Glory, King Jesus

Happy Monday (or Tuesday for those ahead of the game!). Here is my poem for today. It was originally posted here on 02 October 2017. 

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19 February 2016 | 22 February 2016

“Glory, King Jesus!”

Glory Lord; Obviously, Rightly Yours,
Totally – Only!
Joyous Expression, Solely Upon Sonhead.
Thankful Hallelujahs Ecstatically
Hailed – Into Great Haze;
Kindled – Ignited – Notably; Glory!
Opulent Faithfulness,
Abundant Lavish Libation,
Creation Raising Eager Applause To Incarnate One – Nobility!

 

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Societal Decadence

… … Another heavy one for Poetry Thursday! … …

This was originally published here on 19 December 2010. Slight revamps today.



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Round and round we go, on the journey of boisterous lost souls…

Babies make babies, taught in taboo to stay away from sex,
Yet, not kept from harm’s way, ill prepared for what’s next,
Instead, we pay cable companies to baby-sit everyday,
And let them explore the internet; they lose their way.
Boys and girls, formed by the hand of God, created to be royalty,
But wanting to fit in they fall short, embracing unhealthy loyalty.
Boys aspiring to be ‘cool’, sexing many girls, foolish to what’s in store,
Girls succumb, give their bodies away – crushed as they’re now impure.
Boys and girls, giving themselves away in the name of love,
Missing it’s lust they’re slipping their fingers in like a glove.
Many adults condemn, yet it’s them allowing the culture to slip;
Perpetuate the issue teaching hopelessness as the youth trip.
We have too many men taking advantage for their own desires,
Setting young bodies and souls ablaze with various consuming fires;
Adults loving this loose culture; sex has lost sacredness in truth,
As we have millions of broken homes filled with broken-hearted youth!

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Round and round we go, on the journey of boisterous lost souls…

A bullet rips through the mind of a teacher, trigger pulled by student,
As he felt this teacher didn’t care and saw him as imprudent,
Can’t stop! He continues his rage, shooting those he thought smarter,
Situation is unbelievable and unexpected; surreal as it grows tarter,
The peer who said he was good-for-nothing made part of the disposal,
And the young lady that outright denied his movie night proposal,
Screams pour into the hallway with the guns every fiery flash,
And in the room, tears upon the floor ever the greater splash;
Another takes a bullet – once she knocked a pencil off of his desktop –
And then this young man shoots one yelling “Please Sam, stop!”.
How could this be; bad parenting, video games and violent TV?
Or was it from his science class where this young man began to see,
He had no purpose to his life as he simply evolved from an ape,
Realizing in this doctrine he was only an animal; mind took shape,
Tired of being put down! Today, he put himself on top of the food chain,
Then sirens filled the room from outside; realizing this was all in vain.
Pools of blood around the room – one was severely wounded, ten dead –
Large tears in his eyes, he let the last bullet fly through his own head.

Round and round we go, on the journey of boisterous lost souls…

A brand new baby girl, this princess full of innocence, beauty and grace,
Her face kisses the air for the first time, a new phase in this life’s race,
She cries her first known tears, yet she’s been anticipating this day.
Pain rips the back of her head, screams loudly finding the words to say.
Not fully out of her mother as the pain grows worse; she screams more –
It seems she will never know just what her life would had in store –
A cold metal rod shoves into the new hole in her head’s back,
The man stirred the rod around, everything faded to black,
Liquefied brains pour out of the hole, pouring like a slow faucet,
Her mother – for the moment only – relieved that she has lost it.
This child found herself lying in the arms of a man clothed in white,
Crying ceased, lying in peace, gazing into fiery eyes burning bright,
She began to notice large tears beginning to flow down His face;
“Precious daughter of mine, you are so beautiful in your white lace,
You are safe in my arms now; I’ll deal with them in time’s perfect pace.”

