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Re: A place for POEM'S or other inspirations

Postby KingdomBuilder » Tue Sep 12, 2017 10:11 pm

thebluffs wrote:
RZehr wrote:That comes straight from a parent.


Good guess, but that one was written at about 3am one evening/morning for a friend of mine


Heartfelt and authentic nonetheless
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Re: A place for POEM'S or other inspirations

Postby RZehr » Wed Sep 13, 2017 10:37 am

thebluffs wrote:
RZehr wrote:That comes straight from a parent.


Good guess, but that one was written at about 3am one evening/morning for a friend of mine


Your friend isn't a parent?
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Re: A place for POEM'S or other inspirations

Postby KingdomBuilder » Sat Dec 30, 2017 11:55 pm

Haste me through the valley of affliction;
fix my eyes on perfect light
Past the mists of mighty desolation
to the billows 'round thy heights.

Step by step, sweet Savior, do keep me
till first breath of Zion's air,
Guided by the shadow of thy figure
will I rise and greet thee there.

Darkest hour, what then is left within thee
when His radiance comes to shine?
When he lifts the veil of thy deception,
perfect rest and peace be mine.
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Re: A place for POEM'S or other inspirations

Postby KingdomBuilder » Tue Jan 09, 2018 7:07 pm

Jehovah, our great King, whose all-powerful hand
led us each from Egypt's gripping might,
light our lamps, shod our feet, in the wilderness' sand
keep us through to the end of Earth's night.

Flood the land with the Truth of thy holy command;
with the oil anointed by thee.
Give us help to, with strength, show our lost fellow man
the way to heaven's eternity.

Send thy hope, Spirit; peace to the ears of the dead
let them hear that which never does end;
of thy merciful love, and thy Son who doth tread
near each one who on you does depend.
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Re: A place for POEM'S or other inspirations

Postby KingdomBuilder » Sun Jan 28, 2018 8:33 pm

KingdomBuilder wrote:Jehovah, our great King, whose all-powerful hand
led us each from Egypt's gripping might,
light our lamps, shod our feet, in the wilderness' sand
keep us through to the end of Earth's night.

Flood the land with the Truth of thy holy command;
with the oil anointed by thee.
Give us help to, with strength, show our lost fellow man
the way to heaven's eternity.

Send thy hope, Spirit; peace to the ears of the dead
let them hear that which never does end;
of thy merciful love, and thy Son who doth tread
near each one who on you does depend.


I just realized this doesn't read too well on its own, but it goes quite nicely to 12.9.12.9 D... :) Guess this should fall into the "hymn" category then.
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Re: A place for POEM'S or other inspirations

Postby temporal1 » Tue Feb 06, 2018 7:15 pm

From another thread ..
lesterb wrote:
The push to agree with or fit into the mainstream of anything is fraud with danger for the Christian. My motto has been a little like the one portrayed in this poem. Not all of that has been by choice.

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
what writing. sigh.
from another R Frost poem -
.. .. he (Frost) means us to register the contrast between the technical word and the presumed simplicity of the countryside.
Frost, though he may have run a farm, is clearly more than a farmer;
he is, just below the surface, a freethinker, an intellectual.
That is why reading him rightly means being alert to Frost’s sly subversions of his own image.

He (Frost) hid himself in his legend in just the same way that the animal hides in his poem
“A Drumlin Woodchuck”:

My own strategic retreat
Is where two rocks almost meet,
And still more secure and snug,
A two-door burrow I dug.

With those in mind at my back
I can sit forth exposed to attack,
As one who shrewdly pretends
That he and the world are friends.

:-| the piece continues. but, again, what writing.

when i think of Robert Frost, i think of Carl Sandburg.
we must have studied them at the same time in school.

i often wonder if the world will ever again see the writing greats of the past?

today’s education seems to be so eager to “inform” (regarding agenda;) it seems more killing of creative spirit is accomplished, rather than allowed, or nurtured. there is a great race to control children’s brains (and, thus, their future votes.) :( it’s really a sort of nightmare for me. :(

this might be a clue about how things are changing.
i.e., the change in approach to responding to life:
.. .. TO COAX the poet out of his retreat takes tact and caution; it means reading him not as a prosecutor but as an interpreter .. ..
the world seems set on creating dogmatic prosecutors. this is not a healthy atmosphere to produce either scientists or artists.

o.how i hope i’m mistaken. :)

above quotes from
https://harvardmagazine.com/2014/01/ext ... -woodchuck
warning about the quoted article.
it begins with a paragraph or so about something written by Joyce Carol Oates (which i would prefer to live without) .. but, overall, it’s an interesting piece on R Frost.
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