My Poetry

Submitted by rastawalsh on Thu, 05/15/2008 at 2:47am.

BLACK HAIR Black hairBeautiful eyesBad thoughts rushing through my mindGood for me but bad for youWhat ever way you see thisI can’t get you out of my mindFor BABYLON cannot arrange thisFor cripples and black hairare not allowed even think this For the shape of my mindand the shape of my bodyI personally shouldn’t exist But I love black hair Beautiful eyesand I always love this stareso who gives a damn about this chairI can’t help if I careBlack hair, beautiful eyes

BY STEPHEN WALSH

"PAINTING AND WRITING" The painting will help the writingSo I don’t give up the fightingMy fear and painare just another gameof dream and illusion for me My pain is to gainLoveand my fear is when I loveFear of emotionNot fear of anyone else For I keep fighting for the rightto expressand I shape out writin' and paintin'like a woman’s breast I love sexThat is why I shape my painting’s outlike a beautiful woman wearing a dressFor there’s one thing I’d love to doand that’s to address my fear of love The paintin' will help the writin'So I don’t give up the fight STEPHEN RASTA WALSH

“ JAH RASTAFARI”RASTAFARI spirit of JAH, smell the herbHere Ethiopia calling the prophets whenever cryingthey where always trying to drag babylon downgive thanks and praise to JAH as his spirit has helped the prophets in the past for them that do not know it and do not wish to believe itJAH is with us all no matter how we callwe could be calling in Israelwe could be calling in Zimbabweno matter which way we are callingas long as we are getting the message throughfor I and I and all people thank the prophets of yesterday for they will never go awaythem a rastas them a buddas them is catholic tooso no matter who they are JAH RASTAFARI will see them throughso my message to you is rise togetherso we are calling everyone and everywherefor the spirit of JAH has always been throughno matter what they call him he is always there for youso let us rise together, together we will rise. Stephen Rasta Walsh

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by madaboutchess - 4 months ago
sussex United Kingdom

Member Since: Dec 2007
Member Points: 27

Well said Lynn, but I think you will find Stephen Walsh is a Rastafarian, not a Christian, not the same thing.

by Lynn - 4 months ago
Topeka United States

Member Since: Feb 2008
Member Points: 6

Good morning. I got an e-mail today that invited me to read these poems you've written. As you might remember me telling you, my husband and brother-in-Christ is in a wheel chair also, and very unhappy about it. My mom and sister-in-Christ, who was bed fast, died last week her funeral was Monday. This is the poem she gave us -

" I am home in Heaven, dear ones; Oh,so happy and bright ! ... There is perfect joy and beauty ; in this everlasting light... All pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in Heaven at last.... There is work still for you here, so please take your brothers hand; Do it now, while life remaineth ( you shall rest in Jesus' land )...When that work is all completed, God will gently call you to His home; Oh, the rapture of that metting, Oh the joy to see you come !"

I know that you're a Christian, I see the cross on your wall in the back ground of the photos you've shared with us here at Chess.com. As I read your poem " Black Hair " at first I thought you were writting a poem about Jesus and His black hair on the cross. Can you see Him there with his black hair matted together with blood from that crown of thorns we put on Him ? Especially when the Holy Ghost reminds me that " You know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sake He became poor, so that you by His poverty might become rich... not a hair of your head will perish...even the hairs of your head are all numbered."

He protect us in our great weakness against the devil, the world, and the flesh. He rules and leads us in His ways [Deuteronomy 8:6], raises us again when we stumble [Proverbs 4:11-12], comforts us under the cross and in temptations [2 Corinthians 1:3-5], and preserves us for life eternal [John 12:25]. I wish it could have been us there standing behind Him at His feet, weeping, wetting His feet with our tears and wiped them with the hair of our head and kissed His feet and anointed them with ointment. Those beautiful feet of His, that were nailed to the cross to pay for our freedom. "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of Jesus who brought good news, who published peace, who brought good news of happiness, who published salvation, who said to Zion, “Your God reigns.”