"ransomed" poems
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What is—”Paradise”—
Who live there—
Are they “Farmers”—
Do they ***
Do they know that this is “Amherst”—
And that I—am coming—too—
Do they wear “new shoes”—in “Eden”—
Is it always pleasant—there—
Won’t they scold us—when we’re homesick—
Or tell God—how cross we are—
You are sure there’s such a person
As “a Father”—in the sky—
So if I get lost—there—ever—
Or do what the Nurse calls “die”—
I shan’t walk the “Jasper”—barefoot—
Ransomed folks—won’t laugh at me—
Maybe—”Eden” a’n't so lonesome
As New England used to be!
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"No more romance" she said
A seductive brunette trying to hide her age
And get what she wants
Come as a guest
Leave as a paramour
It's not my fault
No, no, no way. Look at her
She have already ransomed her fault
Notorious and lonely at the same time
I believe in godesses, yeah I do
Oh my God, you are real
I see you every time I get lonely
You are everywhere
Past don't want to let me free
Freedom is my inspiration
I want to be free
I want to recover my inspiration
No more one-night stands just creation
Lying to myself
Maybe I should change my name to Ophelia
It sounds so enchantingly
I believe in godesses, yeah I do
Oh my God, you are real
I see you every time I get lonely
You are everywhere
Past don't want to let me free
I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
With your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground and the world spinning round forever
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
I believe in godesses, yeah I do
Oh my God, you are real
I see you every time I get lonely
You are everywhere
Past don't want to let me free
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
I am only an ocean, a great rage and the ever-sinking sea
Lamenting every marred sailor forged in the waters of Galilee
No more shall sailors mourn a forgotten plea:
A ransom for hell, where devils run free
Forgive and forget
But never forget my eyes
The rage you lament
Remains lost to solemn lies
You are only now, only here, and solemnly mine,
For what is brimstone but ash beneath the dying brine?
You are my sword, my heart and my final lament and plea
Forget not my mind lost to hell’s every subtlety
There is only rage that awaits among this sea
Forever pining for a ransomed eternity.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
oh better not say that
mind of hell
tongue of heaven
better not think depraved
veiled demon, licking ******** for car payments
God watches
what will people think
am i good person
birthday face
shut eyed stiff
not dangerous, like a gun in the face
did i say the right thing,
cypher of morality
the knot of good, a slow strangle
a frightened worm
wont risk tears
eeek
here come the scissors
technology brains wired like weaponized monkeys
eater of crumbs
heatless heart ransomed for the ******* rent
can i evaporate
like a dead cat in a black box
better then tripping all over my self
strings attached with hooks
on shunted limbs
a relic of modernism,
office life
talking scapegoats hissing
always haunted by what's missing
guts spilling through clutched fingers
apologizing to a faceless crowd of sea shells
and bagged heads
minds like the small screens
sitting all day
frenetic fingers and burning eyes
exhaling only
there's a part of me thats been crying since birth
be careful
what you do
in the land of the free and the brave
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
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Left in immortal Youth
On that low Plain
That hath nor Retrospection
Nor Again—
Ransomed from years—
Sequestered from Decay
Canceled like Dawn
In comprehensive Day—
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(a poem in Haiku and Senryu)
Draw a stick figure
future - sadly diminished
and chaos ransomed.
Paint the landscape
with the sweltering glare
of global warming.
Add micro-plastic
and forever chemical
flavorings to taste.
Come share this
with me - let kisses heal and
soft whispers inflame.
Some locks need two keys
to open, some heavens can
be reached by mortals.
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A song for this:
All Gone Away by The Style Council
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
Unraveling views emanated from a glaring Light,
Silhouetted rainbows were of colors of black and white;
Trying to dis-remember the past on living in a lonely gray,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.
Take me with you, my Lord, and I shall be healed;
Your every word kisses the pain from afar — I kneel.
You will be a fortress, and I will be safe on your massive walls,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.
In Your undying Arms, I found my refuge and strength,
I will behold — though this ransomed world will be shaken;
I will stay — though mountains will be carried into the sea,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.
Jesus, You ceased the waging war between myself,
I am a sinner; confusions parched the rivers of my beliefs,
Yet I came to you, kneeling, with broken vows and promises,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.
Forgive me my Savior.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
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He told a homely tale
And spotted it with tears—
Upon his infant face was set
The Cicatrice of years—
All crumpled was the cheek
No other kiss had known
Than flake of snow, divided with
The Redbreast of the Barn—
If Mother—in the Grave—
Or Father—on the Sea—
Or Father in the Firmament—
Or Brethren, had he—
If Commonwealth below,
Or Commonwealth above
Have missed a Barefoot Citizen—
I’ve ransomed it—alive—
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** When we shall see the ransomed host ,
Oh ! what a joy unspeakable,
All nations gathered, kindreds , tongues
With God to dwell.
In a twinkling , in a twinkling,
Glory ! Hallelujah !
We'll be raptured , to His *****
Shouting 'Maranatha' !
Sweet voices blend with one accord,
To worship God.
The days are fleeting , end is nigh,
A precious thought to every saint,
We've waited long for that bright morn,
And ne'er did faint.
The kingdom cometh , reign of peace,
When God is King , then blissful mirth,
The saints with him as Kings and priests
Return to earth.
In days of yore the saints foretold,
That God would dwell with mortal men,
The earth restored , as Eden was,
For sons of men.
Then as the rose the deserts bloom ,
No maimed are there , no blind, no dumb,
When lamb and wolf with leopard lie,
Thy Kingdom come. **
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
**It's for me on the tree He endured agony,
What a beautiful thought to my soul;
It was love and for me, what a sight Calvary,
It was there that He ransomed my soul.
Dearer than gold , dearer than gold,
Yes , the Saviour is dearer than gold,
Dearer than gold , dearer than gold,
There is no other plea, and for sinners like me,
How enticing Thy Word to my ear,
When Thou came seeking me that as mortal to be,
Perfect love hath now cast out all fear.
Through the stripes laid on Thee, there is healing for me,
Balm of Heaven my sickness to cure,
Thy compassion I see, reaching wide as the sea,
For Thy promise is steadfast and sure.
Though the ages I'll know of the sufferings , He bore,
Mercy soundeth like harps out of Zion,
And the sages of old , they shall sing of this lore,
All the glory to Judah's great Lion.
Let the sinner now know, Christ hath crushed the great foe,
Cruel Satan, thy siting is no more,
Hoist the banner to show that through faith we shall go,
And that boldly , through Jesus our Door.**
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Oh! that you were born on Wednesday
then thou can doth as wednesday does
tis not thy fate to ply that road
Look away now child, fight not the cards
tis not your fate, tis not your fate
for only maidens wend to war and horses ride
for ye are the offspring of Wednesday
tis not your station to question wherefore
think not of it my child, let fate decide
It is tabooed to search for the eagle's nest
only they were borne to doth these things
thy worth, tis ransomed by thy skin
resplendent as a future past, that never beest
and lo that road was never walked
By him
Or her
Or we
Or they
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
**When none was found to ransom me, He was found worthy.
To set world of sinners free, He was found worthy.
Oh, the bleeding Lamb ! Oh, the bleeding Lamb !
Oh , the bleeding Lamb , He was found worthy.
To take the book and loose the seal , He was found worthy.
To bruise the head that bruised His heel , He was found worthy.
To bridge the gulf'twixt man and God, He was found worthy.
And save the rebels by His blood, He was found worthy.
To open wide the gates of heaven , He was found worthy.
To Him all Majesty is given , He was found worthy.
To reign o'er all the ransomed race, He was found worthy.
I've tasted of His saving grace, He was found worthy.
His blood has washed me white as snow, He was found worthy.
And to His fulness I shall grow, He was found worthy.**
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
Israel foreshadowed in Egypt
Untouched by the Plaques
Passed over by the Destroyer
Egypt broken and bowed
With strangers, Israel walked free
Handsomely ransomed, a nation is born
So shall Israel again be in the Tribulation
As light for sight and salt to taste
And again with strangers
In haste and with bitterness
Come out of the World
Raptured as the First born of God
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
Three sisters of foul prophecy
sharing one tooth and one ocular oddity
A great hero came entering the sisters cave alone
Wanting to inquire the whereabouts of the cursed stone
The hero requesting information for what he desired
he ransomed their eye for what he required
Being threatened the sisters gave the information he bequeathed
In returned he gave back the eye of which he seized
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
Stole what they could, destroyed the best
encrypted the remains, ransomed the rest
They found a way in, probably electronic mail
sneaking like a weasel, and all that, that entails
Shrieking in glee, streaming the Internet
reveling with cronies, they've never seen, or met
Socially awkward children, living in the liquid crystal glow
holding their virginity, fan boys, wallowing a hero show
Black hats worn, in darkened caves
darknet files, and tools that they've saved
Fat fingers fly, on gaming boards
over twinky crumbs, and hot pocket hoards
Hacker hacker, not found everywhere
hacking machines, on whim, and a dare
When dinner is served, Mommy will call
waddling from the basement, and slinking the hall
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
A Rich man laid trapped in an evil desert obis.
Meanwhile a bounty hunter searched for a disabled elder a miss.
He heard the screams desperate deep and blurted.
He ignored his senses, weighting risk like none had heard it.
His body walked on but his nose smelt loot.
He risked his life and clawed him out honey to scoop.
Boosted on shoulders the triumph tasted lick on sweet!
A statue I will make in your honor for your courageous feet!
“No need I’m just happy your safe no need for honor!”
But deep in the invisible dark silence he brood for his daughter.
Then a stench of half eaten carcass ransomed the moment gross and misplaced.
Staring in disgust they agreed “What a pitiful disgrace!
The day before walked the elder man whom was blind and mute.
He heard a cry from the soil and searched in earnest for the root
He clapped his hands and stomped his feet
Risking his very life in blind eyes deceit
Grabbing at the wind, tired broken in vain.
The rich man heard his noisy attempts and cursed his name.
That didn't stop the blind and mute man from trying.
Instead a jagged stone gashed open his leg leaving him bleeding and dying.
The grains of the dessert soaked the earth and cried for his rest.
As the coyotes fought over his wounded flesh....
The rich man claimed “my life I swear will be in your place!!”
With his last bit of life the old man wished the man in the pit would be safe................................
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
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Let it out
Let love in
Let it go
Let love win
Love every soul you see
Make love for lovers' sakes
Make happiness make glee
Mend all folks real or fake
My end will come from my beginning
No happenstance no random chance
Nor penance, plucking from your winning
No loss from staunch opponent's lance
Oh would that we could wane
Our dim dichotomies' details donned;
Outside this window pane
Oh wildest winds, we want to wander!
Penance plunders grace
Perchance, do you hear laughter?
Pick up your fallen face
Quick think: what are you after?
Remember what was ransomed
Remarkable requests are made
Requisite responses that result
Sacred sacrifice - ransom paid
So stop the secret scratching
Soothe your screaming skin
The way your thoughts keep hatching;
That tell-tale heart ticking within,
Take a look around
This is a lucky life we live
Though time takes senses: sight, and sound
Taste, scent, and touch - like sand through sieve
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
oh better not say that
weaving tongue
better not cut my ***** off
with malignant algorithm's
better not think lions shredding hyenas
while veiled demons lick ******** for car payments
and boarder children gnash heaping tears of blood
desperate for their parents loving arms
and soft troubled kisses
God looks upon his creation and says
"and it is good"
what will people think
am i a nice person
birthday face
shut eyed stiff
not dangerous, like a gun in the face
did i say the right thing,
cypher of morality
the knot of good, a slow strangle
a frightened worm
that wont risk tears
eeek
here come the scissors
technology brains wired like weaponized monkeys
eater of crumbs
heatless heart ransomed for the ******* rent
can i disappear
like a dead cat in a black box
better then tripping all over my self
strings attached with hooks
to digital shunted limbs
relics of modernism,
office life
boring like seamless gray linoleum
talking scapegoats hissing
always haunted by what's missing
guts spilling through clutched fingers
apologizing to a faceless crowd of sea shells
and bagged heads
spread sheet minds like computer screens
sitting all day, tabulators
data schmata
narrow chairs; bellies cascade and bloat
frenetic fingers and burning eyes
lungs exhaling only
robo faux; shut up
happy chappy snappy
key punchers
punched out
there's a part of me thats been crying since birth
be careful
the wolf is at the door
in this land;
the land of the free and the brave
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
grand those fortunes
which still pour,
grains of purest sugar
from sores in sacks where it's kept
they never bother the floors -
hillocks at times swept
for country club dues,
or spent on jaguars
the youngsters will drive -
it refills from endless supply,
now out of ransomed dreams
a rabble may dare,
repaid in their knees
and knuckles worn bare
bleeding tremolite lungs of old men
lending respectability to old names,
ensuring children's safe distance
from wizened brown limbs
of people forefathers traded,
broken black bodies hidden
in mounds of white wealth,
heathen souls saved at the altar,
naked but for irons they wore
lives mortgaged for
their good Christian deaths
all for sweetness
of more.
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Forsaken anew; / failure’s company
Saturnine, my soul; / assurance broken
Order to chaos; / fractured symmetry
Alone with failure / Hope was yet token
Blood in the mirror / oozing lethargy
The instrument held / in the victim’s hand
Lambasted pride’s pith; / pain the elegy
Drip down, down to dirt; /soul’s vice reprimand
The high price paid for / blind cowardice proud
To slough shamed sin sets /my soul to quail
Failure to stop pride; /sanguine stained I stand
My blood measures short, /to sin-siege, I fail
But God is faithful, / redeemer belov’d
His blood ransomed me; /Praise to Him who loves
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 11:44 PM UTC
in a tiny hotel
with only one room
and a single bed
that folds up into a chair
a light flickers throughout the night
people go there to forget
to forgive
to disintegrate
to reinvigorate
my story is of a woman
stressed in multiples
and tired from prayer
she unlayers herself for sleep
first the anvil
then the gun
she dreams of stark blues
and ransomed kisses
she awakens in a house
a 1000 miles away
her husband is not her husband
her children are not her children
her life, somebody else’s,
she can only smile
as she awaits a brand new day...
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 4:47 PM UTC
Yesterday's shadows called me back
beyond the dooryard lane
trodden with laughter that swings through the years
on nature's windowpane.
A seed of mercy cracks the earth
tangled with neglect
a letter spun from heaven's heartbeat
swallowing my debt.
The startled shoots of dormant faith
tremble at morning's first blush
and choke the frozen roots of fear
beneath the Savior's touch.
The infant leaf unwraps its strength
ransomed by the Lord
and thrusts away its broken bonds
abandoned to His Word.
I'll tarry by the feet of Jesus
carried by the cross
that sprouts a crown of matchless grace
for all who wander lost.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
Heroic in the face of fate,
nooses cinched about the nape,
ransomed at the city's gate,
sackcloth their adorning drape.
Bearing keys to England's King,
the six against a town compared.
Bad omens that their death may bring,
thus the burghers' lives were spared.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
...want M&M's right now!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDXIX)
Out where a fragile silence listens, pale
Sweet minutes on their honour as suspense
Hangs like the rick'ty signboard of what hence
Shall cough ere giving voice, yes, in that frail
Calm rain does not quite tiptoe through t'avail,
The voiceless naught is keenly for intents
Half harking to what we don't hear from thence
In all our haste to be, I search for bail.
Old pools of water, silver-faced, don't stir,
And crickets gently fiddle; cars pass through,
Truck sans a care, weeds look too yellow to
Be ransomed, and the eaves drip. Oh, what were
We thinking, really? Death knocks 'gain in tour
Yet we feign not to notice. Ah, what's new?
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC