Monday, October 3, 2016



by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

on vicious



in defacing fables

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Still Blooming


by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)


be it liquid red
from my blood


or clear
from dear constant tears



plopping still

into a vast black hungry hole--
my soul,

instilled life
to gradual growth;

a rebirth.

For eventually,
flowers bloom.

Never too soon.

Friday, September 2, 2016

[ Who decides hunger's unholy abide, ]

[ Who decides hunger's unholy abide, ]

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Who decides hunger's unholy abide,

within flesh tinted, yellow, or pale
famished producing its distinctive odor;

the wealthy unfamiliar with this particular unhealthy smell
as daily waste canned brews its own potent juices
composed of the richest delicacies of near or far away lands.

These excesses tossed, costly or cheap, should shame the heart when down the street or across the sea millions malnourished wish for more than
their bit carefully rationed for entire families to eat.

Generosity itself is a unselfish start.

Little endeavors:

a prayer, a share, with eyes and ears open
to notice; to begin to sympathetically and genuinely care.

If only each one less wasteful be

it may decrease the monument of rotting rubbish the international earth sees and instill a conscious awareness of another's plight. A thrifty need to conquer greed with a good measure of personal integrity.

To end hunger's blight can begin with ernest effort, a loving thought inspired:

a sack of groceries for a needy other graciously bought.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016



by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Your words
tricky thus sticky
pulled at the core of my worth

once believing their utterances
conceived in love


way above my insecurities.


once again braised upon knees
my desire pleads with you:

Lift me up; raise me as high
as once your sky!

But this snickery of yours I can't abide.

Snide and deceitful hides of your whereabouts;
then angry strides and shouts

shoving my nerves around.

Cuddling me
then busted


Around like a Ferris wheel.

Downs extremely down.

How did you entrap
swallow me whole

where darkness dwells?
Where I am cold.

Why did I falter
and fall into
when my intelligence usually
lets me see through?

Your smoothness became a tranquil sea.
Bluer that any horizon given me.

Your lips of venom were honey sweet
to drip upon my thirsty tongue.
To skip my patter of its beat.

Your touch a flame to heaven send

now bends me forth
to curl in pain
from poison rushing from my heart
to cripple me
through shrinking veins

pinching the oxygen
from my weak and famished

How did you know
for me to seek?
What deep inside
did you true peek?

Your handsomeness disguised your hate.
Your treachery

will seal my fate?

Am I too late?

Shall I be as Eve,
since so thoroughly deceived

laid to rest and then to dust
for lacking sense of whom to trust?

The web you spun to capture me...

To humor you?
To murder me?

Saturday, August 13, 2016



by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright ) 


Thursday, August 11, 2016

We Speak of Sin

We Speak of Sin

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Are not our lives a tattered trust?

Consequences withstanding
men still rule mainly by lust and desires of wicked eyes.

Said of humans:

“This people approaches me with their mouth
And they honor me with their lips,

But their heart is far removed from me;

And their fear of me is based on commands of men
that they have been taught.

Therefore, I am the One
who will again do wonderful things
with this people,

With wonder upon wonder;

And the wisdom of their wise men will perish."

Yet, the Almighty who is wise and loving, true
loyal and trustworthy in all He does or will ever do
does not us despise.

In a relationship with Him
He will us cherish.

We are His children
if obedient we are despite the wounds inflicted.

Despite our scars.

He tells us to hate what is bad
and love what is good.

Why is this so often confusing
or misunderstood?

We cry for justice and equality
as we steal from Him--
His Sovereignty.

We rant and rave
insist that He us save from tyranny
from unholy war
from tragedies the whole world over.


we continue to live just the same
in all our selfish and vile or vicious ways
wanting the honor;

non deserving of endless praise.

Is this to be always
till the end of our days?


