1,000 C.M.E. ( Christ's Millennium Era)

1,000 C.M.E. ( Christ's Millennium Era)

by Seah Greenhorn
(with copyright)

All futuristic travel pursuits have been paused to allow mankind's priority to be to concentrate on perfecting inner sublime qualities, so as to pass the final and ultimate test of free-will, while, at the same time, maintaining mankind's home now transformed into an international paradise.

A wonderful assignment bestowed upon the first human couple, but now accomplished by an international family of obedient humans:

"Be fruitful and become many, fill the earth and subdue it, and have in subjection the fish of the sea and the flying creatures of the heavens and every living creature that is moving on the earth." Gen. 1:28.

No longer do humans nor animals live in fear.

'The eyes of the blind' have been opened, 'the ears of the deaf unstopped, and the wilderness' is bursting out in fruitful beauty.

The prophecy of the wolf with the lamb and the kid with the leopard?

Fullfilled.

Many hearts alost ruptured in delight when experienced the resurrection of their dead lived one's back to life with prospect of remaining eternally in this breathtaking paradise. (Isaiah 11:6; 35:5, 6; John 5:28, 29.)

Now, these ones are about to confront the ultimate final grand challenge of loyalty--enduring the final wrath of Satan and his demon hoard let loose from their confined state of inactivity for the past 1,000 years.

In a perfect state will those who survived the 'Last Days' of the previous wicked system of things, or who were born into the 'New Earth, or those resurrected back into a cleansed new earth under the 1,000 year reign of Christ and his 144,000 co-rulers remain loyal to the Sovereign after Christ has handed back the Kingdom to his Father?

Motives have been examined, hearts purified, consciences thoroughly cleansed under the thoughtful loving guidance of Christ and his associate rulers.

Therefore, under the brief wrath of the Devil, how many will choose his rulership rather than that of the Loving Creator?

What will you do? ... Are you there to witness and be a part of this epic-making finale to the end of unrighteousness for all eternity?

Hopefully, the past 1,000 years has been spent wisely drawing close to the Almighty, since Adam has already shown us that a close connection to our maker must be maintained. We must not allow a greater love to sever the connection to our lifesource. He already has demonstrated his great love for us; so loyalty necessitates maintaining our love for Him and His Son at all costs.

Every conceivable type government under the rulership of man and woman has been tried to demonstate man's ability to rule themselves. Yet, proven:

"Man has dominated man to his harm." Eccl. 8:9.


So, rest be assured, Satan will again try 
to use every trick and vice he once found successful to enslave the weak minded of perfected mankind.

This test will not last forever, unless we fail.

For the sake of learning from past mistakes, let's revisit history and examine how this all began, so as to be sucessful then.



The Kingdom Carries Out God’s Will on Earth
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102014264?q=paradise&p=par

Seeds of Desire

SEEDS OF DESIRE

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Two seeds

implanted in verdant soil
teaming with variant life
brimming ecstatic joys

although, surviving
static toils

one seed black
another pearl sprouting ravenous roots
delving deep

for fortitude to ascend

peak
mountainous spaces
paradisiac

honest hearts do seek;

avoiding devilishly confined
contaminated places
of smoky dens
gyrating loins loosed
by booze, pills or needles

heightening lusts

pinning sanity to fleeting winds,
while insanity spins
dangerous to emptiness
within;

or on virtual streets
designed with vices splayed on private screens,

violent and demonic you hear the screams of the victims
innocent or not

young, sexy and hot
with vanity shot by drugs procured in reality.

Pricey spoils;

lives
made famously cheap
ended with the tragic souls
laid in shallow dirt;

sadly,

since the curious cat
reaped the sowed

while the family wailed
nine times

then eventually
silently

still weeps.

Initially,

tightly entwined
these good and bad desires
causing a uniqueness of spirit
individual to all humankind.

Playing on playgrounds with innocence and glee
parental protection overseeing blessed progeny.

Bickering and fights to determine who's best
watered pride
contained in young breast.

Or,

kindness and goodness daily expressed
producing generosity and minimizing the stress
competition instills;

though, supposedly playing in sweet sincerity
'King of the Hill'.

As young vines grow, in time
strong desires begin to show.

Inward questions: just what should I do?
anguish and confusion forcefully push through.

Listen to past guidance carefully shed?

Or go with life's flow:
to anyone's bed?

Needed a brain to continue as tutor
to insight; to inspire.

Or just let nature in course feed greedy desires.

Obtain a teacher valuable for hire
to control the angst and squelch the fire?

Or,

try to acquire
all the world's glitter.

To starship conspire.

Setting goals to advance
stalwart and forward
by use of eyes focused and clear

brain waves danced;
sometimes cautious in fear

as before the warrior.

The ring:
to be viewed on a brilliant international scene?

These fantasies
persistent and dominant

now.

Or hold out
for the vivid dream of a land void of war
and its spoil?

With water cascading
enriching and pure.

Not left
festering

like squirming maggots
on cancerous boils.

These are daily battles,

decisions to make

until the time comes
when you win or lose
based upon the course
 
you chose
to take.

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102003886?q=desires&p=par

Write a poem for contest Prompt

Share a poem to tell your expression,
Expressive that you can be expressing;
For the feeling does wind moving
Maybe emoting like an emotion.

This is your prompt

Cheers and peace  © 3 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    friendship • family • death • love • hope

Of Such Priceless Worth, Our Earth

Of Such Priceless Worth, Our Earth

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Preservation of our marvelous earth comes through enlightenment Divine.
Elevating our imperfect, though brilliant minds, as to what our Creator defines
as righteous. For his purposes we must know, as to why our crystal rivers do flow endless in cycles. Why our moon, in heavens exquisite, do glow nightly affecting rising tides that hide a multitude of varieties our taste buds do appreciate or conversely deride as unpalatable.

Amazing that these options upon us were bestowed even before our birth. Love in abundance to us shown. We walk, dance, skip among these demonstrations of supreme affection daily in ignorance or arrogance. The rain refreshing and cleansing our world, yet we curl or stretch out upon our couches, lay our weary heads upon our pillows and gently or not snore.

Did we give thanks for the day before?... True, scores upon scores of years, we felt the heat from the nation's roaring anger demolishing our natural resources through greedy wars. The future of our children's birthrights in danger of annihilation.

Did we dream this stream towards governments internationally reigning in supreme defiance of the Almighty's appointed King? Haughty prideful strides through history deem it a necessity for God the Warrior to righteously intervene. To sift the world of wickedness ending this rush to a precipice of eternal disaster. The Sovereign is educating mankind for this happily ever after on this earth. I am dedicated to proclaiming this truth of such priceless worth.

Reason for poem:

Write a poem for contest Dedicated to My Cause
Many believe that the earth is being destroyed on many fronts You will be Captain Planet for this contest because you will choose an area of concern and use your poetic words in dedication to this cause that can restore balance on the earth.

As usual I believe that shorter precise poems are more effective so no more than 20 lines please. Coin your own version of the topic but I should be wowed by your poetry to believe in this cause.

Hint: Rhythm is more important than rhymes to me I will add HM later.

OK, let's do it.
{Based upon Psalm 96:7-13:}

"Give Jehovah his due, you families of the peoples,
Give Jehovah his due for his glory and strength.
Give Jehovah the glory due his name;
Bring a gift and come into his courtyards.
Bow down to Jehovah in holy adornment;
Tremble before him, all the earth!
Declare among the nations: “Jehovah has become King!
[The earth is firmly established, it cannot be moved.]
He will judge the peoples fairly.”
Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be joyful;
Let the sea thunder and all that fills it;
Let the fields and everything in them rejoice.
At the same time let all the trees of the forest shout joyfully
Before Jehovah, for he is coming,
He is coming to judge the earth.
He will judge the inhabited earth with righteousness
And the peoples with his faithfulness."


    © 32 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    teen • spiritual • hope • love • nature

Propensity

Propensity

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

On the eastern slope
of the Mount of Olives,

“about two miles”
away from Jerusalem be,

lived Martha, Mary, and Lazarus,
beloved friends of Jesus.

Their home
in the lovely Bethany.

The site today marked by a small village
located 1.5 mi ESE of the Temple Mount
with an Arabic name meaning

“The Place of Lazarus.”

This fact verifying Lazarus' and Jesus'
actual historicity.

During one of Jesus' visits
to this vicinity

his words to Martha
by extension to me
brighten my eyes to see

just where I should place my values
and to what degree.

“Martha, Martha,
you are anxious and disturbed
about many things.

A few things, though, are needed,
or just one.

For her part, Mary chose
the good portion,

and it will not be taken away from her.”

These very words
my thoughts bubble astir.

Maybe as butter churned by Martha
whose hospitality we've come to admire and know.

A generosity of spirit
to set anyone's heart aglow.

What if Jesus were to visit me?
Just what would he observe as to my propensity?

If he spoke regularly
would I be inclined

to be distracted

or would I
like Mary
recline

discreetly at his feet
to feast on nourishment
of more spiritual value to eat?

Today,
technology
makes losing focus
easy.

Consuming our minds
with thoughts that
diminish a desire
for necessary

spirituality.

As an Olympic runner
dispenses

with many luxuries
for a time

to attain acknowledgement
from the world

so as to view
their individual
special capabilities

I should not lose focus on my love
for the Divine Creator
and his son

following their directions
to live
Eternally.

Sacrifices
of time
to enlighten the mind

was the lesson Jesus taught Martha
in a way gently kind.

So to heed this admonition
my personal goals to refine

is to value the example
of a little family in Bethany

escribed

for our thoughts
to be in harmony

with Christ
to align.

Anxiety ... http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1200000297?q=luke+10%3A38-42&p=par

Write a poem for contest Luke 10:38-42 - What might this Bible Quote Evoke within You?
Prompt: is the Bible Quote:
Luke 10:38-42
At the Home of Martha and Mary

38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.40 But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" 41 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one.[a]Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

Poem in length and style of your choice
Rhyme or Free Verse
No Bashing of any kind, please

Be Patient

Be Patient

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Tap. Tap. Tap.
My fingers on the wheel.

OMG! O my goodness!
Be patient still?

Really,
I can honestly squeal!

But, wouldn't that be childish?

I am an adult... at will.

But, why must I always wait

patiently?

It's a
Beautiful quality
Godly inspired
and lovingly

instilled.

And if not adhered to
in our society

we may just be killed.

https://www.jw.org/finder?docid=1011214&item=pub-pk_E_21_VIDEO&locale=en&appLanguage=E&prefer=content&srcid=share  © 22 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    humor • teen • society • spiritual

Eternity!

Eternity!

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

With a body beautiful

as it naturally can

be

free to bend my mind

to internal qualities

peaceful

as I dance ballet

a swan graceful as days do spin into

golden years,

yet limber limbs

that mothered many

still sing lullabies to great grands

playing among lions, bears

without a scare

and thoughtful parents

not anxious

without stress and cares about

what do they eat and what shall they wear

since the Creator provides an endless supply

of crystal rivers and mountains high

among clouds to rain

but most to shine

to scale in leisure

or simply to watch in comforting recline

to feel each breeze with family

and friends

gathered to sample wines

to dine and speak

and catch up on centuries

at ease between

the endless days

in which we work, and learn and play.

Lovely forever.

In love with life endless.

Eternally.

Always.

What God's Kingdom Will Do

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2000764?q=forever&p=par

Eternity

Eternity - how would you like to spend it?  For myself, I find it hard to imagine any one thing I would care to do forever.  If I had eternity, I would probably want to try EVERYTHING at least once!  That's just me; I want to know how YOU would wish to spend it!

Any form will do, although I prefer rhyme, and over 30 lines seems an awful lot of reading to me!

  ©  Lucretia Mccloud    family •friendship • hope • love • nature

Bullied

Bullied

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Since man's beginning
a predator traversed our glorious land.

Wickedness he's spread
inside the hearts of women and men
a lust,

an inborn weakness does demand
that power taken
emboldens them

that they must
elevate, thus prove their worth.

So victims are sought
for them to rule.

They thrust whatever they garner into the till

(Gathered from whatever means necessary;
illegal more their enjoyable way.)

until manipulated
the prey

into abdicating their own free-will
under extreme coercion. A need for prayer
to endure. A feeling of delay... felt for sure.

As each day ends with fear of slay.

Since, the predator set out traps,
decoys and blocks
to corral and control any which catches the eye so bold
as done, in fantasy mimicking life and fact,
to our dear little Goldie locks.

A wolf always persecutes flocks.

Prevails over them with despicable and heinous deeds. Preventing these abused ones ability to proceed.

These supposedly weak ones they stalk,
as if being paid, for that opportune and special day
to bind the soul for dangerous play.

A sport entangling an innocent fawn
or any other unsuspecting one
unfortunate enough to be in their
perverted way.

*

i see you everywhere you stand
sit, while using the can.

you thought you ran far enough away
into the darkness during the day
turning off lights as if that works

my camera lens highlight your every
crack and crevice and even bend

your once cleanliness
before

depression
wallowed you
in stagnant dirt.

you cannot win.
i am your shadow.

you have no friends
enough
to save your hide.

within your realm i do abide.

and as you travel to work
i still see
travel along with you with technology
used

means
no way out.

you will submit. i have no doubt.
you can't refuse, though you may shout and cry
then rant and rave.

just crotch in fear
then slowly die or quickly. i'm up to the game.
it's just the same;

your mind will wither
i promise you. they will not believe
what you say is true. you know not
even all of our names.

keep up the fight. it enlivens the thrill.
the joy of watching before the kill.

I know you see my every move.

At first defenseless, I did fear
to lose my mind, my life.

My every second filled with stress
since planted within my comfort zone
devices electrifying my home

and strife engendered between me and my own family
to disable relief

dispelling peace.

You won't leave me and mine alone.

The terror felt I won't pretend. 
But now in strength I must defend a courage dealt from heaven sent
to deep inside 

will help me rent the fear in two.
Survival instincts also will pull me through.

Until the time when He does choose
from me your victim to remove
I've gained a strength to daily endure.

My days may be numbered, but one thing's for sure
your days are numbered too

for justice and love
always win when motives shown are righteous;
pure.

Yes,
predator's ends?

Long overdue!

Predator vs Prey
Here are some pics to help inspire you.

Good luck to all. Remember, meditate on this. Use the tools actors use, called METHOD ACTING. You will not only embody either predator or prey - you will become that which you choose. You are all fine writers, now I want you to think outside the box and become something else. Be very descriptive, with details As I read it, I want to become your subject and experience the hunt or the hunted. Now get into character and write with a fine brush - make it feel real.

"The Devil has come down to you, having great anger, knowing that he has a short period of time.”" Rev. 12:12.  © 15 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual • teen • misc • society •sad

The Village Blues

The Village Blues

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

 

 

 

This world
a market.

All's
bought or sold.

Time, energies
mind, body or soul.

Price
pebbles and rocks
or silver and gold.

Atmosphere
musically

black
or rosy.

You decide the rhythm or tune.
Where the notes are played.
The location. The room.

Heart's desires puppeteered through
eyes focused

or opened wide
to
circus performers whose
slight-of-hand picks pockets
unsuspecting

upon selfish demand.

Initially

piqued by stalls
wherein lies
mirrored walls
of vice and fire.

Then

fail to notice
now only lint lines
pants once ladden
with heavy treasures.

Light and empty now
once flightiness rose

stole all
during fleeting
and temporary
pleasures.

Thought
hands of clock
spun on your side.

Found darkening hours
camouflaged
as lovely seconds
sadly sapped
revigorating powers.

Left you alone.
No beauty to cover a naked hide.

So there you lay pasted
on the docks of doom

wasting.

Away goes
the shadows and moon.

A sun too bright
depletes you more
as dry your throat
and thirsty your core.

Given a drink to rejuvenate you
your hand reaches

for quenching water
from a boat sent
or dehydrating
alcohol and beers
from passers-by lent?

Which is more valuable?
To what do you hold dear?

Your choice to choose
since you are parched.

One generously offered.
He's done his part.

Which,

in the end,
will help nourish you;

lift you up.
Encase your feet
in comfort shoes

after removing your
toes stuck in muck
found as quicksand-like land
on muddy grounds

or the
pavement
of performed nightly

Village Blues?

© a day ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

The World A Better Place

The a world A Better Place ...

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

By ... Religion, politics, community, tolerance, education, intelligence, love transcending racial barriers? Kill arrogance; hatred, be unity-carriers? Sing 'We Are the World' 'til death strangles our lovely merriers?... Eight million interracial strong live moral lives a united throng praying end wickedness, crescendo in song: Better By God's Kingdom - - All Eternity Long!

Hi everybody,
This is my first contest and i am very excited to read all your entries..

Okay, so all you have to do is :

write a poem IN NO MORE THAN 7-8 LINES ,suggesting a way , which according to you would make your world a better place to live in..
Your poem could be about a social issue ,curbing which could do wonders or it could be about the art of inspiring or motivating someone .It could also be about solving any tiring issue or complex issue with your family or simply winning back a lost love, who means the world to you...

RULES:

1) It should be within 7-8 lines

2)It could be anything but it should relate to the subject in some way. If your poem is adult, do mension it.

3)NO PREWRITES.

Not compulsory , but you are suggested to comment on others work and message me about 3 poems, other than yours, which appeals you the most.

Go Ahead !! Enjoy!!
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2001760?q=world+a+better+place&p=par© 43 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope • spiritual

John Milton's Lost Treatise

John Milton's Lost Treatise

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

 

 

 

 

John Milton

of Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained

Loved my many, and by others distained
propounded the 'Truth'.

London-born bred; well-off too
Masters Degree: Cambridge 1632.

Loved History and Literature.
Lived Politics through a Monarchy restored
with Charles number two
in 1660,

though now his life periled;
went into hiding; writing
A Treatise on Christian Doctrine
complied from the Holy Scriptures

alone.

Which, unfortunately,
even 150 years later,
in-sighted controversy
in theological and literary circles

as powerful words against noted traditions
are prone to do.

A bishop
immediately pronounced the manuscript
a fraud after found;

refused to believe England's noted religious poet
would pen against cherished church doctrines.
Obviously, the real writer's mind scrambled eggs; not very sound.

Surely, he'd not reject the Calvinist doctrine of predestination in favor of free-will. Teach: the body and the soul... One... that dies?
Resurrection to both heaven and earth a future prospect? And

the Trinity, not true, according to the Bible instilled?

Milton indeed propounded the truth, though human failings tripped him too:

Divorced, un-scripturally;
though, on-a-whole, Milton presented the Bible's view.

Tried to stick with them whole-souled as in:
On Christian Doctrine.

He obliges its readers to measure their own beliefs against the unerring yardstick of Biblical proof.

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2007683?q=John+Milton%27s+Lost+Treatise&p=par© 20 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    misc

My Crag

My Crag

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

As ice upon my heated skin

when blazing from fires outward and in,

then floating pass jagged rocky shores

through calming cool rivers

healing my blistered sores,

you bind my wounds by balmy winds

that lift me high

to mellow among dark starry skies

above false evil friends to fly;

you value me

this I know,

even when my words gone blind

do not show how wonderful

sublime 

your comfort

treasured as air

as I surface

life's drowning torrents. 

You are the Crag

that Proves To Be

my solid ledge

above all my stormy seas

of humanity's adversities.

Personify Nature- or literally describe a person's nature 


Just got over a slump in writing, so I felt like celebrating with a contest. 

Two types of poems are allowed: 

Poems that give nature human qualities, or poems that tell me about a particular person.

It's a vague prompt so don't feel trapped by the guidelines. 

I'm fond of short freeform, but quality rhyming is also acceptable.

Thank you! Psalm 18:2: "Jehovah is my crag and my stronghold and the One who rescues me. My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, My shield and my horn of salvation, my secure refuge."© 4 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual