Category: poetry

Talk poem

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I talk and you talk and we talk

I assume, you assume, we assume,

We don’t talk around each other.

We don’t talk through each other.

We try to talk to each other

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I try to be silent, to protect you.

You try to be silent to protect me.

Our silence only hurts each other.

Our silence only hurts ourselves.

I do not want to hurt you.

You do not want to hurt me.

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your jokes and play

sometimes hurt me.

My play and jokes

sometimes hurt you.

I talk, you talk, we talk

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Our communication is

Better than it was.

I talk, you talk.

We talk

I feeling

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Discouragement, delay

God answers:

Deuteronomy 31 verse 2.

I look it up

“2  I am 120 years old, and I am no longer able to be your leader. And besides that, the Lord your God has told me that he won’t let me cross the Jordan River.”

I wonder how did Moses feel?

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Discouragement, confusion

How did Moses feel?

He spoke with God like a friend

yet how did he

feel at this end of this life?

Marketplace

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

To be in the marketplace I don’t know how

I do not at this moment truly understand

every cent and dollar is a gift

but things do not come for free. Not without effort

not striving, but trying

and what is in my heart? My why?

I do things that matter to God. This matters to me. It shapes the impact

I don’t know how to be in the marketplace and not

make a fool of myself.

Our Lamb is a Lion

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

A Feast of celbration

I long for the Feast of the Lamb

our Fiancé,

our betrothed,

our Promised One

He longs for us as we long for Him

I long for the Feast of the Lamb

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Our Lamb is a Lion

His roar is mighty.

It shattered the veil of seperation.

The veil of death, the veil of the temple,

The veil of the spirit,

He bridged that gap.

Our Lamb is a Lion,

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Our Lamb is a Lion

Feast of the Lamb

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I long for the Feast of the Lamb

A bride waits eager for her groom

I wait for my LORD, His day

A feast of hope and joy

I long for the Feast of the Lamb

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I long for the Feast of the Lamb

The Feast is beyond my imaging,

a time of Joy and Reward.

To see the long departed,

the Living again, the resurrected

I long for the Feast of the Lamb.

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I long for the Feast of the Lamb

The Lamb’s Feast, a banquet of God

Heavenly Joy, beyond human limits

capacity of joy and pleasure,

Connection beyond flesh,

Spirit to Spirit intimacy

I long for the Feast of the Lamb

Native tool

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

These are not my native language

not my pure expression,

action, deeds, movement,

is my thoughts

Yet I need words–

Scratched in dead trees, carved in electrons on screens,

absorb through the eyes– the forward section of brain

perceived through vibration through the liquid of air

words are not my native care.

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I learned them secondary, a need to express–

a thing I need,to get

a caress of care,

love,

of correction,

and food.

words are important

vital to shaping

the good

both myself and others

the world and my gut.

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words become my world

have words invaded me? have words colonized?

They have been absorbed regardless

were they are ambassadors? diplomats?

a thing that surrounded,

from conception to now

words are not native, to me.

yet I love them. Hold them dear.

Helps me connect to my peers.

words are my, natural expression. Now.

Though they are not yet my first preferred tool

Be ready

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

lies

cause damage,

the pain and strife

what lies to I believe of myself?

What lies do others believe of themselves?

You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make them drink.

They must be willing and seek on their own,

in their own way

in their own time.

All you can do is be there–

ready to give them the water when they seek it

that’s all

And let God the Father do the rest