The Need For Drama
let us say, Goliath, finally realized that he
really loves Bathsheba who is now in Chicago finally taking care of the old woman.
Bathsheba sent the rumor that she is now living-in with somebody
and that is the end of their marriage.
Goliath isn't huge at the last, and Bathsheba isn' t that pure anyway.
They lead their own lives now.
As true individuals.
The journey of separate souls
is a big drama.
One does not really like it.
But this happens.
Crying, and then of course at the end,
one gets used to it.
Behind two kissing lips,
the sun rises after.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Telling the Bees
A Colonial Custom
Bathsheba came out to the sun,
Out to our wallèd cherry-trees;
The tears adown her cheek did run,
Bathsheba standing in the sun,
Telling the bees.
My mother had that moment died;
Unknowing, sped I to the trees,
And plucked Bathsheba’s hand aside;
Then caught the name that there she cried
Telling the bees.
Her look I never can forget,
I that held sobbing to her knees;
The cherry-boughs above us met;
I think I see Bathsheba yet
Telling the bees.
poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Bathsheba
Oh Bathsheba!
Your name is like the beauty of a naked woman bathing;
And you are very beautiful my sweet one,
'Bath-oh-Sheba'! for your beautiful bath do attract many.
Of male and female servants,
He entered her and the sweet bed of roses started to sing;
Of a love song to crown the day.
'L'Chai Shalom! '
Come and eat the bread of my love,
Come and drink the water of my love,
Come and eat the meat of my love,
Come and drink the wine of my love,
For my love is the fortress around you.
You are very safe my sweet one,
Oh Bathsheba!
'Bath-oh-Sheba'! ! ! !
Just as you are named, so you are with your beauty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Let Me Be
between David
and Goliath
between the slingshot
the stone
and the eyes
let me be
just a page of a book
telling the story
about
the distance between
defeat and triumph
let me just be the air
between the stone
and the slingshot
i have too much
already of this
indulgence
let me be
just a sigh before
Goliath's fall
let me just be the shout
after David's
unexpected victory
let me finally be the dust
blown by the wind
after the engagement
the duel
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D & G
between David
and Goliath
between the slingshot
the stone
and the eyes
let me be
just a page of a book
telling the story
about
the distance between
defeat and triumph
let me just be the air
between the stone
and the slingshot
i have too much
already of this
indulgence
let me be
just a sigh before
Goliath's fall
let me just be the shout
after David's
unexpected victory
let me finally be the dust
blown by the wind
after the engagement
the duel
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David & Goliath
Hebrew Bible (Christian Old Testament)
They described him as a Giant!
But this Goliath is a very skinny person
In his sixties and an orphan.
He seeks a relative in the World
And he met David the gravedigger in an old Bakery.
But not that David The King of future Israel.
They came to know each other
And lived together.
Goliath helps David in his diggings.
And one morning David didn't wake up
And Goliath completed his job.
The story tells that Goliath died in his Centinarian!
*[ My Grandson grumbles to make a story using the name David who brings bread in his bicycle for them.]
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The Passion
Yesterday you were my sweet lover and today,
You are my wife on this sweet side of the river;
But tomorrow comes and, you will bear my children.
This will be the results of the passion of a sweet romance,
With red, yellow and blue winds all over us!
But do take care of the green cloud above us,
For the journey of any sweet love starts with two!
The passion of love and of a lovely young woman around you,
This intimate relationship will lead you to many things;
For her beauty is like the beauty of Bathsheba,
And we forst love by sharing with one another.
The red-dot!
And of the high definitions of your love at hand;
But your blue rays of love had sent me higher!
And it is so soft and very delicate to touch,
For you have fortified them with your city walls;
And today you are a noble and a kind woman of substance.
During the time of spring and during the time of summer,
During the time of autumn and during the time of winter,
Her love was flowing with milk and honey;
And her wisdom and her wealth were all over us!
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Sundays Muriel
While shopping in sleep
David held my hand.
Bathsheba licked my lip
with paper left of hand a
ticket to repeat again in
new life of
having me wash your Benz.
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The Hope That I Have Found
I feel strange yet overjoyed
I never thought that there would be any hope for me
Yet I found some
A woman so beautiful and pure
I love her and she loves me
I can’t believe that I’ve finally had success
After all the failure
I’ve finally found the light
I’ve finally done something right
I hope to nurture and grow and revel in this love
I hope that I won’t ever fail her in love
A new man I am
Living in a new phase of life
Finally accomplishing my dream
My dream of having love in my life
This love I have will last for years I hope
She is my love forevermore
My love for as long as our love is real and pure
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Methuselah
Methuselah was 9 hundred and 69 years old and,
Goliath was about 9 feet and 9 inches tall!
But, David killed Goliath.
Of the tribal mark on your face,
Of the power of a language to save you at times;
But i am being moved with a fervent zeal towards your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sianese Twiness
The pure true marriage
Is not taking vows near
The alter in the temple
And break them near
The bed in the villa
But is making he and she
The Siamese twins
Who can’t
Separate either
In the thread of air.
Or
In the pebble of soil
The pure and the true marriage
is Siamese twinness
Now and thereafter.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Prophecy Of Head And Heel Wounds
Goliath’s head David dragged to Jerusalem
buried under Golgotha Skull Place impaled
Calvary to be place where Adam Eve sinned
David commanded by God Goliath’s head
here buried beneath this spot in Jerusalem
to fulfill God’s prophecy to his bloodline
God’s judgement on shinning one Satan
Moses by Holy Spirit this promise penned
'And I will put enmity between you and the woman,
and between your seed and her seed; He shall bruise
you on the head, and you shall bruise him on the heel'
Genesis 3: 15.
blood of Christ washes over Goliath’s head
at Calvary the messiah bloodline of David
through Mary will this prophecy time be fulfilled
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David (in answer to Johan Steyn)
When David felled Goliath
he stood there as a young man
putting his trust
in the almighty God.
As a soldier totally incompetent
he could not even walk
in Saul’s armour,
did not even take along his own sword
but with a slingshot
he defied the giant champion of the Philistines
slinging a stone at a precise angle into the air
and with the giant’s sword chopped off his head.
When David cut a piece from the cloak
of king Saul, it wasn’t meant as a joke
but to show that the life of Saul
was in David’s hands.
That David was attracted to women,
nobody can deny, the ancestor of Christ
Bathsheba is a witness of it
and his love for Jonathan
was no carnal thing,
they were friends, who were comrades,
nearer than brothers to each other
and many men
who went with each other through battles
against deadly enemies
know this type of thing
when you have to leave your life
in someone else’s hands.
That the psalm poet David
was also a soldier
does not make him a mass murderer,
or do you want to fit
every man who once was a soldier
and now write poems
into this distorted picture?
So as if soldiers are not also Christians,
also serve God, also pray
cannot have a relationship
with Him?
Go and read what the Bible says
about people who add words,
or leave words out of it,
maybe it also pertains
to when you twist the Bible stories,
to fit to
your own impressions of life.
[Reference: Dawid (David) by Johan Steyn.]
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Dead
You crazy baby bathsheba, I wancha
Youre suffocating you need a good shed
Im tired of living, shebe, so gimme
Dead
Were apin rapin tapin catharsis
You get torn down and get erected
My blood is working but my, my heart is
Dead
Hey
Whaddyah know?
Youre lovely
Tan belly
Is starting to grow
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Dead
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Devotion to Duty
I was near the King that day. I saw him snatch
And briskly scan the G.H.Q. dispatch.
Thick-voiced, he read it out. (His face was grave.)
‘This officer advanced with the first wave,
‘And when our first objective had been gained,
‘(Though wounded twice), reorganized the line:
‘The spirit of the troops was by his fine
‘Example most effectively sustained.’
He gripped his beard; then closed his eyes and said,
‘Bathsheba must be warned that he is dead.
‘Send for her. I will be the first to tell
‘This wife how her heroic husband fell.’
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Im Going Slightly Mad
Words and music by queen
When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
Youre missing that one final screw
Youre simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you havent got a clue
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Im one card short of a full deck
Im not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
Im not my usual top billing
Im coming down with a fever
Im really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think Im a banana tree
Oh dear
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
Im knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast its true
Im driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Just very slightly mad
And there you have it
song performed by by Queen
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An Independent Woman
an independent woman had taken so much lust inside her breast
she was filled and then bored and decided to throw
all her hormones away
thinking that now
it is time for love, surfing and searching, what love is in the person
not the body that she sees everyday
it must be someone
different from the rest, the one that comes with gentleness like a dropp of
water on her cheek and falls down slowly along the lines of her nose
into her lips and seeps down
to her tongue
and slides
in her throat, perhaps something melodramatic, someone who likes to listen
about her life story, gives her time and attention, and shares her vision
of life
& death
& rebellion
she is looking for love, a conversation, she is looking for one who can hold
her hands and feel her head falling on his chest
this independent woman now believes in casing, in caging, in marriage,
in bowing, in enslavement,
because the man who loves her demands just that
testing her
taming her, the shrew, the wild bird, and if she starts learning these tricks,
who knows,
she may finally find the man who shall love her forever
and when they get old, they watch tv, and they stay together as two
faithful shadows in a mirage
(she may not like it, but if she needs love, she may finally learn
what is this marriage all about)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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ER DUELLO DE DAVIDE (David's Duel)
Cos'è er braccio de Dio! mannà un fischietto
Contr'a quer buggiarone de Golìa,
Che si n'avessi avuto fantasia
Lo poteva ammazzà cor un fichetto!
