I had a dream the other night
that had me smiling with delight:
A couple with their backs to me
were taking vows of holy matrimony.
My delight turned to suspicion, for lo!
for the minister presiding was Waldo
Emerson? Then the couple in solemn tone
said “I do” pledging their love to each alone,
as they turned to face the congregation
applauding with joyous acclamation.
That’s when I recognized the bride
as none other than Amheart’s pride
Emily Dickinson, the eccentric
poet-spinster, the groom the pseudo rustic
Henry David Thoreau, of Walden Pond!
But even the best of unions are not beyond
the paranormal. And when he took her
to his self-built “mansion”,on seeing it
she grew pale and pleaded loudly in a fit:
Take me back to my father’s house this night
there’ll be no wild nights in this shack tonight!
let's make a joyful noise
as we sing songs to our Lord
let us strum a guitar, beat a drum
and tickle the piano key board
in harmony, in sync
let our voices now be raised
as we give our Lord God
all of our praise
with pious psalms of devotion .
theological tunes of a spiritual notion
reverent rhymes of acclamation
loving lyrics of a Christian affiliation
so let's make a joyful noise
as we praise and worship God
a Christ filled cacophony
from the depths of our hearts
truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we felt in our bones
in time dissolved meditation
by unseeking seeker
As children of the Light of the World
We're like bright sun for others, we shine
We’re made to share the truth of His words
Guided by His wisdom, so divine.
Holy Spirit dwells and empowers
At fervor prayers and meditation
We feel God’s presence and power
Spiritual breakthrough to acclamation.
Letting His light sit in our heart’s throne
No darkness but courage amidst the storms
And be physically sound down the bone
When spiritual health brightens and reforms.
Let situations
Be your motivation
For restoration.
With acclamation.
Let no aberration
Nor excoriation,
Disturb your focus.
Stay put in your direction.
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her swirling wind gathers them in abundant number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with crystals of snow.
Corrupt farm, disdainful politics
Corrupt farm, unedifying ethics
The Lion gorges the subservient animals but not grass page
Or even does he gobble other feeds in the forest sage
The pronghorns fight it hard to progress
And they feed with apprehension and distress.
When they do require of the Lion—
To give a good reason why he devours them like any minion,
He reminds them of being "The King of the Jungle"
So he continues his diabolical project as a noble.
The grass and fowls of the air remain spared
'Cause no, not sufficient antelopes to make them seared.
The foreign vipers intrude awry
With an acclamation of being their profound territory
But they have come with the interest of politics
Dirty politics!
So they play it well, even more than the crown himself.
These adders bite the innocent beasts of their treasures to will of self.
With the injection of putridity and selfishness
Their anchor of theft and greediness.
Corruption drinks poverty!
All because of a bad conductor of no hearty.
Star that twinkles up, up, up, and high
It shines the brightest in the darkest night sky
Its radiance, so bright, attracts the peeping slime
To adore it everytime
Brightly shining star that is adored in silence
Even hate is used as a masquerade
To hide the acclamation and brazen the conscience
For one can't just mimic its shade
Its shade of bright hues is rare and unique
Like colors interlaced in a woven fabric
Many envy it and want to mimic
But only few can clique
The crabs and the crocs want to be like it
But the heart of its radiance is difficult to hit
That is where the pulling begins to condense
May its radiance become more immense
Until Now
David J Walker
This poem was waiting for
The right paper before
It is said
It is Written
of
Printed plain words
until now
unspoken
Thoughts and hearts in clouds
Crowds of dry denizens crying in the dust
Until now
Unbroken
On the edge of ether and untried ideas
Of silent sentiments forming the Brokering Reinforcements
Until now
Unavowed nor
Vetted in sentiments of censored compunctions
Flowing in moonlit waterfall forests
Until now
Unnoticed
the Winer is welcomed with inevitable approbation
And essential acclamation while privately negotiating with Spring
Until now
We thought winter might never end
With summers anticipation
When mind is in the moment, thoughtlessness prevails"
~
Keep your mind away from thoughts that rebound
Hear the mesmerizing melodic music of surround
Bask in the bewitching beauteous objects that astound
Sense all the sensations you skin has sensed around
Inhale the myriad magnetic fragrances floating around
Experience boundless bounteous bliss of God abound
Mindfulness leads to cessation
Of thoughts, the causation
Of our miseries, our vexation
Mindfulness makes us aware of creation
Leading to captivation
Then to our admiration
And acclamation
Of love of God flowing without cessation
When thoughts end
Vibrations ascend
We transcend
The body
Situated in Samadhi
experiences bliss eternal
Sees soul internal
Attains salvation
Instant elation
To final destination
Lift thy voice in joyful praise
Songs of adoration
May our tongues combine to raise
Joyful exultation
Join the chorus gathered round
Where the seeker may be found
In the walls and hallowed ground
Of this congregation
Christ the Lord was born to gain
Righteous acclamation
Celebrate the Master’s reign
Join the jubilation
Jesus Christ has won the fight
For the sake of truth and right
Sing His glory day and night
Songs of Exaltation
For the souls of men he died
Without condemnation
Fear and hate were thus denied
Wrongful accusation
In His might He beat the grave
For the souls He came to save
By the love He freely gave
Without hesitation
In Gethsemane He bled
By His dedication
For the souls of man he plead
Heartfelt supplication
Now the healing may begin
Christ has paid the price of sin
For the peace of God to win
Holy habitation.
Our God is bountiful because
He gives rain and sunshine for trees and vines,
Foods for all birds, all critters in the garden;
And God is bountiful because
He places His children in wide green fields,
Gives wisdom and strength to catch more fish;
His grace is overflowing,
Heavenly gifts are countless,
Lord’s blessings are immeasurable,
We adore Him, read poems of thanksgiving,
Sing songs of acclamation all day long,
He’s our God of Providence and Provision.
Our God is bountiful because
He’s pouring out limitless love,
To survive this world by entering our hearts
God lead us to an Everlasting Treasure;
His Richest Kingdom by His Precious Words.
Our God is bountiful because…
Oct. 25, 2020 5.02pm
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her winds gather them together, in profuse number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with flakes of snow.
~October 14, 2020~ ~Autumn Quintain ~
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
As all marigolds assemble for their rhapsodic choir,
Gentle breeze pirouettes to send their fragrant smiles;
Canopy of clouds bless the new radiance in huge files,
While the sun’s confetti on verdant plains drape the mire.
All roaring waters put silence on their vibrant ensembles,
Oceans and seas beckon all wanderlusts and beach lovers;
While waterfalls' rustling cascade conducts their best alto singers,
Nature sings in great acclamation for this month’s marvels.
While the season produces lots of round fruits in the fields,
Craters weigh in tones for many consumption and creations;
God’s October Blessings call for many thanksgiving celebrations,
Delightful children cheer with their hallow-outfits and face shields.
Oct. 3, 2020 10.36pm
Gone
is the beauty that once cast
softened shadows along the land held fast.
Gone
are the beaches blown in sand
away as continual flames are fanned.
Gone
is the promise of freedom, laid upon the pathway and its deeds
where blood and heroes, truth and integrity once more bleeds.
America
who are you now amid the air so thick and acrid
What dreams and promises do you still hold sacred?
Footsteps erased by time and greed
ruled by liars and deniars of truth and its beliefs
who lives to restore our integrity?
Gone
lost to history, honesty, honor, praise and acclamation
the hope and dreams of a once-rising strong nation.
Shadows now
appear to be, all that remains
what is lost, what have you gained?
America
still within the burning embers
what legacy will be remembered?
Christ, by the highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
--From Hymn Hark the Herald Angel Sing by Charles Wesley
Come all my sisters and brothers
We glorify God in the highest heaven
His promising words live forever
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting Name!
All creations proclaim Thy words
Mountains, seas and plains rise in acclamation
Rainbow has captured God’s great works
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting Name!
All life’s storms cease… never reside
Christ’s divine mercy and salvation – so strong
His Holy Spirit strengthens - He guides
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting name!
Jesus, Thy faithfulness is constant!
To You we adore Thee, only Thee Alone
Our Father whom we run to or rant
Holy! Holy Lord! Thy Everlasting name!
July 23, 2020 10.35am
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Inspired by my family’s favorite Christmas hymn where we also got my youngest brother’s name. When I was 18yrs-2oyrs old, I taught DVCS on summer to young people in our local Methodist Church. Aside from teaching the doctrine, I also taught them about the founders of Methodism, the Wesley brothers.
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