Please Dry Our Tears

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Violent
and vengeful
hearts and minds.

Reigning terror
curving spines,

in an attempt to bring changes,
through methods sad and mentally deranged,

if random acts of anger are considered necessary arrangements.

To bring in love and harmony maiming strangers?

What place is safe from tragedy?
What will it take to set us free from darkness growing steadily?

Is one nation right for sure?
Should power force only the poor?

Who has the answer to these questions?
Where do we run for safe protection?

Is this the hour that we feared?
Is nuclear war ascending near?

Does God Almighty hear our prayers?
Is He One who really cares?

Should we be strapping on guns to use?
Will violence be the course to choose?

Is this the hour that we feared?
To hatred's rule should we adhere?

Who will silence every cry?
When will we say our last good-byes?

The sound of silence we want to hear!

Shield us from the eyes that leer,

instilling reasons to run then veer
as hunted down
endearing deers, not needed game
just claimed to peer
from mounting walls

Please dry our tears!

Write a poem for contest DISTURBED Sounds of Silence
This a BIG challenge. Bring your A game or nothing at all.

One of my favorite bands, Disturbed, has produced a cover of Simon & Garfunkel’s Sounds of Silence.
Do yourself a favor and watch the YouTube clip:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4

What I want for this competition is YOUR sounds of silence. Raw. Deep. And filled with your own personal demons and angels.

What I don’t want:
* rewrites of the song
* poems about Disturbed or David Draiman
* poems about Simon & Garfunkel
* overuse of key phrases from the song

Be warned. I know the band and the song intimately – any attempt at evading these rules/conditions will be immediately noticed.

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102011203#h=1:0-36:0© 5 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    sad • sad1

Genuine

Genuine

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

Genuine
dons no mask
for covered over
requires the ardent task
of constant camouflage
and lies contained.

Sincere and honest
fake does disdain
since humility
begets
the Greatest gain.

Humility
misunderstood
bespeaks
a weakened state
promoting abuse--
persistent in treatment
'no good' to its adherents.
These acts ignoble mistakes.

Yet, a humble man's
greatly defined
by a steel moral center
though coated in kindness
and goodness
true compassion
to each and every
of humankind.

A Perfect example
of 'no pretense' conveyed
is the Messiah
who groundwork laid
on the earth over 2000 yrs
almost to this day
demonstrating 'Real' Love
to his disciples did say:

"God loved the world so much that he gave his only-begotten Son, so that everyone exercising faith in him might not be destroyed but have everlasting life."

Is that not authentic love displayed?

Our Father's sacrifice
at great cost
His beloved Son to restore what was lost.
In humility this Son thus gave
His Perfect life for obedient mankind to save.

Leaving his Father's heavenly favored side
to birth as a human and reside
tormented and rejected by the imperfect within;

Yet, firm to the 'Truth' He'd defend to his own prophesied violent end.

Humility exemplary. Not weak and thin-skinned.

This is our Humble King:
Valiant Among Men

Learn from me, for I am mild-tempered and lowly in heart.—Matt. 11:29.

During his earthly ministry, Jesus spoke and acted in ways that revealed genuine humility. He never called undue attention to himself. Instead, he directed all glory to his Father. (Mark 10:17, 18; John 7:16) He never talked down to his disciples or made them feel inferior. Rather, he dignified them, praising them for the good he saw in them and expressing his confidence in them. (Luke 22:31, 32; John 1:47) Jesus outstandingly showed humility by his obedience. (Phil. 2:5-8) Unlike arrogant individuals who disdain obedience, Jesus humbly submitted to God’s will for him, becoming “obedient to the point of death.” Is it not clear that Jesus, the Son of man, was “lowly in heart”? w15 2/15 1:7

Memorial Bible reading: (Daytime events: Nisan 9) Mark 11:1-11

Cracked Alabaster To Prepare Her Master

Cracked Alabaster To Prepare Her Master

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

An aromatic scent
costly and refined
perfumed the intrigued or comfortable presence
of Simon the Leper's guests dining
with their Master Divine.

His hair then feet oiled
massaged in love
dried
with gratitude sublime
boiled a controversial stew
of unthankfulness and greed
poisoned by the betrayal of one who
further righteousness declined.

“Why was this perfumed oil not sold
for 300 denarii and given to the poor?”
As if in sincere motive: A desire for giving more.

Yet, he consorted with religious leaders; thus Judas's thought:
to repay the score.

Thirty silver shekels
eventually tossed
in return
into the enemies door;

as Jesus and Lazarus's life
designed for Death
would eliminate a Holiness
they'd long ago
began to abhor.

“A pound of perfumed oil, genuine nard,” being the equivalent of about a year’s wage
bathed the Christ in lovely preparation for his burial

soon to be engaged.

A Lamb He portrayed
Like the Passover's
sacrifice;

though now in substitution:
His Highly Valued
Perfect Life.

A Ransom for the Many
who cherished His Father
and Eternity. 

Praying for Salvation.
An End to enmity and strife.

Yes, like Mary they show appreciation.
Her generous actions praised
in voice decidedly clear:

“Why do you try to make trouble for the woman? She did a fine deed toward me."

His words spoken for the World to Hear.

Can we imitate her thankful spirit
Jesus's Gift--Do Celebrate?

For this is the Due Season:
March 23rd to Internationally participate.

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102014701?q=perfumed+oil&p=par© 5 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    sad • hope • spiritual • love •death

An Enemy To Friend ... In Love Begins

An Enemy To Friend

In Love Begins

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

An Enemy To Friend
In Love Begins.

Simple acts
of smoothing oil--

precious gold,

comforts
bruised, tormented,
weary souls.

For where else is patience found
if not harnessed to Love and seeded in grounds of sometimes belligerent soil?

Or what of self-control, if hate is king and Love is sold?

Would not violence abolish
destroy
any loving, organized,
necessary
brotherly goals?

Shall we speak of joy?

No voice to sing
if Love is silent
then no bell rings.

The dove of Peace will dive to die
if lies persist
to rise then fly.

Long-suffering too,
long overdue,
will bury it's head
as ostriches supposedly do
if Love does not
tolerance
eagerly pursue.

Yes, Love lends kindness
hearts and hands
lifting all races in every land.

And goodness
Love helps to expand
not only to needy
on no legs to stand.

“A mild tongue" too "can break a bone"
to reset in Love and in faith hone
into skills of ambassadors
unity prone.

Love shouldn't
proceed alone
along lonely trails,
as hatred walks.

From
Qualities Divine
Love Won't balk.

So end tired
hypocritical talk.

From Enemy to Friend:
Let's earnestly stalk.

200 words Write a poem for contest Love Will Have the Final Word
Use the title and the MLK quote as prompt, but don’t include the image or any other image. Your poem should stand alone.

WRITE
100 to 200 words, left aligned.
I prefer poetic prose or free verse, but anything goes this time. Just be creative and awesome.

"On the other hand, the fruitage of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faith, mildness, self-control. Against such things there is no law." Galations 5:22, 23. Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. It does not brag, does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does not become provoked. It does not keep account of the injury. It does not rejoice over unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails." 1 Cor. 13;4-8 © 3 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

Tomorrow's Game

Tomorrow's Game

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Overhead heard not a word
with brakes screeching
around the curve
sharp and bitter
to one's hearing
initially, a causing fear

the tracks casting
darkness long-lasting
as a breeze whips up
combined,

sublime fragrances
of business dames
toting all the famous
wealthy names,

as China-town
duplicates with dimes
slim fingers nimble
eyes squinting blind.

Yet under seat or underfoot
the garbage dirt and clinging soot
a rancid stench of homeless shame.

The trip began in hurried pace
a minor speck among the race;
then ends in twilight's
much the same. To begin again:

Tomorrow's game.

PROMPT 3:


http://allpoetry.com/poem/6272959-_Sidewalk_Silhouettes-by-RolinSton
© right now, Lucretia Mccloud    society

Sweet Sleep

Sweet Sleep

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Young men,
you tender virgins,
those stillborn in death
too

Sweet sleep
your gentle passage
'til called in glorious renew

your days to endless splendor
your feet through golden sands;

though now: a time of danger
anxiety for imperfect man.

Yes, sweet your sleep,
you'll not remember;

as rising suns chase settling moons
seventy/eighty years
the living mourning

in cycles crying
these shortened
spans.

Write a poem for contest Brevity series 44 - span

Please write whatever the word "span" inspires.

Rules:

1) I am not restricting word count, but expect a brevity. I think about 40 words should be perfect.
2) No images, no profanity.
3) Please don't explain the meaning of the word and please proofread your entry.

Thank you for writing.

Elegia

Based on;
"'The span of our life is 70 years,
Or 80 if one is especially strong.
But they are filled with trouble and sorrow;
They quickly pass by, and away we fly." Psalm 90:10

Ecclesiastes 9:5, 10

5 For the living know* that they will die,+ but the dead know nothing at all,+ nor do they have any more reward,* because all memory of them is forgotten.+

10 Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave,*+ where you are going.]

© 14 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    death • hope • spiritual

True Jubilee!!! True Jubilee!!!

True Jubilee!!! True Jubilee!!!

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Men and women of every nation,
All the children--some Christian Be,
Of every tongue, in every station,
Even 'They' appointed "See,"

Intellectual, uneducated,
Third-world person, those wealthy,
The atheist or the agnostic,
Sun-worshippers on slanted knees,

Those bound to idols, who chant to spirits--

All experience
"No Liberty!"

We cry, then mourn in sorrow,
Feel utmost pain and agony,
Constant angst and sudden anger.
Sometimes, passive in slavery.

"O! How to right the wrong done?"
Help calm the stormy sea
Aggravated by darkening skies,
Turbulent, since none are free?

Since birth may bring celebration,
Life--joy, but, more misery,
Can we really talk salvation--
True Jubilee; True Jubilee?

We're all enslaved to This Thing
Threading us down in Tyranny--
Master DEATH--Puppeteer of Our Lives.
How Jubilee? What Jubilee?

Well, RAISE your Minds and Hearts to Heaven,
Though in captivity--we must agree!
To imperfection, sin; then Death,
Through one man's iniquity.

Our Lives extracted as to payment
To Death--OUR ENEMY.

Still, "Let us be Joyful and Rejoice"

In "True Jubilee!!! True Jubilee!!!"

For HE will "Swallow up Death FOREVER,"
This promised in certainty--
From ONE Who Can Not Lie or even DIE--
Who Gave His Son in behalf of Thee,

"His soul a ransom in exchange for Many,"
A Gift of inestimable quality
Guarantees
Eternity
To active Faithful--
Any and All

Impartially!

He tasted "Death for Every man,"
From your "Sea to Shining Sea."

"Death will be brought
to NOTHING!"

True Jubilee!!! True Jubilee!!!

"Let Us be Joyful and Rejoice!"
Wipe the tears
Of our impurities,

For NOW is the Time For Salvation!!!

True Jubilee!!! True Jubilee!!!

Based on 1 Cor.15:26, 54, 55; Titus 1:2; Rm. 5:12; 6:23; John 3:16; Rev. 21:4© 7 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    sad • death • spiritual • hope

There's Always Room

 

There's Always Room

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

 

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field

I'll meet you there.'

Yet, somehow I know

we'll arrive too soon,

since there,

under a hundred thousand myriad

constant moons

for you and me

there's always room.

And whichever road you choose to take:

the high lofty road or the low humble one

unfortunate rules do state:

the destination's the same, whether you are single or have taken on a name.

When you get there may be an untimely mistake.

When the “dust you are" becomes the "dust" to which "you will return” is the thankless gift you'd rather had spurned.

Since the "last breath,...

in that same hour"

when "all his thinking ends”

it didn't matter

if he'd been

a wicked foe

or kindly friend.

Because: "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field

I'll meet you there.'

Yet, somehow I know

we'll arrive too soon,

since there,

under a hundred thousand myriad

constant moons

for you and me

there's always room.

Hi , please write something on this Rumi quote as I'm a huge Rumi fan.

Rumi — 'Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field I'll meet you there.'

Rules:

•Related to the subject

•At least 12 lines

•No adult content or profanity

•Good luck and Thanks!

Genesis 3:19 Psalm 146:4, The New English Bible.Ecclesiastes 9:5 1 Corinthians 15:26; Ecclesiastes 9:10© 6 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

 

To Be--Grateful Always

To Be-- Grateful Always

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

When dawn of day
It does arrival
I pry open my eyes
to peer inside
my heart to hear
a song of praise
of Gratitude
for Life
Always.

And then when night
follows the sun
and all is well
or finished, done
on my knees
I will then stay
to Thank Him for
His Help
Always.

"It is good to give thanks to Jehovah
And to sing praises to your name, O Most High,

To declare your loyal love in the morning
And your faithfulness during the nights" Psalm 92:1, 2.© 2 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud