The Boardmaster
The Boardmaster (2nd Draft)
Its His board and we are just His pawns.
But know that it is His desire to upgrade us
To the most powerful piece on the board.
Up the ranks and through the files we move while He directs,
Then closer to Him as this game reflects,
A way to teach the player in time that His true value is within.
To teach that He never wastes a move,
From eternity He chimes with the an inner grove,
He made us before we were a form in our mother’s womb.
He makes us look like a queens and throws away the norm,
Even though we feel we are still just pawns on the inside.
Its a lonley game being royalty
When the world we live in courts hurt and pain.
But can we sustain ourselves until the end?
Guarding our the hearts until we see the Boardmaster’s hand.
What piece do we identify with?
The most or the least.
We sit in the Boardmasters chair and look like the least.
Even though it is already over
He offers a seat at His endtime feast.
The Gambit is on and the pawns are good.
But what if we lose in this life?
Remember the game does not end until He says when.
So what is the point of the game?
The Boardmaster uses His pen like a knife.
To cut away the pain and shun the strife.
One has to know His objective to co-operate.
He denotes every sorrow
He knows every tomorrow
And gives us the confidence to play on.
Confidence in the Boardmaster is winning this game.
But the Boardmaster plays both colors and takes no sides
So the goal is not just to win the game
But to get the Boardmasters attention.
Movie Poetry based on Searching for Bobby Fischer
James 2:1-10 & Luke 8:43-48 (CEV)
(c) 2011 SLM – Shunda L. Moore
My Fair Lady
Islam are you my friend?
Do you tell me the truth?
Islam are you my friend?
Am I an infidel?
Islam what do you do with infidels?
One problem Islam your supposed to be friendly.
I don’t have the money to pay
For my questions to be answered.
So they sell me for a dollar
And make me a collar
And mark me as sold.
SLM Shundra L. Moore
One Man is the Island
One Man is the Island
Wilson what is your goal
To comfort and to console.
Because I find myself alone
And my confidence all gone.
But despite how I feel I will strive on,
And trust the One who speaks peace to my a soul found in sinking sand.
All I must do is call,
And He reaches out His hand.
By Shundra Moore copyright © 2011, all rights reserved.
Movie Poetry: Cast Away (2000) & Hebrews 10:35
Wade in the Water
Wade in the Waters
Muddy the waters get,
When you wade.
If you test it you won’t sit
In the middle of that pool.
If that is all you have to drink
Let me offer you something else.
Its still water but of a different kind.
Water not from the factory of fools who do not need.
Or fools who do not feel the pain of dehydration.
Movie Poetry: Erin Brockovich 2000 & Isaiah 35:8, Rev. 8:10-11, Exodus 15:22-27 (KJV)
by Shundra L. Moore
The Pajama Man (1st Draft)
The Pajama Man (1st Draft)
Suiting us up with night clothes
The pajama Man is working
To protect us against the enemy
In this war of words.
The fight is on and now we engage
The bad in the world that isolates.
The fight is against hate.
Those who because of blindness
Cannot participate,
In the global community
Of cooperation.
Powers of intolerance
With no blessings to bestow.
Instead of the principle thing
They preach the law of don’t.
Don’t do this
Don’t do that
Don’t live the life
That the Pajama Man tailor made
For you to live.
The Pajama Man lives
To suit us with tolerance for each one.
Even if we disagree on how to live,
On how to be happy in life.
He says live and love,
He says do this with Me.
The one who can
Open your eyes to the global community,
Of what a life can be.
When supported
When encouraged
To do life in the loud
Suited in the colors of the Pajama Man.
(c) copyright Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved 2011
inspiration: The Boy in the Striped Pajamas 2008
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