just so he could take her there.
Category Archives: Poetry
The ramblings of my mind in rhythm and rhyme defined
Well Dressed Walking Dead
Anita Sarah Rose
What if?
A piece I wrote ever so long ago and only just realised isn’t here on the site.
Hope you enjoy it!
Let’s say we’re wrong,
Us Christians and what we sing in our songs
let’s say the disciples of Jesus
went all out to fool us
and the stories of the bible
were bedtime stories for the people
say it was all some sort of fable
a tale from a land distant and impalpable Continue reading What if?
We are Poems
This is not a drill!
Entirely random thought, but I just realised I’ve never had to use that phrase before in real life!!
Anyway, I’ve got a companion post for The Big X photo gallery I recently posted in the works but whilst that’s on the conveyor belt I wanted to share a video with you from an event I literally just got back from.
I had the pleasure of ministering at The Grace Convention which was organised by Emmanuel Danso Ministries, it was a great event and Emmanuel really shared some powerful thoughts on the Bible, and religion, and the true meaning of Grace, and I’m sure everyone in attendance was blessed. I know I was!! Continue reading We are Poems
A prayer for night time (Haiku)
As sun stood still till
war was won, May night not end
till my rest is done!
Battle Ready
…
“My God’s an Arsonist
think slips on fire on your head,
Blow torch lobotomist
A mind renewed by what is read,
He is a Botonist
bare fruit when life has real effect
Zombie apocalypse
His Kid, He raised us from the dead!”
…
The Empty Hand seeking Ultimate Truth
Bare soles of our feet
like how we bare our souls when we meet
in victory or defeat
we seek
The Ultimate Truth
Through mastery of self
Consequentially through the enhancement of our health
through long stances and short
through muscle, through thought
This is far more than just a sport
Thank You lists
Much like Troy
His fall began with a woman wronged
And Peter took a stand like the hook of a romantic song,
Not many would risk losing their home
To defend a woman’s honour
because a racist pig’s that hand’s owner.But like any good television drama
Everything that could go wrong does so at the same time
The First and the Last Adam
In the moments before his lips ever lied
before his tongue ever tried, twisting truth
before his teeth tore through, forbidden fruit,
before Adam realised, he’d bitten of much more than he could chew
having ignored God’s advice and taking of the tree of knowledge of Good and evil
and one so supremely significant
even the Son of God would follow suit