Writer’s Block

Yup! Crumpled paper everywhere! I love writing but the flow is somewhat blocked… And I’m sure that, somewhere in this brain of mine, there are several poems that could be pushed out, but right now I can’t seem to put one metaphor together that makes sense. 

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YOU DUMB, DUMB DOG

“His watchmen are blind: they are all ignorant, they are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber.” -Isaiah 56:10

You Dumb, Dumb Dog!

How stupid can you be?

While you are basking in tithes and offerings,

Your sheep live in poverty.

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You refuse to preach against the sin

That holds the sinner bound,

While you stomp and trample all over God’s grace,

As you play the glory hound.

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You’re a lousy watchman,

And you fail to sound the alarm.

You bring your people to spiritual death,

And you cause them spiritual harm.

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What’s worse is you know

that you bring your people to destruction,

But you’re indifferent and neglect the things of God;

And to your sheep,

You’ve become their most gigantic obstruction.

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You cozy up with your practice of sin,

You Dumb, Dumb Dog,

And you cannot figure out your mask has fallen off

And exposes you for what you are;

You are nothing more than a total fraud.

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You’ve played favorites,

And you’ve taken bribes;

You’ve been bought out,

And the outcasts you’ve pushed aside,

While you coddle the woman named Jezebel,

Who tears through the church raising Hell.

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You’ve twisted the Word of God,

Making the Word of God taste like cotton candy,

Staggering around like a fool

as if you’re drunk on Brandy.

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You gossip and slander,

Pour out lies and deceit,

Betraying, Bad mouthing, Backbiting,

Double crossing, Double dealing,

And a whole lot of smearing.

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You’re a false teacher,

a false prophet,

a false preacher,

and a dumb, dumb dog.

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Respect is earned,

And you’ve earned NONE.

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You’re washed up,

a-has been,

And you’re officially done.

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Written By Linda A. Knowles

You Rescue Me

psalm 113



YOU RESCUE ME

Written By Linda A. Knowles



I will praise You in the morning,

And I will praise You in the night,

even when it seems there is no hope in sight;

For You, O God, are my Deliverer,

And You are my Strength;

And You, O Lord, are the One Who Rescues Me

from the hands of my enemies.



I will praise the Lord at all times.  I will constantly speak his praises.  I will boast only in the Lord; let all who are helpless take heart.  Come, let us tell of the Lord’s greatness; let us exalt his name together.  I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me. He freed me from all my fears.  Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy; no shadow of shame will darken their faces.  In my desperation, I prayed, and the Lord listened; he saved me from all my troubles.  For the angel of the Lord is a guard; he surrounds and defends all who fear him.” –(Psalm 34:1-7NLT)


 

Your Words Are Sweet

Psalm 119vs124



“I am your servant; deal with me in unfailing love,

and teach me your decrees.”

Psalm 119:124 (NLT)



YOUR WORDS ARE SWEET

By Linda A. Knowles

 

Like Mary, O God, let me sit at Your feet

to devour the Words that You speak

For Your Words are like honey on my lips

And Your decrees ever sweet.

Deal with Your servant gently, O Lord,

and teach me Your ways;

That I may listen to all Your commands

to take heed of and obey.

 

Sweet Song, Sweet Melody

BIBLE 8


MY SWEET SONG, MY SWEET MELODY

Written By Linda A. Knowles

 


 

My Sweet Song,

My Sweet Melody,

My God to whom I sing.

Abba,

Sweet Melody,

You are my song-

Through every day,

Through every night.

You are the sweetest song I know,

My Sweet Melody;

And I will glory in who You are,

And sing praises to Your name.

 

Calvary’s Love

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CALVARY’S LOVE

Written By Linda A. Knowles

 

I look up to see

Calvary’s Love

Upon The Old Rugged Cross

Telling of Redemption’s Story

of Jesus the Christ

And the price He paid

Badly beaten

Then crucified

And being wounded for our transgressions

Bruised for our iniquities

By whose stripes we are healed

And as I look upon the Old Rugged Cross

My Savior is no longer there

For He rose up from the dead

With glorious resurrection power

Conquering death, hell, and the grave

My Triumphant Savior and Lord

The God of Victory



“…if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.  For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.”

