Poetry by "Smoldering Wick"

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    darn it this one loses it's form original link
    http://paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=2687&pid=26769#pid26769

    Love

    Love is not a windy thing,
    It tells no empty lies,
    It cannot be to one revealed,
    And others a disguise;
    For love unveils duplicity
    Of hearts that were deceived,
    Exposing insincerity
    To all confused and grieved,

    For there is so much more to love
    Than what you feel inside,
    And love succeeds when feelings fail
    To change the evening tide
    Of all deceptive passions of
    A crooked heart within,
    That we can never come to know
    With motives that are dim,

    For love is not just for the blind,
    Its light will guide our way,
    To show us what we left behind,
    And all the ways we stray,
    So that we’ll walk in ways above,
    And leave behind regret,
    For there is so much more to love
    Than what our hearts forget,

    And since love lives as kindness gives
    To all enduring things,
    It must surpass both fear and hate
    Through endless sufferings,
    But it will cease to shine at all
    Upon what they denied,
    When all the world comes crashing down
    On those whose hearts had lied;

    So search your heart, all humankind,
    Walk not the ways of pain,
    And crave for all that God can give,
    And hate the wicked gain,
    For what is love, but loyalty,
    A beacon in the night
    To guide you through the stormy seas,
    While keeping you in sight,

    And trust that it will come to you,
    When you feel all alone,
    And when you yearn for tenderness,
    And deep within you groan,
    And all your strength has fled from you
    That He will bring you home.





    Written by Smoldering Wick
    a brother in Christ who has
    allowed me to share his
    wonderful gift ..look forward
    to a delightful table of Fare !!!
     
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    TRUTH

    I intend to share the exquisite work and talent of another
    this thread is devoted to the Grace given our Lord for
    the planting of seeds ...please bare with me I have learned
    so much here , but just want to share "the simple things"

    TRUTH

    Forsooth! O truth—you barren thing!
    Too distant was your deadly ring,
    You reasoned not, nor did you rhyme,
    But simply anchored deep in time,
    While winds of myth brought billowed sail,
    To tell us yet another tale
    Of wishful treasures, there to tease
    All hunters of the pillaged seas,
    Who bound themselves to nets they cast
    Into uncharted oceans past,
    Where legends, tethered to the wind
    Tell tales that time and truth rescind,
    Wherein will come the dreaded fate
    To all who saw the dawn too late,
    And there they heard your truthful ring
    That could have brought a kinder sting.

    by "SMOLDERING WICK" Paradise Cafe Discussions
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    WAKE UP WORLD

    WAKE UP WORLD
    by Smoldering Wick ...

    Awake I am with morning dew, when sleep has fled the night,
    For I am weary of this world that never gained its sight,
    Of those who died for we who live, while seeing clear as day,
    Here in the twilight of my years as everything turns bright,

    For there is no equality—success is just a lie
    We use to swindle, cheat and steal what we would never buy,
    While taught the hope of enterprise by men of fleeting schemes
    We darken to a rising sun, the truth none can deny;

    For high above, a silent one, sees all our wicked pride,
    His shadow passes mountaintop to sea of rising tide,
    Wherein the bitterness of hate he hears our children cry,
    While we would bless the ones who say that we would never lie;

    So give your ear to what you hear, you preachers of this world,
    And you who govern and deploy with missiles that you hurled,
    Who bring tears to the innocent, a plight you can’t ignore,
    While waving all your victory flags, your prideful acts unfurled;

    Yes, take to heart you twisted man, who strives to build his fame,
    There still exists the ancient code built in the human frame,
    It is the code of purity conflicted now with lies,
    Ensnaring us as hapless beasts, who cannot take the blame;

    For we were molded from an earth that loves and gives us life
    And shows us all its pasturelands of beauty free from strife,
    Instead we strive to conquer all, not knowing what it yields
    And we have traded all we have to buy our useless shields;

    So wake up, world—admit the greed for things that cause distress,
    And cease to sleep throughout the night with all you won’t confess,
    For you must know deep in your hearts that there is just one truth,
    The purity we traded for a falsehood so uncouth.

    original link to Smoldering Wick piece since it also loses it's form
    of presentation ...

    "Smoldering Wick" Paradise Cafe Discussions
    6-18-2013

    http://paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=1842
     
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    Hi POP.

    Thanks for sharing the brother's beautiful words.
     
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    Thanx WF , I'm back home now.
    will start up sharing his stuff more...and why
    not ...I love sharing the wonderful things
    that God and Christ Jesus has given so
    generously to the "children of men"
     
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    THE INFINITE TRUTH

    THE INFINITE TRUTH

    Our world is but a jigsaw
    Its puzzle-piece the sky
    Which seems to us a gaping flaw
    That knows no human eye

    For we can never be complete
    By searching emptiness
    Beyond the heaven’s vast elite
    Where only God can bless

    Because we are but flesh and blood
    With yearnings of the soul
    We cannot see beyond the mud
    Nor hear the bells that toll

    The only words that set us free
    From all that tears apart
    Are those that cause us rise to be
    The children of His heart

    By Smoldering Wick Paradise Cafe Discussions

    http://paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=2056
     
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    INCURABLE

    original link ....http://www.paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=1582

    INCURABLE


    She spent her life within a maze
    .......Of complicated lies,
    A winding trail for all her days
    .......Of smothered family ties;
    How could she know that hatred sown
    .......Was grown from madness grim?
    Why should she reap it all alone
    .......From such an evil whim?
    “A troubled soul,â€￾ my heart did speak,
    .......When she confessed to me;
    “They stole within my innocence,
    .......And left this toxic sea
    That came with hatred’s pestilence
    .......And all its legacy,
    And all I have is spitefulness
    ....With so much treachery.â€￾
    It is the spear of jealousy,
    .....From that the sinner reaps
    .....Its poison of complicity
    ..From where the venom seeps,
    To feed the guilt of painful strife,
    .......That terrorize the soul,
    While with her lips deprived of life,
    ..She makes the graveyards full;
    For deep within the beast will come,
    ....A thousand times a day,
    And all the foolish with their sum
    ......Cannot push it away,
    For come they will, to take they thought,
    ......What she had promised them,
    Though windless was that sea they sought
    ......To bare her guarded gem,
    ..While little voices locked away,
    .....Will sing her childish songs,
    And there will come that distant drum
    .......From depths so far below,
    To warn you that when stormwinds come
    .......There is no place to go.
     
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    Ezekiel 34

    (Ezekiel 34)

    Woe to shepherds hard of heart, who have no ear to hear
    The bleatings of those torn apart by they who have no fear,

    “As I do live,†Jehovah says, “You shepherds of the pit,
    So much you owe in debt to me, for beatings you permit,â€

    “For I will hold accountable your hate for tenderness,
    Since better was the hired hand, than you for heartlessness,â€

    “Because you scorned all whom I loved, imposing wicked rule,
    Your kingdom with my name attached is just that evil tool,â€

    “For you have never answered me, awaiting my command,
    Instead you starved my faithful sheep that graze upon my land,â€

    “Where you did build an army strong that looked so kind and meek
    While fleecing all who trusted you, the wounded and the weak,â€

    “Upon my name you added oaths and vows that they should trust.
    And slandered me for honour due to satisfy your lust.â€

    “While to the world you look so pure, your wicked heart is sown
    With arrogance to bribe and scheme for what you do not own,â€

    “So hear me out you fattened ones, and flocks of ram and ewe,
    For I will search to find my sheep, and teach them all that’s true,â€

    “Within a richer pastureland, where you once fed your rams,
    No more to drive away my sheep, nor silence all my lambs.â€

    Smoldering Wick

    http://www.discussthetruth.com/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=796
     
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    RULING WITHOUT US

    RULING WITHOUT US

    (1COR 4:8-13)

    Have all those appointed and raised up in rank,
    Become such as princes to rule?
    Do we the less noble of file and of flank,
    Need teachings as children at school?

    For just as so many rise onto their throne,
    Provided by men for the task,
    Is there not just one who rules all alone
    With a name above others we ask?

    We ask not as foes of the torturous stake,
    For we know that a Kingdom is here,
    And worry that you have for granted might take
    Beyond what was written so clear;

    Now unless what was spoken is not what we heard,
    Or saw what was visioned beyond,
    Is it we who are poor, yet still undeterred,
    By visions of which you are fond?

    So why need we ask you beyond what was written,
    To prove you be wise or be fool?
    Or whether through Christ by the spirit were smitten,
    To grow to be kindly, or cruel?

    For many were lost of the lambs that were suckling,
    And kids that were wobbling to walk,
    Yet you made them bear your armour and buckling,
    Which adds too much weight to the flock;

    We speak words of Paul, and of James and Jude too,
    Ezekiel, Isaiah—the rest,
    Who waited as well for that which is true,
    While you have presumed you were best,

    And brought your own glory though you might deny,
    That judgment is coming to you,
    While you are refining beyond Malachi,
    Insisting that falsehood is true.

    Smoldering Wick at Paradise Cafe Discussions

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    I truly, truly love that one !

    Thanks !
     
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    like you he has "beautiful penmanship" ....
     
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    A SNARE AND A RACKET

    This will lose it's form but you can see the original at Paradise Cafe

    A SNARE AND A RACKET

    Religion is truly a snare and a racket,
    Dividing us all into capsule and bracket,
    It wields too much power,
    And seeks to devour
    The conscience of those who will back it;

    Its dissonant members work ever to please
    Their doctrine and nonsense to laws and decrees,
    For all that God prizes,
    Its teaching despises
    The innocence ravaged by falsehood’s disease;

    So carefully listen, you trusters of men,
    There’s no greater evil than he that would pen,
    A teaching that revels
    On doctrines of devils,
    Admitting to truth now and then—

    While those who were raised by their faith in religion,
    And seek the approval by all their tradition,
    Are always imperiled
    By those that would herald
    The lies that deny such perdition.

    By Smoldering Wick

    http://www.paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=2738
     
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    "The words are docile to those who love them." - Maurice Chapelan

    "Don't let the words think in your stead. Have inhabited words." - Krishnamurti
     
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    I've never found Words to be docile unless one has
    "bridled his tongue" ...and his pen
     
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    oh , but but thank you for "fixing" the format ..
    as always I'm late on the "thank yous" cause
    I is sometimes beyond "dense" in the head ..:eek:
     
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    FRIENDS IN TRUTH

    link to original for form ...http://paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=2683

    FRIENDS IN TRUTH

    Speak not what’s couth my friend in truth,
    For I can stand the pain,
    And set it free, your love for me,
    My heart will heal again,
    For friends are few whose wounds are true,
    Though some tell sweeter lies,
    But those who care are truly rare,
    And never compromise;
    Speak not absurd and say no word
    That poisons what you say,
    And do not fear you risked a tear
    To find a sweeter way,
    For none can learn if truth they spurn,
    And loyalty is torn,
    For much is won by hearts undone
    By such a brother born,
    Who did not rest till I confessed
    An honesty divine,
    That raised me up to discipline
    This vagrant heart of mine,
    That though today, in its dismay
    Drove us so far apart,
    That I should fret and yet regret
    Advice that broke my heart,
    For words so spent on love that sent
    Such kindness that was due,
    Will make you ever so my friend
    For saying what was true.


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    Don't you believe in its power....??? The one power I told you about last night, chatting with you online through my tablet* while passing the mike during the WT study when the paragraphs were being read.... :p

    I confess, I happen to chat with Josh too during the meetings... ;)

    Knowledge, knowledge.... what do we really know unless we really KNOW what love IS, MEANS and IMPLIES... (I'm glad because I had heart-to-heart discussions this weekend with 1/2 elders and other "influential" members of my congregation about the problem I broached in another thread and people are starting to wake up, as if they ever needed to when such ordeals are taking place in the congregations... How can we lazily keep waiting on the Holy Spirit to help people whereas it is through us that it works the most and the best !!!!????? That's what I said to an elder ! I didn't scathe him though because I know him, I love him, I respect him and because he loves his brothers and sisters and AT LEAST : HE TRIES AND DO IT, HE DOES TRY TO DO HIS "JOB" !!!! If at least they all just tried to do their "job" !!!!!!

    [video=youtube;JW9_zmTpAPA]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW9_zmTpAPA[/video]

    The first time, not even listened to yet, but only heard on the radio that most beautiful song, about 15 years ago, I was in trance..... I ran to the nearest music shop I had nearby (thinking it was a new song) and asked the guy there who was singing that song and where I could find a CD of them (yes, CD singles just started to exist by then). I didn't understand everything that was said in the song or even the real title of the song because my command of English was way worse than it is now. The guy in the shop replied that this song was about 15-20 years old.... I was flabbergasted ! I had lived so many years without knowing and having ever heard such a beautiful song.... ?

    Later, I made some research about the singers of this song and discovered that they were some kind of scandalous... So I'm leaving it now into your hands as to the appropriateness of my choice of posting it here tonight ! I see nothing shocking in this very song.

    This weekend, I unbridled my tongue out of a deep love for a devastated friend of mine and a painfully wailing sheep of our Lord !

    * I didn't dare take a photo of the hall during the meeting and send it to you.... :p
     
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    MY SIMPLE LOVE

    My Simple Love

    There is no gift or words to sift,
    My simple love for you,
    No need to mind these thoughts so blind,
    As if my love was new;
    For I’m not smart or rash of heart,
    With clever words to say,
    So bear with me and you will see
    A better man one day;
    And if I’m slow to change, you’ll know,
    Because my words are few,
    My simple heart will just impart,
    This love I have for you.

    by Smoldering Wick


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    THE LOWLY

    original for form http://www.paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=2073

    THE LOWLY

    Lowly are the ones I love
    Within Jehovah’s throng,
    Though they are just a tiny voice,
    They praise Him with their song,
    A song that many cannot bear
    Because its words so few
    Bring nourishment with bitterness,
    An honesty that’s true,
    So care for all these little trees
    That bear not fruit so sweet,
    They test our love with faithfulness
    To make our hearts complete.

    Poetry by Smoldering Wick Paradise Cafe Discussions
     
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    CHANGES

    Feelings come and feelings go
    But I’m so scared to let them show
    For fear they are not real,
    For just as winter turns to spring
    And summer wings bring birds to sing
    A song I cannot feel,
    Within, I am, myself a man,
    Who does not really know,
    The melody inside of me,
    That will not let me grow;
    So if you see this mystery,
    So deep in me, a treachery,
    That many try and fail
    To understand, these feet of sand
    That cannot stand the reprimand
    Upon a heart that’s frail,
    Think not absurd I am a bird
    That never learned to fly
    Where dwells inside no chart to guide
    This lonely piece of sky
    Though there exists euphoric wisps
    Around a cloud of moon’s eclipse
    It is the bird of prey
    Than hunts for me relentlessly
    With pinions wide above a tree
    Above the misty grey
    It is the shadow of a hawk
    That sends the strong ones from the flock
    To lead their young away
    Whereas the weak are left behind
    For talons soaring sure to find
    The one that does delay
    So this is why I am alone
    And I am soon to die
    There is no place to call my own
    On none can I rely.


    poetry by Smoldering Wick

    http://paradisecafediscussions.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=1443
     

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