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Friday, February 12, 2016

"Angels Cry" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Rushing the Land Masses, Cutting and Gorging the Lands, as With Hands These Mighty Rivers...

As the Poet begins to write one of his very first poems. He begins to witness the fallen angel's, that Donald saw fall from Heaven, and then their encasement into the City of Atlantis, by God's Holy Spirit. As seen through the eyes of the Angel Donald, when at first it was seen and witnessed by him.  

"Angels Cry"


i’ve been alive three thousand plus years

i’ve seen a single tear amass in turn into streams, then rivers they become

Filling the depressions upon the lands, lakes they became

Dammed up unwilling to break; when broken, torrents they become

Rushing the land masses, cutting and gorging the lands, as with hands

Mighty rivers streaming to the seas; they became oceans

A falling angel not yet fallen; a brother of the mighty Michael

The one who cast that old Dragon out

That sinful devil; so full of pride, it is he they hide me from

Because from betwixt his lips, he did but dare; kiss me, with a lie

“they will take Him from Us they will you know’

These humans, they must go We were first, you know this much, is true

The Mighty One has uncannily harmed Us by letting them reproduce

Let Us not take the hurt

A war We must make; We deserve Our just desserts


i was thrown from heaven; down to the earth, by my dear brother

“Our Lords Warrior” and one other

Before the war: Lost in the aftermath of “The Great War”

Micheal’s brother, his mind erased of all; but, where he, came from

and not why he, is here now

my God He hides His face from me, and i do not understand

my wings have be torn away; away from me they are

For i am no more a citizen of Heaven’s sweet land


But, now a citizen of this earth; yet , my reproduction is given; just not my rebirth

i’ve been walking this ball of clay, without my brothers or sisters; if you will

Now all of us, just lambs

Baying

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

"Within the Shepherd’s Heart"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: A Poetic Twist to the Tale of Pinocchio.


Within the Shepherd’s Heart

You! You have surrounded me with this plague
Oh Lord my God, you are poetic
With in you every thing is copacetic
We humans are, so pathetic
Goodness and humor are your favorite vices
Like the ventriloquists’ dummies; the things they say
They are your words; unknowingly
Master puppeteers’ are blissfully ignorant of their silence
You are our Shepherd with indifference
Ironically; your humor is bittersweet
It makes the marionette laugh and
The puppeteer becomes aware of its Master’s hands
The bleating sheep are yet to be sheared
With honesty and laughter you tear and tare
These earthen dummies with strings attached
Heartlessly; hands shoved into their backs
The heard needs one good whack across its back
To break all their strings, to replace halos and wings
To hear the Cherubim sing
Oh to hear those angels sing
To lead and guide
To carry and hide
To be gathered beneath their enormous wings
Attached but yet, without strings
Staffs in hand
Awaiting the golden bands
Announcements made
Time not delayed
The curtain it rolls away
The heathen is swayed
Lives reborn homage paid
Truth is now displayed
Clay pots broken; their silver cords part
One makes for a brand new start
They become real Sons’
Within the Shepherd’s heart


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Monday, July 28, 2014

"An Angel's Cry"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


As the Poet begins to write one of his very first poems. He begins to witness the fallen angel's, that Donald saw fall from Heaven, and then their encasement into the City of Atlantis, by God's Holy Spirit. As seen through the eyes of the Angel Donald, when at first it was seen and witnessed by him.



i’ve been alive three hundred thousand plus years


i've witnessed all that I can


i’ve seen a single tear amass and turn into streams

 When rivers they become

Filling the depressions upon the lands

 Lakes they became

Dammed up unwilling to break

 When broken torrents they became

Rushing the land masses cutting and gorging the lands; as with hands

Mighty rivers streaming to the seas; they became oceans

A falling angel not yet fallen

 A brother of the mighty Michael

The one who cast that old Dragon out

That sinful devil; so full of pride

 It is he they hide me from

Because from betwixt his lips, he did but dare kiss me

 With a lie

they will take Him from Us they will you know"

These humans, they must go

We were first you know this much, is true


The Mighty One has uncannily harmed Us by letting them reproduce

Let Us not take the hurt

A war We must make

We deserve Our just desserts


i was thrown from heaven; down to the earth by my dear brother

Our Lords Warrior”

and one other


Before the war: Lost in the aftermath

of

The Great War

Micheal's brother, his mind erased of all but where he came from

And not why he is here now


my God He hides His face from me, and i do not understand

my wings have been torn away

 Away from me they are

For i am no more a citizen of Heaven's sweet land

But, now a citizen of this earth

 Yet , my reproduction is given me

 Just not my rebirth

i’ve been walking this ball of clay for umpteen years

 Without my brothers or sisters; if you will

Now all of us, just lambs

Baying



A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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Monday, February 17, 2014

"Within the Shepherd's Heart"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: A Poetic Twist to the Tale of Pinocchio


"Within the Shepherd's Heart"

You! 

You have surrounded me with this plague

Oh Lord my God, you are poetic

Within you every thing is copacetic

We humans are, so pathetic

Goodness and humor are your favorite vices

Like the ventriloquists’ dummies; the things they say

They are your words; unknowingly

Master puppeteers’ are blissfully ignorant of their silence

You are our Shepherd with indifference

Ironically; your humor is bittersweet

It makes the marionette laugh

 As

The puppeteer becomes aware of its Master’s hands

The bleating sheep are yet to be sheared

With honesty and laughter you tear and tare

These earthen dummies with strings attached

Heartlessly; hands shoved into their backs

The heard needs one good whack across its back

To break all their strings, to replace halos and wings

To hear the Cherubim sing

Oh to hear those angels sing

To lead and guide

To carry and hide

To be gathered beneath their enormous wings

Attached but yet, without strings

Staffs in hand

Awaiting the golden bands

Announcements made

Time not delayed

The curtain it rolls away

The heathen is swayed

Lives reborn now homage is paid

Truth now displayed

Clay pots broken; their silver cords part

One makes for a brand new start

They become real Sons’

Within the Shepherd’s heart


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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Sunday, December 8, 2013

"Stolen Time Displaced"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections on Time Lost


"Stolen Time Displaced"


We woke together softly and secured
We played endlessly forever to endure

Guarded creations and interventions made
Post war, per war, causes for; plans to be delayed

New inventions, secretes untold and then
They unfold making way for things anew that bend

Nothing is new under our sun
Not since this old life of ours begun

Tears are watered down
Necromancers still abound

The dawn still wears her tarnished golden gown
Pixies and Fairies still dance and come around

True; they and their things, have been displaced
But, not one single one, has yet to been erased

Vested and tested we, but you all, broke the mold
Tell me do; what true value does, have your gold

Turned my fingers green minors mind by fools
Useless humans ruled with unwanted rules

Never bending their backs or bending their knees
Yet still, they pick up sticks and swat at the busy bees

Fleas upon the dogs of war
Let the Eagle sore, soar

Let them restore the time which was golden
Time which was lost and stolen

Or that which was displaced
By slothful humans of the Human Race

These; they them selves, have done it to themselves
Stolen time and displaced the whole lot of us

These humans raced


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

"The Poet" a story of Biblical per portions by Sinbad the Sailor Man. Authors Notes:

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Donald Beres Jr's Notes: On the Story. "The Poet" a story of Biblical per portions by Sinbad the Sailor Man. Section One the opening for the encounter. These are my personal notes and they are jumbled up and have weird caps and things in quotations and brackets and in parentheses for my own detailing and defining, But I'll share what I got so far so you may see the inner workings of my mind.


The story behind the story or just some notes for to create a story the way this amateur tries to write.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Stolen Time Displaced

Stolen Time Displaced

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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: Reflections on time lost.


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Angels Cry

Angels Cry
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



This is the author's ideal of the mindset, of an angel who thinks he has fallen.



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