Tuesday, June 21, 2016


by Seah Greenhorn 
( Poem with copyright ) 


now in fear.

A peach plucked.

Juicy they thought
to eat
is what they saw.

What they still see.

No future desires that exist in me.
No innocent can I be;

though my wish was to just run;
to climb trees. Temporarily.
A little girl. A teenager. A young woman.

A little boy. A teenager. A young man.

to develop
distinct personalities.

Not have to concentrate on how to escape hungry or angry he or she's
thinking that I was planted solely for them to enjoy

then toss like an apple core,
roadside garbage,

to seed in an environment not designed for sweet apples to grow.

The seeds are trampled or blown away with no roots to firmly stand; to demand a place; to command a space. To take part in a normal race for betterment without the chains of a stigma:

sad or angry mental victim.

Raised with a belligerent rage seething beneath as a silent volcano. One day to erupt, but too late to be against the perpetuators of this hate.

Though, exist not a lack of perpetuators against others sown without a cloth of self-respect or dignity to wear.

Naked too;
they feel shamed.

As if all can perceive that they were used or abused as tarnished trophies

once arrogantly displayed;

then laid aside
dented and damaged.
No longer worthy of any honor.

Thus, another cycle to circle
violence and hate.

The wheels of rape
go round and round.

Round and round.

Round and round.

The violence of rape
It makes no sound.

Makes no sound.

Makes no sound.



Given no tongue to preach:

No more violence!
I said "no!"

But, the tears do fall.
And fall.

All the while
silent screams bounce off the walls.
As the waters rise
drowning the victim from within.

No one sees the river rising
behind the eyes. Inside the mind.

Though, eventually they see the deadness
in her/his despise of the living.

Yes, eventually, the zombie is recognized by their sporadic loud laughter or drug glazed stare or Tick.

Clocking the days to nowhere.


One day,

out of the haze

A voice speaking of a future free of violence and hatred. A time when wickedness will be eliminated. A future filled with love and enjoyable work for all. An end to death and pain. No more to grow old. And a resurrection of dead loved ones.

The voice spoke from a book, though ancient, stating these were future prophecies to be fulfilled on this earth.

They promised to show me other scriptures to validate their claims.

I shut the door.
I forgot their names.

I turned to another John,
as his toy.

I am what I am now.

Why search for joy?

Listen to Caged by Seah Greenhorn (Poem with copyright) https://allpoetry.com/poem/12738509-Caged-by-Seah-Greenhorn?c=1154453211 by Seah Greenhorn #np on #SoundCloud

Monday, June 20, 2016

Do You Believe?

Do You Believe?

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright )


A steed muscled,
white for righteous,
mane of beauty glorious in wind.

A Warrior-King

to this mission:
Father's Name,
His reputation

Universal Sovereignty
to vigorously defend

against a demon son's vicious spiteful lies.

This tragedy begins
when a thoughtful caring Creator,
this impertinent one,

falsely maligned.
Slandering the Almighty.

Such a hateful jealous vicious crime.

So the One called 'Faithful'

A Son Divine
rides forth for "Truth"
"humility and righteousness."

Humbly, he a sterling example.
Subject to his God alone.

Sallying forward
in the cause of upholding
Jehovah's legitimacy

to set standards of right and wrong.


"Strap on sword
on your side, O mighty one,

In your dignity and your splendor.

And in your splendor
go on to victory."

Ride beside
your lovely bride, your holy angels
to conquer.

"Your right hand will accomplish awe-inspiring things.

Your arrows are sharp, making peoples fall before you. They pierce the hearts of the king's enemies."

Complete your conquest!

"Go, my people,

enter your inner rooms,
And shut your doors behind you.

Hide yourself for a brief moment

Until the wrath has passed by."


"Everyone who calls on the name of Jehovah will be saved."


“How will they call on him in whom they have not put faith?”


"But on you who honor my name, the sun of righteousness will shine, with healing in its rays; and you will skip about like fattened calves.”


“As for the righteous one, by his faithfulness he will keep living.”


Go forth against Babylon the Great, you great king, against the religious harlot and her adoring political kings

not heaven-sent.

"Those slain by Jehovah in that day will be from one end of the earth clear to the other end of the earth."

The blood temporarily saturating
its spacious international plains.

"Saw also an angel standing in the sun,

and he cried out with a loud voice
and said to all the birds that fly in midheaven:

"Come here,

be gathered together to the great evening meal of God,

so that you may eat the flesh of kings and the flesh of military commanders and the flesh of strong men and the flesh of horses and of those seated on them,

and the flesh of all,

of free men as well as of slaves and of small ones and great."

