"cruse" poems
When Hagar found the bottle spent
And wept o'er Ishmael,
A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.
Should not Elijah's cake and cruse
Convince us at this day,
A gracious God will not refuse
Provisions by the way?
His saints and servants shall be fed,
The promise is secure;
"Bread shall be given them," as He said,
"Their water shall be sure."
Repasts far richer they shall prove,
Than all earth's dainties are;
'Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love,
Though in the meanest fare.
To Jesus then your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;
While you are poor and He is King,
You shall not be forgot.
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Daydreamer, realities a drag
Live in your mind
Happiness in a bag
Why live in real life
When you got your stories?
You’ve got an easy way
To escape all your worries
Daydreamer, you go with the flow
Daydreamer, you dodge every blow
With your head in the clouds
You got nothing figured out
But hey, that’s ok
No need to be so stout!
As you fly with the birds
And cruse in the sky
Your lost among clouds
High as a kite
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
I've never been to China
I almost went to France,
I missed a flight to Russia once
I only missed by chance
Rome's intoxicating
The air there is sublime
But, I've never been there either
I just didn't have the time
I missed a train to Scotland
Bypassed Wales, and well Why Not?
There's nothing there in Cardiff
Other countries haven't got
I thought about the islands
Bui I do not like the sun
So I thought about a cruse ship
Still, I've never been on one
Alaska, has the mountains
forests wide and big brown bears
But as you can imagine
I've also not been there
I thought about Hawaii
but I never made that trip
I thought about the hula
And I thought I'd hurt my hip
I booked a flight to Cairo
Never went as you could guess
Saw a story on the news one day
And Jesus, what a mess
The pyramids had scaffolding
The place was full of sand
So I stayed home and watched telly
And then that trip was canned
I've never been to Ireland
or Cuba or Ceylon
And at the rate I'm going
It won't be long before their gone
I've thought about the Norway fjords
and lovely Swedish parks
but I've heard that all their fjords are filled
With big man eating sjarks!
I've never been most anyplace
I ever set to go
I'm not sure why I stayed here
I really do not know
Next week I have a trip planned
I'm not going to Spain
And then a fortnight after
I'm not going again!
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
(footnote)
2100 years ago a band of Jews defeated the Greek army
And drove them off their land, reclaiming the holy temple
In Jerusalem and rededicating it to the service of god.
when they sought to light the temples menorah
They found only a single cruse of olive oil that
escaped contamination by the Greeks.
Miraculously the one day supply lasted eight days.
The sages instituted the festival of Chanukah
To publicize these miracles.
The Dreidel which is a four sided top with a
Hebrew letter on each side which means
“ a great miracle happened here”
was used later on in the years to give thanks to god
Without the enemy knowing that they were praying.
Chanukah, the Jewish festival of rededication, also known as the festival of lights, is an eight day festival beginning on the 25th day of the Jewish month of Kislev.
Chanukah is probably one of the best known Jewish holidays, not because of any great religious significance, but because of its proximity to Christmas. Many non-Jews (and even many assimilated Jews!) think of this holiday as the Jewish Christmas, adopting many of the Christmas customs, such as elaborate gift-giving and decoration. It is bitterly ironic that this holiday, which has its roots in a revolution against assimilation and suppression of Jewish religion, has become the most assimilated, secular holiday on our calendar.
Christmas and Chanukah are known world wide
But these two faiths do not collide.
They walk hand in hand
For they came out of the promised land.
You see : the son of god was born a Jew
The Romans felt this was taboo.
No other religion could exist
This was controlled by the Romans fist.
JESUS preached in synagogues throughout the lands
Something that the Romans did withstand.
His own people wanted his death
But little did they know
That with this- a new faith would grow.
The cross on which he died became a symbol
Of Christianity, and that’s the way
God meant it to be.
Chanukah is eight days of giving while the Christian
Holiday is just one day ,but during these
holidays we all kneel and pray.
We give GOD thanks for all the beauties of the earth
And for family and friends, and it is something
That will never end.
As long as man holds a belief in their hearts
And faith,-then all will be overcome and
Let GODS will be done.
© L . RAMS
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 12:17 PM UTC
Charity is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Your simple act of selflessness
Cannot be reduced.
Kindness is never wasted,
Even when refused;
To think we think of others first
Cannot be diffused.
Courtesy is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Shake a hand, open a door,
Say Please and Thank You.
Patience is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Bide your time contentedly
Dealing with the obtuse.
Faith is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Believe in what cannot be proved
Even if confused.
Hope is never wasted,
Even when refused;
It gives the taste of fine red wine
Brimming o'er the cruse.
Hate is never wasted,
I know you feel abused;
It's just a tact under attack
That haters like to use.
Love is never wasted,
Even when refused;
It's educed, then enfused,
And spreads as it accrues.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
I see them still,
From time to time,
Their goofy smiles,
Their laughing eyes.
Still hear their *******
Their growled complaints,
Their farts in the night,
from five bunks down.
The relentless joke telling,
The brotherly jabs.
Still see their sad empty eyes
When no mail from home arrives.
