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"interceded" poems
Derive the joy, magic and warmth of addition by connecting your soul to another's, yet remain independent as singular souls. Meet the interference of envious, bitter and resentful subtraction which gives the process of separation from the souls you have connected to. Both opposing forces with obstinate motivations coordinate unconsciously for the creation of an entrance-exit cycle in human interaction. The pinnacle of human interaction is interceded by multiplication who compounds the congregation of the independent souls into a cohesive unit called groups and eventually society and nation. Nevertheless met by the malevolent, destructive energy of division which ruthlessly breaks apart the products nurtured by multiplication, smashing them with propaganda, discrimination, and segregation. O' how I exclaim that division is the truly nefarious power.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
Society's mathematical equation
My hands are trembling more than usual, so I have altered my coffee to a camomile tea. I administer everything as if it were medicine; a chemist punctuating his day with guilty cigarettes and vague homoeopathy. *It's all ******** I know- but whatever gets you through the day...* In the season of advent, my fingers are bitten down to the quick; throat seared with half-functioning lighters and fragile matches; I can scarcely operate either in this state. The fairy-lights turn the high-street to a runway. *But all I see are charity shops interceded with bookies and coffee houses.* This home-town exists to keep up my interest in finding some purpose. A path to eventual escape from all of these old bonds and ties, pinning me down with memories of *** and all of the street-names I have learned by rote. *I'm treading water here- living in the comfort of a sink-hole.*
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Rugby in December
Wrapped round in swaddling clothes, I saw her bright beaming face. Lying helpless, still in a trance, I sensed her soft soothing touch. Warm it was when huddled tight, Glad it was to be held close, Pleasure it was to be lifted up, And Heaven it was to be in her lap. She took me in her gentle hands, She fed me with her nourishing milk, She made me sleep with lullabies sweet, And kept alert on day and night. As time slowly glided past, I grew myself into a tiny tot. Crawled around in sweeping haste, Reaching out to all I could touch. It left my mother so hardly pressed. She never had even time to sit, Cut down she, her afternoon nap, Cast aside she her rest and respite. My teething time – a real hard time! For reasons none, I grew so irritable. Itchy – fidgety, I cried on end, Futile it went all her tricks to tame. This made my mother grow jittery. Consulted she every quack and doc, Administered she every harmless dope, And interceded to all divine help. It was only a passing phase, With consistent care, I grew to a buxom babe. My childish pranks delighted all. Too glad grew my mother to see me fare. Soon I learnt to steady myself up, The Toddler placed the first faltering step. It was always with bated breath, My mother watched my growing up. She ever remained a pillar of strength, In whom I saw a never failing friend. She led me through the devious turns of life, Always there to lend her helping hand. In complex issues too hard to solve Wise it was to seek her counsel Sane and sound, she ever remained. To trials of life, she never surrendered. She taught me the quintessence of life, She showed me the route to tread, Her zest for life, never once cease, Her trust in God ever on the rise Now my mother ceases to exist, But sure she will continue to live, In my hearts domain, she reigns supreme. No force on Earth can cast her out. As I look back to days of yore, All I wish is to conjure up the past, To be reborn a second time, To be my mother’s darling child!
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
My Mother- (Simple Verse)
Wrapped round in swaddling clothes, I saw her bright beaming face. Lying helpless, still in a trance, I sensed her soft soothing touch. Warm it was when huddled tight, Glad it was to be held close, Pleasure it was to be lifted up, And Heaven it was to be in her lap. She took me in her gentle hands, She fed me with her nourishing milk, She made me sleep with lullabies sweet, And kept alert on day and night. As time slowly glided past, I grew myself into a tiny tot. Crawled around in sweeping haste, Reaching out to all I could touch. It left my mother so hardly pressed. She never had even time to sit, Cut down she, her afternoon nap, Cast aside she her rest and respite. My teething time – a real hard time! For reasons none, I grew so irritable. Itchy – fidgety, I cried on end, Futile it went all her tricks to tame. This made my mother grow jittery. Consulted she every quack and doc, Administered she every harmless dope, And interceded to all divine help. It was only a passing phase, With consistent care, I grew to a buxom babe. My childish pranks delighted all. Too glad grew my mother to see me fare. Soon I learnt to steady myself up, The Toddler placed the first faltering step. It was always with bated breath, My mother watched my growing up. She ever remained a pillar of strength, In whom I saw a never failing friend. She led me through the devious turns of life, Always there to lend her helping hand. In complex issues too hard to solve Wise it was to seek her counsel Sane and sound, she ever remained. To trials of life, she never surrendered. She taught me the quintessence of life, She showed me the route to tread, Her zest for life, never once cease, Her trust in God ever on the rise Now my mother ceases to exist, But sure she will continue to live, In my hearts domain, she reigns supreme. No force on Earth can cast her out. As I look back to days of yore, All I wish is to conjure up the past, To be reborn a second time, To be my mother’s darling child!
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Immaculate by daylight, Atrocious at dark. The stimulus for flesh makes them moonstruck, Hidden away by an exploit pokerface. Shades of red everywhere, Roses and wine still can't satisfy the cravings. With no guilt and no agony, Everlasting crimes are on each corner. The raven interceded in the turtle dove's life, No longer singing the anomalous melody. Deteriorated DNA samples and clues, The oracle slayer whereabouts remain unknown.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Serial Killer
Between last night and this morning, Between the full moon and sunrise, When dark descended like a sheet, And heavy lids covered my eyes, The stars emerged and receded, Nocturnal hours ticked away, A carpet of frost was laid down, There between last night and today. Ere dawn blackness interceded, Taunting me, “Where is your light now?” Yesterday had been locked away, And I must start again somehow. The nightfall came to curse the past, I embraced it to block the shame, Because soon the sun will come up, And I will never be the same.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
New Day
i came to you and you welcomed me. i was with you only for a while and you understood. i gave you all i had and you loved me more. when i was happy you laughed with me. when i was sad you encouraged me. when i was curious you delighted me. then came cancer and you were astounded. then came doctors and you interceded for me. then came knives and needles and you stayed with me. i loved the water and you brought me dolphins. i loved the blue sky and you coloured it with butterflies. i loved you and you filled my final days with joy. always remember our days together. and, i really liked the balloons and bagpipes.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
for a while
*Three months old in my mother’s womb Whispers I heard outside, A man persuading mum To destroy me Because he doubted I was his. I heard mum cried, And felt her tears Falling to her bulging belly, My bed room, A thunderous sound That struck my universe Almost tearing it apart.* *The man talking to another man, A professional killer of my kind, I heard about the price of my life, To destroy me Worth only ‘$300’. Mum’s heart beat faster, Bringing blood like a mighty rushing wave To my weak, gentle nerves and veins Almost rapturing them apart.* *Mum whispered I heard while she cried, “You are a gift and blessing to me, My child, my beloved one.” I will keep you,” She promised. I tried to comfort mum but couldn't. I conjured up ominous images Of my shattered body, My flesh, blood and bone; It was too painful to bear. So I stamped my feet On my bed, Her stomach bulged, And I felt mum embraced me, With her gentle hands.* *From the smallest corner of her heart Next to her bulging belly, My bed room, I heard mama interceded with God For the forgiveness of the sins And comfort of thousand women Who aborted their pregnancies Due to **** pregnant while breast feeding, Incestuous affairs, teenage pregnancies Or on medical conditions For the physical and emotional pains They endured and guilt that may have lingered still.* *In her bulging stomach, My bed room, my home, I waited for my eviction, Every day. Then one day, after a long wait, It rained cats and dogs With muds of blood In my bedroom. I tried to cling to the roof of my bed room, But was swept away by the natural disaster Through the channel of life Into my mother's gentle arms.*
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
As Heard and Felt from a Foetus
