What the Bible says about Jesus

The True Light "In him, (the Lord Jesus) was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world,…the world didn’t recognize him." John 1:4,9.
The Good Seed and the Weeds The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seeds in his field. But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and went away. Matthew 13:24,25.
Showing posts with label Love poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love poems. Show all posts

Friday, March 17, 2023

Politically Incorrect Hand Painted Love Poem

 A Breakfast Poem Baked with Love in the Sun

Written and posted by Jean-Louis 02/2011, Edited and amplified in 03/2033.

I am hereby registering my lament 
At the high court of discontent. 
If you can´t read The  Book 
Without giving me that "Woke" look
You won´t see
What you get,
When you get
What we see. 
 
In this world of Yin and Yang
We are forced to choose
To have our life hang
With the one or the other,
As in father or mother.
Or friends and foes 
Just to add to our woes
To win or lose
As in topsy-turvy or willy-nilly.
 
I am not talking about race
No, at least not the one you think
The kind that´s in your face
As antiquated antics
From the bully pulpit
From pie in the sky 
To pie in your face

Dems are touchy-feely no more
Reps are namby-pamby encore.
As for me, I am free,
Being right that I left,
Not being in the fold
Not fitting in the mold.
Not being one of the foxes
Feeling small in their boxes

Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Me, I declare my passion,
And choose the middle motion.

Having my country left,
Being right in the middle,
Where I want to  be  found
In the middle of your arms,           
Sipping coconut water,
Being enthralled
By the power of your charms.

Since we make such a great team
To add to my irreverence
I'll blow off some steam
And have a little blast
Playing the part of the iconoclast.

Some people declare seriously:
"Tis better to have loved and lost
Than to have not loved at all".
My slogan forever will be

engraved in bold
in honor of you and me,
"Tis better to be held than to behold".

Jean-Louis.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Anatomy of a Hope



 Written and Posted by Jean-Louis. 

Waiting as a passerby
His eyes lifted up
Toward the silent sky
On a desert sidewalk
His heart beating with hope

His index finger in the air
Moist in the morning dew
Attempting to caress
A soft breeze message clue

Querying the clouds
Bearing news
Could it be a happy harbinger
Or a heart well-wisher?

Time trickles with sighs
Putting on backwards
His mantle of memories
Void of senseless appeals
As a master teaser
Shaper of destinies

Ah, can faith harness
This fleeting happiness
This ultramarine dream
Love in its glory
Reflection of reality
This smoldering flame
Of their unsteady hearts

Outside on the threshold
The hand opens steady and bold
Gathering the delicious ripe fruit
Ineffable recompense
Of an unbreakable faith

The sidewalk fills up
With passing witnesses
cheering with one heart
And not forgetting the part
of lifting their index fingers
in gratitude to the One
who knew it from the start


Friday, April 11, 2014

Politically Incorrect Hand-Crafted Love Poem

A Breakfast Poem Baked with Love in the Sun
Written and posted by Jean-Louis 02/2011, Edited and amplified in 03/2033.

I am hereby registering my lament 
At the high court of discontent. 
If you can´t read The  Book 
Without giving me that "Woke" look
You won´t see
What you get,
When you get
What we see. 
 
In this world of Yin and Yang
We are forced to choose
To have our life hang
With the one or the other,
As in father or mother.
To win or lose
As in topsy-turvy and willy-nilly.
 
I am not talking about race
No, not the one you think
The kind that´s in your face
As antiquated antics
From the bully pulpit
From pie in the sky 
To pie in your face

Dems are touchy-feely no more
Reps are namby-pamby encore.
As for me, I am free,
Being right that I left,
Nobt being in the fold
Not fitting in the mold.
Not being one of the foxes
Feeling small in their boxes

Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Me, I declare my passion,
And choose the middle motion.

Having my country left,
Being right in the middle,
Where I want to  be  found
In the middle of your arms,           
Sipping coconut water,
Being enthralled
By the power of your charms.

Since we make such a great team
To add to my irreverence
I'll blow off some steam
And have a little blast
Playing the part of the iconoclast.

Some people declare seriously:
"Tis better to have loved and lost
Than to have not loved at all".
My slogan forever will be

engraved in bold
in honor of you and me,
"Tis better to be held than to behold".

Jean-Louis.

The Nights of Vila Sonia

Written and posted by Jean-Louis. 02/2013

Since this is Valentine´s week,  I thought it appropriate to post some love poems written to my dear sweet wife Mirian, my inspiration and my faitfhful travel companion.
I hope that it will help some of you men to rediscover the romantic bone in you that you might have lost along the way and forgotten that she is "bone of your bones and flesh of your flesh". Any spontaneous, sincere attempt at tickling her funny bone will be appreciated, I am sure. Your  gift  doesn´t have to be expensive, extravagant or outrageous. All she wants is your tender loving attention and appreciation.    
 
My dear love, precious muse
Your tenderness flows over my soul
And keeps me quieted down
In your sweet embrace

My being wrapped in you
Velvety and silky mother of pearl
Consecrated vase
Shared in silence

Prisoner locked without a key
Under the enchanted night
Half mist, half moon
Piercing with its sharp horns
The tenacious diaphanous veil

Challenging the wind
And the unceasing rain
In São Paulo,
City of illusions

Here you are Vila Sonia,
Suburb of dreams
Awoken by the nostalgia
Of a distant anxious melody
Lulling my weariness
With melancholy chords
Suspended by  its rhythms

Benevolent ambassadors
Musical streets vendors
Bring the flowery dawn
Of scarlet glory strewn
On a golden palette
By the indecisive heavenly
Host welcoming
In your unknown world
This exhausted traveler

With all its best efforts
The king of the day could not
Eclipse your inviting glance
And your noble bearing at last
Inviting me to share... breakfast.

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