Circles

Circles

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with Copyright)


Round and round.

Amber the color
circles the rim;

twirling
memories

with a mellow sip and swirl.

Ferris wheels.

Way high to the sky.

Never coming down!

Down.

Down. . .

swaying feet
touching, not touching

unstable

dirty

tan and brown
gravelly ground.

But amber,

again she lifts me up;

takes me higher.

Higher.

Higher.

Red. Red.
Luscious red.

Yellow. Yellow.
Spinning yellow

lights.

Then hurtful ...
in purple.

I exit blue. . .

flat on my back

for a brief second
I swat at the pain;

squirm in the wetness

dripping;
slipping

cold

from my eyes; thighs.

How I lie

in the blackness

looking at
thick shoes.

Brogues.

Heels too?

Faces not amused.

I insist ...

"NOT this time. It's not booze! I'm hurt!"

The heels
pivot in spin;

click away.

In a furious wind
I heard her say:

"This time I choose."

Giggling, snickering,

I think:
"You lose!"

(Though

I suddenly

Lost--

my green money
boss.)

Based on: Proverbs 23:29-35.

Also, enjoy the following article: Hints For Living A Satisfying Life

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102000123?q=alcohol+abuse&p=par

 

SLANDER

Slander

by

Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Opposers

Slander,

PURE and SIMPLE.

But

TRUTH

Endures;

Rises

Above,

Beyond!

In its

Ascent

Uncloaks

distorted

ugly

schemes--

themes

somewhat

concealed

in equally

contorted/

crippled

frames.

Their

saddened

Brains,

Always

Contriving.

Shamed,

Shameful,

they

proclaim fables

to

Disguise

their lack of

Beauty,

their

Unable-

ness.

Maybe.

LIES

Only

Blanket

their

HATRED,

which covers

the skin

of their

Envy,

Buried

Within--

A

Thin

Breathing

UNENTITLED

Shield

of

Arrogance,

This

Cultivated

Veneer,

Until

The

Bright

Light

of

Clear

Proof

Shines

Brilliantly.

Reveals

the

aged lines

of their

bitterness,

of

their anger,

of

their

DYING,

though,

Already

Dead

in their

Hearts.

Yes,

also

tragically,

Decaying

in

their

Heads.

Based on: 2 Cor. 4:4; John 12:31; 1 John 2:17; Ps. 39:1; Ps. 119:172.

An Everyday Woman's Scare ... revamped

An Everyday Woman's Scare

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

An Everyday Woman's

Fundamental

Desire
is:

To Please,

Ease the needs

of others,

which

at times,

Propells
her
 forward

Facedown

in puddles

of tears

of her own

making.

Humiliated
and
Angry,

banged up,

battered and bleeding

due

to tripping

after

Juggling

Difficult

personalities,

Jobs multi--

Never ending.

Stressed;

Uncomfortably dressed,

as calories stretched the permanent press

of dingy grey.

UNDER

duress

She prays

to hear

from familial dears:

"Thank you!"

"May I help you?"

"Let me

Relieve

You

of that...--"

Groceries.

Not the car keys

And

these

Words

Only:

Did you forget the cheese?"

as little ones hang on;

 sneeze

again and again.

"Did you bring us from school

a loathsome new disease?

Jeez!"

She rolls over;

Picks herself up;

Swipes at her eyes

as she endures

this reoccurring

Dream.

The Nightmare.

She's

squeamish

day in and day out,

Heartbroken

With

No one

Actually

There.

Her Home

Bare

of

Anyone

For whom she Can care.

Based on Proverbs chapter 31.

"FOLLOW ME!"

"#FOLLOW ME!"

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

If

a

Charismatic

or not

Someone

were to
YOU

Say:

"FOLLOW

ME!"

Would
your heart
Mellow;

your knees
Falter;

your blood
Alter--

Stream

Raging
or
Trickle
in a trail

Behind
Their
Line,

in 
Sincerity?

Should

We

at least

Examine
To See

This One's

Motivations,
Desires,

Who

THEM

Inspires

To Succeed.

Are their mentor's
Goals
VALID
or
Superficial
and
Hollow?

For really

Who

Leads

He or She
Is actually

Who We'll Follow,

If

We
Agree.

So

Before

Giving our

Soul

Promptly

Away

TODAY

We 
Must
Ask
Ourselves

Seriously:

"Is 
This
One

REALLY

the

"BEST"

ONE

To
Lead

THE WAY?"

What will

My End

Be

ACCEPTING

This
One's:

"FOLLOW
ME"?

This is our

RIGHT!

Don't
just

Hand it Over

For

Inconsequential

Payment
or
Play.

Based on article: Resist the Pressure of Public Opinion
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2010601?q=follow+me&p=par

My Prayer (For My Enemy)

My Prayer
(For My Enemy)

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

I
Received
You,

Cupped
both

heart and soul
around your

Being

as

Cafe moca,
Green tea--

Soothing,

A friend.

Though,
in time

I
soon

Tasted

Grains,

both
Burnt and Bitter

Causing

Agitation
Brewing

Discontent.

An
Enemy
now

Within.

For
envy, jealously, contention
and strife

Kills

Goodness, Patience and Love,

Kindness, Joy, and Peace.

Binds Mildness
in a choke hold;

While loosing
Self-control.

Smothers
Faith,

Which again
Leads
to

NO
"ETERNAL LIFE."

Whether

Housed

in homes
of crony or family,

living
Comfortably

In a Body

of our own,

Pray
"Remove this Enemy
to our Serenity"--

The works of flesh.

Let
Unity
Be our Goal.

To
Belong

Peacefully

PRAISING

Our Creator

for all

ETERNITY.

PRAY
for our first real enemy

to be
Bound!

Then
eventually

he and his
divisive
hateful

Subjects

permanently
and
Joyfully

Eternally

GONE!

Let this prayer

All
Earth

RESOUND!

Based on: Galatians 5:10, 12-26; 6:7-11; Rev. 12:7-12; 20:1-3; 21:5-8

Wicked Queen Athaliah...Royal Narcissis of Old

Wicked Queen Athaliah...Royal Narcissis of Old

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Extreme Arrogance

Like Toxic Rain

from

heavens

fell

from

Mother Jezebel,

An unholy terror,

to

Daughter Athaliah--
who also

knelt knee
to Baal.

(A Red River of DNA

coursing through

channels

Crooked

overflowing

Ridiculously well.)

Wicked Queen Athaliah

preferred,

Progeny
to slaughter

as country chickens

or 

cackling hens,

Of course you heard,

Her Grandsons,

almost

All of them,

Her Own bloodline

Drained

for

Power of Helm.

Manipulate.

Control.

This self made 

Idol,

Narcissis--

Shameful!

A 

Distorted

Vase

To be Shelved.

Since

Contains

No Love to Dispense.

No Glory to Extend.

Warm-hearted Souls,
thought she,

Sins
to
End.

A

Brotherhood

International

NO GOAL TO DEFEND.

'Weak'

'Cowardly'

Called those

Not in 'Bow'

at her self-proclaimed

Hour.

To this

Fragile

idol

Expected:

All

Supposed

'Inferiors'

Should cower.

Yet, this vessel--

Mortal,

Shall

themself

Crouch in a coulee

Until 

Dead,

Unless she Stops

Stripping

Necessary

Nutured

Loving

Relationships

to

Shreds.

For

Obsessive

Love of Self--

Idolatry,

Is a

RIVER

BEING

BLED.

Based on: 2 Chronicles 24:7; Rev. 2:20; 2:21, 22; 1 Kings 16:31; 18:4; 21:1-16; 2 Kings 9:1-7, 22, 30, 33; Col. 3:5; and 1 John 5:21.

True Jubilee! True #Jubilee!

TRUE JUBILEE!!!
TRUE JUBILEE!!!

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

So...What is foreshadowed by the arrangement of the Jubilee year mentioned in the 25th chapter of Leviticus?

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2004528?q=jubilee&p=par