Oh and the lists of things
That they would do,
When back they'd go,
Into the World,
Added to daily, always growing.
Get that new Camaro,
"Set them tires on fire!",
Cruse the strip back home
and pick up chicks.
Put on their Class A,
And strut down the block.
Find that foxy girl from English class,
And make her his wife.
Tell his old man,
to actually **** Off!"
We were but boys,
Too eager and green,
Posturing and playing at being men.
What I wonder, would they have become,
Given the chance to grow to a man?
Young lives cut short by ballistic pain.
So now still they linger, boys they remain,
Night visions left in the mud and the rain.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
(footnote)
2100 years ago a band of Jews defeated the Greek army
And drove them off their land, reclaiming the holy temple
In Jerusalem and rededicating it to the service of god.
when they sought to light the temples menorah
They found only a single cruse of olive oil that
escaped contamination by the Greeks.
Miraculously the one day supply lasted eight days.
The sages instituted the festival of Chanukah
To publicize these miracles.
The Dreidel which is a four sided top with a
Hebrew letter on each side which means
“ a great miracle happened here”
was used later on in the years to give thanks to god
Without the enemy knowing that they were praying.
Chanukah, the Jewish festival of rededication, also known as the festival of lights, is an eight day festival beginning on the 25th day of the Jewish month of Kislev.
Chanukah is probably one of the best known Jewish holidays, not because of any great religious significance, but because of its proximity to Christmas. Many non-Jews (and even many assimilated Jews!) think of this holiday as the Jewish Christmas, adopting many of the Christmas customs, such as elaborate gift-giving and decoration. It is bitterly ironic that this holiday, which has its roots in a revolution against assimilation and suppression of Jewish religion, has become the most assimilated, secular holiday on our calendar.
Christmas and Chanukah are known world wide
But these two faiths do not collide.
They walk hand in hand
For they came out of the promised land.
You see: the son of god was born a Jew
The Romans felt this was taboo.
No other religion could exist
This was controlled by the Romans fist.
JESUS preached in synagogues throughout the lands
Something that the Romans did withstand.
His own people wanted his death
But little did they know
That with this- a new faith would grow.
The cross on which he died became a symbol
Of Christianity, and that’s the way
God meant it to be.
Chanukah is eight days of giving while the Christian
Holiday is just one day, but during these
holidays we all kneel and pray.
We give GOD thanks for all the beauties of the earth
And for family and friends, and it is something
That will never end.
As long as man holds a belief in their hearts
And faith, -then all will be overcome and
Let GODS will be done.
louis rams
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
I see them still,
From time to time,
Their goofy smiles,
Their laughing eyes.
Still hear their *******
Their growled complaints,
Their farts in the night,
from five bunks down.
The relentless joke telling,
The brotherly jabs.
Still see their sad empty eyes
When no mail from home arrives.
Oh and the lists of things
That they would do,
When back they'd go,
Into the World,
Added to daily, always growing.
Get that new Camaro,
"Set them tires on fire!",
Cruse the strip back home
and pick up chicks.
Put on their Class A,
And strut down the block.
Find that foxy girl from English class,
And make her his wife.
Tell his old man,
to actually **** Off!"
We were but boys,
Too eager and green,
Posturing and playing at being men.
What I wonder, would they have become,
Given the chance to grow to a man?
Young lives cut short by ballistic pain.
So now still they linger, boys they remain,
Night visions left in the mud and the rain.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
As I open the rusted - thumb folded pages of your tales,
burdened with grief of your passing and stories that fail.
Oceans' might is the witness of your altruism ,
you've bent sky and straighten tentacles beyond reasons.
Known you since you were a mermaid and little,
until the curse turned you into black-ink celestial.
Holding kings pride; leaving Kingdom and passing Eric's heart to Ariel,
crowing yourself as the villain despite being the ocean's pearl.
Land only remembers the voice you burgled from Red,
Diluted in water; Fight for Triton's Life - a battle unsaid;
Lost father’s acceptance, Eric's love, and Vanessa's legs to run -
A cruse from Triton only Eric's kiss could have undone.
Oh Ursula, you forgot, Magic comes with a price,
you lost your tail and the throne for your sacrifice.
You raised him from dead, got him life,
destroying yours and the mirror's sight.
I wish I was there to rewrite it differently
but, I am only a freckle in someone’s imagination’s epiphany.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
As my life gets so complex, I slowly massage my neck. I scratch my head knowing I’m truly dead. I can't begin to express my loneliness. I can sit here in my room contemplating my doom. This cloud of gloom won't pass me by. Alas, I don't know why.
You were a last reach at humanity. I guessed at the decision and got such a calamity. All I wanted was a friend. Instead I lost all hope in the end of sanity.
As I felt my head leave my neck, you bagged my air and said what the heck; you tried your best, a feeble attempt, at a molesting order. I said look over your shoulder, a sky so blue and clear it removed the tears from my eyes as I said goodbye.
You so coldly left my body in such a disarrayed exposed to all on that horrible day. In the back seat of a car, white in color, I always knew it would be a brother. One with no sense of others only a frustration unto himself his impotency and broken mind has caused my death before it's time.
There is only one thing left to do as I cruse toward the judgment land. I'll ask god to forgive you. As you walk this life, just remember your fall from grace and try to make a vow to always protect instead of kill, To hold dear and get out of your own way make it clear you were to let go and to stay clear.
To learn and live, find another, begin again. Just remember your vow remains till time will end. Your death could be eternal over and over again. Through the non ending flames of his judgment, fear lives long, but forgiveness wins.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 4:53 AM UTC
Image of what we see
who is there
who is not
spiritual way to see
is the sense of the being
air is crisp
cold breeze come by
is there someone there
do we know who is there
answer is within us
only those
who can understand
the life of spirits of their own
souls
walk about
not knowing who they are
Image of a glow
can we see him
who would it be
he stand in the light
beauty is there to see
reflection of ourselves is knowing
what is haunting us
ghost wonders as spirits arise
no one cannot see the image
it's the one we feel
lost in the world
gone missing
where are they are
land to land
they lay in row on the grounds
people not barred
tears come out in photograph
for those
who took the picture's of reality
for us to see
Image of what we see
war
bombs
cry's
tears
screams
one by one
or
all standing in the line
to be shot and ****
why does this happen in today's
world
not matter how we all are
our hopes of spirits
we do not know
when it will happen to us
tears flow by children
where are their parents
shot killed
see the blood flow like a river
Image of what we see
is the fear
for us all
it could happen to us
but when
but look up
image is there by the Lord
we Pray and we Pray on
we speak
we see
we cannot explain
thousands and thousands
die
for no reason
purpose is from whom
the hate of
crime
no matter what is out there
Image is clear and loud
to what we see
credulity in the world will never stop
it's a life on going pain
what we see and get
no one says anything
but do they in secret of their own
we are meant to live and survive
we are meant to die and survive
we are meant not to understand
why we are in hell or in the heavens
of the
Lord
we can only do so much
we start over and over
life is that way to view the image
it is sad to see
but in our own way
we see through our mind
hate anger frustration confuse cruelty
nonsense be-trail of insentience
of
people
get caught in the middle
view the image is watching reading
the news
what our world is going to
Lord we ask to watch over us
we know
Lord you can only do so much
we are here for the reason to challenge ourselves
to give a hand to a hand
to help no matter what
we are humans
we are the being to look after each one us
knowing the facts children are scarred
in many worlds
to have the comforts of a home
seeing the image
a child does not forget
seeing the view and images
of their
parents shot dead in the line of duty
for they have no reason
to understand
crime took away
the hope and the loving of their
natural parents
they can erase
what they see and what is going on
Image of What we See
is the reflection of many
who cruse the evil way
of
hate destroy the life style
of humans
who do not deserve to be
shot and killed
for what purpose
to believe in their own way
of life to live by
children are the future yet
Image's that they see
a memory
that won't erase
Image of What we See
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
cruse la frontera
Cruse el mar
Contra las tormentas
Todo para tu mirar
No mi pararon las balas de un güero
Por tu amor mi converti en tu Guerrero
Cruse la frontera por ti mi Mexicana
Para que vivemos juntos en nuestra
Casablanca
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 2:32 AM UTC
Lying in bed, I shift my vehicle
into new day. A day that is blessed
by rising sun.
Feet become wheels, spinning in dance gracefully.
Skin is cleansed in carwash-like shower
that tickles to birth smile.
Moments captured in suns rays vibrate,
as gyrating beams flicker
and penetrate cells.
Air infused intentions
rise in thoughts expanding
to merge with gas-like breath.
Blessings surface, as guidance
from navigational system of heart
purrs, gracefully.
Brum, *** echoes,
merging with days landscape,
as dance commences.
Brum, *** fills air
as compassion toward others
becomes goal.
In instant, hands folded
on steering wheel of prayer
anchor, as gratitude fills thoughts.
As wind pervades senses
and birds sing on welcome mat
of ears woven by hair.
The day has begun in celebration,
while cruse controlled movements
connect to surroundings.
While alignment is made
to source as freedom bell rings
inside waking hours.
I’m blessed, ready to shift gears
inside unlimited possibilities
on highway of life.
Blessed to rondevu with light
for peace, while fuel of love energies
congeal with purpose.
Purpose to make the best
of the gift of life given
in a vehicle anointed by God.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
What the ****
Am I to do
When everything
Comes back to you?
You leave me beaten
Like you do
Always my heart aching
Black and blue
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
I AM,
a chauffeur for words and poems
that expand on page.
My poetic license never expires.
My road is heart of a divine journey
that echoes as inks gas moves.
Sometimes my words crash upon page to release pain.
Other times they glide like a bird in flight.
I AM,
a creator inside the matrex of self
scribing upon road of words,
that expands consciousness.
My gifts I share with grace,
to offer blessings.
Sometimes they vibrate at a red light
to make one pause to ponder.
Other times they drift, as if in cruse control under creative rays.
I AM,
a driver of my own destiny,
as poems I create
inside the gift of day.
Inside a moment where my vehicle is sacred
and peace is mine.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC