Thursday, November 26, 2015

No Victim

No Victim
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

If I die
a 'hero'
cause of integrity

I die
for this One's

'Worthy Name.'

Tis no dishonor
but the Greatest


since this

Grand Rewarder

can my life
my indivialism

a person
to remain;

a victim


in a fleeting
power game.
So Amazing
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

I gaze
at the intensity
of my delight.

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

Who am I

among these galaxies
and earthly artistic pleases?

An insignificant admirer

of an

human understanding;


He Knows

each one
of all
His creations

past and present.

Which Rembrandt or Picasso
can claim this?

of Eternity

is So Amazing.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Shall We #Fear?

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

"We will not fear,
though the earth

with towering mountains
refusing to quiver
under thundering

during it's
horrendously violent

For note
what is Spoken
as if already

Give ear and Hear
what the nations
will have

"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

Highly valued
as precious--
it's worth.

With a cease
to warring

will be

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

by cruelty and madness.

The meek
will no longer harbor
dealt by being

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.

Friday, November 20, 2015

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,

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.

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

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?


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.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Like WATERS That Drain Away

Like WATERS That Drain Away
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

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

as King David
in utmost despair
we pray:

"May they disappear
(The wicked)

like waters
that drain away."

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015


Don't ask

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

As if
now left
to hide
then when


this added strange pigment

which either
toughens the hide

as weakened tea--

watery thin.

A weeping willow.

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


Don't ask

what's it like
to be me

since I am just
one 'leaf'
under the expansive
of an internationally

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

to various degrees.

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

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

the songs I sang
did not
to 'one' culture


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


nation or group
does He scorn.


Don't ask.

The response
puts emotions
to task.

And the responses
are never

black or white.

So why ask?

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Coin Toss ... or Not

Coin Toss ... or Not

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem it copyright)

in sun, sleet or rain

tossed by a devil
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!

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Time and AGAIN

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.

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


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

generous and simply intricate
sets our hearts upward

to the Originator
from grateful
family of long ago. 

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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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

a fast-paced ping pong ball

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

"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
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.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Casual or Divine

Casual or Divine
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

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

To some.

Endless hours gazing,
in amaze-
ment fails to
the magnitude of love
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...


in random time.

What do you think
of universal beauty?

Casual or Divine?

Monday, November 2, 2015

"Pray, prey; pray!"

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

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

So 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.

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 long ago. That love
without its actions
cause God
not to know.

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

"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:


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:


"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.