These bodies of those who righteous ways did hate.

"God is your throne forever and ever;

The scepter of your kingdom is a scepter of uprightness.

You loved righteousness,
and you hated wickedness.

That is why God, your God, has anointed you."

By you the earth and all will be truly blessed!

Just as the Psalmist's heart is stirred
when keenly heard these noble words
about this awesome, loyal, loving king,
I too with praises shout and sing:

"Thy Kingdom Come!"
"Thy Kingdom Come!"

"Thy will be done!"

as it is in heaven.

Universal Peace
to obedient survivors bring!

Do you believe?

Friday, June 17, 2016

Blanket Us . . . Our Sins

Blanket Us  . . .  Our Sins 

by Seah Greenhorn 
( Poem with copyright ) 

Constant groaning
us together. Yes in pain
All Humanity.

Red and yellow
black or white.
Races international
our interrelated family.

We bleed. We grieve
because of reoccurring

Will this end--
this sick cycle

a carousel
sin, death,


Is there provided
an escape or key?

Yes, a ransom for salvation.

A death to thick blanket our chilling iniquities.


this perfect life
filled with plenty.
Endless and peaceful.

One of tranquility.


a perfect human

to reestablish

earthly purpose
for all of Adam's
obedient progeny.

So Christ

in love was sent.

God let his innocent blood
be violently spent.

law of
"life for life"

He covered.

"The wages sin pays is death"
will then rescind.

Just imagine

for example
a town where most are happily employed
at a factory large and gainful.

Every day at ease and lived with joy.

Paided well and living comfortably
you and neighbor's are so well fed.
Until the day the factory closes.

Manager corrupt, he secretly fled.

Bankruptcy followed
after he stole the funds
for himself instead.

All bonds and cd's sold.

Now unemployed,
you and your neighbors.
Bills are mounting to growing hills.
Marriages rocky,
children anxious

as these families crave daily bread.

Creditors harassing
cause more pressure.
All because of one man's greed.

Is this darkness everlasting?
Or will someone fill a need?

A wealthy benefactor
decides to intervene.

He appreciates the company's value.
For its many employees and their families feels.

So he compassionately
to pay off debts
reopen it's factory.

The future hope causing happy squeals.

The cancellation
of this one debt
to the many

relief it brings.

Birds are chirping
in celebration
singing praises

His name
to ring

the bells of justice.


insists on equality.

So, likewise

the course we travel
brought about through no fault of our own

Adam’s debt
through Christ's innocent blood

benefits untold millions
who choose to serve God
for Eternity.

to gratefully

Let's look at the biblical word 'PROPITIATION', here's some verses to help you.
Romans 3:25 whom God put forward as a propitiation by his blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God's righteousness, because in his divine forbearance he had passed over former sins.
Hebrews 2:17 Therefore he had to be made like his brothers in every respect, so that he might become a merciful and faithful high priest in the service of God, to make propitiation for the sins of the people.
1 John 2:2 He is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the whole world.
1 John 4:10 In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.

I am looking for some poetical pieces relating to this word 'Propitiation', telling either what it means and how it applies to our relationship to God or just choose one of the verses listed and write something on that particular verse.
So go for it , looking forward to some real spiritual gems.no Bible bashing
no chat talk
no adult
nothing rude
no erotic
no sensual
no bad or offensive language
must be RHYME.
not anonymous - host sees user name.
any breaking of these rules will be DQ ←

Based on: Romans 8:22.
© 3 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love • hope •spiritual • teen • misc

Thursday, June 16, 2016

What Have I Done

What Have I Done

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright ) 

My lids gently flutter to rest
as breath
my last
slips from my breast.

Where is the peace sweet sleep promised me?

As I lay my dreams repeat
life's agony replete with love lost

searched for.
Not found.

In arms of another.

My heart seeps its tragedy upon the soil.
A love profound I somehow spoiled.

What words like spears assaulted you?
What actions like arrows pierced you through?

Please rush to me and speak the truth.
For your spurn has murdered me.


As I lie beneath the trees
a peek of sun has arisen over its tender leaves.

The birds proclaim a happy sing
of new hopes risen
and couplings

in which happiness springs.

They fly amidst the tranquil blues.
I wither in knowledge of my woes that I permitted
to lose my soul.

What have I done?