Politically Incorrect Love Poem

Written and published by Jean-Louis Mondon

A Breakfast Poem Baked with Love in the Sun

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 and 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.

Forgiven and free!

Reblogged from: servehiminthewaiting.wordpress.com

On the wings of the morning He quietly comes
Lighting nearby, patiently waiting
Dis-ordered thoughts begin to wander
Soon upon waking, toward tasks ahead
Spirit is tethered, grounded by gravity.
For life itself is very grave
Every struggle becomes a link
In the chain, growing heavy
And still He waits.   I know He is near
And then He speaks: “Why do you carry these?”
So as not to leave them littered along the way
How long have you carried them?
My, I couldn’t say.  Some of them are so old I feel they’ve always been there.
What good are they?
Good? What do you mean?
Why did you not lay them down?
I thought I was meant to keep them.
But why would you think that?
Well, they bear my name
Are you certain?
Last I checked!
Checked lately?
Well, no, but I count them pretty often
What on Earth for?
A habit by now, I suppose. Keeps me humble.
Humble?
You know!  Grounded!
Oh, I get it, restrained, repressed?
Yeah, something like that, I guess.  I mean, it feels like that sometimes.
Why would you want that?
I don’t want to be.  I just have been for just about as far back  as I can remember.
As far back as you can remember, or as far back as you dare to remember?
What’s the difference?
The difference is, I created you for more than this. You knew that once upon a time!
Yes, I know.  “Someday” I’ll be free from this sin nature and…
No, even now! Cast thy burden upon Me, and I shall sustain you.
Yeah.  I read that.
And?
I don”t deserve for You to carry my load
That’s true!

Look at Me! Do you see anyone here who condemns you?
I condemn me!
Ah!
I see.
Do you know what the word “deem” means?
To reckon something as being so?
That is pretty close, but more succinctly, it means “to judge”.
Do you know what redeemed means?
I guess that would mean “to judge again”?
You were deemed guilty but once you repented and asked for salvation, you were re-deemed to be “not guilty”.  Do you know that being “not guilty” is not the equivalent of being innocent?  “Not guilty” merely means that no punishment will be accounted to you for the crime.  As I said to Job, “I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.  Wilt thou also dis-annul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?” I have declared you “not guilty”, yet you persist in self-condemnation. Who is right, Me or you?
You are, Lord
Where is your Bible?
Right here.
Open it to John 8:36 and read to Me what it says.
If the Son, therefore, shall make you free, then ye shall be free indeed. I know, Lord, but…
I don’t see a but in that verse.
Ok.  What about everything else?
What else?
Our life seems like an endless series of “unfortunate events”, trials, setbacks, obstacles, whatever you want to call them!  It feels so relentless.  What are we doing wrong?
These “other things” you speak of, the trials, who has told you that they come due to something you are doing wrong? These things are so, that My works might be displayed in you. (John 9:3)  In my winnowing I separate wheat from chaff, using the wind of adversity to blow off the chaff, which is just an impurity, and retaining in you that which is good. On the other hand, Satan desires to sift you! (Luke 22:31)  Sifting is agitating in a way that shakes out all that is good, so that the only thing that remains is the bad.  He doesn’t touch your life without my permission.  What he means for evil, I use for your good.
I have prayed for you.  Right now, chaff fills the air, the shaking and the tossing feel turbulent, but trust Me.  I will complete the good work which I have begun in you.

The Nights of Vila Sonia

Written and published by Jean-Louis. 
 

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.

ODE TO A VIETNAM VETERAN - Henri Boyea

ODE TO A VIETNAM VETERAN

I made a warrior cry today;

A man I had just met.
The ballcap perched upon his head
Proclaimed “Vietnam Vet”.

A missing limb and crutches
Stood as silent testament
To the horrors he had lived through
And the hard years he has spent .

The tears welled up behind his eyes,
And he looked a little nervous,
When I simply spoke five little words:
“Thank you for your service”.

How much those few words meant to him
He said I’d never know;
The words he should have heard, but didn’t,
So many years ago.

He is no less, or more, heroic
Than soldiers past or present,
But he never got the welcome home
His sacrifices warrant.

Few soldiers want to go to war,
Or find in it much pleasure:
They fight and die for those they love
And the Liberty they treasure.

In foreign lands their blood is spilled;
Our Fathers, sons, and brothers.
Don’t forget, your freedom costs
The lives and limbs of others.

So whether you agree, or not,
With what they’re called to do;
Step up and shake the hands of those
Who stood and fought for you.

Henri Boyea
copyright 2009
Permission to share if authorship acknowledged.
For-profit use requires written permission.

UPDATE: BEM TE VI - (I see you) with MP3 Audio File

UPDATE:  MP3 AUDIO FILE: BEM TE VI (I See You)
Voice participation by w.c. whitaker livinginhisname.org

With all the depressing news telling us of the coming chaos and impending doom, I thought it appropriate to lighten up the mood and share with you some of the beauty of our God´s creation I have been blessed in Brazil in photo, song and poetry.

 
BEM TE VI  (Portuguese - I see you. Written and published by Jean-Louis.) http://thelightseed.blogspot.com

Bem Te Vi, Bem Te Vi
You who sing of God´s glory

Your song is so pretty

It could seem monotone
But the call of your heart
In Springtime or Autumn
Is a confession or a delight
On a sad day or a bright night

Bem Te Vi, Bem Te Vi
Heavenly Messenger
With vigilant eye, a warning
To the wicked you call
And the righteous too
You faithfully fulfill your part
Secrets of our heart revealing
Without your own condemning 

Bem Te Vi, Bem Te Vi

Please be my friend
You see me, this I know
Because you keep telling me so
But when to the Father
My many faults you tell
Remember as you go
The good I do as well


Bem Te Vi, Bem Te Vi
Angel in disguise
The Word speaks of you
As a messenger divine
When It wisely declares: "Be careful
When the King you revile  
Even in your thoughts
Or the rich you curse
In your bedroom"
For Bem Te Vi on swift wings
Could report the whisperings . (Ecclesiates 10:20)

Jean-Louis

Credit: from Carlos Weick's Flicker album.

The Promise

THE PROMISE. To my brother in Christ Alex Tinson
Written and published by Jean-Louis http://thelightseed.blogspot.com

For us today, God´s promise still stands
He will act in power through our hands
Come rain, come snow, fire or even hail
The gates of hell will not prevail
He said it to Abraham and to His church again

He is our Head, His body is not the tail
Let His Spirit fill your sail
The call today is still the same
To go and catch fish in his name

Do not worry if you have the skill
The Master himself will teach you
Be obedient, faithful, and trust him
Your net with a good catch He will fill

Raise up today the standard of love
Rest in Jesus´finished work

Walk circumspect, watch and pray
Right in the middle of the fray
Now is the time to stand up and fight
In the awesome power of his might
Shielded by your faith and His light

Hear today, Oh Christian under his blood
You will not perish in the flood
Our goal is close, I hear his voice
Calling his own: "my bride, late is the hour
Come up hither, my kingdom enter
Receive the fruit of your labour."

Maranatha, come Lord Jesus!

Jean-Louis. March 7 2012

ESCAPE INTO FREEDOM

ESCAPE INTO FREEDOM
Written and published by Jean-Louis 
http://thelightseed.blogspot.com

The cage door opens and closes slowly
Hesitating as in an off-beat ballet
The yellow bird contemplates her fate
To languish a prisoner inside
Or risk everything and escape

The stalking black cat plays dead
Waiting patiently to hear a movement
A flutter of wings indicating
The delicious horror of stumbling

Freedom is so close, prudence calls
To go unnoticed, blend with the walls
The feline dreams salivating with malice
Fright overwhelms the fettered prey
She trembles hoping for a rescue
Wishing for a miracle of deliverance

Suddenly the bird takes fresh heart

Remembering that she is blessed of her Creator

By more than the beauty of her plumage

She starts singing a song of praise

To her Protector rendering homage

And in a flight of notes reclaims her liberty

The enemy scampers off startled

By the powerful war cry

Shouted with invincible joy and faith

In the One who helps conquer fear.

Jean-Louis.

LET´S PRETEND

Let´s Pretend

Translation from the original poem “Faz de Conta” by Ester Marques

Let´s pretend that the past happens today

That the voice and the smile from the heart

Remain an endless source of tenderness

That the poem has not abandoned the soul

At the junction of doubting
Or that it escapes in the ruins of uncertainty.

Let´s pretend that the map is not torn

That the pleasure of sharing is hung

To moldings of dreams

And does not lie in tombs void of echoes

That pain finds expression in the forgotten tune

And that time elapsed is a vanished mist
That there remains a constancy in the heart beat

And that childhood still persists

Even if buried under a shroud of responsibilities.

Let´s pretend that laughter and tears have not yet met

That transparency is not a mirror

With reflections of psycho babble

That feelings are a one way journey

That logic does not consist in punctuated letters.

Let´s pretend that the tickets are still intact

And that the forgotten music still chimes out

That this ingenuous and non-conformist thought
Feeds at the table of bliss

That silence becomes a metaphor

and a password weaving a new frame.

Let´s pretend and not feign

That we will be happy with provided needs

And not with unaffordable superfluity

That we will not abandon hunting for answers

That our feet will mark again

Forgotten places of earth and fine sand

That we will not welcome an indifference for harbingers

And that we will refuse to accept defeat.

Let´s pretend that I will not tremble

When the door opens

And I see a hand named Hope

Make a welcoming gesture inviting me to come in.

Let´s pretend… it is an endless journey.

THE WOUNDS OF MY FRIEND JESUS

THE WOUNDS OF MY FRIEND JESUS
Written and posted by Jean-Louis http://theligthseed.blogspot.com 

"Better is an open rebuke than hidden love.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend."

Proverbs 27: 5,6.

To my friend Terry

 

Oh, Jesus my very best friend

Your love for me has no end

You prove it to me when

You open up a festering wound

With the sharp edge of your sWord

Then wash it clean to make me holy,
Without stain, wrinkle or blemish
Cleansing me with the pure water of your Word.

When I gaze upon your face
 Eternity fills my soul’s empty space

Earthly sorrow becomes a gain

When grace and truth meet up close
And righteousness and peace kiss each other
I better understand your grand purpose

In the light of the truth of your Word.

In your loving hand I trust

Stitches and knots, compassion’s handiwork

The ugly tear mending

With the painful truth of your Word.

My hopes fulfilled, your promises kept,

I rest in you, I need not fret

The wings of your wind bring healing

My fragmented being becomes whole and authentic

When I believe the eternal truth of your Word.

But mine gently closed without blame

You poured on them the balm of Gilead

To cover up sin’s shame

With the healing truth of your Word.

Without any hope of being free

In your mercy Father, you sent your Word

With a command my chains you broke

Opening the door of freedom forever

With the powerful truth of your Word.

Now sorrow turns into great joy

Mourning into dancing, darkness into light

The spirit of heaviness take a flight

All these hidden treasures are found

With the key you give to all your children

Who love and keep the truth of your Word.

Jean-Louis.

A STRANGE MIXTURE

Written and published by Jean-Louis http://thelightseed.blogspot.com

A curious blend of a hope-blue sky

And an absence-gray fog,
Opaque light, shadowy moiré eclipse
Slowly creeps into my thoughts.

Such a close distance comes to trouble
My peaceful existence, as a sweet reproach,
Sensation of imperceptible well-being
Of a belonging mimicking a habit
Chosen need that transcends defining.

 How could I harmonize the chorus

Beating in the thoughts of our heart
Without damaging the whole
That makes and keeps us one?

 Notes in flight freely escape

Without prelude, nor preamble,
  Gliding in the vestibule
  And the long, slow corridor of time.

Countdown without recourse
Except a prayer coated with hope
Granting us the vision of a star-studded heaven
Through the weft of a longing driven
By the flame of a hearth long awaited
Within reach of our dream,
Bearer of triumphant sighs of relief.

 This deceitful mirror, soot covered

Mocking and miserable mask
Retreats under the cover of night
Faced with the incomparable light
Of an invincible and sweet reality.
 
Jean-Louis.