"horeb" poems - Hello Poetry

Much have been said About my brother Flame How from his hands Borne both Creation And destruction Songs were sung About trivial flickers And infernos legendary Allow me to say My piece about My brother flame Flame Words seems lifeless Next to your colored streaks Hearths spark Red Candles shine Yellow Blue Is the burn from my oven Life is borne From your touch Embers glow at your grasp Metal refined from your speech The world itself Is teeming in life For the sun Looks down upon it In its heart You My brother flame Burn brightest Fire Is the element of change You burn from the tears Of the oppressed You blaze from the verses Of the revolutionary Artists, lovers, and dreamers Their eyes burn With passion Your disposition My brother has never been cold My Sister Wind You warm her With your embrace Shed her chains and give her wings That she may fly Full of grace Brother flame You are a legend May bards sing forever Your songs How you cradled the Phoenix In its death And herald its birth From the same ashes it came from How you fled with Prometheus From Olympus And sparked the dreams of men You are a perfect instrument Of God’s glory and renown After heaven denied Earth Rain Elijah’s offer you consumed On Horeb Moses Have seen you burning A lonely bush You’ve shown this lonely shepherd He was standing on Holy Ground And on God’s plan Much have been said About my brother flame My piece reveals Of those I am certain These three Life Passion Renown 12:27:08.03:23

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC

joseph-alvin-s-pena

**Ode to Brother Flame**

Much have been said About my brother Flame How from his hands Borne both Creation And destruction Songs were sung About trivial flickers And infernos legendary Allow me to say My piece about My brother flame Flame Words seems lifeless Next to your colored streaks Hearths spark Red Candles shine Yellow Blue Is the burn from my oven Life is borne From your touch Embers glow at your grasp Metal refined from your speech The world itself Is teeming in life For the sun Looks down upon it In its heart You My brother flame Burn brightest Fire Is the element of change You burn from the tears Of the oppressed You blaze from the verses Of the revolutionary Artists, lovers, and dreamers Their eyes burn With passion Your disposition My brother has never been cold My Sister Wind You warm her With your embrace Shed her chains and give her wings That she may fly Full of grace Brother flame You are a legend May bards sing forever Your songs How you cradled the Phoenix In its death And herald its birth From the same ashes it came from How you fled with Prometheus From Olympus And sparked the dreams of men You are a perfect instrument Of God’s glory and renown After heaven denied Earth Rain Elijah’s offer you consumed On Horeb Moses Have seen you burning A lonely bush You’ve shown this lonely shepherd He was standing on Holy Ground And on God’s plan Much have been said About my brother flame My piece reveals Of those I am certain These three Life Passion Renown 12:27:08.03:23

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In Your name, there is healing Cities with an epidemic illnesses Stands like the Mt. Horeb Mighty in posture forever As Your stretch stretch Your hands Leprosy’s from every nation cast down Desperate heart finds, its home In the green pasture besides the still water The night will be as it is But the morning bring great deliverance At some point of, there will be songs Of thankfulness from the inside Your love for us never fails and cease Springs of water flows like fountain From Your grace to my place Im once frail and sick but im release Far from the medicine and gurney Your faithfulness in my life Brings tremendous miracles in many ways I just I just declare it in faith and love I say to the world You are Healer A great Physician of the Father I experience it right now, the touch Tomorrow will be a testimony like no other

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May 7, 2010

May 7, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC

mark-rubilla

Meningitis And Pneumonia??

In Your name, there is healing Cities with an epidemic illnesses Stands like the Mt. Horeb Mighty in posture forever As Your stretch stretch Your hands Leprosy’s from every nation cast down Desperate heart finds, its home In the green pasture besides the still water The night will be as it is But the morning bring great deliverance At some point of, there will be songs Of thankfulness from the inside Your love for us never fails and cease Springs of water flows like fountain From Your grace to my place Im once frail and sick but im release Far from the medicine and gurney Your faithfulness in my life Brings tremendous miracles in many ways I just I just declare it in faith and love I say to the world You are Healer A great Physician of the Father I experience it right now, the touch Tomorrow will be a testimony like no other

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I am from tiny small town where a mountain looms above the village. The height of the hill prevents the eye of heaven from shining. Yet the winter night persuade its day to set early. I am from the land of ****** bliss than the internal. Love and tenderness is the first option to suffocate… Jealousy, Hatred, and disrespect amalgamated where I am from. Yet, I am from where I come from. My town, My Kasi, My land, my soil. I am from a village like town right in the medial of lowland of mount horeb Between the Drakensberg. Where the beautiful daffodils grow Just beside the stream that flows gradually, giving the inner roots opportunity to select its necessities. “I am from small family in the medial of Clarens.” I am from family full of love and affection. Ubuntu and joy perfect its image. Yet we are not that bold to be in everyone’s Eyebrow, but I am from the family of Lengau. The only unique family from love to respect. I am from the family of MaLengau, the loving and caring woman of Bakoena. I am from the family of four gentle guys and three ladies. I am from Clarens, town among towns…

