Gabriel Leaves Persia – Sonnet

Canon has them rushing towards the battle
As it spread with creeds from their commander
Fire from the ghostly horse’s saddle
Pestilence and axes promise danger

Gabriel resisted one and twenty
Here in mighty Persia, souls we settle
Blood and crimson coal keep pyres fiery
Prince and king but tools of raging devil

Pike and shield in hand, the valley’s covered
Slain and strewn the flesh of men the payment
Heaven watches sober, scythe them over
Soon the prince of Greece will add their raiment

Why has Michael’s power loosed his hand here?
Worthy risk to bring the Book of Truth near


Attempted my first Sonnet, Trochaic pentameter: Based on Daniel chapter 10, when Gabriel leaves the fight over Persia to speak with Daniel and relay prophecy. There are fourteen lines in a Shakespearean sonnet. The first twelve lines are divided into three quatrains with four lines each. In the three quatrains the poet establishes a theme or problem and then resolves it in the final two lines, called the couplet. The rhyme scheme of the quatrains is abab cdcd efef. The couplet has the rhyme scheme gg. © 12 hours ago, J.R.

Die Love, E’er to Live

Today life, it doesn’t flow right
Today it passes o’er minutes stranger
Where purpose and light do not know right
And the morning brought depression’s danger
Rusted love beneath the ribs
Hard to breathe, and hard to rest
I ask to dance, the effort lies
Left barren the intent to try
Walk on and forward, ever trudge
Work the limbs though ne’er I want to
Smile weak, but just enough
Convince all eyes I am not through
Oh world, flow ’round, infuse these bones
Help me breathe and let me fly
Use art and song to wake this soul
Help me live or let me die
Take part in paths to show real beauty
Teach me joy amidst the grey
For living still my sacred duty
While dying daily to love’s decay – J.R.Cooper
Writing is such a crucial part of life; a creative force, a healing therapy, an expressive intent, it’s soul-searching, communicative. This medium holds such discovery, and should be taken advantage of daily. From songs, to poems, to books, the ocean of your soul is waiting to be explored, and there is romance there in those depths. It is like the creatures of the deep, that have always been mysterious and beautiful, though no eye ever knew, or ever cared.
I will never be a popular author, more than likely. It is a big world, and I play but a meager part. But for that part, I will feel with all of me, express with all of me, and burn with all of me until my days are gone. For how you feel, and who you were when such was written is your absolute truth about that moment in time. And never once in all of heaven or in all the world has such a precise thing occurred exactly that way. No one can take it out of the world now.
Job 19:24,
“That with an iron stylus and lead They were engraved in the rock forever!”
What language fills you today?