Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Relent

RELENT

by Lucretia Mccloud aka Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)



Act I: Sunrise. Moon cannot too.
Clean slates commence new day.

Babies coo; adolescents boo
since learning delays play.

Adults in ardent work delight;
fulfilled an honest trust.

While animals wild resist light;
await in darkness; lust.

Yes, words are spewed and acts imbued
with kindnesses in mind.

Yet, flesh is weak, imperfect true.
Resist errs done in kind.

Grass bent in breeze reflect true ease
as sun provides its shine.

Sunset: Artistic masterpiece.
Forgiving freely--Divine!

Arise all eyes to awesome skies!
Breathtaking each event.

Thundering warnings don't despise.
Rain heals dried soil. Repent.

Blossoms are born in dirt; reprise.
Love conquers all! Relent.

https://allpoetry.com/poem/13266837-Sunrise.-Sunset.-by-Lucretia-Mccloud


Monday, April 24, 2017

The Messiah

The Messiah

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)




6, 000 years ago,

in the Garden of Eden
after our selfish parents
ate off the forbidden tree;

thereby,
selling us into slavery
to abject sin in its universal misery,

quickly prophesied:

a seed

birthed to crush the head of the wicked serpent
pulverizing this disobedient angel
to eternal death.

Trailing also his unrighteous follower's
both spirits and humans into this regretful eventuality.

Many question:

Is Jesus Christ that designated offspring?
How would he be recognized?
What credentials would he bring?


Well, according to Bible prophecy,
the Messiah, or Christ,
in two roles different
would appear,

separated by thousands of glorious suns and moons revolving
requiring endurance by his disciples
wearing the garb of the faithful;

to the fleshly
not to adhere.

In his first role, he would be a human.
So to clearly be recognized,
many amazing details of his life and ministry
were centuries beforehand written.

Yes, even foretold
to the world he'd be utterly despised.

The Messiah would be . . .

A descendant of King David.
Born in the town of Bethlehem.
A humble proclaimer of “good news.”
Despised and held of no account in all the realm.

Betrayed for 30 pieces of silver.
Silent before his accusers
as they unjustly condemned him to death.

A sacrificial “lamb,” who would annul sin
enabling humans a clean standing before a Holy God.
Yes, these imperfect humans who indeed feel bereft.

Killed without any of his bones being broken.
Buried with the rich.
Resurrected on the third day.

With Christ Jesus was total fulfillment.
Squashing all unbelievers have to say.

In fact,
“the witness concerning Jesus”
is a primary objective of Bible prophecy.

As the end keeps advancing forward
all the nations once arrogantly blind
will be forced humbly to see.

For as a human traversing this land
Jesus demonstrated on a small scale
just what he will do

on a global scale as a mighty spirit creature.

Outperforming any candidate imperfect
in their endeavors
they profess will ensue.

“When the Christ comes,
he will not perform more signs than this man has done, will he?"
was a question asked of him;

since his miracles left masses in amazement.

And the righteous, in earnest wonder:
what the Messiah required of them.

Yes, the Messiah had unselfishly left his favored position in heaven
as the Father's first-born only-begotten Son
to exist for a time among humans imperfect
to scornfully die as a criminal;

on a stake tragically hung.

Bruised in the heel, foretold.
And the seed of the serpent rejoicing
as if they'd eternally won.

But Christ's resurrection by his Father to his right hand
made possible freedom to eventually come
to deliver people from sickness, suffering, the grave.

Why he came to this earth suffering in darkness.

To save an internationally
obedient sum.

So, stage two we are awaiting
in anticipation of the final page.
Blessings earth wide the Messiah will complete
in the soon finale of these wicked days.

For in his second role, the Messiah will. . .

Rule as King of God’s Kingdom,
a world government to the meek sincerely dear.

Be a blessing to all humans who exercise faith in him
with actions clean and their conscious clear.

“Startle many nations” and their rulers when he crushes them for opposing his rule.

Preserve an international “great crowd” of righteous humans into a peaceful new world where new scrolls will be opened;
and all resurrected millions will then be schooled.

Yes, along with Jehovah God, Jesus will bring the dead back to life
in Paradise on earth after eliminating all wicked strife.

Teach his subjects the ways of true peace.
Eradicate sin, the underlying cause of sickness and death.
Ultimately break up all of Satan’s works
uniting the human family back to perfect health

under the rule of Jehovah God.

This is priceless!

A treasure immense
of eternal wealth!

Yes,

Jesus fulfilled his first role as Messiah.
He will also complete his second too.

The wise, therefore, are encouraged to
study him closely,

for Jesus said:
“I am the way and the truth and the life."

Soon, the unrighteous will get their just due.

“In his days the righteous will flourish,
and peace will abound until the moon is no more.
He will have subjects. . . to the ends of the earth."

Yes,

The Messiah
is the One Chosen
by the Creator
to even His Sovereign's
Universal score.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Blind Guides ... Traitorous Hides!

Blind Guides ... Traitorous Hides!

by Lucretia Mccloud aka Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)



To the pit!
Not ... a golden ring to aspire

yet steady steps
onto conveyor
belts

trail them
uncomprehendingly
behind

blind, pious guides.

True,
stripped men grovel;
their families cry out,

their pain--financial strain,
as they stumble, then tumble
down

tight tubes
onto
unforgiving
relentless

waves of tithes.

Not even waxed--the slide inside.

Bumped brains into muddle,
still push
to extricate

grappling hands from
back
pockets,

since life
yields bowls
of
rising dough

impossible to bake.

"Why this extra bind when my heart is not inclined?

He died, right?

To remove added pain?"

Misapplied
to drive sheep forward,
"To keep kicking against the goads

Makes it hard for you,"

whiny counterfeit comfort
for seemingly caustic complaints.

Centuries of mounting monetary mandates
bend shoulders and backs into tables.

Not fables!
Reality!

Broken mental slaves now exhaustedly crawl towards final darkness--Eternal Graves,
to escape

Vultures

circling
Sundays
anew.

Their
world
denuded.

Real
Hope--Defused.

Eyes
unfortunately
scaled

Promise

Assured
Demise,

since

Judas(s),
greedy,

their
ill-advised sheep

Despise.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Can One Just Knock On Heaven's Door?

Can One Just Knock On Heaven's Door?
by Lucretia Mccloud aka Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)



Daddy,
I don't want to live here anymore

amidst famine, earthquakes, pestilence, violence,
earthwide

so much bloody war.

Yesterday molested;

today
by family deplored

for disloyally revealing
what occurred tragically
to me before.

Please,

may I rap
tap, even lightly on heaven's door?

Will you open if I do implore?

Maybe I'll crawl till my knees are sore.

Will you then open up for me
heaven's door?

*

Daughter,
you too I do adore!

I feel your pain;
your anguish more.

I have a remedy already in store
to help you survive;

your spirit soar.

My Kingdom Come.
Peace to restore.

Around the earth
a Paradise!

For this do seek
I do implore.

With Christ as King
to remove all vice.

No need to try
to sadly die.

No need to rap
on heaven's door.

If I do call and you do answer

it may not be to starry skies.

If dust you are
under death's hateful banner

will you balk

if to earth
you are reprised?

My purpose
has always been

for

obedient mankind

to live in harmony
upon this land.

It's not a plan
to dispose of any

meek and humble

following my commands.

So if you must
sleep for a second

close your eyes
and rest your soul.

I will call your name
in order

to release you from

what masses consider
an unjust
cold.

You will rise
to love of friends

and family you do adore.

A world
cleansed

of which Jesus boldly
an evildoer told

"You will be with me in Paradise."

An opportunity:
Youthful Forever.

Never old.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Self-control ... A Hero

Self-control ...  A Hero

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright ) 



As a Red kite aspires to fly higher still
his wings tilted upwards
life requires us to acquire patience skills:

“For everything there is an appointed time...,
a time to keep and a time to throw away”

too many marbles rolling to the edges

frays a soul; kills merriness of mind,
love, objectivity and desires to portray

sincerely kind.

Also, time has hands, yet, not to hold back its pace.
So too anxiety cannot it control. By vision,

a night owl into twilight sent,

we garbage not organizational value; preparation keeps our focus;
gates disastrous actions from thieving precious moments
in prisons and hospitals spent. Yes, to maintain inner equilibrium,
keep impatience tamed.