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC

lengau-dikotsi

Where I am from

I am from tiny small town where a mountain looms above the village. The height of the hill prevents the eye of heaven from shining. Yet the winter night persuade its day to set early. I am from the land of ****** bliss than the internal. Love and tenderness is the first option to suffocate… Jealousy, Hatred, and disrespect amalgamated where I am from. Yet, I am from where I come from. My town, My Kasi, My land, my soil. I am from a village like town right in the medial of lowland of mount horeb Between the Drakensberg. Where the beautiful daffodils grow Just beside the stream that flows gradually, giving the inner roots opportunity to select its necessities. “I am from small family in the medial of Clarens.” I am from family full of love and affection. Ubuntu and joy perfect its image. Yet we are not that bold to be in everyone’s Eyebrow, but I am from the family of Lengau. The only unique family from love to respect. I am from the family of MaLengau, the loving and caring woman of Bakoena. I am from the family of four gentle guys and three ladies. I am from Clarens, town among towns…

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I know the tiresome emptiness off loss Whispered prayers wind around me tight as a linen sheet I would rather hear the gale raging through the oak than hear such words I farm a gap in the clouds My own father would make fierce account of how my dreams aged him before his time though the rocks whisper he was ruined by long harsh years behind the plough My mother dreamed winds from temperate lands might blow across his brow but rain and stone and sickly beasts filled his mind Drab were the mourners in Horeb who saw him fade into the earth The only light was in the eyes of those he will curse no more

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC

jeremy-wyatt

Gap in the Clouds

I know the tiresome emptiness off loss Whispered prayers wind around me tight as a linen sheet I would rather hear the gale raging through the oak than hear such words I farm a gap in the clouds My own father would make fierce account of how my dreams aged him before his time though the rocks whisper he was ruined by long harsh years behind the plough My mother dreamed winds from temperate lands might blow across his brow but rain and stone and sickly beasts filled his mind Drab were the mourners in Horeb who saw him fade into the earth The only light was in the eyes of those he will curse no more

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“A veil!” someone shouted. I remember the cry. Agreement surged from gasping elders and wide-eyed youths alike. The first man to move snatched a scarf from his startled daughter and threw it at me to wrap over your head. He couldn’t imagine touching you himself. We needed that veil for the shining face of yours. Radiation, of course, must be contained. We couldn't have anyone blinded or infected. The double fold of linen stuck to your forehead at first, your sweat thick like dew the cold morning after a thunderstorm. Wrinkles whiskered in is fibers as your face strained into expressions few mortals have had cause to make. That mountain was saturated in every form of electromagnetic radiation and energies unknown. It bludgeons the heart. Melts the eyes. The people could not bear the sight of anyone who had come so close to such a power. I think their hearts needed a good bludgeoning. The wind streaked your hair for a micro-eternity. It retained the swept-up form for nearly an hour, though no one could tell once you put on the veil. Have you touched it to see if it is still cold? Your fingers—what was on them? Smoke, or earth? Melted stone? Incinerated atmosphere? Pure carbon, black as the abyss and under nearly enough pressure to crystalize into diamonds rarer than hope? When you grabbed my arm with those fingers, I nearly screamed. You left black marks everywhere. What does the veil cover now? It's edges are no longer like the cracks beneath Heaven's doors. What is it you wish to hide? Isn’t it time for this mask to be cleft by a seraph's sword?

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Jun 8, 2020

Jun 8, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC

HannahChristina

Horeb

“A veil!” someone shouted. I remember the cry. Agreement surged from gasping elders and wide-eyed youths alike. The first man to move snatched a scarf from his startled daughter and threw it at me to wrap over your head. He couldn’t imagine touching you himself. We needed that veil for the shining face of yours. Radiation, of course, must be contained. We couldn't have anyone blinded or infected. The double fold of linen stuck to your forehead at first, your sweat thick like dew the cold morning after a thunderstorm. Wrinkles whiskered in is fibers as your face strained into expressions few mortals have had cause to make. That mountain was saturated in every form of electromagnetic radiation and energies unknown. It bludgeons the heart. Melts the eyes. The people could not bear the sight of anyone who had come so close to such a power. I think their hearts needed a good bludgeoning. The wind streaked your hair for a micro-eternity. It retained the swept-up form for nearly an hour, though no one could tell once you put on the veil. Have you touched it to see if it is still cold? Your fingers—what was on them? Smoke, or earth? Melted stone? Incinerated atmosphere? Pure carbon, black as the abyss and under nearly enough pressure to crystalize into diamonds rarer than hope? When you grabbed my arm with those fingers, I nearly screamed. You left black marks everywhere. What does the veil cover now? It's edges are no longer like the cracks beneath Heaven's doors. What is it you wish to hide? Isn’t it time for this mask to be cleft by a seraph's sword?

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