heavenly Abodes,
where the Path is Electric like a Thunder Storm
and True Jerusalem Ascends Forth,
Ever-Upwards where the Sacred Resides
I AM The Sun So High,
past Six Gates Unto Paradise
to perceive with Gods eyes,
where Diadems are Prevalent and Luminous
and Divine Illuminance Scintillates it's Exuberance,
and Kings are Crowned by Wisdom
and Blessed are they by the Chrism,
and there I bear witness to the Higher Power
where Divine Dispensation Reigns, by Light Empowered
where a Trinity of Truth Gleams Supreme
and the Infinite Awe breathes in Sovereignty,
and the Hand Of God is touched by the Eternal Fire
There, I Free Solo Drift past the Bridge Of Quagmires,
and now..... I Walk Into The Valley Of Zion
The ooze of earth and water, rivulets of mud,
Moves slowly, then faster, as rain pushes its mass.
Both water and earth mix in this massive great flood,
As it's trapped and rises in a slot canyon's pass.
As it inches up the wall's of Zion's great rocks,
It swirls and heaves like the rage of an ogre.
The tightening 'V''s, so like a corset, which blocks
The rising tide in shades of brown and ocher.
The warnings are clear, and the dangers are present,
With a message to all, "Avoid the desert slot",
Especially when heavy rains are recent.
It is surely not where I'd like to be caught.
A sanctuary waits for me
Beside a woodland stream;
Creatures chatter, beast and bird,
Dithering among the trees,
Engaged in nature’s repartee.
Fungi, moss, and flower
Gather in this shady, holy space,
Habitat of happy innocence,
Idyllic, secret forest glade.
Just let me linger in the quiet,
Kneel beneath the trees,
Listen to the lessons
Majestic nature speaks to me.
Noble trunks stretch upward,
Outward toward the sky,
Praising arms, uplifted, robed in
Queenly dress of leafy light.
Restorative peacefulness
Sweeps in sweet release,
Time’s tenacious grip relaxing,
Undisturbed, worldly discords cease.
Visitant I am within this wood,
Wistful, earthbound worshipper,
Xenophile, lover of heaven,
Yearning to go home.
Zion calls from where I bow.
May 22, 2022
The Dog – My Lion!
The strong like Iron
Meriting Zion
From-The-Brave Scion
Now crushed by Tires
From who engines fires …
Just killed My Lion!
And melted Iron
And just wronged Zion
From-The-Strong Scion
That Brave Rogues panicked
And with Saints picnicked:
Tires that my heart bled
And with sorrow fed …
I shall Revenge feed
And attackers breed
And Death hatch with speed;
To the same cruel dust
I shall killer entrust
Pin-pricking my lust
To this do like must
Who killed My Good Dog
Does me really bog.
Helped us see beyond
Voyage through dream world
God gift to explore
Seen through the eyes of the river
Truth delivered
Fresh and clear
Our Lord love was found here
Through potter
Blessed our water
Through each stream
Painted me a dream
Colors of the sun
Radiates as one
Beauty of the mind
Seek and ye shall find
Sheer elegance
Within his presence
Our skin felt fair
Against the mountain air
Drew the images of the wind
Blessed within
Connect to each rock
Our love interlocked
Rose through impossible
Our Lord blessed us noble
Everywhere we are sent
I knew was meant
Justice was our guide
Our Christ has supplied
Strength of valiance
Structure of extravagance
Dance through the image
Rose to privilege
God special treasure
Unlike any other
United us forever
Thank you Father
Humble we may rise
Our Lord anointed our lives
Almighty bestows compassion
driving empowered faith
glorifying holy immutable Jesus…
…kindles loving might
nurturing optimistic prayer
quickening revival spirit~~~
~~~toward uplifting
victorious worship ---
--- xenial yonder Zion*.
*Psalm 50:2 Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.
November 10, 2021
10th place, "YOUR PREFERENCE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/8/2023.
I have been loved so very much.
My Mother has a special touch.
I have cherished feelings growing up.
My Mother loves me, I am her son.
Her family knows her,
As a nurturer of the divine art,
Whose gentle hands and words,
Come from her living heart.
She has a heart of trust,
Which she uses to serve us.
She is my worthy Mother in Zion.
Her loves are heirs in eternal divine.
She has fought to bring,
And keep me safely here,
That I might be at peace,
Finding fulfillment each year.
There are more blessings in store,
Because she has gone before,
Performing with all diligence,
Her Motherly call to do more.
I now have a family of my own,
And it is good to be her son.
I can now be so good to them,
Learning, laughing and having fun.
I’ve had such a special privilege,
In getting to know my Mom,
For she taught me the gospel in love,
And shared sacred covenants to go on.
Just past desert wastes:
looming canyon monoliths;
shallow, racing stream.
Where words end
—Zion begins
(Zion National Park: July, 2019)
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