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Christ

This is the final in my series of easter poems that I wrote last year. The order they must be read in is Denial, Death, Resurrection and then finally Christ. So please enjoy and remember he did this for all men and women. and please leave a comment to tell me what you thought.

Christ
(Redemption)

                                                                                                     By Joshua Martin (A servant of Christ)

I felt and can still feel the whip as it lashed my body, the pain unbearable but I knew that this pain, the pain of my flesh being ripped to shreds was nothing compared to the pain that was to come.
I grimaced in pain as I saw the flesh and blood being flung, no being ripped from my body. The noise of the crowd jeering, baying for my blood it was deafening. I looked in the crowd and saw my mother and some of my disciples, my heart cried out in pain and anguish as they saw this
happening to me I wanted to stop this to tell them that this pain was for their good that my
suffering and death would end their separation from my father, their God, myself, that I would see
them when they came before me in heaven but I knew that I couldn’t that everything had
to be fulfilled and no one could know that this was all part of my plan for my children
so they could have eternal life with me, so I let the soldier keep whipping me. It felt like it went on forever,the pain grew less as I grew faint. Finally the sound of the whip stopped
I looked around and saw people crying, I looked at the Pharisees and heard them yell at
Pilate demanding for me to be crucified, my heart went out to him at that moment knowing
that he was playing his part in the saving of the entire human race. The Roman soldiers
grabbed me by my shoulders as I heard Pilate say for them to take me to be crucified.
The crowd jeered and shouted crucify as the cross piece was roughly put on my back
I cried in pain as the wood touched my wounds, it was hard to breath as I was made
to walk up the path to where it was all going to end, where man was going to be able to
come into an eternal relationship in heaven with me. I was frightened about the final pain
I was to endure before it would be over and death would be conquered, as I was stumbling up
the path it got to much for me the Roman soldiers grabbed a man from the crowd and made him
carry the wood to my place of death. As I neared the top I looked up and saw all of the crosses
just sitting there some had bodies on them others just bones I was filled with a dread
that the most pain that anyone would ever feel was upon me. The soldiers dropped the wood
on the ground with a thud and took the upright and put them together and roughly threw me
on it, I was numb so didn’t feel it they then wove a crown of thorns and slammed it on my head
the spikes pushed into my skull, blood streamed over my eyes, they then strapped my hands down
I then felt the nails sitting on my hands then the pain of them being driven through the flesh
into the wood as well as my feet being nailed in place. The pressure as they lifted up the cross
was immense as I had trouble breathing. I was up there for what seemed like an eternity
my mother was weeping, John was there and I charged him to look after my mother as if
she was his. As the hour grew near I felt my father leave, no abandon me, that I was about to
take the entire sin of the world past, present, and future and make it so people who believed
in me would be washed clean of their sins and have everlasting life with me. I can say that at that
moment I was scared of what was to come, I wanted to come off the cross and find another
way, but I knew this was the only way and that I must fulfil my fathers will so I stayed up
there enduring the pain of separation from my father. The sky grows dark.
“It Is Finished”

 
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Posted by on April 7, 2012 in Uncategorized

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Autumn

And here is the second of my new poems. Hope you enjoy it!   Before mothers day I will post one I am writing for an assingment about my mother and how much she means to me, but it can be used to represent anyones mother.

Autumn

                                                                         By Joshua Martin

The wind rustles through the trees, the leaves fall silently to the ground
as the dew glistens on the grass, it slowly evaporates in the morning sun.
The chill in the air mixes with the warmth of the midday sun signalling that
autumn is here and that winter with it’s bitterness is soon to follow.
People start to go through their closets finding the clothes that will
keep them warm and going in the cold that is to come, the musty smell
wafts through the house spiders run, disturbed from their warm hiding
places, the sound of washing machines echo up and down the streets, clothes
lines fill with all colours and types of winter items slowly drying in the
afternoon sun. These warm days are to disappear given over to the coldness.

The End

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Been awhile

Well it has been a bit since I posted on here. Uni has kept me busy but i have written a couple of new poems.The first is on metal being alive and the second is on autumn a follow up to my winter from last year. Hope you enjoy!

