This page will be dedicated to my own poetry. These are just rhymes swirling in my mind. Nothing to do with numbers per se. Perhaps they may be a blessing.
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BAALZEBUB
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At night small lights gather great swarms.
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Into the gyre they fly up higher ’til wings tire
Finding no perch they fall back to Earth
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Each light marks a site where lies killed the flies
Memorial to the unwise. Plain truth before our eyes.
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O believer in Jesus. The darkness has come.
Wait for the Sun.
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At dawn there shall be a new World for you and me.
So bright. So free.
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The Sun shall ascend – Darkness meet its end.
We never die again.
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Until then. Beware the schemes of men:
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Come! Join our swarm! Be warm!
Bring us coin! We crave to purloin!
Take our name! Other light is not the same!
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You have been warned of the doom of the swarms.
Hold tight in the night.
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Great will be your reward.
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ONE ROBIN
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One robin in one tree. Not even dawn.
He twills and he tweets his mating song.
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The Spring is late. Robin must have a date.
So on he sings. And on he sings. Tempting fate.
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The tree is high. Robin’s seat is at the peak.
Yet the branches are bare. Not a bud. Not a leaf.
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Romance is all good and you claimed a fine tree.
But love isn’t free. What to eat if you’re hungry?
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No food. No nest. No robiness.
Only a Savior.
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O SCIENCE
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Daughter of the Prophets. Seeker of Truth. In your youth.
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With wide eyes you searched the skies. Measured and surmised:
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“Nature is not wild. But tidy. Well dressed.
“In predictable fashion the Sun rises and sets.”
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Your breath like a breeze parted the seas.
You found solid ground. Shamans? They drowned.
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With zeal to learn. Night candles you burned.
On the Ox and the Cam you trained a wise man.
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Your stature grew. So did your breasts. But
Who could woo you? The virgin was pledged.
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At first a patron chair. Courtesy of a Squire. Then
funds poured in. Build the Tower even higher!
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Gold charms on your wrists. You redoubled your trysts.
Before long. Virginity gone. A whore of Tyre.
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Your bed was free love for many mighty men. They
ploughed you with glee. For king and country!
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So you taught them to build bridges and boats.
Weapons and war machines. Castles and moats.
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Men of faith were agape at your fall from Grace.
Once a pious Princess. Now so unchaste.
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Then came the errors. You hammered them like nails.
Just pin pricks. But the Wind! Drained from your sails.
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“Man came from monkeys high up in trees.”
“No such Creator God. If you please.”
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“Just a matter of time” So you opined.
“A new creature is birthed. From a different kind.”
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“More than that. Male and female appear both.”
“The better a new species to multiply most.”
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No matter to you. Truth isn’t your goal.
But to reign as a Queen over men’s souls.
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Sweet children. At your feet. Learn to repeat.
The mantra of man’s glory. All his great feats.
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Then like the Greeks. They fight in the streets.
Fists unleashed. They beat one another’s cheeks.
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Survival of the Fittest. Is your Cry.
So kindness fled. And charity died.
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By his own strength. Every man will stand.
Let the sick perish. Let the poor be damned.
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Science is a lens. It sharpens the sight.
But if eye be blind. Day is as night.
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All your books in cozy nooks are nestled. Unread.
We watch TV, movies. Cruise the Internet instead.
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Irony of ironies. Pursuit of knowledge it seems.
Made us into dummies. Brains not so keen.
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O Science. You lost your way.
For your blessing. Who will pray?
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