"changeth" poems
By day she wooes me, soft, exceeding fair:
But all night as the moon so changeth she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy,
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
By day she wooes me to the outer air,
Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety:
But through the night, a beast she grins at me,
A very monster void of love and prayer.
By day she stands a lie: by night she stands,
In all the naked horror of the truth,
With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands.
Is this a friend indeed; that I should sell
My soul to her, give her my life and youth,
Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell?
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The old order changeth, yielding place to new
-Tennyson, Idylls of the King
Like dinosaurs our institutions gasp
In spasms of existential death; they pass
At first unnoticed by the casual unobserver
Who trips over a covenant that isn’t there
If you vote they give you a sticker
The ephemeral Constitution changed
Like sweaty skivvies by each president
Law libraries catalogued for pulp
By obedient functionaries in tees
If you vote they give you a sticker
The faithful escorted out of the cathedral
By a bored security guard on overtime
The altar linens for sale at Goodwill
And the sanctuary repurposed on T.V.
If you vote they give you a sticker
Some of The Just Plain Folks cheer for the Reds
And the others cheer only for the Blues
As the reincarnation of Jack Chick
Blesses their four-wheelers and plastic caps
If you vote they give you a sticker
Election placards on abandoned buildings
Promise again prosperity for all
The **** lab cooks behind The Kute Kidz
Private Academy of the Dance and Math
If you vote they give you a sticker
An outreach of the Bright Light Free Will
Missionary Temple of the Lord Jesus Christ
Of the Lamb Sanctified 501C The Reverend Doctor Master Bishop Billy-Bob Hairdo PhD, DD a-brangin’ Messages and His Esteemed Lady Apostle Heather
If you vote they give you a sticker
And blessed be the Holy AR-15
God gave to His People to defend themselves
Here in the freest country in the world
Which you can find behind the barbed-wire fence
If you vote they give you a sticker
While fleets of luxury presidential jets
Arc high over our public housing projects
Reminding us of our prosperity
Here in the richest country in the world
If you vote they give you a sticker
And them Jews for Jesus I guess they’re all right
But them other Jews they just ain’t no good
Nor them Cath’lics nor them Mormons neither
And don’t you get me started on them Baptists
(We seem to have been otherwise engaged)
“The old order changeth, yielding place to new” –
(But neither cares at all for me or you)
But if you vote they give you a sticker
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
An old angelic poet went flying
one drab and tempestuous night.
Upon the clouds he rested
as the fallen angels were in his sight.
Whence all angel's were together
Serving their mighty God.
Now separated by good and evil
By free will the hellion hadst lost.
Their spaceships were ablazed
And their crown's they wore as king's.
Their wing's we're ivory crystalline
And their thunderous aura like electricity didst ring...
A trace of cherub dust they left behind in the sky
Telepathically knowing, today their wing's shalt fly...
Chorus-
Chariot's roll
Chariot's play
Seraphim riders, in the sky.......
Their countenance unearhtly, their eye's lit
Their batas all drenched by unseen blood.
Their flying hard to get those hellion
But they've lost one of their ship's.
Because it's their duty, to protect the all powerful God
They sweep by force in by million's, with lightning bolts as Rod's.
As the chariot Master's swept by the ghouls
The ghoulies calleth out their names,
The serpahim said to the ghoulies
Go back to hell from whence thou came.
And hellion its to late to changeth thy ways, thou made a bad choice..... So the Hellion's retreated, back to their doom of fiery noise....
Chorus-
Chariot's roll
Chariot's play
Seraphim rider's in the sky,
Serpahim rider's in the sky
Serpahim rider's in the sky......
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a miracle occurs,
Like a shooting star or a raindrop falling on the icy lake,
Or a baby being born.
John James enters the world to explore the brand new sights,
From the comfort of his mothers womb to a world of calm,
Of love and peace,
His life, I hope, will be one filled with joy and cheer,
And the necessary feeling of knowing his family is near,
And as the wind changes and the seasons come and go,
I know that John James changeth, you'll see just how he grows.
You'll watch upon in wonder as he utters his first word,
Like the blind man who rejoiced at the sight of the mockingbird,
You'll watch upon in awe as, slowly, step by step he takes,
And the pleasure you will feel each morning that he wakes,
In a time where life can be so cruel and rushed,
Nothing silences the passion, this flame just can't be hushed.
Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a baby can be born,
And like the river finds it way, John James has found your heart,
For, in that heart, like a locket on a pendant, he will forevermore stay.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
.. Awake oh world..awake 2015.. This is not a dream, a public announcement!!An endorsement of fiery destruction will reign upon earthly cities. A crossing of no pity. For twas predicted long ago...
Thy lands will be cleansed as snow. Howl and moan/ for trees will be scorched a twist! Thy eye sockets wilt be ripped and headache wilt be a molehill for thou!!!
Banks wilst crumble, babies shalt mumble as in Noah's day!!!what's wrong? No loving songs, to the devil you'll make a parade!!!!
Thou clown of display, skies will grey and stars shalt be fiercesome and almighty as thy green greedied dollar!!!
Here's thy collar, oh don't forget thy new world chip, for all younger days and innocence you'll wish thou couldst return!!!! Return to thy own dust oh man!!!for its lives thou took, now thy life to be given!!! No feast of thanksgiving! Can't thou read the scribes writing?
Blind thou hath been for over 2000 years, stack thy gold corrupted by moss in thy underground cellar!!!fighter, yeller!
Cop brutality shalt get much worse! Violence will between thou sister and brother! Canst thou not changeth thine own way? Mummified curse indeed! Pigfeed you've become to ones who blow the horns! Watch out/move.....don't get burned!!!!volcanic destruction will match quakes to rattle thy mortars, for climatic borders will be bound by new order charisma!!!!hope!!hope!!the crowd yells to their thorned crown king!!!2015 the year of the blood moon! The year of thine own final sting!!!!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a miracle occurs,
Like a shooting star or a raindrop falling on the icy lake,
Or a baby being born.
Spencer enters the world to explore the brand new sights,
From the comfort of his mothers womb to a world of calm,
Of love and peace,
His life, I hope, will be one filled with joy and cheer,
And the necessary feeling of knowing his family is near,
And as the wind changes and the seasons come and go,
I know that Spencer changeth, You'll see just how he grows.
You'll watch upon in wonder as he utters his first word,
Like the blind man who rejoiced at the sight of the mockingbird,
You'll watch upon in awe as, slowly, step by step he takes,
And the pleasure you will feel each morning that he wakes,
In a time where life can be so cruel and rushed,
Nothing silences the passion, this flame just can't be hushed.
Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a baby can be born,
And like the river finds it way, dear Spencer will find your heart,
And locked like a locket on a pendant he will forevermore stay.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 5:11 AM UTC
Nature is beautiful,
Nature is awesome
Nature is wonderful
and has no comparison
Nature is permanent
and can not be altered
Nature is good and has
No Rival
Nature says
I will never fail
nor forsake you,
Nature has no regret
nor issues relating to controversies
Nature says I am the same
I changeth not
Oh Beautiful Nature
How I want
To
Be your friend
Forever.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
What is this lodging and people strangeth
Yond walketh but never see
Looking as the screen doest changeth
Laughing with mirth and glee
And roaring beasts runneth up the roads
Like dragons with hurtling and smoke
Gigantic monsters with heavy loads
May runneth down honest folk
Just to returneth to calmer times
Would maketh mine own journey pleasant
I feeleth yond hither I'm out of rhymes
I'm nay more than a peasant
Taketh me back to times more sane
The fifteen nineties art for me
I cannot writeth, nor bethink, nor remain
In twenty twenty three
Jan 19, 2023
Jan 19, 2023 at 3:06 PM UTC
Bennus crossing- by me... Awake oh world..awake 2015.. This is not a dream, a public announcement!!
An endorsement of fiery destruction will reign upon earhtly cities. A crossing of no pity. For twas predicted long ago...
Thy lands will be cleansed as snow. Howl and moan/ for trees will be scorched a twist! Thy eye sockets wilt be ripped and headache wilt be a molehill for thou!!!
Banks wilst crumble, babies shalt mumble as in Noah's day!!!what's wrong? No loving songs, to the devil you'll make a parade!!!!
You clown of display, skies will grey and stars shalt be fiercesome and almighty as thy green greedied dollar!!!
Here's thy collar, oh don't forget thy new world chip, for all younger days and innocence you'll wish thou couldst return!!!! Return to thy own dust oh man!!!for its lives thou took, now thy life to be given!!! No feast of thanksgiving! Can't thou read the scribes writing?
Blind thou hath been for over 2000 years, stack thy gold corrupted by moss in thy underground cellar!!!fighter, yeller!
Cop brutality shalt get much worse! Violence will between thou sister and brother! Can thou not changeth thine own way? Mummified curse indeed! Pigfeed you've become to ones who blow the horns! Watch out/move.....don't get burned!!!!volcanic destruction will match quakes to rattle thy mortars, for climatic borders will be bound by new order charisma!!!!hope!!hope!!the crowd yells to their thorned crown king!!!2015 the year of the blood moon! The year of thine own final sting!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
We’ll Write a New Idyll This Year
The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfils himself in many ways
-Idylls of the King, “The Passing of Arthur,” 8-9
Janus faces both ways, and so do we
A last, lingering look at the year that was
And then a turn to the year we must meet
Marching to it through Janus Pater’s doors
We will most remember about the past
Our friends whose pilgrimages came to their ends
We joy in the remembrance of their happiness
Their stories and songs, their unfailing kindness
Janus faces both ways, and so do we;
But now our friends, our happy friends, they see
Light
And the new sun rose bringing the new year
-Idylls, “The Passing of Arthur,” 469
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 8:04 AM UTC
Beloved, doth thou hideth secretly in the shadow's?
In the dim, in depression's battle?
Screaming aloft for just something real?
Wanting one for thee to feeleth?
For one to thee to appealeth?
And just giveth thee a phone call or two?
One so true,
Doth thou covereth thine lesion's?
Doth thou changeth in the season's? As winter get's more lonely.
Hidden one, as me doth thou seeith the phonies?
Doth thou just heareth words of matrimony?
Yet none to be ever given!
Lass on amare lane,
As me is thine arm's open?
To not be held the same?
Darling of ocean mountain source
Wherein is thy water's taste and thirst?
That I shalt be complete from.......
Wherein art thou?
Hidden one....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry....
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Rejoice in thy LORD Always. Again I will say, Rejoice.! Let thy Gentleness be Known to All Kind. The LORD Is at Hand. Be Anxious for Nothing, but in Everything by Prayer and Supplication, with Thanksgiving, let thy Requests be made known to GOD:: And thy Peace Of GOD, which Surpasses All Understanding, will guard your Hearts and Minds through Christ Jesus... Finally, brethren, whatever things are True, whatever things are Noble, whatever things are Just, whatever things are Pure, whatever things are Lovely, whatever things are of Good Report, if there is any Virtue and if there is Anything Praiseworthy- Meditate on these tthings.. The things which thee learned and Receieved and Heard and Saw in Me, these do, and the GOD Of Peace will be with Thee.. But I Rejoiced in thy LORD Greatly that now at last thy Care for me has Flourished again; though thy surely did Care, but thy Lacked Oppprtunity. Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever State I am, to be Content.! I know how to be Abased, and I know how to Abound. Everyhwere and in all things I have learned both to be Full and to be Hungry, both to Abound and to Suffer Need... I Can Do All Things Through Christ who Strengthens Me..... Nevertheless, thy have done Well that thy shared in my Distress.. Our GOD Changeth Not... GOD Remain Our Strength.. GOD Is Love.. GOD With Us.!!!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
To its own hurt
it sweareth--
love--
and changeth
not.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Graveside Service on a Blustery Day
“The old order changeth, yielding place to new”
-Tennyson, Idylls of the King
The widower assisted to his place
Mourners in unaccustomed dresses and suits
A bible, leaflets fluttering in the wind
And gangly teens unsure what they should do
February clouds roiling and boiling
Even the officiant’s words are blown away
Prayers lifted into silence by the wind
They may have fallen by the gravediggers’ tractor
Or were blown through the leaning chain-link fence
Into the deeply darkening Grendel-woods
But still – in back –
a boy and a girl shyly touch hands
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC
Down into the alley
Wherein the fatal and despairing art found
Cheapened wine broken
Syringes decorating the ground...
And the juice from those syringes
Cometh by the pound...
Down on old cherry street
And Jefferson avenue....
Wherein the junkie's shooteth up quick
And fast deals cometh by spit,
In a place of demon's and fools!!!!
Downtown in the juncture of thing's
Art the rappers, hip-hoppers, dope boy's of the sling.....
Many gangs to ruin
Many false lovers to fail.
They taketh life by the gun
Payeth no taxes, but the jail's...
Lost to the world
Wordly indeed ...
Mother's missing her child
25 to life, to sixteen.....
As the cop's art just like those villain's
Doing unnatural thing's.....
Buying bags themselves
Sell it for a profitable dream.....
Everyone's out to **** one
Everyone's out for the take
Whilst the murderer's ****
The paper speaketh of everyday ****
No country to them,
Their city delight's......
Loud music they implore
On dark summer nights...
Wilt they smile today at thee?
Or greet thou with a ****
Whilst they filleth thee with ****** connections
To give thee a thrill?
This is metropolitan living's
Wherein all doth fail....
Hold thy signs up and protest
Thou just maketh thy own hell....
For if there is no change in thine own heart's
How canst thou changeth others? Thou art a world apart......
So maketh connection to God,
And throw away thy past....
Later wilt cometh
And thy death bed shalt last...
So loveth thy neighbor
Forgiveth thy last...
And look into the mirror in front of thee....
For the mirror is them,
For the mirror is thee that thou seeith...
If thou seeketh change
Thou must find it in thine soul......
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Advent – a Gift of Becoming
“The old order changeth, yielding place to new”
-“The Coming of Arthur” and “The Passing of Arthur”
in Idylls of the King
There is much to be said for Ordinary Time
Its very ordinariness is kind to us
The daily hours that end with the Vespers chime
Free of formation and pageantry
But Advent comes as part of the dance
Of seasons wheeling through the universe
And we must shift our thoughts back into time
In anticipation of the Nativity
In solitary splendor a wonderful Star
Gives us light for our pilgrimage renewed
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 8:09 AM UTC
"The old order changeth, yielding place to new” 1
On that cold night Sir Bedivere looked long
Into the dawnlight where three Queens gold-crowned 2
With Arthur passed at last into the West
And the sun rose, but not upon the King
Then in the silence of the raw new year
A masterless knight turned unto the hills
And after wanderings there took the cowl
And among new faces told the beads of worlds
For us – our old year too is someone’s new
With quiet grace and faith we pass from view
1 This line appears both in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur” in Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, framing the arcing narrative.
2 The three Queens, too, appear in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur.” They are perhaps symbols of faith, hope, and charity from 1 Corinthians.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC