"enoch" poems
The Land of Nod (Hebrew: ארץ נוד, eretz-Nod)
is a place mentioned in the Book of Genesis
of the Hebrew Bible, located "on the east of Eden"
(qidmat-‘Eden), where Cain was exiled
by God after Cain had murdered his brother Abel;
According to Genesis 4:16:
_And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD,
and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden._
(וַיֵּ֥צֵא קַ֖יִן מִלִּפְנֵ֣י יְהוָ֑ה וַיֵּ֥שֶׁב בְּאֶֽרֶץ־נֹ֖וד קִדְמַת־עֵֽדֶן)
"Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod is usually taken to mean
that one takes up a wandering life. Genesis 4:17
relates that after arriving in the Land of Nod,
Cain's wife bore him a son, _Enoch_,
in whose name he built the first city;
"Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod can mean to live
a wandering life; Gesenius defines (נוּד) as follows:
_TO BE MOVED, TO BE AGITATED_
(Arab. ناد Med. Waw id.), used of a reed
shaken by the wind, 1Ki.14:15; hence to wander,
to be a fugitive, Jer. 4:1; Gen. 4:12, 14; Ps.56:9;
to flee, Ps. 11:1; Jer. 49:30. Figuratively, Isa. 17:11,
נֵד קָצִיר "the harvest has fled" ["but see נֵד ,"
which some take in this place as the subst.]
Much as Cain's name is connected
to the verb meaning "to get" in Genesis 4:1,
the name "Nod" closely resembles the word
"nad" (נָ֖ד), usually translated as "vagabond",
in Genesis 4:12. (In the Septuagint's rendering
of the same verse, God curses Cain
to τρέμων, "trembling")
A Greek version of Nod written as Ναίν
appearing in the _Onomastica Vaticana_
possibly derives from the plural נחים,
which relates to resting and sleeping;
This derivation, coincidentally or not,
connects with the English pun on "nod";
Josephus wrote in Antiquities of the Jews
(c. AD 93) that Cain continued his wickedness
in Nod: resorting to violence and robbery;
establishing weights and measures;
transforming human culture from innocence
into craftiness and deceit; establishing
property lines; and building a fortified city;
Nod is said to be outside of the presence
or face of God: Origen defined Nod
as the land of trembling and wrote
that it symbolized the condition of all
who forsake God; Early commentators
treated it as the opposite of Eden
(worse still than the land of exile
for the rest of humanity); In the English tradition
Nod was sometimes described as a desert
inhabited only by ferocious beasts or monsters;
Others interpreted Nod as dark or even
underground—away from the face of God—
Augustine described unconverted Jews as
dwellers in the land of Nod, which he defined
as commotion and "carnal disquietude"
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
Somewhither, we wilt meet,
Whether afore mine
Ending; maybe in the
Hereafter's passage,
gramercy to god,
babes once again
Reborn in the
Perfection of
Love-
None struggling to
Survive, nor push
And shove; we'll
Be happy to gaze
At the exquisite
shimmer's. Ourn
Thought's wilt
Burst of unearthly
Features. With un-
Earthly teacher's we'll
Meet along the way,
Abraham, Issac and
Jacob; Paul, Daniel,
Ezekiel to. Enoch to
Sit the riverbanks of
Life, whilst the seraph's
Sway to ancient live tunes.
None mockery of yeshua
Christ, inside this holy
Place- many mock him now,
And the Prophet's yell loud,
Though many shut their ear's,
As their fear's they eat on
Dog's puked up plates.
I sayest lift up thy voices
Oracle's, prophesy to the
End's of the gates, the time
Is now, the day of salvation
Is today. Jane, ourn lord
Wilt call, with Gabriel's horn to
Be the precursor; of mankind's
Fate. A heavenly date it shalt be.
O' a heavenly date;
2016.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Prophetic poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi-mou)
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch
After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was, er ... Percival Queemly.)
“Expel me! Expel me!”—She flashes her eyes.
“Oh! Please! No! I couldn’t! That wouldn’t be wise,
for a great banished Shelley would tarnish my name ...
Eek! My game will be lame if I can’t milque your fame!”
“Continue to live here—carouse as you please!”
the beleaguered don sighs as he sags to his knees.
Millay grinds her crotch half an inch from his nose:
“I can live in your hellhole, strange man, I suppose ...
but the price is your firstborn, whom I’ll sacrifice to Moloch.”
