"gilead" poems
Blackened bird upon my brow;
Corvus Christi on my crown:
Could there be, oh could there be
Balm, sweet Balm in Galilee
Wild Roses grown in Gilead
White Daffodils on Sharon's sea . . .
The shores, the shores of Sharon's sea:
wingtips lapping cedar beams
leave no trail of murrey'd deeds;
tapping shoulders with your blades
rustling in the hollow reeds,
among the Seals of Solomon
Two Lovers, lost in Lebanon,
rose, to where the Stars of David bloom --
She in gules and He in vert . . .
Sable Bird upon our brows;
Corvus Christi on our crowns.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
Your gracious Light extends
You have Healed my brokenness
On You I can depend
You touched my pain with Loving Hands
Anointing hurts and woes
It's like a warm embrace and kiss
And Love that OVERFLOWS!
Thank you for what You have done
The Healing You have wrought
This kind of Restoration
Can't be obtained or bought
I need no Hydrocodone
I have no need for pills
I have my Balm of Gilead
*And I ALWAYS WILL!*
SoulSurvivor
(c) 3/10/2016
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Rivers dry up, except
The Mississippi.
If/When
That particular long and wide
And fat and deep
Body of Wa-Wa
Completely dries up,
The World, as SK
Was fond of saying of
Roland of Gilead and the
Shadowed Spire,
"Has moved on."
Monstrous
Glaciers partied hard inda
MIDWEST!
For, like, endless freezing
Nights and equally
Chill-laxing daze,
Man! Man? Dude!
Dudes? Little dudes
With spears takin' on
The Mammoths! No
WAY!
Way.
They'll not outlive and
OutLAST US, My
Frozen Bros!
(But we had fire, the roasting
Kind and the hot burning
Coals within our spirit,
Fire to perpetuate our
Species through endlessly
Cold nights and days)
Whoo-Hooo!
Dude! You plowed
DEEP last night, Bro!
What's that stuff on yer
Brow. Sweat?
Hey is it me or is it
Hot in here?
Dudes? We're like
SMALLER
Irregardless, or
Re, the You SSS of
A has a large dent
In its midsection.
Because those partying
Glaciers were forced back
Into polar hiding, shedding
Great earthen chunks of their
Fatty selves, carving and
Slashing
The most fertile watershed
In the country.
Their ageless and
Timeless enemy, that
Bright Yellow Orb,
Opened its great
Cyclopean eye, and
Focused, yet again,
Blessed rays of light
Heat, and life.
The melting...
Water lying on the ground,
Unsure? How about we start a
Pool? I bet it'll pay
Off to flow on not-flat ground, the
Pool collapses and begins flowing
With purpose, streaming
Together as a larger
Body of water:
The Miss
'Sippi.
Any number of
Numberless great and lesser
Lakes up North
Decided to be hole-
Y. Gravity
Did the rest.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
(Geraldine, Maya, and Pedra were in the kitchen to drink some Jasmine Yin Zhen tea.)
Between Bosphorus and Dardanelles, the waters are calm.
Geraldine Said, ''I love the life at sea on this tall ship.''
Maya said, '' Let me see the meaning of the lines in your palm! ''
''I worked a lot; I can't feel my hands when something I grip.''
Maya insisted, '' Let me rub your hands with Gilead' balm! ''
''I can't stand the hustle and bustle of big cities.
Can you predict my future after reading my palm?
''You'll be surrounded by death coming from the waves' ditties.''
''What is this balm? '' '' It's an extract from the bakha shrubs.''
''Where did you find this shrub? '' ''This extract is brought from Chios,
Where this tree grows near the sea, to make this balm and drugs.
It's good for the stomach and prevents the skin infections.
I used it to make bread tsoureki.'' ''It's sweet, '' Pedra said,
''This tree excited the cupidity of invaders-
The groves of Jericho.'' Maya touched her, ''Are you afraid? ''
''Went there to fight Titus, Joshua and the crusaders.''
Pedra took a long look at her, ''Do you have children? ''
''I have two boys who live in southern Ottoman Empire.
