Sunday, January 31, 2016

Tears We Shed

TEARS WE SHED

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)





Tears we shed
for lost dear lives
could reach your throne
so majestically high

in
heavens of heavens
above treacherous skies.

No boat needed. 
No moat heeded.

You hear our cries

rise--
alternating tides

despite
constricted throats
which cannot hide

horrible racking
knee-bending chokes

these sudden/prolonged
tragic deaths
provoke.

Hearts imprisoned;
walled in sorrow
from soothing
and compassionate
strokes.

Please ease our pains.

Let heart and ears
open
to cherish a hope
future;

Our
loving
gain:

To return--
our families.

Your key
in the hands
of your Son

to unlock
grave's

binding chains.

His rulership
already begun.

Our voices then
again to raise
a joyous praise

with
glistening
and grateful
eyes.

Hopefully

All Our Peaceful

Eternally
Youthful
Days.


Friday, January 29, 2016

In a Rut

In a Rut?

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)





'Knew'

Spun me
comfortably
through

meadows

then
memories.

Eventually 
I stalled

In muck
high 

spinning
tragically.

Non-inspired.

Now what I
'know'

sometimes

refreshes
progresses

'knew.'

But, happily

'knew'
Now
'knows'

Trustworthy
roads
to succesfully
travel.

Chooses
to muddle?

Not.

You?

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Ten Thousand Moons


Ten Thousand Moons

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)




"At times
I dance a waltz

Divine."

This quote,
of course,

you don't know,

depicts what happens
in just my mind.

My words confused
the image of me;

to not explain

who'd disagree?
Unless someone pauses
to question thee.

Me... hehehe :-)

Okay!

A poem is subject to given mood.

If I glide on with another
does not mean
I'll not return

to jitter-bug with my brother.

(You know I'd excuse myself, 
since I'd not want to be considered

rude.

Well, maybe you don't know.)

I digress...

Yet, sometimes I want to sit
and ponder beyond my window
of nations yonder.

Or ruminate about the future.

I read to illuminate
a darkened room

to dispel the demons
who rule in gloom.

And if the words I do consume
then regurgitate upon a spoon

feed famished minds to crawl then walk
then run the race

Eternally
onward,

Do not balk.

For my poem
is a poem

worthy of
Ten Thousand Moons.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Albert Einstein Once Said

Albert Einstein Once Said

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)




Albert Einstein once said:

"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind."

Well, like brilliant sun and soothing rain
upon the dry and thirsty plains
in time we do see verdant greens
denoting progressive gains that lean
our thoughts to higher intellectual means.

When using both our hearts and minds
amazed we squeal bout things revealed,
complex and simple; yet so divine.

Like waters clear: a stream or tear;
then powerful. Instilling fear. Or fire flickering; dancing on wicks. But suddenly a spark does flame the twigs that twist and roast in pain all enclosed in woods terrain.

Yes, wonder 'whys' which forever spin,
not always in the pure straight lines,

since 'leaves' do fall and simply die,
lifts up our faces beyond blue skies,
when so much more in us is stored.

Just needed most: Time to explore.

Let's rewind the reel to see the past
where we began to breath at last.

Did we evolve as many say, to rule ourselves and thus to slay the weak in strength or those that pray?

Or will Our Creator, with purpose Grand,
who designed our bodies from this land,
a beautiful home on which all men stand,

restore us according to His Perfect command: "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth?"

Eternal and Happy; not robots rigid did He create. It's for each and every one to participate. Love God, who's "Love" in His total state, with sincerity/respect;

Or choose another to govern you.

This is our choice to win or lose: God's Sovereignty with His Son as King or Satan's rule to end. Up-and-coming. Soon.

Science establishes that life does spring from complexities; non-obvious things
that the Bible to the meek simply explains:

Creation sings of a caring Father who consoles and brings His sheep to fold under His tent or protection; kind. He gives explanations in His Word to those who seek: "Truth:"

Which they will most definitely... Find.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

A Real Life

A Real Life

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem by copyright)




No more dreading
to leave your bed.

Each day a journey...
"What lies ahead?"

No need the question:
"How do you feel?"

Gone migraine throbbings
non-relieved by pills.

Anxiety for life's necessities?

A faint remembrance
of a loathsome disease.

Wars--train rides
Express to Death?

Now
bereft

Graveyards

as survivors
welcome back the dead

to a
Peaceful New Earth.

Reasons for deep sorrow:
Removed...

Since chosen?
God's Right to Rule.

Natural disasters
leaving havoc behind?

“Hush! Be quiet!”

The words
that spring to mind

as Jesus
Son of God
stilled
the raging wind.

The Future?

Glorious!
Just when

Do We Begin?

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Another Earth

Another Earth

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)



Another Earth
CNN says:

It's size--
double
our girth!

Humanity
Blessed,

since
many of Nations
passed the

Sovereignty Test.

Many endured
ridicule
persecution too

as injustices
performed
promoted
tragedies
grand.

Now

Travel
speedy

between the galaxies;

though the Earth is the place
where wickedness
played its last scene.

Fullfilled:
God's purpose.
Perfected Man
of Adam's offspring

"to fill the earth."

Not overcrowd
and over populate
the Land.

Not necessary
for governments
to limit childbirth.

God's Final War
settled that score.

Satan's rule
to be never more.

Now Humanity
that sided on
"Truth"

shoot back and forth
joyous
the proof

that Righteousness
fought for
and won

gained

Living Eternal

under
Our Creator's
Peaceful

Dear Son
who willingly
gave
His Life

for
Mankind to Save.

So now
Humanity
Lives

Life

sharing the space
with angels

(Spirit brothers)

Glorious
Always!
Servicing Your Majesty

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)




How do I begin or attempt to help them comprehend, Jah, about the value of Your Being and the Magnificence of Your Holy Name?

You see, they carry a misconception, sometimes, through no fault of their own, that this world cloaked in wicked darkness to you the Creator responsibility solely belongs.

They forget or never knew
you created many spirit sons
gifted "free-will" like their earthly brothers,
to choose to worship You wholly alone.

Their eyes tear from the damage that breathing tainted air does bring. Their offspring also choking, yet doomed to seek a future bleak and veiled in constant mourning; growing immuned to mankind's suffering.

Touch is also a problem as "real love" is difficult to show; since amorous feelings that butterfly briefly, leave them dejected and so forlorn. Because "free lovers" can split like a car thief or as a whirling tornado blows.

This world so sad and weary, under your ungrateful son's control, demonstrates why I deem it an Honor to live or die a privilege: Servicing Your Majesty. Someone all would come to love after searching you to know.


Thursday, January 21, 2016

Victory is Ours! Victorio...Us!

Victory is Ours! Victorio...Us!

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)



"Miserable man that I am!

Who will rescue me
from the body undergoing
this death?"

Bereft

are we
our sins do see,
as they march or roll us
tragically forward

to sure Death?

This is mankind's reward

as daily we fight
our iniquities?

How to gain the victory?

What victory as crushed we lay
exhausted, discouraged
as terrors delay our hope of eternal;

our fears our nerves fray?

Others before us
have shown brightly

The Way

to defeat our invisible enemies
and faithfully convey:

Victory too can be ours
if we study the map,
but before
which we supplicate;

pray

for force active
(the spirit)
to guide and direct us.

Help us to fight.

Discouragement
do slay.

Or bury so deeply
it cannot with us
pathetically play

causing inactivity
in our service
worship

today and tomorrow...

till inactive
we permanently stay;

non-existent--a future future
for Satan and his friends.

So look to faithful others
who ran similar races;
overcame their sad plights.

Who conquered their demons:
drugs, alcohol, satanic fights

that chained them to darkness.
Once Draculas to the Dawn of Light.

Though, they now

silently
peacefully
briefly

sleep,

in God's memory they lovingly exist.
The exact details of each and every one
on His invisible discs

until the time to bring them back.

This is His will.

This will be our Victory
over Death.

Our Eternal
Delight.

Fight
for integrity; do persist.

Fight
against apathy; on Truth insist.

Victorio...Us!

After wickedness' demise.
After terrorism is rooted out
and violence unwillingly desists.

Our Earth
a renewed Paradise.

Our New Heavens
with A New King--
God's Son

presiding
Righteously

Over Us.

Let's end this with a:

"Kiss the Son!"

The Perfect Model.

His Victory already
Eternally

Won!


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