Enigma
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Like
The
Bermuda Triangle
appeared
this
pagan
story.
Snaked
hundreds of decades;
as
deadly
Nightshade,
it's
heathen
roots
Sprouting
this
Mystery--
Their Glory.
Sourced
ancient - fourth century,
from
Murky
streams
It's
Dense
Mystical
Canopy
creates
A FOG;
A forest
Maze
to tragedy.
It's name
NEVER
Sacred
written.
A
dead sea
Spread
Red
through
conflicts violent,
Embedded
then,
Embellished
In religious controversy.
This
Deviate
diverse
entangles;
mind boggles;
then offers
NO PROOF
a
triad
fallacy
configuration
trips
tricks
the intelligent.
An
alluvial
then destruction
to
SIMPLE
TRUTH.
Based on: John 17:3; 1 Thessalonians 1:9, 10; 1 Cor. 8:4; John 5:37.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
BARNYARD BANDITS
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
#Barnyard #Bandits
Once
upon a time
in a land somewhere near,
You know,…
someplace close;
between here and there,
existed a town with a restaurant—
quaint and small;
but part of a growing chain
Specializing
In
‘#Fine Dining For All.’
One day, in this story, a couple appeared.
Unexpected and unwanted,
Suddenly
something to fear.
For although, inner strife
between chefs,
still delivered
some everyday ‘fare,’
Expansion,
For some
meant
‘Accolades’
to share.
Forget what the “Owner” internationally wanted.
“It’s fine for us to …
‘Keep it tiny;
Keep it stunted.’”
“Who wants for
‘Our’ Place
to be
‘Put on the map.’
We’re not interested
in feeding
for a ‘#Tourist Trap.’”
Obviously,
they forgot
Who paid their
rent.
Otherwise, they’d invest in more energy spent,
in following Explicit Menus,
Keeping to the ‘Greater Gourmet’s’ Plan
This ‘Wealthy Owner’ had placed
Solely
in Capable Hands—
His Intent for “Fine Dining”
Earth-wide
to Expand.
Yet, every day former enemies
bent
their heads together.
“Get rid of the couple”—
their earnest endeavor.
For surely, this couple were sent to spy.
To find out what hindered
this small bird
to fly.
Yet, really this couple
came to town to regroup.’
Support and help the restaurant,
yes …
but mainly
to ‘recoup.’
Potential they had to help expand
this growing chain.
However, at the moment,
their health was their ‘main’
Concern
To reclaim.
Not for obstinate employees
To ‘Hunt Out’
And
‘To Maim.’
But these ‘chefs’ still conspired
among themselves,
to gather,
even in the ‘Township’
more Helpers—more elves,
to eliminate,
to put to an end
Any who could ‘flay’ or ‘roast’
a fish or a hen.
Thus, elevate,
to a Happy State.
Shut down
this barrage,
Sabotage.
This apparent ‘Owner’ Hate.
The degree to which these ‘chefs’ manipulated
Over time, took years,
to develop and cultivate it.
Phones were tapped;
Cameras installed.
Chat rooms engaged for instructions to follow.
Like ‘Barnyard Bandits.’
All shallow and hollow.
“Finally fun!”
Together they were
enemies now friends--
to share and confer.
Yet, remember how the caterpillar struggled?
How no one could help him—this ‘bug in a bubble,’
so-to-speak.
He needed himself
to develop his wings
to fly high.
His Beauty and Strength
of His Creator
Sings.
Well, this experience
This couple
felt daily—
Difficultly,
Oppression,
producing qualities
‘Stately’
to develop.
Yes, slowly;
but growth was evident.
Their enemies, thus contributed
To their necessary
‘Redevelopment.’
Now ‘Fine’
They Stand
with a focus
in mind.
To follow the ancient script of ‘Management’—
Be cautious;
yet Kind.
Lead by
Example
With Love in your hearts.
The “International Owner”
Is Not Blind.
All Else,
He has in Hand.
We must just
“Do Our Part.”
KEEP FIRM
to
HIS PLAN!
Based on: Matthew 15-14 and
http://www.jw.org/en/publications/books/good-news-from-god/good-news-about-religion/
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Wreathes Awarded for... RESPECT
Wreathes Awarded for ... RESPECT
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with Copyright)
Wreathes
of
varied
Rings--
branches/flowers
but
never thorns,
Bestowed
as a Honor.
A Semblance
of Respect.
Entwined
in
Love;
Awarded
to
Protect
Dignity--
Each one's.
In retrospect...
E n u n c i a t e d,
Spelled out
Purposefully.
(by our Lady Queen Bee)
Yet...