Wisdom exercised bars life's unexpected actors from appearing
uninvited onto our stage, behaving erratically to erupt in us rage.
Since patient calm cultivated as fruitage supreme,
makes self-control a hero; and us a spiritual-being.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Joyed by Rain

Joyed by Rain

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)



My inwards mellow when I think of rain.
Its pitter patter to stay one sane.
Water that thunders down upon a unshaded window pane.
This wondrous weather I love seated or simply laying;

Out, chapbooks and coffee to enjoy the day
and gentle sound. It truly allays
the rush and hurry of hectic delays and traffic stays.
Yes, I do delight and gratefully pray while precipitation stresses slay

mercifully, daily anxiety as I meditate as pings repeat.
The swish of wheels and squish of feet
along the rim of shadowy streets
'til neath my covers it peaks me to sweet and delicious needed sleep

to doze ten thousand rems.
Yet still in all my happy dreams refuse to dim
as I think on glorious cycles from ancient streams
vaporized and circled again to cloud the skies from heavenly beams

that rainbows beautifully after the sun's return
to lift again the mist and spurn
a drought that would our soil do burn
if not for lovely storms as blessings to man which never he earned.

My inwards mellow when I think of rain.
Its pitter patter to stay one sane.
Water that thunders down upon a unshaded window pane.
This wondrous weather I love seated or simply laying.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

My Blue Prayer

My Blue Prayer

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)




Blue

I felt through endless days
of sunny skies.

Smiles hid not
the constant strain of suppressing
mild/increasing pain

of heart.

The darkness deep inside
did impart

evenings endless of sadistic art.
Gloriously tragic to expound.
But not to live.

The canvas splayed with muted hues
of anguish

due to life's choices.

I sat imbued with memories
washed with tears anew.

The frequent bouts
I wished were few and far between
as sprinklings of dew

to refresh

not to enmesh with substance like suet
for stewing in guilt and roasting in slow and twisted turns.

I did not earn this spot as gilt
to burn

spit-roasting
for others to discern:
the consequences of my
varied errors.

Lessons to ignite the young to learn.

Wish I might the heat to end!

A friend to lend a sincere ear
and bend to extend a helpful hand.

This I thought;
then heard a knock.

Standing there in awkward shock
I saw a little girl.

She held a box of color blue.

Inside she said:
"A gift for you!

I hope you like the book.
It gives me hope."

This girl of three or maybe two?

"A future bright and endless,"
said her mother.

"The Bible
is really worth

a careful
view."

Was this the answer to my non-existent prayer?

Were they sent to me to share?

That night I sat upon my chair
astonished that someone seemed to care enough
to come my way

through a drizzling cold rain.

Thus I began
my search for

You.

I appreciate your love.

I sincerely do!







Thursday, July 28, 2016

These Precious Things

These Precious Ones

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright )




In the Final Days
heard

a glorious sound,

delightful words,
the buzz of joy and laughter found

as it rattles the nations;

yes,

fallen
golden leaves to ground
in unified worship

truth-seekers
from all stations of life.

From war-torn areas and desert sands;
from violent backgrounds and stealthy hands;
from every action despised;
from even all despicable vices;
from once lovers of hatred and strife.

What a beauty to behold
when sees the Maker a loving soul
though, bruised and bleeding
they're lifted up

cleaned and polished
they bubble forth

now in happiness their delight erupts,
since hope indeed gratefully fills their cup.

The noise of news good
vibrated and shook the foundations.
Streaming to the base of the mountain
foreigners from all denominations.

As the river proceeds to rush
exhilarated and exhibiting a rosy blush
many cry, their eyes abeam by a light they saw

their hearts enlarged by a vision scene:

A perfected mankind
eternally
inhabiting the earth.

Peace restored; justice reigns!
Secured a future free of pain.

Not reincarnated, nor recycled
but resurrected to the land
forefathers, grandparents,
children who lost all breath before they ran.

Yes, reconnected
Heaven and earth

according to God's
Original Plan!

Give Ear You Precious and Desirable Things!
For the Future Is Grand!

Grab your musical instruments
your lovely strings

and You
His Majesty's

Praises Sing!

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Hark! then Heed

Hark! then Heed

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)




Gather

All

you lovers of peace
of justice

of a long
delicious
life.

Hear tell
of a

Glorious Future,

eliminated

from our marvelous
home/land:
vice and anger.

Yes!
Vicious strife.

Hark,
then Heed

to words
a ringing

throughout the earth

like past dinging's
of famous
Liberty Bells
which sadly cracked
when burned in fire;

or were removed
before they fell.

Crystal clear
the sound

as pristine waters dripping gently

moistening tongues parched;
soothing throats dry

aching

hoarse
since,

mourning came so suddenly

through intense darkness;
through horrid piercings;
through worldwide tragedies

creating
crippling fear.

Yes!

Hark,
then Heed
to what it means:

A Name

so wondrous
Do Proclaim!

Promises
actions of salvation
to righteous people

of all the nations

He
them
Does

lovingly
claim.

Jehovah--

“He Causes to Become”

Whatever
is needed

He demonstrated

through a nation
once noted as a threat

to enemies
decrying

Jah's Fame.

Now
extended
an invitation

to freely partake

of

'Truth.'

The
Almighty

Granting

an opportunity for endless life
to all now living.

Our lives unjustly
in jeopardy.

Daily at stake.

He's our Creator
of our physical universe
and intelligent beings

even here on earth.

He's the Fulfiller
of his purpose.

His Will right here
is to be done.

Satan, will not thwart his actions
or eternally render

God's work
undone.

As God said to faithful Moses:

“I am to be remembered
from generation to generation."

"‘I Will Become What I Choose to Become’"

His Vindication
of his Sovereignty

is the major
total sum

of Christ Jesus's
reigning splendor.

Come
All Ye!

Watch and See!

Hark, then Heed!
Follow the lead

of the thumping drum!

"For just as the rain and the snow
pour down from heaven and do not return there
until they saturate the earth, making it produce and sprout,

Giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
So my word that goes out of my mouth

will be.

It will not return to me
without results,

But it will certainly accomplish
whatever is my delight,

And it will have sure success
in what I send it to do."

This is God's Promise:

"Find exquisite delight
in Jehovah,

And he will grant you the desires of your heart."

He is a God of Purpose
with total ability
backed by

awesome

strength and might!

"King of eternity,
incorruptible, invisible,

the only God,

Be honor and glory
forever and ever.

Amen."

Yes,
extended
an invitation

For All to Come!
And Him Befriend.

Exodus 3:15; Psalm 37:4; Isaiah 55:10,11; Zech. 1:6; Joshua 23:14; 1 Tim. 1:17;

For your sakes I will send to Babylon and bring down all the bars of the gates.—Isa. 43:14.

In line with that prophecy, a world-shaking event happened one night early in October 539 B.C.E. While Babylon’s king and his nobles were drinking wine from holy vessels captured from Jerusalem’s temple and were praising their man-made gods, the armies of Media and Persia conquered Babylon. In 538 or 537 B.C.E., Babylon’s conqueror, Cyrus, commanded the Jews to return and rebuild God’s temple in Jerusalem. All of this was foretold by Isaiah, including Jehovah’s promise that he would provide for and protect his repentant people as they returned to Jerusalem. God called them “the people whom I formed for myself so that they mig ht declare my praise.” (Isa. 43:21; 44:26-28) Once these former exiles had returned and rebuilt Jehovah’s temple in Jerusalem, they became witnesses to the fact that Jehovah, the only true God, always fulfills his word. w14 7/15 3:10, 11

*Picture credit:  Largest bell that is still in existence is #Tsar Bell, currently on display in Moscow, Russia. It is third in the line of Tsar Bells, weighing 180 tons. It was forged in 1737, but the major fire at the location of its founding caused it to crack. Its predecessors were both lost to fire, 18 ton bell from late 16th century and 100 ton bell from mid-17th century.








https://allpoetry.com/poem/12779857-Hark---then--Heed--by-Seah-Greenhorn

Thursday, July 7, 2016

When Tomorrow Comes

When Tomorrow Comes!

by Lucretia Mccloud aka Seah Greenhorn (poem with copyright)
When
ultimately

tomorrow arrives

soon,
in the best time,

although,
we twist
turn

in ernest concern
wallowing now
in deep sorrow,

no longer will anxious cries
consume precious
hearts and minds.

Who will deny

we will wish for
no more
tomorrows.

For today's desires
of tomorrows

exist in daily
shared prayers
as we say:

"Please relieve us
of our sufferings!"

sickness
death
pain
loneliness
stress
finances

plain unhappiness.

Yes,
when that day
shines

after

His will's done,
here,

Then

everyday
we'll rise

no more to despise

life.

Gratitude
imbued;

never
to again spew
as children do:

"Tomorrow never comes!"

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Silence...Not Always Golden

Silence...Not Always Golden

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright ) 

Traversing this world of extremes
tricky is the tight walk of neutral. So a love of righteous...you know I mean?

On your left, anything goes. Just close your eyes and hold your nose.

'What was that?'

'Don't even ask. Just lie back and let us take you for a ride to tickle your toes.'

'Who's us?'

'We won't discuss.'

So, one questioning is made to feel green.

This scene depicts the plight of the naive or fears of peers bullied by mean.

So I need to ask myself:

Do I desire
to spark lust into a fire
to consume me whole?

Where will this leave me?

Shallow, then hollow as I grow old
and my beauty fades?

Will I reside in the shadows
scratching my itch with two fingers and my eye in a twitch?

Then lonely and non bewailed,
since as the dog
constantly chasing his tail,

before hastily lain in a rapidly dug grave?


I saved this tragic ending
to inspire me
to always try to see the end of the road,
before I step boldly
where I was admonished:

"Do not go!"

Independence and freedoms
I do choose, like fashion and hair color.

But foolishness is costly. And life is a commodity one should not abuse.

So to love righteousness, because of my love for the Creator is simply my choice.

He is Holy
and has set the standard.

And He has given
each of us
their own voice.

Use it wisely.

Speak up
for yourself.

There is a time for silence.

Just not when you need to defend your principles. Don't leave them home gathering dust on the shelf.



Tuesday, May 31, 2016

To Do or Not To Do?

To Do or Not To Do?

by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright ) 



To Do or Not To Do?

That is the question
similar to Hamlet's debate

of suicide

through Shakespeare's work,
did famous make.

Today,
marriage
is not often
the recommended suggestion.

Thus,
this institution's demise
is sadly at stake.

Whether a shack-up or a shackle
is 'nobler in the mind'
is a quandary causing sincere romantics
to hesitate. Decline.

Those who consider,
thought simply blind
to reality.

Single,
the preferable commodity.

To take this stage as bride and groom
may beset the union

'to grunt and sweat under a weary life.'

Committed

one to a prison's dense and eternal
gloom.

'And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!'

Coward!

Yes,
thus a vast
mast do choose:

bow out,
so as not to lose

sanity.

A total mistake

to engage
in this holy arrangement

by a
Loving Creator
for Humanity.

A Wonderful Gift
to the

Perfect First
then Eternal Family?

Yes.

For this

HE
thus it did

Originate.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

'Apples to Apples'

'Apples to Apples'
 

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

'As apples to apples'
made

this simple comparison.

Yet,
difficult to impossible
for one
to make the final grade

as exist

7500 varieties 
from a generosity of His hand
to every child, woman and man.

Such a multitude of tiny seeds
to grow and expand into flowered trees.

Such deep appreciation
we need

for apples grand and delicious

worldwide
across international lands.

Red and gold
yellow and green
size of a cherry or grapefruit seen

Of sun and rain.
In sheer magnificence

Squeal
children in delight
bobbing their heads
in playful innocence.

Blessed
Mankind.

Yes we are!
Individually valued.

Useful
in far too many means
to really comprehend.

With sauces,
pies, fitters

and so much more

Eternity
is necessary
for us to employ

this creation
with it's sweet juices.

So 'apples to apples'
that well-known phrase
needs to be

replaced

Since comparisons
Do
others shade.