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Michael's Manifestation at the Burning Bush

                                                                 “               I                ”                                                              am        a   flame,  a          pi                                                              not     circle   *   based    but                                                                    soul     defined within   mote                                                                                                                                          molded,   laced before    time’s                                                          tincture in    creation’s      craw.                                                       I’m Michael,     arched     archangel,                                                armed to claw!  My   one   star centered orb                                               illuminates below the          Great “I AM” as                                            He berates the dearest            of the dear concerning                              Law…THE Law…THE LAW!             How much more He need                  draw?  You yearn His thunder’s voice                 from High above?  Prepare, then,            deafness the price for His love.  You pine                  His visage?  Sun, no more. to see?        You wish to touch to no more touch the we?                  I come to warn of vision’s visit NOW!    No time remaining, seen by flaming brow.    In                  love, He rages, trembling through His thought      that Man will not absorb lesson’s taught.  Hell’s           Bells?    Not Satan’s, but Heaven’s Bells rung,        announcing His      intention’s Plan, choir sung; beyond a million billion souls to ban, He weeps,          in constant, for       one noble man.  John’s Last Reveal too distant for your      lines?      Then               open eyes,         behold the timely signs                that lie before your daily,     dated bread                 and bless          all loving kindness                            true, instead.  Despite              these                     flames           emitted warmly                                   pained, I, too, regale            these                       acts;              agape gained                                        through sorrow                 while                    recast                souls ascend                                      beneath God’s                    feet                 from                      now until the             END.           Now, Michael’s                       task               is                                through, his                             duty done.  I AM                             the                                      Burning Bush of                  Moses, one; half seen,                        half not, as needed                and as not, you have remained to find that which you’ve sought.  Ablaze, I AM, with burning    mission’s goal, to plead, not scold, within earth’s mountains’ mole, because mankind so teeters tightrope’s tweak, due tightness tense, that even I am meek.  Your power’s poignant, finite be it be; impressive, though,          for such a being free, but what price to pay for knowledge known?  Apocalyptic nightmare slowly                       shown?  This joy?  Unlikely, but, perhaps a dream of Mine with ending certain by a stream                                          where Adam/Eve establish Heaven’s place beneath the solar system’s blazing face.                                                                                         Mohammed, Jesus, Moses, Buddha, all;                                                                                                               yes, even Vishnu answers to My call                                                                                                                      but violent hatred never answers true                                                                                                                      because of lies, below the sun, anew.                                                                                                                   My time is over, ending at the start,                                                                                                               Where Alpha and Omega merge apart                                             throughout existence; billions came and went but, through it all, I’ve watched and, needed, sent.                  

Copyright © January 2004 Robert L Tremblay

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Again, this poem should be viewed at full screen for best viewing. Normally formatted version below for ease of reading. Michael's Manifestation at the Burning Bush I am a flame, a pi not circle based But soul defined within mote molded, laced Before time’s tincture in creation’s craw. I’m Michael, arched archangel, armed to claw! My one star centered orb illuminates Below the Great “I AM” as He berates The dearest of the dear concerning Law… THE Law…THE LAW! How much more He need draw? You yearn His thunder’s voice from High above? Prepare, then, deafness the price for His love. You pine His visage? Sun, no more. to see? You wish to touch to no more touch the “we’? I come to warn of vision’s visit NOW! No time remaining, seen by flaming brow. In love, He rages, trembling through His thought That Man will not absorb lesson’s taught. Hell’s Bells? Not Satan’s, but Heaven’s Bells rung, Announcing His intention’s Plan, choir sung; Beyond a million billion souls to ban, He weeps, in constant, for one noble man. John’s Last Reveal too distant for your lines? Then open eyes, behold the timely signs That lie before your daily, dated bread And bless all loving kindness true, instead. Despite these flames emitted warmly pained, I, too, regale these acts; agape gained Through sorrow while recast souls ascend Beneath God’s feet from now until the END. Now, Michael’s task is through, his duty done. I AM the Burning Bush of Moses, one; Half seen, half not, as needed and as not, You have remained to find that which you’ve sought. Ablaze, I AM, with burning mission’s goal, To plead, not scold, within earth’s mountains’ mole, Because mankind so teeters tightrope’s tweak, Due tightness tense, that even I am meek. Your power’s poignant, finite be it be; Impressive, though, for such a being free, But what price to pay for knowledge known? Apocalyptic nightmare slowly shown? This joy? Unlikely, but, perhaps a dream Of Mine with ending certain by a stream Where Adam/Eve establish Heaven’s place Beneath the solar system’s blazing face. Mohammed, Jesus, Moses, Buddha, all; Yes, even Vishnu answers to My call But violent hatred never answers true Because of lies, below the sun, anew. My time is over, ending at the start, Where Alpha and Omega merge apart Throughout existence; billions came and went But, through it all, I’ve watched and, needed, sent.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2004-01-28 14:20:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.57377
I have no clue as to how you take the time, patience, understanding and love to create such a majestic work of art....one need not look too deep to find the burning bush for it stands out and becons to the reader.....nice poet, very nice indeed...for some the structure is most difficult to read and your adding the poem in light form is a 'thank you' to the reader for taking the time to stop by and digest your work of art.....your words bring forth images along with the burning bush. Thank you for taking the time to bring this poem to our attention, for sharing your art, and for being you. Be safe, God Bless, Claire


This Poem was Critiqued By: Regis L Chapman On Date: 2004-01-20 16:39:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.70000
So now I am seeing a trend in these poems, and again ignoring the visual component, the words are quite sweeping and suitably grandiose. I loe grandiose things, and large visions of things, and your poetry provides these aplenty. I also like that the subject seems spiritual in nature- indeed it seems about the very fabric of nature itself personified. Again, superb work. Thanks, REEG!
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ronda Michelle Nelson On Date: 2004-01-17 09:23:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Robert, WOW! what a punch. I read it in the "flame" lay out, I think it added to the spirit of this piece, but then read it in regular layout, and really appreciated your rhyming abilities. I like poems that rhyme, myself, just a personal preference. Was this based on a dream you had? It rang of magnificence of a bilical piece. The images formed in my mind were striking. "The Arch Angel", which has always held my curiosity. You yearn His thunder’s voice from High above? Prepare, then, deafness the price for His love. You pine His visage? Sun, no more. to see? You wish to touch to no more touch the “we’? I liked this verse. It sums up our deafness. We want a sign, ya know, but when we are handed something we refuse to see. Love for our brothers, and integrity..we all speak of these things, but very few could step up to the plate, fully and in truth containing these virtues. This was a striking eye opener, and you brought it together including the major figures that head the many religions of this world. Good job! Ronda
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jordan Brendez Bandojo On Date: 2004-01-14 03:58:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Bobby! You have done it again! This is even more monumental! I can visualize this as a big statue in God's Kingdom! Very very talented you are! The theme is very significant to us believers! In your writings, I can see your great persona! No wonder! No wonder! I am imbued with the most indescribable, indefinable and incommunicable feelings of exuberance and joy knowing that I have known a person so uniquely great! Anyway, this poem is not intended for critiquing but for applause and praise. Let me just say a little to your CREATION. I like the way the first stanza goes: I am a flame, a pi not circle based But soul defined within mote molded, laced Before time’s tincture in creation’s craw. I’m Michael, arched archangel, armed to claw! Very true, essential, and POETIC! The ideas are original and very profound, liked the association of pi and circle to the max! And to the last word of your choice makes comprise the totality of your great great great CREATION. I would now go in hurry to see read the other one "Dame Death Lamenting". But I would go back and back to read read this eternally. THAT'S TOO MUCH. HEHE.
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