Can we Define it--
Universally,
Since
RESPECT
Begets
RESPECT?
Can We...
R........React Responsibly; 'Man-up' to Accountability
E......Emanate Efficiency; Obliterate non-consistency
S.....Shower Sincere Sympathy and Lenitive Empathy
P................Permeate Patience--a Blockade to Hatred
E............Eradicate Envy by Uplifting Encouragement
C.......Create Comfort by Banishing Discouragement
T...................Tame our Tempers with Loving Embers
Thus
Cultivating
R. E. S. P. E. C. T.
For Our
Every
Member!
Based on: 1 Pe. 2:11, 17; 1 Tim. 4:12; Rms. 12:10; Lev. 19:32.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
#Fear Fleshed Out
#FEAR FLESHED OUT
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Perched
on this precipice
ascending
rapidly
from
blackened
ashes
molded,
into
a
solid
craggy
Mountain
High
above the ocean,
the speed of which
stripped
me
bare
of robe--
nearly
peeled
back
my onion skin.
I climbed this mount
turned mountain.
Took
the steep steps
of
"can't"
"ain't good enough"--
often repeated
snide,
wicked,
constant,
projecting
me
higher and higher;
past
any
silver linings.
*
First I floated
on a lake of crystal clear
rippled waters,
which
Could
quench my thirsty soul.
Then
Drown
I
almost
did
bobbing and thrashing,
frantic
on the
agitated waves
of cannonball
performers.
*
I
Permitted
a drift;
so why glance
for a sail?
(Do I really
desire
Salvation?
What
exactly
Is this place
called
Hell?)
*
I
took
the steps
escaping the whirling
whispers--
sudden
blessed efforts
to inspire.
Poignant
sweet
musings
that
plucked at my core;
mimicked stroked strings
of the harp
to pacify
my
bleating
heart.
And
Yes,
Light
seeped through
semi-slanted,
dusty
blinds;
Truly
sprouted
blossoms
on this crusty soiled floor.
Though,
across
windows
(double-paned)
in flight free
and easy,
birds in abundance,
More
Beautiful
appeared;
their varied sounds
garbled.
Their melodies unclear.
*
I climbed those steps
way above those birds;
Above that ocean.
I climbed higher
even when
my legs grew heavy
in the exertion.
Now?
I lie--cold and frozen.
Now?
I will shut
my tired eyes,
just a tiny while
Dozing....
till--
THE END.
Based on: 2 Timothy 1:7; Luke 21:26; 1 John 4:18.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Bare Bones of #Fear
Bare Bones
of
#Fear
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
I
stand
NAKED
and Alone--
by Choice.
What I carry
I carry
Inside.
You
can't know;
So you can't take....
Can you?
Then I want
NOTHING!
THERE!
NOTHING
For you
To
TAKE!
Is
there?
Then...
I'll lie down.
Then...
I'll...
CLOSE my eyes.
So...There!--
Is
NOTHING
LEFT.
*
THE END.
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2009166?q=fear&p=par
Monday, March 9, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
To #Adversity I Replied
To #Adversity I Replied
By Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
To Adversity I replied:
"I won't stop breathing!
Won't
lie down and die!"
No shameful cry:
"Uncle!"
though, you demand
with fingers
snarled in my hair,
Both hands
entwined,
mashing my face in sand.
In Pit and Mire--
more aptly described.
Your goal
again
new
for me to expire.
"I won't stop breathing!"
to Adversity I replied,
When
you demand
I lie down and die!
"Ludicrous!" you deny...
"Pit and mire?"
"Okay!
Demand--insidiously
implied." ... You in effect,
maligning my senses.
I didn't stammer: "I'm still conscious;
not totally senseless!"
Crushed;
suppressed--
my Smile?
"No!"
Though, I've been burned.
You
Aware,
Knowing
even lips chapped
Upturned,
however cracked and bleeding,
can elicit
much More
than
a spurn.
But,
turn or roll me over
someone special.
Please!
Appease with these:
Soft face,
hand too,
extended,
stretching to ease.
My eyes moistened by pain,
still notes
the slight tilt of your lids--
your eyes,
when in compassion
crinkles.
Lifts
my soul to the highs!
Smile! Do Smile!
Therein lies:
expressed
hope
magnanimous!
A heart
open,
warm
and generous!
My chance to defy
again
To Adversity--
with
help
to reply:
"I didn't stop breathing
when you
commanded:
"Die!"
Based on: Isa. 41:13; 40:11; 2 Chronicles.16: 9; 1 Sam. 12:22; 1 Pe. 3:12; Acts 20:35; Eph. 4:32; Heb. 13:2.
See also the Article: Are Your Problems A Punishment From God?
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