In Every Crooked Crevice to Be Crannied
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
Where sexual aids are televised to satisfy pleasures.
In prime time or anytime one views!
It seems extremely immature,
To believe those who currently 'sleep'
With a releasing of their 'needs'.
With same sex partners.
Would 'not' do so...
IF laws restricting such activities,
Were suddenly implemented...
To prevent consented wishes!
Or...
Would lower a rising divorce rate.
Complicated by domestic abuse issues.
Although beating someone to death,
Is more accepted.
Just as it is perfectly okay...
To take someone's life,
Because a lost job was the excuse.
Or getting behind the wheel to drive and then kill...
Is considered more redeemable,
Than the smoking of 'pot'...
Inside one's home!
Our prisons seem to reflect,
What is or is not condoned!
The smoking of weed...
Has seldom received,
A life sentence behind bars for manslaughter.
Although those judgements made,
Are not mine to pass.
Nor...
Will a return to moralistic values,
Never realistically practiced.
Be prioritized by those whose eyes,
Are on someone they would like to screw.
When and where they choose.
Regardless of charaded public appearances.
Unless those 'appearances'
Were made in nakedness.
And the thought of some folks having sex,
Entirely clothed...
Would be more appropriate to suggest!
Men limped wrist,
Or women wearing lipstick...
Are more often than not,
Representative...
Of the people they are perceived to be!
Looks can be deceiving.
However...
There is no imagination experienced,
That would allow some people to be seen undressed.
No matter how gifted one's interpreted vision.
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And to be openly gay or not...
Has nothing to do with the popularity of decadence!
Blinged...
Or exposing cracks of butts of those whacked out!
~Pants on the ground! Pants on the ground!
Looking like fools with their pants on the ground.~
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And that's not discreetly being done undercover.
That's seen and marketed...
All over the place!
In every crooked crevice to be crannied!
There to twist a snooping neck.
To offend in opposition.
Or defend as one's right!
To express their obtained happiness.
Lived and fulfilled,
By someone that excites their delight!
'Excuse me...
I know you feel it is your right,
To expose the hair on your behind.
However...
If you don't mind,
I'd appreciate it if you do not stand...
With it so close to my face.
On this crowded bus.
And if I must say...
I so appreciate the fact you showered,
And/or bathed.
That's very considerate of you.
Remember...
Never fight your right,
To experience your hygiene.
Day and night.'
*Don't worry about it.
THIS is as close as you will get.*
'What?
WHAT? ?
Please! '
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
A quality of life observed in broad daylight...
Is more convincing than whispered words,
Share between frustrated gossips!
Or those uptight by the sight of their lost opportunities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Undercover Of The Night
Hear the screams of Center 42
Loud enough to bust your brains out
The opposition's tongue is cut in two
Keep off the street 'cause you're in danger
One hundred thousand disparus
Lost in the jails in South America
Cuddle up baby
Cuddle up tight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
The sex police are out there on the streets
Make sure the pass laws are not broken
The race militia has got itchy fingers
All the way from New York back to Africa
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Sleep with all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Undercover
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
All the young men they've been rounded up
And sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper people double-talk
And once proud fathers act so humble
All the young girls they have got the blues
They're heading on back to Center 42
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Down in the bars the girls are painted blue
Done up in lace
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Under Cover
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
With A Prioritized Attention Given
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.
It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.
Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.
That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Father, Can you see me?
Can You See Me Father?
Father, can you see me?
Father, can you help me through this night?
Father, are you with me?
I look up at the sky, and wonder why, I feel so alone now...
Father, will you help me?
Im afraid to close my eyes.
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, if I sleep now, will you be watching over me this night?
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, the world I see is so much larger, than I remember when you were here with me.
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, can you help me stand own my own two feet once more?
Father, Im on my knees, looking at the sky, looking for your eyes.
Father, I've lost my way, Lord, I pray for your guidance once more.
Father, what was your will, Lord, it was not mine.
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, as I pray for your will, please come and show me the way, dear Lord I pray.
Amen
poem by Rose Rosado
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Tilted Halos
An esteemed sports figure,
Conducts a news conference...
To reveal his taste for sleaze.
And I turn on my TV,
To see the sleaze marketed.
This sports figure announces,
His cheating filthy ways.
I hear the minister reveal his demons.
And from a pulpit,
He declares he has sinned.
The star of sports,
Has had an assortment of sexual trysts.
He reflects a generation raised up with this.
Sexual pleasures and enhancements to aid...
Are marketed and advertised everywhere these days.
Decadence is as common as a child heard cursing.