(Which explains what became of pale Percy’s son, Enoch.)
Originally published by Lucid Rhythms. This poem is based on an account of Edna St. Vincent Millay being confronted by a male Vassar authority about her rogue behavior. However, there is a some poetic license involved, for the sake of humor. It was actually Vassar President Henry Noble MacCracken who mentioned Shelley. Here is his account in a response to a question about Millay cutting classes: "She cut everything. I once called her in and told her, 'I want you to know that you couldn't break any rule that would make me vote for your expulsion. I don't want to have any dead Shelleys on my doorstep, and I don't care what you do.' She went to the window and looked out and she said, 'Well on those terms I think I can continue to live in this hellhole.'" The stuff about Enoch and Moloch is, of course, pure fabrication on my part.
Keywords/Tags: Millay, dead, Shelley, Vassar, dorm, hellhole, drinking, partying, *** cutting classes
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
Wander from Argyle Street towards the pyramid shaped monolith
past the oddly named Benny Hamish - Sicilian Couture Tailors -
through the automatic glass doors of persuasion
up the revolving stairs of many stairs
sail by the portly security guard
(who looks like he'd be out of breath after a 10 yard dash)
along the imitation marble airstrip
passed neon facades and signs for proactive self indulgence
toward the carousel of smoked-mirror lifts
that take the well heeled to their desired destinations
without having to worry about their Chanel leather clutch bag
and newly purchased Christian Louboutin shoes
and I sit people watching,
writing this poem on a borrowed napkin
with a discarded betting shop pen
amid a horde of timid stomachs and twitching wallets
faced with a thousand fast food offerings
and gaudy coloured tables and chairs
littered in the remnants of repugnant non-ecological eateries
and Styrofoam cups and re-composite cutlery
under Noah's grotesquely beautiful steel ark
lined in industrial tubing and chrysalis shaped netting
and giant Art Deco toothbrushes
and 30 foot wiggly mirrors
and stretched rhombus sails
acting as a blanket barrier
to the blue skies and arched sun of the outside world
somewhere between
KFC and Burger King.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Rubber soled trainers broke the brick
Like the boom of the people tether the streets
Tight strapped caps wander and roam
Strolling the daylight for a place of their own
Screeching and whirring filling the room
Monoxide smog frogs that cling to their moulds
We the people; hardened in soul
A splash in the distance tearing a hole
Enoch and Edna turn in their grave
Darkened cobble flattened; all glazed
Mirrors and cladding click into place
A village that weeps, constant refined
Express the formidable now done and alone
Never your own
EST marks the alleys; so nuanced, so cool
If you knew the truth; that's a tenner!
You fool
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
These grumblers,
Enoch said,
Walk in their own desires,
Arrogant flatterers
Taking advantage of others,
Attempting to divide the family of God
Because they do not believe,
Because they do not have the Spirit.
But you, the Body of Christ,
The Family of God,
Continue to build in holy faith,
Praying in the Spirit,
Keeping in the love of God,
Expecting the mercy of the Lord,
Jesus Christ,
Who gives us eternal life.
Have mercy on doubters;
Save others by snatching them
From the licking flames of Hell.
Fearing for others,
Have mercy for them,
Without allowing yourselves
To be made filthy,
Keeping yourselves
From being drawn into
Their addictions and their sins.
Glory, Majesty, Power, Authority
Are HIS forever:
Before time began:
Past, Present, Future,
And He is the only One able
To protect you from falling,
To provide you legs to stand
In His Glorious Presence.
He is the only One who makes
You blameless,
Who fills you with joy,
Who is able to save you
Through His Son,
Jesus Christ,
Our only Lord,
Now and Forever.
Amen.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
O! sweet Angel;
cherub; seraph; beautiful nymph,
cradle the night in
delicate French hands,
bend it to match your invisible
words, your intangible sentences.
You have the most beautiful face
in Europe, did you know that?
The eyes, vacant and holy;
the mouth, tender and rose-shaped;
the nose, delicate like veneer;
the twilight black and white
plays off the intelligence
in your face
and howls out mad words,
brilliant words, works
of art.
We are a breed
trapped in your silken
and desolate stare,
forever to study you and
scrutinize you, your fiendish ways,
your rambunctious poetries--
your poetries are published
in Heaven, did you know that?
They are made of glass and I am
afraid that my hands may
crush them when
I bring my fingers across
newly-printed pages.
My own poetries are so *******
demonic; Enoch smiles
in the land of the dead and
prepares them for printing.
My own nature is so bland,
so ritualistic, so uninteresting;
I am not a ***
I am not a rebel,
I am not a drug fiend;
I am a student
playing at being an anarchist.
But your lice-infested sheets
are gone and burned.
Your lover's hand,
now decayed beneath the French earth.
The ***** dens of Paris,
the absinthe dens of Paris,
seem to be gone.
You would not enjoy it here
anymore.
I hope I find you in Heaven,
for you have the most angelic
face in Heaven--
the clouds pale next to you,
the cherubs with their trumpets
turn away and weep.
I hope I find you in Heaven,
for we have a lot to teach
one another.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Upon many days of silent pages I set forth on a journey.
I followed the river behind my house until I came to a lovely delta.
It was littered with papyrus plants of a myriad of lengths.
I stepped into the silt on the banks, so cold and soft.
I wanted to wash away this wall of black silence.
Its strange that such words could bring me such solace,
But their silence would only cause me anguish.
As i stepped back onto the opposite shore, I had arrived.
My goal was the piano that I had left here long ago.
Rough and nicked, it had long been left to the elements.
I sat upon the withered bench among the papyrus.
I began to play, playing to break the silence.
On sweet rigid keys I played notes of bizarre power.
It was out of tune from its long excursion in nature,
But that didn't mater. The notes held their own.
The strange sounds matched my strange writes.
With these notes that danced and evoked such might,
I hoped to speak of the things I could not write.
It was power beyond will and might beyond majesty.
These thoughts and sounds would make Enoch proud.
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
Enoch, prophet of the Living God,
Enoch, walker with God,
Seven generations from Adam,
Prophesied,
"The Lord,
With thousands of holy ones,
Came executing judgment.
"All unjust and ungodly ones
Whose unjustified castigations
Against God Himself
Have reached His ears
Stand now in judgment."
Their motives are exposed;
Their grumbling arrogance,
Their cavilling fault-finding
No longer hide
Their flattering lies,
Their avaricious lusts.
They are exposed.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Most ministers ignore Enoch’s story because they’re still with us!
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
The country is in limbo
While the rulers stand with hands akimbo
And many citizens are confused like bingo.
There's need for we citizens to make hay
Now it's day
So we can have a say
And live not in dismay.
Today, in our nation
It seems corruption
Is now the option.
We must take an action
To stop this stagnation
From messing up our civilization.
Can someone lead us in a direction
that can get our nation
Out of this cloudy confusion?
From my observation
Many are in frustration
And have taken the situation
As their final conclusion.
I make a confession
That I see a counter motion
That will shatter the ugly configuration
And lead us into positive progression
In this nation
Can you do same visualization
And make positive confession
So that with inspiration, aspiration and perspiration
We redeem the image and glory of this nation?
© Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
Enoch hurried to the gate
To walk with God one sun up;
That very day the walk of friends
Was born.
A young man still at 65,
In Enoch, something changed
The day the walks began...
A hundred years
Then two
Then three...
The daily walk and deepening talk
And friendship grew.
Who knows the subject of their talks?
What were the words a man could say
To occupy so long a time with God?
Over years, the conversation changed:
"Good Morning, God," and
"How are you?"
Formal and polite perhaps,
As new friends do,
But worthwhile conversation
changed and deeper grew.
One day the walk was long,
And late it grew.
"I'd best be getting home,"
Old Enoch said.
The Lord looked back and then ahead;
"It's closer now to take you on
With me," He said.
Old Enoch smiled, and arm in arm
Walked Home with God.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
Enoch was a dynamic soul
who truly sought God’s heart;
as a result of revelation knowledge
being imparted unto him,
God plucked him from the earth
so that he was “no more.”
Since Jehovah is no respecter of persons
and there is “nothing new under the sun”,
then why do we know only of a single individual
who was transported to heaven in the same manner
without experiencing an earthly demise?
How many “other” Enochs were there
whose names are unknown?
Did Enoch’s life story inspire God
to put His Word into print
with the intention of history repeating itself?
Why do ministers neglect Enoch’s story?
Perhaps by contrast it would reflect
poorly on themselves,
seeing they are still with us.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2009, All rights reserved.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
There is nothing left for me here,
no job, school nor mother
no place of my own.
This town of my birth,
can no longer be home.
I learned all I could,
Now I **** moan and groan.
My love wants to leave,
And so do I.
Friends and family will be missed,
but I must say “Good Bye”
After my voyage out west,
I’ll be back in the spring,
to explore the mysteries of life.
Enoch it’s you I will bring.
Will that not suffice?
Mind refreshed for a quest.
Together again,
no longer depressed.
A journey will be had,
for us, Gods of men.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
MARROWS OF TIME
Walk with me in the valleys of green
That comes to me in darken dreams;
Watch the raven feed on the dead,
those who has lost their heads,
Look, and see what Dark Angel brings
that has darkened wings;
He likes to make bleed.
Oh, why does he have to be so mean?
Once he lived in a fair stylish place
Where love was always given,
Where sins were forgiven,
He once given his heart,
But with time love has taken him for a ride,
Now, he stands in quicksand,
While his heart sinks as he grieved,
Words of true darkness sharpened the sword
That cut him deep;
So, now he wants everyone to feel is inter pains,
Where his love is now in the golden grave,
Ancient witches have taken all his love away,
Now he walks around in scorching agony,
In ancient time, he has lost his mind,
Dark Angel will always be curst,
And every gentle rose will be dried
the roses will turn to ashes
of the unforbidden love,
In his ancient love of sweet days,
All that has passed away;
Wandered of true love has been lost,
In the ancient green valleys;
Where the graves of true love in ancient days
Will always be lost into darken dreams
until the Light shines on all who sees,
through the windows of the true believer’s eyes
will see that shining light,
the spirits will sing songs
that never has been sung before,
on the pearls of time the ruby sea will glow
where the ships will sail,
and the slaves of the wounded will be healed,
doors of visions will be open,
the deaf ears will hear,
and God will whip away all their tears,
Oh, Enoch and all the ancient slaves
Will come out of the grave,
But until the darkness will be.
Where the blind could never see,
Souls are lost into the sea,
Where the dusty dead lost their heads,
In to the marrow of time.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
Who am I?
I'm nobody special.
I drive the streets and give rides to strangers.
I stare at the night sky waiting for something amazing to happen.
I talk to God like how one talks to one's self.
I kiss my kids good night or goodbye as if it's my last.
I am waiting to die or for the coming of the holy king to establish his kingdom.
I could come across as dull or perhaps gloomy.
I adapt, but no longer...
For it does not what I do because I prefer to be nobody, because I am letting go!
Enoch walked with the Lord and was no more...
So to I shall be!
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
What is it that separates you from me?
A short distance between
The atoms that build our bodies?
Or is it a mentality, made up by
Different struggles we suffer while
People fight for every waking moment
Just to breathe...
Can anybody tell me the difference
Between "knowing better" and
Hypocrisy?
Does anyone really know who
Scribbled on the stone tablets
Deciphering the code that some
"Other being" told us was ethical?
Where did Enoch really go?
When he opened the gates to heaven,
And spoke to Gabriel about Thee?
Was it he who read the book of
Life, and came to understand
Only to leave the world
By God's demand?
Will I ever be more than this
Ant receiving signals by antennas
Sending advertisements telling me
What to buy next so I can be like
All the rest who are happy while
Society straps me in a straight jacket
Driving me mad with stress and
Ceaseless demands...
Maybe making more money will
At least buy me some ******* time
To relax.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Purify the earth from all oppression, from all injustice, from all crime, from all impiety, and from all the pollution which is committed upon it, exterminate them from the earth.
Enoch 10:25
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
Woe to you, unfaithful witness, did not even Enoch portray your endings? Falsehood friending's shall overtake homes of love...
Look above,
Oh shalllow man, doth thou not knowest the one who holds thy keys to hell and the grave? Continue in thine way brutest of beasts...
For weeping, and gnashing of teeth shall uproot you.Gomorrha once again...
Media trends, you live and compass by, for thy universe is in parrel you mut of dirtied hands...
Seven golden candle sticks do palm in his hands, as your temperature shall arise!!
Humanities own suicide...
Thine estate's shall fail, skin turned pale by your own nuclear fusion, dust bowl intrusion.
Filthy rags shall be your soup bowl, while the homeless you give no home, haveth thou not heard of charity? What disparity!
