Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Chose To BE

Small to large seeds of fruits and vegetables varied
of themselves do not choose to be apples, berries,
cucumbers, onions sauteed or tomatoes stewed.

Yet, what fruit's sown after planted one can still lose
if while harvesting procrastination is used.

Good choices demonstrate, do define over time
individuals' intelligence or wise minds
as one watches shadows become clearly outlined
in dawns' light. Arrived horizons to make eyes shine.

While indecision chosen creates derision,
divisions, hostility, constant revisions.

So isn't it wisdom to learn how to proceed?

Examine outcomes of those who traveled in speed
gaining notoriety, monetary greed
to end disgraced, buried, alone in tragic need.

However, if bad decisions in life one's made
exists no necessity to in slime stay laid.
Rinse off residue of dues in earnestness paid.

Then crawl, bawl, don a shawl. But walk tall. Convince all
that making a choice to succeed, happily be
eternal life on earth, or in heaven decreed
will be your gift chosen, if accepted, with glee

God's principles to obey. Given lovingly
in earth's beginning to perfect humanity.
God's Kingdom will restore peace, love, security.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Broken ... My Silence

Broken ... My Silence

Delicate raindrops

resplendent drops
resembling crystals falling

chipping away at us

till broken

then swept swiftly away

your love

left me

a fatigued heart

you were once here
holding me without fear

now nowhere near
as I cry out for you
from shadows


behind curtains
of cascading



once hidden inside

do not deride me

my pride
no longer does hide

as delicate raindrops

resplendent drops
rinses away hope

leaving me
spiraling in my lost

this cost raising me too high
as this river of my tears rises me to drown
under thundering why's


I bury

to survive
delicate raindrops

stripping away at my desire
to thrive

do you hear me
can you hear me

calling out
calling out for your return

do you hear me
can you hear me

my heart yearns
appeals to you

forever to burn

do you hear me
can you hear me

please love

do not me

my heart yearns
to again with you flame
as a fire brilliant in darkest nights

do you hear me
can you hear me

please love

to me

in a whirlwind

my delight

in living

Wednesday, September 28, 2016



by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)





Sunday, September 25, 2016



by Seah Greenhorn
poem with copyright


existed not in their lives
except in night's rhythmic tranquil form.

Stars gently guided lids to slowly dip
till each new day's rebirth enlightened hungry eyes
raised to receding shadowy un-hafted horizons undefined.

A spoken spite did ignite bites to bitterness conceive
in hidden caverns breeding death through cancerous disease-
a spreading blight to kill first slowly though thoroughly eternal delights.

Heavenly dreads then groans when words of envy deceived an innocent one
thrusting aside loyalty, trust, respect, even love for dripping lust; thieving greed.
Universally astonished screams, possibly, as another's traitorous chews ensued.

Begetting an atmosphere of gloom plus doom consuming the universe,
as an once angelic son reborn demon seemingly dishonorably won
hearts, minds in treachery's deceit.  Was righteousness defeated?

Succeeding for centuries: surging bloody waterfalls drenching
all, especially the sad, blind, seemingly spineless souls
sacrificed endlessly in satanic revelries boldly cold.

Diminished: morals, ignorantly destroyed; void?
A majority's desire for an endless joyful life

by following a beckoning Light into which
this darkness cannot resist. Though,

this world tragically prefers
a dense darkness


Monday, September 12, 2016

A Smorgasbord on Which to Gorge

A Smorgasbord on Which to Gorge

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

"All things... that you want men to do to you,
you also must do to them."

This today we should hum in hymn
after first digesting this tasty gem.

If complacent
in my home, with family
or solely alone,

would anger heat my satisfied bones
if knocks or ringing of my phone
interrupted my solitude,
my games of glee,
my sleep,

or my mere apathy?

"What do you want?...
Who bussed you in;
gave you the key

to open the gate and harass me?

I have my own;
am fine as I am.

What you have
I think is cult or scam!"

"I am sorry to pause your time; it's just in your interest I did climb your steps to seek you out.

The message is good; I'd love to shout!

But, it can also be bad
to those not hearing. Since an exterminator is arriving;
to do a thorough clearing

of pests:

of mice in men,
who scatter,

since housing a crippling fear
sadly within;

of rats and snakes
who poison or infect,
leaving infestation or venom
weak souls

now unable to vomit
or systematically fight;

of raging dogs
by rabies defined.

sad their state,
but, when biting


if not inclined
to help


the remedy can only be quick and in depth
to reach the Owner's noble goal:

Eliminate all that
won't be controlled
after explicit instructions

to sanctify inner places;

to eliminate hatred
in secret or external spaces;

and genuinely be neighborly

exhibiting true love
to an intense degree.

I am sure you're not as one of these.

So, please,
bear with me a moment more

for, if you knew and believed the future for sure
you'd be with me in this work to procure
persons with humble and honest hearts.

To give them hope of justice soon
Our Creator admonishes us to happily impart.

To tell them of this Grand Master's Plan:

His "Day of Judgement"
to engulf the Land.

For these dear ones to

"Seek Jehovah,
all you meek ones of the earth,
who observe his righteous decrees.

Seek righteousness,
seek meekness.

you will be

on the day of Jehovah’s anger."

This time
to be revealed.

"A Great Tribulation"

So all sincere worshippers must gather together to survive;
yes, to safely live through it.

From his denunciation be hidden
as the wicked cannot hide.
Since His commandments, a stench, they cannot abide.

as a 'watchman'
we're trained to proceed
in sounding the final warnings

And if any adhere
their own blood they'll save.

But if chosen not:
an eternal grave
called "second death"
will them tragically enslave.

Yet, if I do not ring the bell
my blood he'll ask back of me
for not showing true love or empathy.

So may I leave you with this thought
for you to digest
as honey in its sweet comb
if you feel you ought?

Or close your ears;
do draw your shades
to the proclamation

once to faithless Israelites made:

“I will cause distress to mankind,” says Jehovah God, “and they will certainly walk like blind men; because it is against Jehovah that they have sinned. And their blood will actually be poured out like dust, and their bowels like the dung. Neither their silver nor their gold will be able to deliver them in the day of Jehovah’s fury; but by the fire of his zeal the whole earth will be devoured, because he will make an extermination, indeed a terrible one, of all the inhabitants of the earth.”

as we know,
as with an extermination that occurs,
the place of residence


as the raging rodents die
upon earth's curb.

Not to be buried;
as manure:


Thursday, August 4, 2016

Mind Your Friends

Mind Your Friends

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

to love
my neighbor
as myself means not
my own life to shelf as
others demands reign supreme
depleting precious tocks; exhausting
energy stocks; sliced through ones own
spiritual course necessary to individually
pursue. heed kindness's need for
dispense, yet don't stay with those
who knowingly slay gratitude,
replacing with a strife-filled
spirit to you

Friday, July 15, 2016

"Who Is Weak, and Am I Not Weak?"

"Who Is Weak, and Am I Not Weak?"

by Seah Greenhorn 
( Poem with copyright ) 

Imagine a world
where hearts we display.

With whom would we associate?
Into whose hands
would our friendships

then lay?

Would social or economic privileges

still shine forth
as if

Or should our insides
we thus refine

before uniting races and nations?

Is not redefining ourselves
what makes a person fine?

“Who is weak, and I am not weak?”

A man eloquent we do quote
as Paul asked this of himself
to seek.

Elijah too "asked
that he might die."

“It is enough!"
Jah heard him cry.

These men are great in our esteem.

Yet, circumstances dropped their spirits
to an unseemly extreme.

If they life
put to the test
should we expect

any less?

We've heard too of the 'widow's might.'

Who would her course
in delight?

Would not we consider
her daily plight?

Or would we walk by
in oversight?

Think of pain

rocketing shockwaves to the brain
as a tiny toe throbs and a whole body strains
to minimize the anguish

as tears hold reign.

Would we not profess:

"This little member
under duress

affects the total."

Yes, this we must confess:

"Each part of our body
at times

deserves a coddle."

Likewise, in society,
to the down-trodden
we must give heed.

Hear their words;
to others do plead

for them
and daily needs.

For what drops them to shaken knees,
affects us too. To thus roll forward
or further proceed

We must wheelbarrow them
then raise them up.

In this each and all can take the lead.


"‘There is more happiness
in giving

than there is
in receiving.’”

Only then

Would a World