My husband died.'' ''Why did you come here? '' ''I'm a poor woman.
Now, it’s war; I want to work here, not to walk through the fire.’’
(Maya left the kitchen. On the deck, Marco, Rosa, and Cruz stopped for a few minutes their walk to admire the Marmara Sea in approach to Çanakkale.)
''Anybody who wants to pass through the Dardanelles
Must pay a tax. So, we must sit at anchor in waiting
For an opening at this small Port of Çanakkale, ''
Said Cruz. '' About buying fuel, the ****** are still debating, ''
Said Marco.'' This city is placed on two continents.''
'' The shape of the strait is akin to that of a river.''
'' Its history started with Troy. The tidal currents
Make this time of wait at anchorage a deceiver.''
''The Dardanelles is the most dangerous waterway, ''
Said Rosa, '' Maya and Naimah are talking fiercely.''
Cruz said, ''They've seemed not to know each other until today.''
''What happened, Maya? '' ''He can't stop speaking viciously.''
(To be continued...)
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Gone be yon melted summer's day
Whilst shrouded in robes of sorrow
That never quill of a bard can portray
Nor years unborn may ever know
When a fair maiden pottered my way,
Gently as drops of descending snow.
Her eyes fairer than burnished gold
Illuminated the vast shadowy night,
Ebony hair upon her seraphic body rolled
With a diadem of reddest roses bedight
That swifter than a gallant knight so bold,
I plunged to Elysium at such a sight.
For she bore beauty of a silvery moon
In lone splendor upon heavens bay,
The pulchritude of sun beams by noon
Against the sea on a fine blazing day.
Now that love casted her novelty boon,
Timidly I gravitated towards her way
And in fables faintly whispered unto her:
"Little maiden, little maiden, little maiden,
O queen fairer than chalcedonic luster;
Are flowers of yonder golden Aidenn
More fair and redolent than thou are?"
This did gladden - I strayed in a garden;
Her garden of ethereal pulchritude
Where no mortal ever walked through
And now doth hearts gambol with glee
'Neath elm leaves bedight with stars above
That the beauty queen calls it balm of Gilead
To visit her garden - a garden of love.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA
12th/09/2018
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
You are full of it
when what you plan
to do did not include
other people's interest.
Are you playing with
yourself all alone,
when all you needed
was just lovely friends
who will gladden your
world with their lives.
These loving friends are
actually the flowers in
the garden of our lives,
they decorate our lives
with beauty and adorn it
with fragrance of their
loving smiles,
bringing to us that free gifts
of love and friendship.
Their presence is more than
a balm of Gilead.
A true friend is like a rose
and a beautiful flower in
the vase of our lives worthy
to be nurtured and watered daily.
We need each others touch to
survive and thrive.
Love is about inclusion,
doing and acting out our lives,
and letting others into our world.
Even though some might be a
pain in the ***
still you can't do without them,
they make up the textures
of our lives.
We need all of them both the
positive and the negative,
they help bring us to a better place.
Unwittingly helping in an
uncanny way to learn about
love and forgiveness,
accommodating and acceptance,
patience and endurance,
Wellness and healing.
They bring pleasure and delight into our world.
How I wish we could be good loving friends.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
Truces
by Michael R. Burch
Artur took Cabal, his hound,
and Carwennan, his knife,
and his sword forged by Wayland
and Merlyn, his falcon,
and, saying goodbye to his sons and his wife,
he strode to the Table Rounde.
“Here is my spear, Rhongomyniad,
and here is Wygar that I wear,
and ready for war,
an oath I foreswore
to fight for all that is righteous and fair
from Wales to the towers of Gilead!”
But none could be found to contest him,
for Lancelot had slewn them, forsooth,
so he hastened back home, for to rest him,
till his wife bade him, “Thatch up the roof!”