Clouds you are without the rain, your the salt of the earth, yet why art thou unsalted? For don't you know your savour isn't there?
Murderer's, complainers, do you seek thine own lusts? For repentance is a must, when the fire's down below!
Howl and moan you speaker's of evil dignity, for thy pride and thou pity shall you muster up in confidence, all countenance..
You mock, though doth not receive, bury your own for you shall grieve,
Your own futuristic nightmare of course!!!!
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Lawrencia, A flower full of colors but difficult to find...
We've got this memories emerge from time to time...
But will soon be fading away to darkness as if we were blind.
Your smiles followed you behind as you went away.
No longer written on your face for us to see everyday.
Its not getting easier for us day by day
Enoch is forgetting about you..
I am no more haunting your smiles my dreams..
No more deep brown angelic eyes that made Justice soul scream..
Because we couldn't have you in our arms under the sunbeams..
Remember the K.F.C night with ice-cream and chicken tie.
I think that part of us will not die.
I think that part of us will stay alive.
There is more to come in this endless goodbyes.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
I could not stay, without an escort
we traveled under the seven heavens
and only later did I realize that
up there are the souls
of Adam – expelled just like us
John and Jesus – the messengers
Joseph – rejected by his family
and Enoch – the living teacher
Aaron – still loved
Moses – the patient
in the desert of unbelief
and Abraham – the first to surrender
With borrowed eyes I see
under the heavenly light the radiant
new Jerusalem, the city
that we are going to build here
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:28 AM UTC
I am a son,
Like the sun
Wired to bring illumination
To this nation.
To many lives I give light,
Challenging folks to live right
Inspiring them in this life to make hay
In other to have a say.
I am gifted
Not born to be limited.
I trump limits
And climb to success summits.
You are wired for greatness
Break out from shallowness
For you have what it takes
To kick out the fakes
And be among the greats.
Life is colorful
When we do things powerful;
Let us arise and grow
To make our dreams reality and glow.
© Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha is a transformational leader and writer who uses his time, talent and treasure to uproot vices and root values in the society.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
My head hurts,
Lifes a teaspoon of get the hell out,
Makes me sick to my stomach,
I surround myself with materialistic objects,
I cannot mend wounds,
In places I can't reach,
I can't ask a God who loves me,
Because he knows I'm already rotting underneath,
My fish died when I got home,
**** it.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
MARROWS OF TIME
Walk with me in the valleys of green
That comes to me in darken dreams;
Watch the raven feed on the dead,
those who has lost their heads,
Look, and see what Dark Angel brings
that has darkened wings;
He likes to make bleed.
Oh, why does he have to be so mean?
Once he lived in a fair stylish place
Where love was always given,
Where sins were forgiven,
He once given his heart,
But with time love has taken him for a ride,
Now, he stands in quicksand,
While his heart sinks as he grieved,
Words of true darkness sharpened the sword
That cut him deep;
So, now he wants everyone to feel is inter pains,
Where his love is now in the golden grave,
Ancient witches have taken all his love away,
Now he walks around in scorching agony,
In ancient time, he has lost his mind,
Dark Angel will always be curs,
And every gentle rose will be dried
the roses will turn to ashes
of the forbidden love,
In his ancient love of sweet days,
All that has passed away;
Wandered of true love has been lost,
In the ancient green valleys;
Where the graves of true love in ancient days
Will always be lost into darken dreams
until the Light shines on all who sees,
through the windows of the true believer’s eyes
will see that shining light,
the spirits will sing songs
that never has been sung before,
on the pearls of time the ruby sea will glow
where the ships will sail,
and the slaves of the wounded will be healed,
doors of visions will be open,
the deaf ears will hear,
and God will whip away all their tears,
Oh, Enoch and all the ancient slaves
Will come out of the grave,
But until the darkness will be.
Where the blind could never see,
Souls are lost into the sea,
Where the dusty dead lost their heads,
In to the marrow of time.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
my body is a carton of eggs
with nothing but cracked shells
like the other side of the moon
the other side of a balloon
the other side of a loop
we see in nightmares
like soil drought
and traction
like antartica's
desert
and Jupiter's
europa
my skin is cracked tampered and
forgotten like the book of enoch
no love
no bones
no pores
like lidless eyes that lay red and
dry like the surface of mars
no flesh
no air
no sin
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC