No Victim

No Victim
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

If I die
a 'hero'
cause of integrity
maintained

I die
honored
for this One's

'Worthy Name.'

Tis no dishonor
but the Greatest

Gain

since this

Grand Rewarder

can my life
restore,
my indivialism
retained,

Eternally
a person
to remain;

Not
a victim

shamed

in a fleeting
power game.

So Amazing
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

I gaze
amazed
at the intensity
of my delight.

How awe-inspiring
the night of
meshing heaven and earth
in catastrophic brilliance,
tearing,
I, in sweet agony
of such a majestic
heart-rending
sight.

Who am I

among these galaxies
and earthly artistic pleases?

An insignificant admirer

of an
Artist

beyond
all
human understanding;

though,

He Knows

each one
of all
His creations

past and present.

Which Rembrandt or Picasso
can claim this?

He
of Eternity

is So Amazing.

Shall We #Fear?

Shall We Fear?
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

"We will not fear,
though the earth
undergoes
change..."

with towering mountains
refusing to quiver
under thundering
terror's
proclaims;

during it's
all-inclusive
deadly
horrendously violent
international
games.

For note
what is Spoken
as if already
occurred.

Give ear and Hear
what the nations
will have
wonderfully
heard:

"Come and witness
the activities
of Jehovah,

How he has done
astonishing things

on the earth.

He is bringing
An End to Wars."

So parents will then give birth,
knowing their bursting waters
and increasing pain
producing bouncing
off springs
will not be in vain,

that their fruitage
will not suffer
as victims.
Their blood
not as
offerings.

Highly valued
as precious--
it's worth.

With a cease
to warring
fractions

Peace
will be
reclaimed.

A garment worn in humility
by honest-hearted
no longer maimed

by cruelty and madness.

The meek
will no longer harbor
resentment
dealt by being
shamed

as weak.

The cause of this
Grand Victory
rooted in total

Justice and Love:

"Give in and know
that I am God.
I will be exalted
among the nations;
I will be exalted
in the earth."

He is Our Creator
God Almighty.

And He resides
in heaven above.


Based on Psalm 46 particularly verses 1, 8, 9, and 10.

Yes; I Pondered...

Yes; I Pondered

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Twilight dawns.
Morning yawns,

as deep dusk still muffles
this days awakenings;

hazily fusing
yesterday's musings
with renewed promise
again today.

Outside risings
mentally pushed aside,
deflected

as four paned windows
do reflect as mirrors--
Me. My divided secret 'hides'

inwardly abusing.

A pearl to find:

A whole contented soul.
An inner peace; "Please God.
Provide."

Through glass I gaze
though pupils glazed
amazed I am
to image see

a hand delt Kings,
an Ace of Spades,

some local cards;
higher rank already played.

Does fate rule?
Bind with total control?
Or do I pray...
Which cards to hold?

When to stay?
When to fold?

My eyes dart around
the table

Studying
faces diverse
curious to behold.

My mind a wonder:
Am I able to count my cards.
Beat the boss?
Game it safe?
Circumvent losing in horrid disgrace?

Keep my cool
straight and steady?

Lock my place till I am ready?
Or does the Owner know my way?

Did He peek my large joker?
Will He blow bitter upon me

to cause my fall, my shift, my sway?

No.

Cold, he's not
devoid of heart.

Wise and loving.
Compassion--His Art.

Infringe upon our glorious
freewill--a gift of His
revoked on command?
Impose demands
morbid fear instill?

No. This would be imperfect man.

As the birds begin to sing
at the specific time to bring
a melody beautiful denoting spring

my image now a vanished thing

I realize
I decide; I chose
my life's destination

not predestined, written or
proclaimed. I set my path.
I select which road.
And in the end
its aftermath.

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Like WATERS That Drain Away

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Like WATERS That Drain Away

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Our
young saplings

swayed by shifting winds
snap at the roots

uprooted by thieves

Who steal their hearts
and darken their souls.

Look in their eyes
vacant and cold.

When did the suction transpire?

How did we lose them?
Who did Satan hire?

As violent actions increase
with sad ease

and this agonizing
pain wilts our knees
to gravel
withstand

as King David
in utmost despair
we pray:

"May they disappear
(The wicked)

like waters
that drain away."

© Lucretia Mccloud, 2 hours ago

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#Don'tAsk

Don't ask

me
about my experience
of being "Black"

as if
I escaped

with my now tinted skin
the stained remains
or the after effects
of a violent spiteful
paint-ball
attack.

As if
now left
to hide
then when

found

defend
this added strange pigment

which either
toughens the hide

or
leaves
you
as weakened tea--

watery thin.

A weeping willow.

Or walled, balled, curled
up tight. Yet
when standing straight up
positioned
for flight;
most often:

Fight.

Don't ask

what's it like
to be me

since I am just
one 'leaf'
under the expansive
branches
of an internationally
sub-divided
multi-colored
tree.

Though the wind quivers all
and the frost chillingly
will freeze
each and every
limb-
burr

to various degrees.

As the seasons
rolled, bounced, or crawled
steadily along,

though, I saw and heard
the crowds
shouting,
repeatedly
and loud:
"I'm Black
and I'm proud,"

the songs I sang
did not
to 'one' culture
belong.

So,

Don't ask

as if choices are given
when you are born.

The privilege is in life
and in living.

A Divine Gift
from a Creator
impartial and

forgiving.

Not
any
nation or group
does He scorn.

So,

Don't ask.

The response
puts emotions
to task.

And the responses
are never
really
simply

black or white.

So why ask?

Coin Toss ... or Not

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem it copyright)

Flying
spinning
in sun, sleet or rain

tossed by a devil
cloaked
wise, though insane.

Heads--headed downward.
Tails--trailing too.

Still rushing the mud
under somebody's shoe
made by blood, urine, booze.

Anyway you lose.

Or cradled.
The palm?
A trusty hand.

Never to fling you to randomly land.

Since given a choice
what coin would you be?

Flung in the air.
For a time, careless and free?
Trusting fate to control?

Or allow yourself security?

Gratefully collected
placed lovingly inside
a grand treasury?

Making decisions
slaps chance
in the face.

A sensation worth
an everlasting
joyful peaceful pace!

© Lucretia Mccloud, 3 hours ago

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In the coin toss of life, there are two obvious results – heads (obverse), or tails (reverse).  Occasionally though, life throws a curve ball and it comes up on edge!
I want to hear about one of these edge times – real or fantasy!  Usual AP rules apply, and try to keep it about 100 words.  Humor is preferred, and I’m a sucker for double-entendres!
Fill your boots!
Based on Deut. Thirty: nineteen and twenty.

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Time and AGAIN

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Time and again
spinning, spun, as mist
rain, rivers, streams

raging torrents
water falls

called from the heavens
variant skies

to come home again
renew oneself
so as to comfort, assist,
deliver, provide

substance green, scaled, mean--
like a bull. Or fruits, delicious
to the first man till now.

Centuries
it comes, came.
We bath it; drink it--
the same.

Amazing.

This continuous thrifty
lovey flow
saturates our thirst
causing us beauty
seasonal to know.

Cycles
generous and simply intricate
sets our hearts upward

Appreciation
to the Originator
shown
from grateful
family of long ago. 

© Lucretia Mccloud, an hour ago

Write a poem for contest beneath those stars........... under that sea
Relate your self to the title and write a poem.

RULES AND REGULATIONS

NO ADULT CONTENT
NO ABUSE
NO USING THE WORDS STARS AND SEA
NO LESS THAN 50 WORDS.

have fun.
Based upon Psalm 65 and the following:
The water cycle: Water is essential to life. None of us can live without it for more than a few days. The water cycle distributes fresh, clean water around the planet. It involves three stages. (1) Solar power lifts water into the atmosphere by evaporation. (2) Condensation of this purified water produces clouds. (3) Clouds, in turn, form rain, hail, sleet, or snow, which falls to the ground, ready to evaporate again, thus completing the cycle. How much water is recycled annually? According to estimates, enough to cover the earth’s surface uniformly to a depth of more than two and a half feet [80 cm].4

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Ever Felt This Way?

Ever Felt This Way?

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

"Fork it over!"

Ever heard that phrase?

Why ... I visualized lips
speaking this;

the words
bouncing

a fast-paced ping pong ball
smashed

by the paddle of my rationale,
against the inner workings
of my head.

I felt berated;
bullied, at best.

My patience screaming:
"A test

of my patience!"

My heart now weighted,
my pockets lead, since
family begs me for daily bread.

Suddenly, my mind flew
back in time. The phrase--
not new!

For didn't Eli the priest have two sons
disloyal, greedy, wicked
hypocritical ones

who though
positioned so reverently
as holy before men

would poke into the basin,
the cauldron, or one
two-handed cooking pot
with a three-pronged fork
spearing choice pieces of meat--
though, of course not pork.

Before the sacrifices started to smoke
these men treated first-fruits to God
as a pathetic joke.

These tyrants and oppressors
through their attendants spoke:

"Give the priest meat to roast ...
Give it to me now, if not,
I will take it by force!"

(As if treating disrespectfully
the offerings to God
proved to be simply
a matter of natural course.)

Does this account seem to you
as if saying: "Fork it over?"

So that day I left worship praying
for the meaning of Jesus words
praising:

"Truly  I say ... this poor widow
put in more than they all did.
For all of these put in gifts
out of their surplus,
but she,

out of her want..."

Her whole entire
means of living.

I realize ...

"I'll too give
according
to my deepest desire."

Not be belittled.
Just be inspired.

My love
for the Creator
and his Son

setting my spirit aglow.

My goal
to please them now...

A consuming fire!

Based on 1 Samuel 2:12-17; Luke 21:1-4; 2 Cor. 9:7.

Casual or Divine

Casual or Divine

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Layered brilliance.
Ultimate in intelligence.
Wisdom.
Profound: His Power.
Glorious--His Artistry.

To some.

Endless hours gazing,
photographing
in amaze-
ment fails to
reveal
the magnitude of love
instilled
into each infinitesimal
to grandiose
design. Does not necessarily
uncap the lenses
from shuttered mental eyes
or those blinded
by the false fleeting flashes
of social misconceptions.

To many...

chance
creates
recreates
magnificence

in random time.

What do you think
of universal beauty?

Casual or Divine?

© Lucretia Mccloud, 6 hours ago

Staring at the beauty of the universe should cause us to want to be enlightened; just as staring at Picasso or any other artist makes us want to know/understand the mind behind the art.

Beauty

Based on Romans 1:20; Heb. 3:4.

"Pray, prey; pray!"

"Pray, prey; pray!"
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

Yes, it's run--
sick cycles, sadly, endless,
since sin's influence
began.

So wise...do rise
like sun each morning and pray:
"Please God...Do take my hand!"
And apply our hearts to wisdom.
Like sands of time,
our goal:
to withstand.

Foretold:
Man would one day come
to ruin the earth;
killing both fleshly brother and beast
with glee
and tragic inhumane mirth.
Hatred and violence increasing
like weeds from seeds
and finally
death from birth.

Remember words spoken
Oh...so long ago. That love
without its actions
cause God
us
not to know.

So, gather all faithful
together
sincere love without hypocrisy
to every race do show.

Yes,
"Pray, prey; pray!"

Hold on to every goodness!

Total badness,
hate and let go!

Hold on to faith.

Drop it as "an anchor
for the soul,
both sure
and firm."

With Our Creator at the helm
our sordid lives
(as black to white for what he intended)
through eternal storms ended:

Confirmed.

So again:
"Pray, prey; pray!"

Hold on to every goodness!

Total badness,
hate and let go!

Hold on to faith.

Drop it as "an anchor
for the soul,
both sure
and firm."

With Our Creator at the helm
our sordid lives
(as black to white for what he intended)
through eternal storms ended:

Confirmed.

Yes,
"Pray, prey; pray!"

Hold on to faith.

Until that much proclaimed day.

Inspired by "Hey hey hey" #Michael Franti and the #Spearheads.

Based on Gen. 3; Ps. 37: 9, 10, 27; 92:7; Pro. 2:1-6; Luke 11:13; Romans 12:9; Heb. 6:17-29; 10: 24, 25; James 1:5; 2; 26; 1 John 2:5; Rev 21:3, 4.