CYCLES
By Joshua Martin

Sitting idle, lifeless and cold the only sound heard the ticking of warm metal cooling.
The lights dim then start to flicker off leaving the place dark and foreboding, a frightening
dark yard of rubber and steel. The only sound made are the mice and rats scurrying around
scavenging food and fighting for domination of the yard.
In time even this sound and movement will cease and all will be still once again.
Time passes the birds start to stir in their nests their songs echoing across the yard.
Men come and disturb this noise starting the engines, the sound reverberates around
the yard growing ever louder. Soon these buses will echo the sound and words of
people off to whatever their day has in store for them.
As time marches on the cycle will start all over again.

The End

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

My time at Uni………So far

Well I have survived my 2nd week at uni but I have so much reading to catch up on…..no probs though as I can do a lot of reading in a short time, the joys of my speed reading ability. I have met so many new people since being here and am starting to make some new friends. The thing is the more I am learning the less I seem to know, but I guess that is life, at least I have Stargate Atlantis to watch when I have to shut my mind off. More than that though I have a great book to read and no it isn’t my uni books. Well time to get back to study I will post some more of my poems as soon as I have finished them, and if you guys can tell me which poem/s you like as I will enter one or two of them into next years poetry competition or do I need to write a new one?

So my life so far in a nut shell……………………….BUSY, BUSY, and did I mention BUSY!!!!!!!!

Josh “A future teacher” Scary ain’t it?

 
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Posted by on August 26, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Shadows

This is my first post in a while have been getting ready for uni.

Shadows
Joshua Martin

The trees cast long dark shadows across the landscape.
The clouds pass in front of the moon causing shadows on the ground
to mix with the shadows from the trees creating shapes from my darkest nightmares.
The wind howls through the grass causing me to shiver uncontrollably not from cold
but fear…..blinding fear that forces me to hurry my steps to almost break into a run,
trying to make it to the door of the cabin, the shadows grow in front of my eyes
becoming ever more menacing, almost coming to life. I stumble, tripping over unseen
parts of the under growth, fear growing into blind terror, panicking I start struggling
for air everything starts turning black, am I passing out or dying? I come to, wet, no not wet I am drenched to the bone, shivering trying to find where I am, the cabin nowhere to be seen.
My heart starts racing again, the beats getting faster, my breathing more shallow, what do I do
shall I scream for help or calm down and find my way back? I pass out again before
I decide what to do. The morning sun hits my face warming me up like that first sip of tea on a cold night. My friends find me propped up against a tree pale and incoherent, mumbling strange
things about shadows. That was many days ago, I now sit in my room never leaving
for fear of seeing shadows, the candles never allowed to burn out, the lights always on
praying, nay pleading with forces unseen that I never see my shadow again
being afraid of what it might do to me.

The End

 
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Posted by on August 12, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Lost Chances

This is my first try at a song it is about my lost chances at love.
Lost Chances

                                                                                                                    By Joshua Martin
Here I sit with this pen in my hand
trying to write how I feel but the words just won’t flow
do I run do I hide never telling you how I feel
or maybe it’s time I stay taking a chance to grow
not leaving before I become the man you know I am

I was a fool before you came into my life
love had left me just an empty shell sad and alone
smiling on the outside trying not to show the real me
when all the time I was dying a little more inside

standing by myself seeing you from across a crowded room
my eyes unable to leave your beauty and gracefulness
your smile lighting up all who were with you
I say to myself should I go over to you and ask for a dance
as I think this your eyes meet mine your smile brighter then the moon

I was a fool before you came into my life
love had left me just an empty shell sad and alone
smiling on the outside trying not to show the real me
when all the time I was dying a little more inside

but I know that I could never say how I feel about you
and as you get up coming over to me
I turn around and leave hurrying out the door
cursing my every being wondering why I had to flee
the words I love you try to get me to turn back to you

why do the words I love you come when you aren’t around
how come I can’t say what is on my heart this colour turns to grey
seeing you and feeling your warm embrace makes me stand my ground
one day I will tell you how I feel of what my heart wants to say
but until that time arrives I will just have to say I love you from afar

I pray that I don’t leave it to long
to tell you that I love you that would be foolishness
to wake up one day to find you have gone
would leave me with just an emptiness

I was a fool before you came into my life
love had left me just an empty shell sad and alone
smiling on the outside trying not to show the real me
when all the time I was dying a little more inside

 
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Posted by on June 3, 2011 in Uncategorized