POEM OF THE DAY
When you arrive at Sydney, sailing up
The harbour, a small central isle you'll see;
With two or three low huts, but not a tree,
Nor blade of grass,-upon't; and, on the top,
A score of men, in coarse habiliments,
Hewing the rock away. You may remember,
Among the many evil-traced events
Of a town life, some robbery, when December
Brought on the long, dark nights-a neighbour's boy
Tried for't, and banished. He, perchance, is one,
Who yonder lift the pickaxe in the sun
To level Pinchgut Island! If e'er joy
Gladden'd your heart on England's shore, oh! Never
Forget that Englishmen are banished here for ever.
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed.
We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant.
His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall.
He left us a key, but how did it fit? “Feel me
to do right.” Did it mean that, though he died, he would be felt
through some aperture, or by some unseen instrument
our dad just then had come to know? So, to do right always,
we need but feel his spirit? Or was it merely his apology
for dying? “Feel that I do right in not trying,
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
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Very large is a car's windshield
So small is a rearview mirror;
Because the things of the past yield
To the promise of the future.
In a desperate state of panic; From the crowd I shouted, 'Why? ' The priests said, 'Crucify Him! ' Officials yelled the same reply! In my bitterness I questioned, 'God, how can this be? ' I felt an anger surge inside - Like a fire consuming me! I begged, 'Don't let them kill my Son In this God-forsaken place! ' The guards strip and scourge Him And they spit upon His face! They try to steal His dignity With their searing, ruthless scorn; And pierce His tender head With a twisted crown of thorns A purple robe is thrown on Him More taunting then ensues; They try to make a fool of Him Yelling, 'Hail, King of the Jews! ' 'Have mercy now! Please let Him go! Let me hold Him in my arms; Let me hide Him from this brutal place That brings Yeshua harm! Abba, please come quickly now Reveal Your mighty hand; Stop these foolish people They do not understand! Blood is flowing down His brow; My body shakes in fear; Why is this world unjustly cruel To One who is so dear? I'm caught up in the frenzy Down this dirty, wretched path; Tainted with the wickedness Of evil, human wrath So weary on this cursed road That robs men of his breath; This endless, rugged hill I trudge Reeks of ruthless death! I look beyond the mob; My heavy eyes can see; More of Herod's merciless men Wait in authority? How could they be so cruel To Kill a man, adored? Do they know the One they'll crucify Is the Chosen One, the Lord? They cast His body to the ground; Oh God, is this the plan? They hammer rusty nails Through his tender feet and hands! I hear the whaling of His voice In my sinking sense of loss; They raise Him from the dusty ground And hang Him on a cross! A haunting silence now remains Have the powers of Hell now won? Does Satan whisper in the ears Of those who mock my Son? My knees give way and I collapse; My precious Son is slain! I cry out to the heavens, 'God, from this, what will they gain? ' My beloved one stands by my side In despair and misery; Yeshua speaks some final words To comfort John and me He looks up to the Heavens And cries, begrudgingly, Saying, 'Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthami! ' The world does not deserve the love Revealed upon His face; Yeshua gives His life up now In the perfect moment of grace! The Earth begins to tremble As if to bring the world great scorn; And then my ears behold the sound Of a curtain being torn! In the midst of mass confusion The people freeze in fear; The Holy Spirit lets me know That the Kingdom of God is near! As the Mother of the Son of God I know the Father's will; And stand in awe of what is done Prophecy fulfilled! January,2012 Leslie Ann Rummel
05 My 05
So much years in the frontier
And still breathing,
This place is the awesome of the world,
Even the land wanted me dead
Like A Steering Wheel
Prayer is not like a
That you just pull out when you feel
The wound of your heart doesn't heal
The cowboy was fluting under the setting sun
The old fishing man was fishing beside the wild ferry
Sigh And Envy
Sigh And Envy
The young swallow understands that the pine ridge is high
The fish knows that the lotus pond is shallow
On the ancient road, the red plums diligent to make up
On the long causeway, the green willows clever to dress up
The people aren't old bathing in the spring light
The meaning picking up the autumn fruits is infinite
Lasting Rhymes Don't End
Lasting Rhymes Don't End
The willow rhymes in front of the window is more charming
On the table, the plum fragrance at first intoxicates a writing brush
Poets And Fairies
Poets And Fairies
Life always returnx to zero
let go of your feelings, please
'N' is for the 'NEVER-ENDING qualities in you!
'U' is your 'UNWAVERING' strength in everything you do!
'R' is for 'RESPONDER', which you are in every way!
'S' is all the 'SACRIFICES' made by you, each day!