People are witnessed disrespecting themselves...
With exposed abandonment.
And yet...
Those self righteous deceiving as hypocrites,
Come together in a collective judgements passed...
To say how appalled they are,
By confessions made...
At a news conference!
And none with their tilted halos...
Have been observed to walk on water!
And none are alarmed...
By a standard of life,
Once said to glisten with quality and values...
That now floats in gutters of swill!
Garbaged as a consciousness accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Gay
He's gay!
She's gay!
They be gay too!
If everywhere someone is gay...
Why do heterosexuals,
Abuse like they do?
Normal and confused.
Seduced by temptations.
And refusing curiosity...
But undercover,
This is what they choose.
Declaring themselves to be straight in public.
But in privacy they cheat and screw...
Discreetly!
They do.
Boys doing boys.
Fooling around with girls.
Who fool around in every town.
To ask where men to use can be found!
And they all come together...
To do what they do secretly.
In a growing 'underground'.
He's gay!
She's gay!
They be gay too!
If everywhere someone is gay...
Why do heterosexuals,
Abuse like they do?
While accusing others...
As they do what they choose,
To please their 'closeted' needs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poppycock
Because he is black,
He believes he is held back.
He is!
And so are they!
Because she is black...
And attractive.
She believes she was hired for that!
She was!
For display.
Because I am black,
And proud of that fact!
I can not understand...
Why many blacks can not accept,
Who and what they are...
Will always be attacked!
There is a sickness attached,
With insecurities no one can match.
People are conditioned,
To believe in superstitions...
With inflicted intuitions to expose an ignorance.
And yet superiority can not be proven,
By the advent of incompetence.
Anyone can look around,
And observe standards and moral attitudes placed...
Crumbling to the ground!
Live and in living color.
Very few of these images,
Are broadcasted in black and white!
And what is done undercover?
Produces all shades of everything.
Making what one's values...
With traditions they uphold,
Little sense left to fathom to maintain, grasp or follow!
It's all poppycock!
'There you go!
Bragging about your sexual prowess,
Again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Diplomacy
Why is it that you...
And others with your point of view,
Believe it is perfectly okay...
To re-appear as you please,
In the lives of those you have dismissed...
As being too direct with their candid honesty,
While making it an additional excuse for you...
To perceive the spoken truth as evil!
What makes you believe,
You and your unresolved issues...
Are sweetened treats,
You will tease others...
By keeping your headaches away.
Today...
People are living with a higher expectation,
To spend their time with others...
In the search for a higher consciousness.
You can decide to go in and out of hiding,
To protect your immature sensitivities...
For the rest of your life!
You can decide that priding your stubbornness,
Excites others into a frenzied curiousity...
To begin to question your whereabouts.
I wish to leave you with this comment made,
Your desire to keep revisiting a mental debilitating outlook...
Is on you!
And is a view only you and others delighting it explore.
But those who are seeking to open closed doors...
And remove locks from their uptight minds,
Are not trying to find ways to move around in darkness.
Many people today,
Are seeking to remove clouds from their visions.
And you apparently...
Will never see the importance to prioritize,
The connecting of those dots!
And yes,
You have taught me a lot...
About diplomacy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Stand My Ground
I Can See
When You Stay Low Nothing Happens
Does It Feel Right?
Late At Night
Things I Thought I Put Behind Me
Haunt My Mind
I Just Know There's No Escape
Now Once Its Sets Its Eyes On You
But I Won't Run
Have To Stare It In The Eye
Chorus
Stand My Ground, I Won't Give In
No More Denying, I Got To Face It
Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside
If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will
Stand My Ground
It's All Around
Getting Stronger, Coming Closer
Into My World
I Can Feel
Thats Its Time For Me To Face It
Can I Take It
Through This Might Just Be The Ending
Of The Life I Held So Dear
But I Won't Run
There's No Turning Back From Here
Chorus
All I Know For Sure Is Im Trying
I Will Always Stand My Ground
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Within Temptation
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Stand My Ground
I Can See
When You Stay Low Nothing Happens
Does It Feel Right?
Late At Night
Things I Thought I Put Behind Me
Haunt My Mind
I Just Know There's No Escape
Now Once Its Sets Its Eyes On You
But I Won't Run
Have To Stare It In The Eye
Chorus
Stand My Ground, I Won't Give In
No More Denying, I Got To Face It
Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside
If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will
Stand My Ground
It's All Around
Getting Stronger, Coming Closer
Into My World
I Can Feel
Thats Its Time For Me To Face It
Can I Take It
Through This Might Just Be The Ending
Of The Life I Held So Dear
But I Won't Run
There's No Turning Back From Here
Chorus
All I Know For Sure Is Im Trying
I Will Always Stand My Ground
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Within Temptation
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Perfected and Over-rehearsed
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
Spoiled and embroiled by choices of isolation.
Believing decisions made would remain sustained.
Creating superstitions within accepted standards,
Of division...
Has weakened values and traditions.
And foundations trembling...
With once tried and true,
Restrictions.
Faltering a quality of life for all,
By hidden agendas and undenied admissions.
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
With wishes to return to comforts yearned...
To free from the rising of conflicts,
That has today showered many with concern.
Although hoping lessons that seem hard to learn,
Has not come upon them too late to recreate...
What is observed.
When a listening done to comprehend and correct...
Was not prioritized as an objective first.
To protect from a neglect...
Perfected and over-rehearsed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Introducing Doubt To Weaken
Remove I've done,
From a confinement to undo.
And to choose to escape,
From perceptions...
Time,
Has taught me to erase.
Remove I've done,
The faking of false faces.
Kept to do,
In fear that I would offend someone...
And masquerading in pretense,
Would find my presence more accepted.
Remove I've done,
Notions of impressions to give.
And to strip myself to expose my identity,
Has meant more to more...
Than the approval of someone lessened,
By a harboring of their own hidden insecurities.
Removed from me I have done,
Those kinds of deliberating limitations.
Introducing doubt to weaken,
My desire to live my life...
Free of anyone's ability,
To qualify the passing of their judgements.
That action,
Is not invited or solicited in defining my life...
Lived the way it has been intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Acceptibly Diminished
What better excuse can one make,
Than the one made that is better than the last?
Some folks are gifted in creating some,
So unbelievable...
To not to believe them,
Brings the maker grief.
They spend entire lives in their development.
Some have even stated,
The expectation of them being made...
Has elevated their activity in their production of them,
To heights of popularity.
Into an artform that has given them a name!
As if this is a career move intended!
And they are proud to have this illness,
To claim as something they can not help!
However,
According to them and to hear them tell it...
They have family and friends who tolerate this nonsense.
And accepting this mentality has to be wide spread.
Too many people have created tremendous delusions,
For themselves
To satisfy their own self inflicted agonies.
Some insecurity hidden,
Has them commited...
To making excuses.
And hiding what is obviously seen!
A mental imbalance.
Yes...
This behavior is sick and condoned.
And probably the reason,
Why there will never be a remedy for it.
It is part of a culture that does not see itself disturbed.
And when one has that as a supporting testimony...
The recovery is not going to happen.
It is woven into the fabric which makes the society what it is!
With its social standards and quality of life...
Acceptibly diminished.
And imposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Two bright eyes
Bare eyes shine in night,
look so powerful and bright
Keep staring but not made known,
Seem they are made for my own
Say not words but also not hide,
just smile broad with eyes wide,
convey deep feelings with no regret,
bright and shining eyes speak not yet,
why close eyes alone?
and face not covered,
So eyes when shut,
face may reveal,
You close the eyes,
life come to an end,
glitter and shine,
smile peters out,
find me so close even not near,
distance more but mind fear,
eyes shut but separation bear,
Near to come is idea to cheer,
You may say you are around, ,
even go round but not found
with steps so gentle on ground,
little it heard with no sound,
Oh, two eyes,
just face unveil,
lower it down to neck,
Find me there just to check,
Eyes may shine,
face may reveal,
wounds may heal,
love may look real,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In The Image Of God
Thunder deep within me roars.
Sometimes charged,
From a brain electrified.
To nourish within this Universe.
And tears to cleanse from my eyes,
Do drop.
To expose Sunlight...
Coming to remove clouds,
Experienced within my despondent heart.
Equipped to feel,
An array of emotions witnessed.
Radiant some days I gleam.
But like the shifting of seasons...
Those moods do appear.
Some with fears yet most are not!
I am in the image of God!
This I know.
Since God himself...
Said this was so.
And I know this to be true.
Since this Earth, the Sun,
Moon and Stars...
Also reflect a part of who we are too!
And if God should choose to stop their existence...
We,
Well...
There would not be a WE!
To amuse God with our mischief!
And I have not been given that power,
To debate with God.
Or try to isolate my fate,
In my demands to God...
For a more perfect creation!
I accept 'this' My Father!
And will continue to express my gratitude!
My Father is much too much,
For me to make attempts...
To comprehend!
I just want to keep My Father pleased.
That's it!
Those who are self righteous...
They're on their own 'trip'!
Speaking in tongues.
And those hypocrites quoting scriptures.
'And 'you'?
You are here to do what?
Pass judgements? '
Oh no!
No no no...Father.
I was just...
Sharing an opinion!
'And I thought you came to Me,
To have prayer? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Testify
Come a little closer it's a feeling that I can't deny
I was weak, but I never thought I'd speak about the darker side
Is that a ten? I could repent on the side of the road
But, I kept on going yeah I headed for another load
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I cannot lie
And, I forsake many vows I made to be with you tonight
Could you be the salvation cause I never felt like this before
And, could you lend me your hand because I'm falling back on the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
On a road outside of nowhere, in the middle of the night
Well I guess I hit rock bottom and the dawn was not in sight
And a Tempest made of fire, onset the sky aglow
And a sweet young thing called out my name
And this is how it goes, she says...
Choir:
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf: And I got down on my knees
Choir :"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf (over the top of the choirs last two repititions):
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf:
Every cut that heals reveals a scar that you can never hope to hide
All the pain that you restrain keeps building up deep inside
If you think you're above it then it's you my friend that I implore
You've got to talk before you run
See the night before the dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Choir Singer: Up from the ground yeah, I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
song performed by by Meat Loaf
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Withering Rights
On my mind are these times.
With their withering rights.
And those who fight for entitlements,
Without one day spent...
Feeling obligated to answer a call of duty,
To protect and defend them.
While losing a vitality of their 'rights',
Overnight!
And visably shrinking to shrivel,
From their sight.
Leaving most people to feel uptight.
Like spoiled little kids...
Denied their demands for candy.
And on my mind I find,
A comfort still exists...
To rhyme it all with reason,
For purposes to increase my happiness.
And on my mind,
Regardless if it is accepted...
I am going to keep it real for myself.
Regardless of withering rights.
And those deciding to fight for them.
I owe it to myself,
To reach for heights.
Since in my sight...
They will not wither to leave me wondering,
Why this was allowed as I stood and watched.
My rights to life my life as I like,
Are not going to wither.
My rights to dream,
Are still mine to accomplish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Snowy Sunset
Snow Snow on the ground
Sun is sinking down down down
Trees trees covered in Wight
People gasp at the sight
Snow Snow on the ground
Animals scurry all around
Snow Snow in your hair
Stiffness and cold in the air
Snow Snow on the ground
People sledding down down down
Hot Coco and coffee inside
Why not go for another sled ride
Snow Snow on the ground
The sun has set past the ground
Lights light up the city bright
People every where say what a sight
poem by Miranda Will
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It's Just Another Day
Another senseless public shooting.
Another day to depict someone crazed.
Another dismissing of entitlements and rights,
As to the reasons why people...
Are running for their lives in broad daylight,
While a society diminishes with blinded insights...
To blame their quality of life on kept delusions.
And one who leads as responsible,
For the increase of their madness.
It's just another day,
For denials and deceptions to be accepted.
It's just another day,
For those who cheat, lie, deceive and abuse,
To make claims of any wrongdoing.
It's just another day,
To defend acts of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John (Chapter 8)
To Mount of Olives, Jesus went;
He came to Temple in the morn;
The people flocked to Him at once;
He sat and taught them many things.
The scribes then brought a woman caught
In adultery, and made her stand;
They said to Jesus, ‘O teacher,
This woman is an adulteress,
And got caught in the very act.
As Moses commands us to stone
Such women, so, what do you say? ’
They wanted to test Jesus thus;
So they could charge him in some way;
But Jesus wrote something on ground.
They persisted in asking Him,
So, Jesus said, ‘let one of you
Without a sin, then throw first stone.’
Again, He bent and wrote on ground;
Each one of them then left in turns;
The woman stood near Him alone;
Then Jesus asked her, ‘Where are they?
Has no one condemned you as yet? ’
The woman replied, ‘No one, sir! ’
Then Jesus said, ‘Neither do I;
So, go; from now on, do not sin.’
Then Jesus spoke to them again,
‘I am the one light of the world!
Who follows me won’t have darkness;
But will walk in the light of life.’
The Pharisees then said to him,
‘You testify on your behalf;
Your words remain unverified.’
Then Jesus answered and told them,
‘What I speak can be verified,
Because I know from where I come;
I also know to where I go;
But, you know nothing about both!
You judge by looks but I don’t judge!
But if I should, it is valid,
Because I am not all alone;
My Father is with me, who sent; .
But even in your law ’tis writ,
‘Two men’s words can be verified;
I testify on my own stead;
So, does my father who sent me.’
They asked Him, ‘Where is your Father? ’
Then Jesus replied as follows:
‘You neither know me, nor father;
If you knew me, you’ll know Him too.’
He spoke these words in temple ground;
Yet, none did arrest him thus far!
Then He said, ‘I’m going away,
And you will try to look for me;
But you will die in your own sin.
To where I go, you cannot come.’
The Jews asked one another then,
‘Is He going to kill himself?
What did He mean by saying thus:
‘You cannot come to where I go! ’
Then Jesus continued to speak,
‘You belong to what is below;
I belong to what is above;
You belong to this very world;
I don’t belong to mother earth.
If you don’t believe that I AM,
You will then die in your own sins! ’
They asked Him, ‘So, Then, who are you? ’
Then Jesus said, ‘What did I say
From the very beginning then?
I condemn you for things you say,
Because the one who sent is true,
I tell the world what He told me.
They did not know of who He spoke;
He spoke to them of His Father.
‘The one who sent me is with me;
He has not left me all alone;
I always do what pleases Him.’
Many came to believe Jesus.
Jesus said to Jews, who believed,
‘If you remain in words of mine,
You truly will be disciples.
And you will know the truth also;
The truth will set you surely free!
They told him, ‘We’re from Abraham; .
We weren’t enslaved to anyone; .
Why should we then be set afree?
Then Jesus answered all of them,
‘Amen, amen, I say to you.
All sinners are enslaved by sin.
A slave remains not forever;
A son remains in house always!
If son frees you, you’ll truly be! ’
‘I know you come from Abraham
And yet, you try to kill me soon;
My words find no place within you;
I tell you what I’ve heard and seen
My father do in heaven then,
So you may do a similar thing.’
They said, ‘Our father’s Abraham!
Then Jesus told, ‘If Abraham,
His children ought to do his works.
But now, you try to murder me,
A man who heard the truth from God?
Then do you do your father’s works? ’
They said, ‘We aren’t illegitimate!
We have one father, who is God!
Jesus said, ‘If God’s your father,
You would then love me and not kill,
For, I’ve been sent by God to you!
Why don’t you understand my words?
Is it you cannot bear to hear? ’
‘Your father is the devil then;
You carry out his desires;
He was a killer from the start
And loves to hide the truth by lies;
He has no truth in him at all.’
‘He is the father of all lies;
He is a liar by nature;
I speak the truth, you don’t believe;
Can anyone charge me with sin?
So, believe me, I speak but truth;
Whoev’r belongs to God, hears Him.’
The Jews answered and said to him,
‘Are we not right in saying that
You’re a possessed Samaritan?
Then Jesus said, ‘I’m not possessed;
I honor my loving Father;
I do not seek my own glory;
Amen, amen, I say to you:
Who keeps my words, will not meet death’
The Jews said, ‘you’re surely possessed;
Abraham died like all prophets;
Yet, you say we will not taste death?
Are you greater than Abraham?
Are you greater than all prophets?
Who do you think, you want to be? ’
Then Jesus told, ‘My glory’s worth
Nothing if I self-glorify;
But glorifies me, my Father,
Of whom you say, ‘He is our God! ’
You do not know Him; I know Him;
If I say otherwise, ’tis lies.
I know Him well and keep His word;
Abraham rejoiced to see me;
He saw my day and was so glad.’
The Jews then said, ‘You aren’t fifty
And you have seen old Abraham?
Then Jesus said to them, “Amen,
Amen, I say to you; before
Abraham came to be, I AM! ”
They picked up stones to throw at Him;
But Jesus out of temple slid.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-23-2007
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Lack of Sympathy
She tries to feel sympathy for the boy who cries
Looking deep into his eyes
She wants to comfort him and say it is alright
Most likely though it is not alright
She can’t lie to this boy who will not go
She can tell him that there’s something’s he doesn’t know
She tries to say don’t cry baby for you mother
Begs to believe that someday she’ll see her father
These words do not slip her lips
Because she knows the feel of wrong fingertips
She would have loved to say brother don’t drink and drive tonight
Given up her own life to save him from that terrible sight
Where blood and death made home
But all she does is sit and write about it in poems.
She wants to feel that grace of sympathy
But how can she
So all she says is this
Yes it is horrible to lose a father
Never to return home to say I love you and goodnight
Pleading to God why did he have to go
Yes for your father to be dead when twelve is sad
But for him to touch you when you’re eight you just wish him so