We must sometimes wonder if all the fighting related to King Arthur and his knights was really necessary. In particular, it seems that Lancelot fought and either captured or killed a fairly large percentage of the population of England. Could it be that Arthur preferred to fight than stay at home and do domestic chores? And, honestly now, if he and his knights were such incredible warriors, who would have been silly enough to do battle with them? Wygar was the name of Arthur’s hauberk, or armored tunic, which was supposedly fashioned by one Witege or Widia, possibly the son of Wayland Smith. Legends suggest that Excalibur was forged upon the anvil of the smith-god Wayland, who was also known as Volund, which sounds suspiciously like Vulcan. Keywords/Tags: King Arthur, armor, sword, Excalibur, spear, Lancelot, wife, domestic chores, war, peace, homework
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
writing is my ******* bane.
jeweled paws of inspiration
dangle that carrot to keep me running.
wring out the baby with the gray matter,
spool it like spaghetti, slowly get fatter.
i was under the distinct impression
that this habit was too large a vent
until i left it somewhere in July
between the Yuba and a car ride
and never quite calmed down
it's my solace, my oak-tree,
haven in the hellishness,
clarity to ugliness,
Gilead balm,
panacea.
why
should it
take such tolls--
to push too hard
is to turn a deaf ear
my ear ain't so sharp
and my brunt is still strong
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
...from pain, the source of learning, comes
joy a salve
love, a deceiver when in beauty
takes breath away
but,
balm of gilead
as
a kiss on tear-stain'd
face
God and grace synonymous in thought
one, pure source
the other
gift
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
In American night, our sins amended
Dwell sable souls from Cain descended
Their perforated grins, their degenerate heat
To cut bone-bred fissures upon cobbled streets
With wandering mouths, in lust will reap
The quivering lips, their thighs do weep
Bodies hum content in pleasure's psalms
On the glistening flesh of Gilead’s balm
No repentance sought, nor vice repelled
Tongues of Heaven do burn like Hell
Desires persist, and thoughts be ******
In the ebbing crest of this carnal demand
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
A burst of anger.
Clenched jaw and tense fist.
You put your whole world in danger,
To fill your moment with bliss.
I've never noticed the flicker in your eyes.
The flash of life before you black out.
I've never seen tears but i know you cry.
And Scream. Punch. Kick. Shout.
I ask why and you say I wouldn't understand.
Please stop living your life in denial and secrets.
If I didn't care or want to know, would I have reached out my hand?
What good is it to feel the pain and keep it?
Remember when you hugged me and said it gets better?
At that moment it was something I couldn't believe.
That night I watched as my palms became redder,
And I saw the stress it relieved.
But I had to stop so I wouldn't lose you.
You are my muse and you don't even know.
And when my heart is heavy and there's no one to go to,
Your voice brings me up from my low.
So don't clench your fist in your burst of anger.
Rather, open up your palm.
Stop putting your world in danger.
We'll be each other's Gilead Balm.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Discern all things in seeming motion
from the mover that casts the spell.
Thus one apprehends the notion
of a mortem free from from hell;
though self-created hells our sojourns,
while upon on this earth we dwell.
Know "I" beyond pain and passion,
the balm in Gilead that soothes
thy frail division with detachment
as the mover knows the moved,
never leaving Self to fraction,
needle never skip the groove.
There is naught that is not That;
motion is by Mind alone
the maker that our dreams begat,
turning boundless Light to stone
and crystallized in maze and map --
that veils how brightly it once shone.
Unto the Light we shall awake
by seeking out the way between
all words: the shackles that unmake
thy Self by stretch betwixt extremes.
Transcend all boundaries that break
and reify the dream.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
How can i ever
comfort you,
make you feel loved
again at this moment
of such great loss.
I want to touch and heal
your brokenness,
To take away your tears,
your pain,
your sadness,
I want to help you heal.
I know you want to be left alone,
Just let me be here
by your side in silence
To share with you this
broken-barenness of
such great sorrow.
I understand your predicament,
your confusion,
your hopelessness,
But I know i can never enter,
understand or know how
that makes you feel.
All i ask is for you to let
me touch you with this
balm of Gilead to soothe your pain,
your heartache
and to help you heal.
For surely everything heals in time.
My presence is all you need
even at this moment when
your heart refuse to be comforted.
Know for sure that
it is well with you my beloved.
Cheer up!!!
©®2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
Who shall deliver me from egypt?
Who shall save me from pharoahs whip?
My heart have become a hollow pit,
And my sorrow has grown too dip.
I quench my thirst with my tears,
Even slaves take turns to taste my blood,
My nights are haunted by innumerable fears,
My knees are weakend by heated rods.
Who shall fight for me in this war?
My mind is distorted and my spirit is torn.
Who shall provide the balm for my sores?
Is there a balm of Gilead in my creators son?
Tell my oppressor that "nights always end".
Tell him that my joy comes in the morning.
Although, this pain is difficult to comprehend,
So shall my rise happen without warning.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Oh Balm of Gilead
Where are you?
My tongue is swollen
from misuse
If it bled or decreased
every time it betrayed me
I would no longer possess one
Vows of silence
broken so suddenly
me thinks it has a mind
of it's own
To break promises
carved in stone
and stained with blood
from the sacred living heart
Why can you not hush?
Must you waggle so?
Have you not learned
that you are the cause of so much
pain and misery?
Obviously not
and the lips, the lungs
they are your cohorts
Relishing in the the noise they help
you make
Rejoicing in it, whatever the
consequence of such
idiocy proclaimed
as if the whole universe was
created
to hear your donkey braying
Silence is more valuable,
more poignant
than all the treasures of heaven
If only the Balm would stick.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
St. Elmo looked down on us
He lit our path through the jagged night.
Erasmus held us in his roughened palm.
There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.
There is a balm in Gilead,
to heal the sick soul.
Grasp the mast and glow ,and live
The mast of the fire. The mast.
In darkest night.
Journey to Gilead by the warm blue
light.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
**
You are beautiful as Tirzab, my love,
comely as Jerusalem ,
terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats.
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes.
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
and not one among them is bereaved.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranates behind your veil.
**
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
I became an
electrician in order
to fix the light
inside your smile.
I became a driver
in order to
take you to exotic
and beautiful places.
I became a physician
in order to be
a balm of Gilead
to heal your
deepest wounds.
I became a chef
in order to take
care of your well-being.
As an alchemist
i will transform
all the past hurts,
shame and mistakes
into gold.
I became a gardener,
so i can plant
beautiful flowers to
bring succor and
comfort to soothe
your soul.
I became a priest
in order to
draw out your
inner spiritual essence.
I became a king
so you can
become an asset
to rule in my castle.
I became all things
in order to
win your heart.
I am so in love
with your essence.
®2019,Emeka Mokeme.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
forget the danger of losing gold. "In one of the Golems,
he has defeated the aggressive love of all mankind, creates other basic words, the scale will diminish, will emphasize the value of this information,
will end and save all the Goleys."
Also, this translation, Zizkov's version
Prague Tower of the video and the historical part,
a new challenge for me, was when I was a nationalist leader.
This is not available in general Doxosdetzur
Gilead Orthodox, Jewish, traditional, white and white in front of two friends, two nymphs, two basic materials,
shrunk,
fat, you must make black and white peanut, ginger and two blacks, dark, white, white, white, white from Spain to white, white, white
and white. Anastasia will be lost for many years and part of the neck,
19, and they are the camera that "John, for example,
understands, consumed black, black, black, black",
Prince Friedman and Fox. **** white colony of the shameful bird,
the naked sister, the shape of 18, 1-1 is a white collar co with deeper pearls with a lot of Chihun Fu Fu. The deep hair,
the knife, the big test, finally flirting with 4.
So it's a white culture of the nation. Many types of 2 MAMBA are violent
and dangerous at high risk.
In the United States, ultimately, to strengthen the titanium hood
of Mormpidia. At my school,
let me star with three remaining goals! The popular Dora Teen Latina two Face Hong ****** face white face
and white face face to face with her glasses, Lise babe Domme dam, cut! Latina ***** strong whistle with some asphyxiating
white mouths and big baggage, Tight Latina close;
Eva Ellington for ******* ****** thing
and ATM before Ariel works with diligent dioceses
in a prison cell to suffer the embarrassment
of the young brunette dirtbag core people ... Little father and *** ****** power face all the prostitutes bacteria
To find Latin, Latina services running towards the friend
poorer; his ******* train of two men dealing with changing
a person to have sexually transmitted babies
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
We are all beat up and broken down
Our hearts are like broken glass
Bruised and bloodied knocked upon the ground
We are lost like a man with no compass
We are small and frail and weak
The image is twisted by sin and shame
But in the void, the silence will speak
And the one who loves will call our name
The King of Kings and Lord of Lords
Prince of Peace the Lion and the Lamb
His death brought us from chaos to one accord
He is eternal and He is the Great I AM
He was broken for us
He was pierced for love
He was crushed for our sins
Obedient to the Father above
This is where the healing begins
His body is broken and his blood poured out
He calls us to faith even when we doubt
By giving himself, he makes us whole
He enters in and restores our soul
There is a longing this world can't satisfy
There isn't a thing that we won't try
But we are left hungry and unfulfilled
But with God, we find radical love and fears are stilled
We may be broken, but let us be broken together
Clinging to Jesus in the storms and bad weather
For he heals the broken hearted and brings joy to the sad
He binds the wounded and brings the lost back to the field
He is the Divine Physician He is the Balm of Gilead
So, turn to the Lord and be not broken, but be healed
Lord, we are broken people, and we need you in our lives. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put us back together again, but you can Lord. Only say the word and our souls will be healed. You are perfect and we, most definitely, are not. We are broken, but we are not broken alone. You were broken for us so that we might be made whole with you. We die with you so we may, one day, rise with you to new and glorious eternal life. Heal us Lord. Heal our streets and lands, heal us Lord by the working of your hands. Hear our cries and come swiftly to our aid. You, Oh Lord, are our refuge and our strength. Break us, bless us, multiply us and perfect us. All this we pray, in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 10:09 PM UTC
In Africa they mutilate girls' genitals so that they can't enjoy ***
Sometimes they just sew it shut.
They call it a ritual.
A ceremony.
In Gilead they give the women ugly dresses and make the wife stay in the room so it's not fun for either one.
They call a necessity.
A ceremony.
In Laguna Pueblo they relive their conquests. Remembering not the pleasure, but the power.
They tell it like it's a legend.
A ceremony.
At USAFA we read the stories. We feel bad. We do nothing.
There's nothing we can do.
Each one is just a story.
But it's a ceremony too.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
Lovers kiss
fig-sweet and holy
tangled in ivy
fingers twined
in Titian hair
He loves the taste
of wine and blood
the madness
of drunken lust
of frenzied rage
of flesh and fruit
Lips full
and blushed crimson
slick with nectar
Words that spill from
his kiss-swollen mouth
rend and restore
burn against skin
Balm of Gilead
to the heart
Drink him, slowly
the thirst
is bottomless
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
I am a slave to the sounds of
poetry. The rhymes of lovers
pledges, the colors of tanned
songs sing to my imagination.
Poems drape over me like
dresses on women. I see
colors and patterns reach
with tender fingers. Vowels
touch and with moist
lips, rhyme.
But there are no poems
here in Gilead,
no epic washing away of lines
on the waves of the
final
flood.
Jul 29, 2022
Jul 29, 2022 at 11:53 AM UTC
Me thinks the reaper be, not too far behind.
A specter not foreboding, his deeds not all unkind.
Did I ever tell you my loathsome friend of what has yet to be?
The falling of your heavens and the boiling of your sea.
How the dead will not suffer the living to pass.
Or how the sun will scorch your fields of grass.
The dogs of war will howl when the moon turns to blood.
Screams of woe will die in vain in black volcanic mud.
Anubis will awaken to drink of the Niles tears.
While Odin's in Valhalla, where he'll stay for many years.
These events they will transpire and there's one thing you can do.
You can have a drink and dance my friend, accept you are the fool.
No summer breeze to quell your pain no balm left Gilead.
You are but a Hector in that cursed book the Iliad.
There is a thing you can try but this task you mustn't botch.
I can't stop the earth from splitting but could you get for me a scotch?
On the rocks.
No lime.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC