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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“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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Ubiquity

 

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26 April 2019

 

1 . Sun begins quest; invigorates life and beauty  – warmth to all

2. Water cultivates blessings; bequeaths life through stages yielded

3. Stars uniquely blaze; inquisition sparked at their shining glory

4. Creatures unequivocally abound – in quiet abundance – our joy

5. Pupils and irises bleed liquid at breathtaking sights; lovely

6. Beautiful babies conquering love; capturing hearts without trying

7. Undeniably life is quickened and infused by beauty’s intensity!


Romans 1.19-20 – “For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.

I implore you, look around. In the midst of the swirling darkness; bullets zooming, bombs igniting, fists flying, beauty abounds. Look past the darkness of the veil. At the eyes of the owl, the immovability of a mountain’s beauty; the joy of a baby through the pain of bearing that child. God’s nature echoes through all of creation. He is constantly present, even when we can’t see him. The presence of his holding hands when we don’t comprehend the workings of his fingers! His name and goodness – ubiquity! He is like that word in this poem – always present though seemingly hiding within the shadows. But, when the veil is removed…

 

1 . Sun begins quest; invigorates life and beauty  – warmth to all

2. Water cultivates blessings; bequeaths life through stages yielded

3. Stars uniquely blaze; inquisition sparked at their shining glory

4. Creatures unequivocally abound – in quiet abundance – our joy

5. Pupils and irises bleed liquid at breathtaking sights; lovely

6. Beautiful babies conquering love; capturing hearts without trying

7. Undeniably life is quickened and infused by beauty’s intensity!

 

We see the truth of its presence. With him, we see the truth we’ve been seeking when the veil’s removed.

Soak up the beauty around and the source of that beauty!

Peace be with you – because he’s available!

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Night Befalls

Holy Week 2019 proceeds…

Night ushers in, clothed in silvery gleam,
As Luna shimmers bright, entering Passover full steam,
Joy around table, supping cups;
Mood changes – he teaches his body, Covenant New,
And that one would betray him, he says out of the blue,
Nervous, but Judas continuously sups.

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We go for a stroll through silvery gardens,
He says I will deny him! Heart slightly hardens.
He teaches urgently for hours.
Judas absent; Jesus doesn’t waste a breath,
Why does he keep speaking about his death?!
What does he mean?! The mood sours.

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We enter the Garden of Gethsemane,
Dark shadows crawl from each olive tree;
He implores us to stay awake.
As the night lingers he slouches – weighed down
Like his spirit was sinking, or already drown –
Sleep conquers; wine our consciousness takes.

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Aroused from nap as he implores with urgency,
Unaware Judas had a fistful of currency,
A stones throw away, he collapses to pray,
“Abba, he’s full of sorrow, what’s wrong with our Yeshua?”
Faltering on warning, “Stay awake, it will behoove ya’.”
Eyelids crash – I’m sleep’s prey.

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He awakens us again, bloodstained at peace, says time is nigh,
As we see the approach of torches – do we fly?!
He stands steadfast and resolute;
Crowd with clubs and swords. Is that Judas leading?!
Hearts racing – revolution beginning? Mind’s pleading!
Judas kisses his cheek; to the enemies a salute!

Hell and mayhem break loose,
They grab my Rabbi! I’m cooking their goose!
Fighting for life, I unsheathe my sword,
Swing it like a battle ax to split his crown,
He dodges, but I take his ear, spilling blood on gown;
Rebukes me and heals the uncircumcised swine! I’m floored!

Looking around, most of my friends already fled,
From our Rabbi who our spirits he faithfully fed,
Despondent and confused, I chose to flee;
Running into darkness away from the torches flames,
Breathless, fear settles as the anger tames,
I yell, “Abba, how can this be?!”

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I follow the mob at a distance,
Is this the end? Deflated hope of resistance?
I continue lurking in the shadows,
One friend with me; they take Jesus inside.
My friend goes in as Jesus they begin to deride.
I remain out and try to blend with the flows.

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The crowd continues to question, hit and mock,
Courage sinks like quicksand – I’m supposed to be the rock –
They beat him and accuse him with lies!
My face and accent give me away,
They say I’m with him, I deny my Lord – I sway!
The rooster sings thrice – oh, Jesus’ eyes! – sunrise …

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© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Murderous

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The final thoughts
Of a dying man;
How could I hatch this plan?
Drawn by a curse,
The lure of the purse,
Outcome – drinking down curse, full brim;

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Let’s slow down a bit,
I have yet to betray him.
Who knows what tonight will bring.
But how did I get here?
False expectations!
Mixed with a bit of pride, I fear.

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He’s the Messiah – the way?!
Ha! Supposed to defeat these Romans!
He’s just a showman!
Instead of marching and conquering,
We’re washing ankles and toes;
He knows best you would suppose,
But I grow – discontent!

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I should repent,
But to my feelings I relent!
My intent? I don’t even know at this time,
Sell him for nickles and dimes?
A prophet for a profit … ?
He’ll probably escape like every time before,
Him, I used to adore, at least pretended to.
But when deciding on this sin;
Too late, no more time to implore,
As a strange presence enters in …

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Luke 22.3-6 | Then Satan entered into Judas called Iscariot, who was of the number of the twelve. He went away and conferred with the chief priests and officers how he might betray him to them. And they were glad, and agreed to give him money. So he consented and sought an opportunity to betray him to them in the absence of a crowd.

Continued blessings on this Holy Week.
© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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