Romans 10:9-10 (ESV)

“The message of the cross is foolish to those who are headed for destruction!  But we who are being saved know it is the very power of God.”

1 Corinthians 1:18 (NLT)

Fallen Redwood & Ash

FALLEN REDWOOD & MOUNTAIN ASH

By Linda A. Knowles

March 2018

REDWOOD 1

O Mighty Redwood and Mountain Ash,

whose girth of trunk and superlative height none

could, at one time, compare!

Nevertheless, you have fallen!

And Jezebel and Ahab suffocate you;

and the vultures fly overhead, 

to seek out where the carcass lies,

as the Ara Macaos,

perched upon your branches,

cackle and call out,

and they shriek wildly,

sending out their cries

and flailing their wings all about.

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“Make Me Like Wax”

MAKE ME LIKE WAX

Written By Linda A. Knowles

October 2003

CANDLE 1

Make me like wax before the fire,

Softened and easy to shape.

Though my flesh roars out

for acts and crusades of rebellion,

May my spirit always yield

and submit to your ways.

Though purification

from selfishness and pride,

wrongful ways and sinful attitudes

may inflict temporal pain,

cleansed me as You did Isaiah

when the coal touched his lips

so I may be with You

from everlasting to everlasting.

May I continually strive

along your paths of righteousness

and seek out Your ways

that I might not become calloused

and lose First Love.

Hidden In The Cleft

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O You are the God in whom I trust,

You’re the God in whom I trust,

And You are the Solid Rock,

Upon which I stand;

I’m hidden in the Cleft,

Your Child I am.

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You prepare a table for me,

In the presence of my enemies,

And they will not triumph over me.

I’m determined to do Your will,.

And drink deeply from the Well.

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I shall trust in You, My Lord and My God,

As I walk this narrow road

The path of victory-

You have placed me on.

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I will trust and obey,

Following Your ways,

Determined to do Your Will,

For it does not matter what man may say.

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I will proclaim,

“You are my God my Rock,”

For I am safe in You,

And You shelter me.

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Legend In Your Own Mind

VULTURE 1



LEGEND IN YOUR OWN MIND

Written By Linda A. Knowles



You are a legend

in your own mind

and you can’t

even seem to find

a little

not even a drop

of the dirt you threw at

the one

who dared escape

your vicious claws

and all this time

you believed

that one would continue

to drag behind.

 

 

A vulture-

That you are

and your conscience

seared

and the one

who escaped

your talons

flies high and free

above the trees

to mountain heights

having mounted up with wings

like an eagle

and soaring

through the air

upheld by His powerful hands.

 

 

Amazing Love



AMAZING LOVE

Written By Linda A. Knowles



CROSS 1

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Amazing love, O Lord My God!

Amazing love I cannot fathom!

No matter what I do,

Your love never changes,

Your love still remains.

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Amazing love, O Lord My God!

Such amazing love!

If I could only see,

the depth,

the height,

the width,

of Your unending love so sublime;

But even then,

I would not be able to fully comprehend.

Resolving

 



RESOLVING

Written By Linda A. Knowles



CALLED 1Your holiness,

Your perfect ways,

Not striving,

But resolving,

To remain steadfast,

Walking the old path,

You marked out long ago.

Taking Shelter



TAKING SHELTER
Written By Linda A. Knowles



PSALMS 91.4Taking shelter-

Under the shadow of Your wings-

Where You keep Your children safe.

Taking shelter-

Recalling Your promises,

Remembering Your goodness and care,

And knowing, LORD, Your children can call on You,

Because You’re always there.

Let Me See



LET ME SEE

Written By Linda A. Knowles



CLOUDS 1 -Internet

Peel back the clouds,

And let me see,

The fullness, the splendor of Your Majesty,

And let me behold my eternal home,

That New Jerusalem,

With layered walls of precious gems,

The streets of gold, the crystal sea.

The fairest bloom and fairest face cannot compare to You,

Who is of unfailing love,

Who bestows unending grace,

And Your mercies ever new.

 

Be Careful For Those Dark Corners Where Sin Is Allowed To Dwell

JEZEBEL’S WEB

Black Widow

The widow weaves her web so steadily,

Each silk strand in its place,

That dark corner that will ensnare,

Those simpletons in her space.

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She’ll go against the Word of God,

And set the trap in place,

And there so obvious are her victims hung

On each and every strand that’s strung.

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Her web expands in width and height,

The depths not truly known;

But each and every single strand

Holds those known and unknown.

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She spun them in her silken web and slowly drains their blood,

Her victims with eyes sunken and ashen faces,

So pale from her unloving embraces,

But she cradles her human slaves,

Now bound by her vicious silken strands.

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You see her web has stretched so far and wide,

Her dungeon blackened and damp;

And fools go down into her place,

To find themselves dying in disgrace.

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Be careful for those dark corners,

Where sin is allowed to dwell,

Where transgressions are celebrated,

Where lies are free to swell.

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Be careful for the black widow,

Who would try to claim your soul,

For the wickedness that is her,

Her name is Jezebel.

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Written By Linda A. Knowles

Mere Mortal Words Escape

BREAK AWAY 1…And I cry, “Abba, Father”

Mere mortal words escape me;

And I cannot express

nor convey the depths of this soul.

…And I cannot speak

But only in unknown tongue

not known to mere man,

But, You, Abba, and only You

can truly comprehend.

 

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L.A. Knowles

Deeper Still

Magnolia Tree 3



DEEPER STILL

Written By Linda A. Knowles



Deeper still,

where He leads,

In His ways,

Where He treads,

There I shall go.

Pen & Paper My Way

notebook-3I’ve loved paper and pen for as long as I can remember, and when I went to college, college only fueled my love for it a lot more.  Some say I was addicted, and many have wondered what my fascination was with pen and paper;  if I could write on it, I was fascinated.  No matter where I was, no matter what I did, paper and pen were immediately within my reach.

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There’s nothing like opening a brand new ream of paper, fresh scent, crisp feel to it where secrets, thoughts, things in life that make no sense can be worked out, described in detail until everything inside is out of your system…  A safe place, a friend, and a great therapist which can be immediately ripped to shreds, burnt up, or put away depending on the thoughts and/or the confession.  I know it may sound crazy to some people, and that’s fine.  However, each of us has some way of dealing with stuff.  My way happens to be with pen and paper.

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pen-paper-3With Much Love,

L.A. Knowles

The Toxic Friend

THE TOXIC FRIEND

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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She brought up past sins,

from those long ago days,

a time from the past;

and I saw her ways.

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A friendship so toxic,

and it finally fell apart;

But it felt for me,

a yoke,

that broke;

and no more dart-like words,

to smack me in the face,

for towards the very end,

the friendship was covered with oleander,

concealed by pretty lace.

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It took its toll,

discouraging words,

background trolls,

broken promises,

so many no’s.

toxic-3

The spouting of a familiar phrase,

One I would often hear her say,

“I didn’t do anything wrong,”

and fault fell to me,

even when it was hers,

constantly-

always-

apologizing,

endlessly.

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Continually,

I was saying,

“I’m sorry for…”

seemingly all the time;

but she claimed no part.

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How she got all innocent;

to this day,

I still don’t know;

But,

more and more,

I understand,

as time goes on and on.

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A Peck of Gold By Robert Frost

~ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS BY ROBERT FROST~

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A PECK OF GOLD

Written By Robert Frost

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Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
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All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like god in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
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Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
‘We all must eat our peck of gold.’

Rawest of Moments – That’s Where God Can Work

RAWEST OF MOMENTS

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Heart Broken, Spirit Crushed, Soul Torn Asunder

Mind Flooded With So Many Thoughts

Eye Brimming With Tears

Endless Sleepless Nights

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

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Pouring Out of Heart Before Him

Admission of Powerlessness

Confession of Iniquities

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

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No Make-Up On, No Clothes On, No Mask Worn

Your Frailty & Nakedness Exposed

Your Strength & Vanity Gone

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

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Figuring Out The Only Place You Can Turn To

Light Finally Dawning On Marblehead

You’ve Found Your Way Back Home

Into His Loving Arms You Run

Enveloped By His Love

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

 

Attiq Yomin

Ancient of DaysLet me fall before Your throne at Your feet,

My Attiq Yomin,

Where  I can worship You,

And worship You alone,

And bands of angels all about,

Singing praises to Your name.

Ancient of Days,

You’re without End;

You are Everlasting to Everlasting,

Never changing;

You always remain the same.

Magnify

MAGNIFY

Written By Linda A. Knowles

Let Thy Glory

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O Magnify the Lord with me-

Praise to Him, the King of kings!

And I shall lift my voice to sing of His everlasting goodness,

The goodness of The Mighty Sovereign King!

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Almighty God!

You reign supreme,

For You are the God Most High,

And none compares to You, My God,

The Holy, Righteous One.

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You are the Horn of My Salvation,

Exalted far above all the earth,

And You are strong and glorious,

Mighty to save,

Giver of Life,

Everlasting Father,

And You are One!

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Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost

*POEM BY ROBERT FROST*

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

Damsel in Distress

DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

Written By Linda A. Knowles

Damsel 2

Peeled herself up off the floor,

Her world – Fallen apart,

Feeling hopeless.

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She is the damsel in distress.

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Everything she knew,

She now no longer knew;

And what she didn’t know,

She now knew.

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As she crumpled once again to the floor…

No place to call her own,

Except for her place in Heaven,

Longing for her eternal home,

And seeing things around her she needs to live for.

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She called out,

Though nothing came from her mouth,

And she shouted out,

Though no one could hear.

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The tears that streaked her face seemed never-ending,

And the tire tracks of nervousness,

Imprinted on her heart, mind, body, soul.

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She rode out her nights,

Imprisoned in her mind,

Woke up terrified by screaming,

To  find it was her own.

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She not knowing where to go,

Not knowing what to  do,

She could only look upward,

And in her cries of desperation,

Not heard by anyone,

Were heard by the Father above,

Who rapped His arms around her in love.

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The road has been long,

And weary she has been,

Still traveling this road,

That will soon come to an end.

Where Horses Run Free

WHERE HORSES RUN FREE

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Lush green meadows

as far as the eye can see.

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Wild flowers springing up all about;

Fragrance filling the air,

after the wind-driven rain of the night,

where horses run free,

where they gather to graze.

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That I should run so so free,

With no fear of what is ahead,

Or what lies beyond the tomorrow.

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Wildly free,

Like the way horses run,

And then to rest;

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And enjoy places such as flower-filled meadows,

where horses run wild and free.

Silver Grayed Wolf

SILVER GRAYED WOLF

Written By Linda A. Knowles

Wolf

 

Plucked out from forbidden pleasure,

The silver grayed wolf showed his face,

Ghastly color of sin and death displayed…

Across his face.

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Having come out from his wooded home,

He growls only to find a lamb wandering;

He nears the lamb who comes up to him,

And the silver grayed wolf pounces,

Holding the lamb down,

His teeth piercing the lamb.

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Badly injured,

Lamb laid out before him,

And the silver grayed wolf looks up,

Drunk on the blood from the wounded lamb.

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Zoning out,

Silver grayed wolf just stares ahead,

And upon the branch of a tree nearby,

Now hangs his uniform,

Until once again he needs to dress as a lamb.