Eppuro, accusì è. Dio benedetto
Vorze mostrà ppe tutta la Giudia,
Che chi è divoto de Gesù e Maria
Po' stà cor un gigante appett'appetto.
Ar vede un pastorello co la fionna,
Strillò Golìa, sartanno in piede: "Oh cazzo!
Stavorta, fijo mio, l'hai fatta tonna".
Ma er fatto annò ch'er povero regazzo,
Grazzie all'anime sante e a la Madonna,
Lo fece cascà giù come un pupazzo.
English
How powerful is God's hand! to send a child
Against that huge Goliath,
Who could have killed him with a cuff,
If only he had wished to!
But this is how it went. The holy God
Wanted to show throughout the land of Judaea,
That he who is devout to Jesus and Mary
Has the same strength of a giant.
In seeing a young shepherd with a sling,
Goliath jumped to his feet, shouting: "Damn!
This time, my son, you've really done it".
But it turned out that the poor boy,
Thanks to the blessed souls [1] and to Our Lady,
Made him fall down like a puppet.
poem by Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
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Answer to Prayer
Intervention given
responses finally heard
doubts all forgiven
sickness finally cured.
Prayers we have raised
for miracles here on Earth
but at the end of the day
only love can give birth
to our souls' calm acceptance
of your holy will,
for only in the eternal
can the present be fulfilled.
So reconcile us to the mystery
that surrounds our little lives.
Open our eyes to see
the brilliance of your living light
poem by Steven Federle
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One In A Million
Only one in a million could claim this prize.
It always comes as a suprise.
To have finally realized.
That you're now mine and I am thine.
No other man could ever plan.
The neccesities of taking your hand.
They know not what they need to be.
Or how to treat you speacially.
It's quite a shock to finally have so much luck.
You truly see I'm not a schmuck.
One in a million could truly read.
The tender caring that you need.
You have such depths of sweetness care.
Saving it for the one who dares.
To show you that he's truly rare.
I'm that one from a million strong.
It suprises me that I have won.
Though we know that you're not wrong.
We help eachother to be strong.
We'll last forever, being proud of what we weathered.
It's greatness now for we're together.
poem by Michael McParland
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Bible Stories: David and Goliath
The Israelites with Saul as King were sad;
The Philistines with Goliath as head
Had challenged them at Socoh in Judah,
To send a warrior who dare defeat him.
For forty days, the king was in chaos;
They could not find a person for combat!
David, the shepherd lad was bringing food
For his older brothers daily by foot;
He heard the king’s promise to reward one,
Who would defeat Goliath in combat.
He went to Saul and told his desire;
He was undaunted and had great courage;
Saul had no choice but try him out at last;
David declined the armor from the king!
With just a sling upon his shoulder and
Five pebbles taken from the brook near-by,
He went to meet Goliath with his staff!
Oh, what a fearless lad, God had chosen!
In armor full, stood Goliath giant;
He cursed the puny David by his gods;
He told David, ‘you bring a staff to hit
A mighty warrior, like a dog! ’
But David said, ‘today, the Lord will give
You in my hands, and I will cut your head
Off, and throw your body to the birds, wild beasts!
The earth shall know that Israel has a God,
And Yahweh needs no sword or spear to kill,
And give the enemy into my hand! ’
Then David placed a pebble in his sling;
He swung it o’er his head and let it go!
The pebble found the giant’s temple fast;
The Philistine fell to the ground all dazed!
The Shepherd lad cut off the giant’s head,
Using his sword and showed it to his foes!
The Philistines fled, seeing leader killed!
They were pursued and fully defeated;
He took Goliath’s armor to his tent,
And head to Jerusalem for display!
When Saul had asked him whose son he was, then,
David said, ‘I’m your servant Jesse’s son! ’
A Shepherd lad had trounced, killed Goliath!
He was the future king of Israelites!
A pebble had surpassed the spear and shield!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-4-2008
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