Round and round we go, on the journey of boisterous lost souls…

© Joshua Curtis, 2010-2019

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Old Friend

 

27 May 2019

“Old Friend”

We have been through … life,
Lifted me when low,
Leveled me when high,
Bound me to my wife,
Calmed every fear,
Support through each why,
Hope for any despair,
Joy for life’s sorrow,
Comfort for each tear,
Peace for tomorrow,
Vision for each year.

Your familiar smell,
Comfort of known touch,
Peace from spoken words,
Challenged from your truth,
Focus when you open,
High standards bring growth,
Faithful are your wounds,
A true friend always,
Other bound friends around,
Thankful for them too,
But your love and grace
Outshine among them!

 

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© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Trusting

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“Ms. Luna”

22 May 2019

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© Joshua Curtis, 2019

 

“Ms. Luna”

Solidly smooth
Liquid ice
As you adorn the night sky
With your silky
Shimmering, dazzling,
Silvery gown
Your beauty, wondrous woman,
Arrests the breath
From men’s lungs
For each dazzle
Eyes captured – hung –
As the stars gaze upon you

 

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For me, often you have been
A comfort in the dark; when lost
Ease the pain and plight,
Strength in the fight;
Guidance in flight
As my life twisted and turned;
Shambles – smokey and burned –
Heart so knotted, and,
Stuck in my throat,
Words couldn’t pass
No matter how well plotted

 

Tears filled every crevasse,
Anointing my beard like Aaron’s oil
Emotions boil
Life foils

 

My baby girl. Why?!
Is she going to be alright?!
Was she…? How did this…?
Her, in … …

words fumble
chocked up … …

no ! … …

I … … can’t breathe,
Babe, I’ll hold you! …
Hold me … This doesn’t make any …

cence!

I try to work through
The – pain – so – deep
Still working both jobs

 

After the night job –
I know my wife needs me, but
I just need time –
I drive back to the first
Sitting in a dark parking lot
A mermaid looks down upon me
Sitting on the hood of the car,
World upside down,
Tears stream relentlessly,
I look up

 

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Ms. Luna, shining so bright,
How can this beauty exist
As I persist in this muck and mire
I am reminded of past Sukkots
Community strong as your soft glow
Blows through each lattice hole

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Weeks later, lying on an unfamiliar floor,
At the feet of my children – fast asleep –
Soul’s so heavy I can barely breathe,
I  –  can’t  –  sleep
I pray and I pray
Yearning for comfort
Then you peak, epic-ally,
Through the slit in the blinds –
Mind – for a moment – unwinds.
We serve the same Master
I see the light you reflect
As you bring comfort

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So many other times you have been there
In my lowest points … …

Father, thank you for your gifts.
Ms. Luna, thank you for your beauty
That has turned my tides …

 

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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“The Gathering Clouds”

To catch up from yesterday’s post, this is a poem I first published here on 9/3/2015. There still may be some truth to this! 

 

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November 19, 2009

“The Gathering Clouds”

Off in the distance, with great persistence, a gathering sets in –
At the brink of our shore, ever present the more, upon our horizon –
A gathering of fierce and tenacious clouds,
Armed with deeply deluging waters,
Masterful lighting and explosive thunder.
This storm is sweeping and leaping upon us,
At an alarming rate.
Our nation dancing on the cliff of destruction –
Foolishly tip-toeing the edge without caution,
Thinking it both wise and fun –
Mocking and laughing in the face of God; not heeding conviction.
This storm is coming first to draw a line in the sand;
A line betwixt the house and the portico of the Almighty!

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

 

 

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God’s Word – A Poem

Originally written in 2009. Originally posted 10/14/2016.

 

 

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“God’s Word”

Powerfully prolific proclamations pour forth from the pinnacled port of God’s heart –
Ecstatical – exuberantly and enthusiastically exegete upon us like elaborate equations
Simultaneously stating simple and profound statements – sagaciously storytelling
Rapidly revealing in repetition renown reputation and desired relationships
Utterly unfolding understanding of his unyielding and unending love and unity
Decrees displayed and delivered dynamically and dramatically to us with his desire,
Predicated Explicitly on Submission – Rescue before the Ultimate Day!

© Joshua Curtis, 2009, 2019

 

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Young Poet!

The other day, I was sitting out on the porch working on writing Xenophobic. It was approaching dinner time and my oldest daughter – who is seven – came out to announce this fact. I have shared some of my poems before with the kids and she, in particular, loves words and stories. I only had three lines at this point and she asked me to read them. I read what I had so far and she, of course, followed up with a few questions. Then, she wanted to write on the page her own poem. This tickled me. However, since her heralding of dinnertime seemed to be derailed, my wife followed up with her announcement – it was time to move our feet!

After dinner, my daughter went right back to her request. I obliged and handed over my notebook and pen, instructing her to write on the page next to the one I was using. She finished her first masterpiece with great joy and delight and showed me straight away. She asked if I wanted her to read it to me, and I said, “Yes! Of course!” She proceeded without an ounce of hesitation. She then went and read it to her mother, granny and paw paw!

I told her I was going to post it on my website. So, without further ado, my “Y” post, and my oldest’s first poem! I pray you enjoy!

 

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© Joshua Curtis, 2019 | E. Curtis, 2019 – text and picture

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Xenophobic

I apologize for being absent the last few days. The point of this challenge is to publish daily. My bad!

Let’s push onward!


1 May 2019

“Xenophobic”

“Families; arise!” The voice rumbled in song,
The words echoing deeply, far and long;
Lion, majestically perched on the hill.
The soil in the field around shakes, stirs,
Arising bones, fangs, brains, and various furs,
A host of families standing in awe – still.

 

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Emeralds, jaspers and sapphires; eyes burn bright,
As they gaze upon the Lion, radiating golden light,
Groaning stirs in a cacophony of praise;
Panthers, cheetahs, cougars, tigers – among the crowd –
Made in the glorious Lion’s likeness, and proud,
Living amongst each other – blessed days.

 

 

As seasons pass, the families move out to other lands,
Spend less time with the Lion – souls erode from time’s sands,
Skirmishes began then escalate to ugly battles;
Removing their beautiful eyes from the Lion’s glory,
They forgot their majesty and their place in the story,
Trading royalty to be evil’s slaughtered cattle.

 

 

Cheetahs begin hating panthers for fur so dark,
Panthers hate cheetahs because they run like a spark,
Both hate tigers for their majestic stripes;
Differences emphasized as the hate continues to rise,
More eagerly they believe lies, little do they realize,
They all reflect majesty with their various types.

 

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One day a magnificent light bursts from the forgotten field,
Uncertain and nervous, but to curiosity they all begin to yield,
Back towards the hill they quietly stalk;
But what they found gave shock and awe,
As a pure white lamb is the sight they saw,
Approach with intentions ill; whispering hideous talk.

 

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Evil brought unity – to kill them lamb, one accord –
But as they draw nigh, fear pierced as a sword,
Radiating from the lamb, life, grace and power;
A fiery serpent leapt from shadows, attacking lamb’s leg,
The lamb collapsed as darkness fell – situation vague –
Yet many leap for the body to devour.

 

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Yet, unable as conviction rippled through, something was wrong!
Many wandered off, but a few stayed and united in a mournful song,
Tears discolored fur; then, a great flash!
The lamb arose and became the Lion they once knew,
As the scarred leg crushed the serpent’s head; sky cleared to blue.
Lion died for their faults, no more need to clash!

 

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Those who believed, their foolish quarrels his grace their  smothers,
They remain united in variance as the Lion’s children, brothers,
They choose life, remaining in the field of light;
The others choose the darkness, acting more like rats or bats,
Forgetting their beauty, killing others for being the wrong cats;
They trade life for abundant xenophobic plight.

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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War Declarations

This is another old one. It is in need of some editing to be sure! I don’t really want to post it for that reason, but it’s a place that still speaks to me and the growth I hope to continue to make, so I’m putting it out there. Maybe I can post an edited version soon, we’ll see. Anyway, hope it’s semi-enjoyable and/or relatable.


© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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