*Three months old in my mother’s womb Whispers I heard outside, A man persuading mum To destroy me Because he doubted I was his. I heard mum cried, And felt her tears Falling to her bulging belly, My bed room, A thunderous sound That struck my universe Almost tearing it apart.* *The man talking to another man, A professional killer of my kind, I heard about the price of my life, To destroy me Worth only ‘$300’. Mum’s heart beat faster, Bringing blood like a mighty rushing wave To my weak, gentle nerves and veins Almost rapturing them apart.* *Mum whispered I heard while she cried, “You are a gift and blessing to me, My child, my beloved one.” I will keep you,” She promised. I tried to comfort mum but couldn't. I conjured up ominous images Of my shattered body, My flesh, blood and bone; It was too painful to bear. So I stamped my feet On my bed, Her stomach bulged, And I felt mum embraced me, With her gentle hands.* *From the smallest corner of her heart Next to her bulging belly, My bed room, I heard mama interceded with God For the forgiveness of the sins And comfort of thousand women Who aborted their pregnancies Due to **** pregnant while breast feeding, Incestuous affairs, teenage pregnancies Or on medical conditions For the physical and emotional pains They endured and guilt that may have lingered still.* *In her bulging stomach, My bed room, my home, I waited for my eviction, Every day. Then one day, after a long wait, It rained cats and dogs With muds of blood In my bedroom. I tried to cling to the roof of my bed room, But was swept away by the natural disaster Through the channel of life Into my mother's gentle arms.*
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1 Who has believed what we have heard? And who has the arm of the LORD been revealed to? 2 He grew up before Him like a young plant and like a root out of dry ground. He didn’t have an impressive form or majesty that we should look at Him, no appearance that we should desire Him. 3 He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering who knew what sickness was. He was like someone people turned away from; He was despised, and we didn’t value Him. 4 Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses, and He carried our pains; but we in turn regarded Him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted. 5 But He was pierced because of our transgressions, crushed because of our iniquities; punishment for our peace was on Him, and we are healed by His wounds. 6 We all went astray like sheep; we all have turned to our own way; and the LORD has punished Him for3 the iniquity of us all. 7 He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. Like a lamb led to the slaughter and like a sheep silent before her shearers, He did not open His mouth. 8 He was taken away because of oppression and judgment; and who considered His fate? For He was cut off from the land of the living; He was struck because of my people’s rebellion. 9 They5 made His grave with the wicked and with a rich man at His death, although He had done no violence and had not spoken deceitfully. 10 Yet the LORD was pleased to crush Him severely. When You make Him a * restitution offering, He will see His * seed, He will prolong His days, and by His hand, the LORD’s pleasure will be accomplished. 11 He will see it out of His anguish, and He will be satisfied with His knowledge. My righteous Servant will justify many, and He will carry their iniquities. 12 Therefore I will give Him the many as a portion, and He will receive the mighty as spoil, because He submitted Himself to death, and was counted among the rebels; yet He bore the sin of many and interceded for the rebels.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
WHO AM I?
1 Who has believed what we have heard? And who has the arm of the LORD been revealed to? 2 He grew up before Him like a young plant and like a root out of dry ground. He didn’t have an impressive form or majesty that we should look at Him, no appearance that we should desire Him. 3 He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering who knew what sickness was. He was like someone people turned away from; He was despised, and we didn’t value Him. 4 Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses, and He carried our pains; but we in turn regarded Him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted. 5 But He was pierced because of our transgressions, crushed because of our iniquities; punishment for our peace was on Him, and we are healed by His wounds. 6 We all went astray like sheep; we all have turned to our own way; and the LORD has punished Him for3 the iniquity of us all. 7 He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. Like a lamb led to the slaughter and like a sheep silent before her shearers, He did not open His mouth. 8 He was taken away because of oppression and judgment; and who considered His fate? For He was cut off from the land of the living; He was struck because of my people’s rebellion. 9 They5 made His grave with the wicked and with a rich man at His death, although He had done no violence and had not spoken deceitfully. 10 Yet the LORD was pleased to crush Him severely. When You make Him a * restitution offering, He will see His * seed, He will prolong His days, and by His hand, the LORD’s pleasure will be accomplished. 11 He will see it out of His anguish, and He will be satisfied with His knowledge. My righteous Servant will justify many, and He will carry their iniquities. 12 Therefore I will give Him the many as a portion, and He will receive the mighty as spoil, because He submitted Himself to death, and was counted among the rebels; yet He bore the sin of many and interceded for the rebels.
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I sit at the table too high for me, Slipping the poison down my throat, Sewn shut my mind through mouth, As I feel the darkness bloat. Yet I know it’s due to me alone, My hand the wretched doer of the stab Which rends my heart at my bequeath, Yet how can I help who I am? The invisible flame all too bright, Casts my shadow invoking fear, I willingly forget not to shun The things I held most dear. My mind falls deeper into the mire, Shallower with each sinking death, I tell them to ignore the silent screams Though I cry for help under my breath. And though these echoes are not heard, They crash and boom and threaten to break Innocence is swallowed whole again, As I stand chained at the hand of fate. A different man I stand today Than the one who failed once before, Yet I fail again, this time completely, It is being me I must endure. For leaping only leads to falling, First time jumping interceded by floor, Sitting in shame that isn’t mine How can I hope to jump ever more? I ask with a resounding Question “Who am I?” Praise from the edges of my view, But never from the distant sky Yet somehow the light appears ahead, The rescuers lifting me from the shadows within How could I have sought this ugly fate, When there were others bright that could’ve been? I’ve wasted time on distant stars So shining, beckoning in my mind. Why should I wait longer to start the rest of my life? It’s time I left that path behind.
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Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
Acceptance
I recognised you as you stood with your back to me I tried to verbalise a word for you to hear Yet I was too hypnotised to vocalise a single sound To call to you would send lullabies your way It would have solemnised the moment Pantomime like I stood stock still, not ready to eulogise. I wanted to maximise the moment To sacrifice the past, to address this big occasion To strive and entice this surprise, but I didn't call, too many butterflies interceded My desire to shout out to the me that I For a brief moment recognised.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Recognise
I tried to draw the attention of the disinterested God who builds the weather. “Send us snow - just a few feet - make our Christmas fantasy complete” I pleaded, but she never interceded. Angels, that will-less posse of hers only seem to watch earth’s slaughter as the wind carries a warm disregard.
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Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 11:06 AM UTC
weather
Illusory as this corporeal existence may be termed, I am too glad sifting through [This imagined existence of] The interspaces of Time and Space. Don’t need to be interceded for To a space-less place- The echoes of infinity Tingle me, weaving infrasonic waves Of life around me. I can catch up with salvation Some other day; I'm here. Soaking in The sun's tickle tingling me awake The wind's whistle cooing on a dull day, The patter of rains as it sings A new rhythm into play. A dog's wagging tail at my caress, Smiles from faces familiar-unfamiliar, Or a dance move I'd been tugging at to perfect. Lapping up a home-cooked meal After a long day, curling up in my bed. Celebrating joys with an exultant jump A high-five or a fist-pump, Celebrating life more Than fearing death.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Life as I See It
Dear Lord, Help our ministry flourish. Help us to study and to learn. Help us Lay aside these early needs And pray for your concern. Help us always to be humble Keep pride away from our goals, Let us strive to do your will And leave you in control. Let us look past circumstances And know that faith will lead us through, Let us interceded along the way For those that need us too. Help us not to look back except to see Just where you've brought from; Let our lives be a testimony As to just how far we've come.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Family Ministry
Louis took a cold shower after sleeping in all afternoon, thinking about those sweaty summer bedsheets from last year. Her skin was always soft and he used to run his thumb downward along her hip-bone, setting vibrations along fault-lines and stifling any sound with a kiss. He turned on the radio and brushed his teeth, removing the taste of sleeping pills and last night's cigar. A mono-brow was forming beautifully and he had finally grown a beard. Now it's beer for dinner, wine for dessert, and John Coltrane rasping loneliness in stereo. Louis admired his backside with the retractable mirror, reminding himself that old lovers could never forget that *** He reminded himself of his poetry, his dog; his back-catalogue trivia of white-boy lyrics was sure to make him a desired object, far away from her loving arms. He turned on the ceiling fan and dried out to the jingles and adverts that interceded the music he'd never cared to listen to before. The sad guitar and Indonesian flute spun webs of memories in hypnotic circles, keeping pace with the motor above. The picture ran clear in the half-lit room. Louis burned all his notebooks, for all the good it would do.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Louis
They say the black holes Are all in outer space; But I lived with my own, Hiding behind my face. There was never a night As dark as in my mind And from time to time It was as if I were blind. I couldn’t see reality Or see what was right. There was no truth I was afraid to fight. I heard the helpful words Of friends worried for me. But all their kindness Only managed to bore me. I told myself I was looking For something true and pure, And what that something was I was never all that sure. It was something about trust And feeling I was needed But drugs and alcohol always Came in and interceded. At first it was to help me To relax and be what I was, But soon it became a crutch And I could not see the cause. When I lost the ability to stop Once the first drink was taken. It seemed just a few months Then my integrity was forsaken. Still wanting someone to want me, My heart missing a huge chunk, I harbored a huge resentment that Nobody wanted a hopeless drunk. I kept ranting to God and the world That I needed a lover to be found. I never managed to realize It had to be the other way around. Then one day I saw that I Was in a downward spiral. The disease I was suffering from Was not something viral. And I would never get better. This was how it would be. The only soul to rescue me Was me. Only me.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
COMING TO
Winter let you down again. Hidden in layers, still your thin skin Breathes in every particle, every wave. In the heat of every symbol of love You grow cold and depraved. Beleaguer every drum, Every instrument of calm Until you are left with your breath And what happens when it is gone. Smoke a cigarette When your mind will not rest, Unwind in the secondhand sheets, The daily reminder Of your ineffable lack of sleep. The pills that you take; The ache of routine. The panic button, The false alarm, A new lease of life That swiftly lost its charm. The talisman of a heaven-sent sign; Extinguish the stars For the city light lullaby. Hear the ocean in waves of traffic, Hear the truth in interludes Interceded with static. Hold fast to the tracks You have trod before, The pyrrhic loss, Each opened door That seemed to close Each time you reached out, Each time you fumbled for change In your pockets of doubt. Winter let you down again, A dalliance with autumn, Your terminal friend. In the heat of love, You grew cold for shelter. Away from your moods That shift with the weather. Away from the rain that follows the storm, Another surrender; Another false dawn.
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
False Dawn
Life has never been the same since your last birthday When I made that phone call one fateful night You drove to my house, went out of your way And served as my people's beacon of light. You interceded with your stories of love So beautifully to make them understand that being true and genuinely happy are the most precious gifts at hand. You've taught me so many good things-- To be a good person is the loveliest of them all This I take with me wherever I go There's no battle to lose, we rise in every fall. A thousand thanks may never be enough To show you how really grateful I am A family I am to you, you've always acknowledged Know that I thank God for this strong bond. Now that you're to set foot on a foreign land There's nothing else I wish for you but a strong, steady heart, an unbreakable spirit, a love that lasts and dreams coming true.
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Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 11:01 PM UTC
To Maria Celeste
032020 You’ve let our doors close, And one time I heard You It was so quick but a banging in my heart... As You say we still don’t know what we’re doing. I thought it would be the end for us... For us as one nation and one world Fall short of Your glory each day It was never boring in Your presence. But Lord, here we are with our empty plans, Still asking for Your undying grace... You were never upset over us But You interceded instead. It was like Your uttered prayer in the Gethsemane, You’ve proved Your power to heal, You were so confident w/ Your might to save, And yes, I will believe over and over again. We have so much to offer And we’re no longer counting stars each night, But each day to rise again, We’re counting on You. So Lord, let You will overcome our fears For this world we never hold, Even this time we choose to lose our grip We are one in You.. and so be with us.
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
Gethsemane: The Prayer Mountain