He has given his wonderful decrees
from a mouth spoken with loving ease:

"I take the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you today
that I have put life and death before you,

the blessing and the curse;

and you must choose life
so that you may live,

you and your descendants,

by loving Jehovah your God,
by listening to his voice,
and by sticking to him,

for he is your life
and by him you will endure."

The opposite:
eternal Death

brought through sin's disease

Need not be chosen.
Just do as one pleases.

Eventually one's end
in graves dug or vats placed
or waiting for morticians
in rooms totally freezing.

The Creator's purpose
with blood was bought

so obedience to His standards of righteous
ought not be spit upon with distaste.

We must fight to defend His name
in thankful grace,

He will soon
all wickedness erase.

He does not lie.
He can not die.

He will rule this earth and universal space
with or without us individually.

This is the future we all soon must face.

Choose Life

and live here Eternally
by following his guidelines to best of our degree

and supporting the likeminded to faithfully stand.
In love extend outstretched helping hands.

Then one day:

Life in perfection will be everlastingly granted
as family members once dead
will return to this land.

To All inhabitants living on a renewed earth
with plenty to eat and their own place to sleep:

Life Will Be Wonderful!
Yes, Totally Grand!

Let not sin rule
and it's sad consequences
we forever in death reap.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Nice Nasty

Nice Nasty

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Nice Nasty
such a practiced game

the ultimate goal:
to drive victims insane

with words pleasant

then ending inane.

Of what benefit
to the Giver make?

Strips this one
of dignity
and class

their anger

as they speak


revealing envy
and a lack of confidence


No sense of their
true purpose

when all time
is spent

witty meanness

causing others
to defend

against bullying


to befriend.

Is this the way to love
and hatred end?

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Religious Freedom or Human Rights

Religious Freedom or Human Rights

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)


this should not a question be:
human rights and ethics to supersede

religious edicts not conforming
to human values and country laws adorning

citizens in every land?

since the Declaration of Human Rights dispenses this statement:

“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.
They are endowed with reason and conscience
and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood."

As the eagle projects then flies
higher than the naked eye to spy his flight
regal with majesty and pure delight

is the plight of imperfect man.

The vision is awesome,
even beautiful.

It touches the heart of loving souls.

Yet, this dream to behold
disappears. The destination


in a world grown cold.

Should not religion provide the key
to freedoms and rights?

Yes, liberty!

Depending upon which sovereignty
the leaders preach.

Not all gods are equal in the least degree.


to go to battle to demand
equality; to take a stand legally

Is an individual's right to fight for.

A privilege to humanity.

But, in the end...
when under the subjection of greed and power

do we really believe that true justice will stand?

It will stand!

Unification of races and nations has already begun!

In the past, began
when individuals started within themselves
to practice love

and encouraged others to do the same.

This start became the basis or foundation for the future claim:

An end to violence and hatred!
An end to war!

An end to wicked spirits controlling the world and making us sorely need to pray:

"Please end our suffering!
Inequality... no more!"

Yes, soon will arrive that blessed day
when righteousness will then hold sway.

Until that time we keep
at personal bay

any and all
who human rights do slay.

Do not let anger have its way.
Keep peace and pursue it!

Lay down animosity and bury it!

Let a King
clear the earth

of this total chaos
and complete

The battle is Christ's
and The Almighty's.

They alone have the power
to end all injustices

and establish

True Peace and Security



Thursday, July 7, 2016

Sleep In Peace

Sleep In Peace
by Seah Greenhorn 
( Poem with copyright ) 

Maybe not
as a Madagascan sunset
day-flying moth,

but like a beautiful robin moth
or even a dull colored grease moth

drawn to flames

we question "why"
about the same:

Life then death?

Why brought into this game?

British historian Arnold Toynbee wrote
as We in united consent quote:

"FROM the moment of birth
there is the constant possibility
that a human being may die
at any moment.”

This thought brings us no glee or joyful mirth!

Added he: “And inevitably
this possibility
is going to become
an accomplished fact.”

In this past century

about 100, 000, 000 people in wars died
as tragic acts, 'including millions of innocent
men, women, and children'

making us anew sadly cry out:


"If a man dies,
can he live again?

I will wait all the days
of my compulsory service


my relief comes.

You will call, and I will answer you.
You will long for the work of your hands"

said Job, under utmost suffering
detailing the desire of the Creator to bring

dead ones back to life.

Reversing Adam's unforgivable sin.

Further promising:

"And the last enemy,

is to be brought to nothing."

Just think what this means!

No more graves or funerals.
Just endless life and joyful blessings!

"In this mountain he will do away with the shroud
that is enveloping all the peoples
and the covering that is woven
over all the nations.
(groaning and moaning aloud)

He will swallow up death forever,

And the Sovereign Lord Jehovah
will wipe away the tears from all faces.

The reproach of his people
he will take away from all the earth,
For Jehovah himself has spoken it."

All the races, obedient and loyal,
will everlastingly benefit.

Until that time
when He calls their name

Sleep in peace, you victims,
as you feel no shame.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Wisdom Divine

Wisdom Divine

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright ) 

a beauty in wisdom


to travels valleys, mountains,

streams forth
to hold court
to extol the presence of kings
of new

recanting values considered old,
these treasures are 'apples of gold.'

Mortal man of earthen clay,
who's seen injustice holding sway,
but sees and walks the balance beam
is praised as wise on a human scene.

as doves ascending to endless skies, ascending higher
than our heart's eyes

Divine Wisdom

our intelligent,

though imperfect minds.


it reaches down to touch the souls
who search for it; cherish it. Live it: bold.

These ones in understanding shall never perish if this wisdom's not in arrogant pride sold.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

"What's funny is ..."

"What's funny is ...

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright ) 

"What's funny is ... I used to believe I could understand"

feelings about 'rights.'

Lines obscured bring ire and fights against love


like a whale squirting
effective refreshing mists mellowing all in its way; then receivers pushing and debating positions

the spray.

Who says who's needs to go or who's fit to stay?

Let the whale decide with whom he shall play.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

A River In Flight

A River In Flight
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
Rushing the edge
as a beautiful visualization
of humanity's distress.
Collective tears
The blood of her victims
dropping off into darkness.
Pounding the heart's walls in its descend.
Sprayed by the intense mist arising?
Those gathered, who care to share in this memorial.
Those not present?
Another symbolism for the river's name.
Men running away from paradise.
Is that not the desire of independent man?
animals and nature in their lust for power.
Rendering to the world,
to the heavens
this representation of sacrifice,
the river's vibrant hue.
To dominate and crush.
This beauty
a vivid reminder
of what mankind
is not designed
to do.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

She sings of joy
and the protection it brings.

As out in the yonder of sun-drenched fields
she remembers the danger of forgotten raids and pillages demented minds do yield.

She smells the blood from war-drenched soils.

She hears the cries when they divided spoils.

She feels the pain of reigning fists
that violence in love professes as bliss.

The kisses she missed,

if you insist,

belongs to ravages that blistered her privates and scarred her flesh.

Yes, from these she fled.
She's considered blessed.

For now the painful thoughts are healed.
She's found a Savior. She's has a hope.

With life's constant dangers, she now can cope.

Though all these crimes were not always mine, I suffered the news. My eyes not blind.

Yet, now I have Good News to tell
across steep mountains
in deserts and valley
where the rivers do swell

around the globe
I'd joyfully sing or yell
to All Who Suffer:

All Will Be Well!

Monday, March 14, 2016

My Shine

My Shine

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

In paths of fire, ice, or cold
words of hate, ignorance, said bold
my mind races to deride
yet tongue in wisdom I do hold.

"In showing Honor"
One takes "the Lead."


Fine words then deeds
first applied to loyally heed,
truly performed
heals hearts in bleed.