Tuesday, July 10, 2018



Crucify Him!

I handed ‘You’ over at Calvary;
I pierced your side,
I nailed your hands and feet,
I threw my rock and hid my hands
I too yelled CRUCIFY THIS MAN; without understanding the words I said
I was there at Calvary
I watched you bleed from your side hands and feet
I watched you suffer on that tree so meek
I heard you say
“Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do” (Luke 23: 34 KJV)
I cast the lot and I stole your clothes too
Your Father never left ‘Y‘OUR’ side; God was there ‘TWO’ and the Holy Spirit made ‘THREE’
I was there; if only in my dreams
Father Forgive me;
For I knew not what I did!
Yeah, I cast my rocks,

Hid my hands

If honest; I too yelled: CRUCIFY HIM!

Even thou it’s merely a dream
Father Forgive me please
For I knew not what I did (to the Son of Man)!
Dedicated to: Forgiveness
All Rights Reserved 2015. Revised@ April 13, 2018.

Is It I Lord?

“The Son of man goeth as it is written of him:
but woe unto that man by who the Son of man is betrayed!
It had been good for that man if he had not been born.”
(Matthew 26: 24 KJV)
Was it I Lord that did not conform?
Again my child; “It had been good for that man if he had not been born.”
And ‘your’ cock crowed that Morn!

“Then Judas, which betrayed him, answered and said, Master, is it I?
He said unto him, Thou hast said.”
(Matthew 26: 25 KJV)
Whew, thank God it was Judas, and not I Lord, ‘cause’ I too was running scared!

Shame on Judas’s disloyalty in handing You over to them!
Come again?
Like Judas; you attempt to deceive Me, and let Me down my friend.
Yet, I still stick closer to you than a brother until ‘your’ bitter end.
And ‘your’ cock crowed again!

It’s not I Lord, because I love you or haven’t you heard?
Come again?
How can you say you love Me and your heart doesn’t even know my Word?

It’s not I Lord, who lets you down from time to time,
Come again?
Ecclesiastics 3 have no reason, nor place for this rhyme.

Unlike Judas I would protect you Lord, with my life until the bitter end,
Come again?
You won’t even give Me thirty pieces of silver in your tithes and offerings my friend!
Like Judas, ‘your’ cock crows thrice at ‘your’ transparent sins!
Is it I Lord?
You tell Me; my friend,
I’ve walked on water; Raise the dead, Fed Judas at The last Supper,
And was still betrayed,
Even your cock crows thrice; knowing what the ‘Word’ says!
‘It is you’ that refuses to be fed!
A B.A.D. Poem
Dedicated to: The Last Supper
Note* While in Kenya, Africa I couldn’t help but notice how often the Rooster’s would crow, reminding me of Peter denying the Father three times, but those roosters also made me cogitate of Judas in these three passages: John 13: 27, Luke 22: 48, and Matthew 26: 23 which made this Scripture about Peter clear “Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.” (Matthew 26: 34 KJV) Like Peter and Judas we have all turned our backs and denied Him!

Thank You Father!

 “For God so loved the world,
That he gave his only begotten Son,
That whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
But have everlasting life.”
(John 3: 16 KJV)
Thank you Father for ‘Your’ ultimate Sacrifice,
Thank you Father for the Atonement of ‘YOUR SON’S BLOOD’ on that night,
Thank you Father for being ‘The Light’ of all light,
Thank you Father for making the darkness shine so bright,
Thank you Father for going on before us in those battles that we must fight,
Thank you Father for removing all misery and strife,
Thank you Father for breathing into our nostrils the breath of pure life,
Thank you Father for all Husbands, family children and wives,
Thank you Father for teaching us that we don’t have to die twice,
Thank you Father for ‘Your’ Saving Grace, not once, twice, but more than thrice,
Thank you Father for forgiveness in allowing us over and over and over again to get it right,
Thank you Father for elevating us to ‘Your’ higher heights,
Thank you Father for not abandoning us within our plight,
Thank you Father for paying ‘our’ ultimate price,

“For God so loved the world,
That he gave his only begotten Son,
That whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
But have everlasting life.”
(John 3: 16 KJV)
Thank you Father for ‘Your’ only begotten Son which is:
None other than JESUS, THE CHRIST!!!

Dedicated to: The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
A B.A.D. Poem
All Rights Reserved@ December 25, 2014.

The Perfect Runway Model

He walked the bloody red carpet.
Carrying sin on His back. Received a sitting ovation;
while under sanctified massive attack!
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
is what the mob yelled!
“Father forgive them please” was His silent prayer for them;
while conspicuously, on their way…“STRAIGHT” to monopoly’s Hell!

Draped in all purple; no designer name.
Nonetheless, touting a crown of thrones-Euphorbia milii;
fashioned in vogue
from the spurge family.
Fitted. One of a kind.
Designed for a Jewish King.

Strike a pose! No! Never. Not He.
Selfies’ was something,
He; Himself, The Trinity DID NOT BELIEVE.

This models faultless look
caught everyone’s eye;
He took the runway by storm
with that distressed wood worn
as He hung silently
‘onna chosen timber tree.
Crucified openly
for the ENTIRE world to see.
Strike a pose! No. Never. Not He!
Dedicated to:  Strike a pose! No. Not He! Lights camera…He “only” takes action!
A RocDeeRay Production
All Rights Reserved. AuthorHouse Publishing Company@ April 29, 2018.

A Mother’s Love Returned

Her brain cogitated me
Her eyes saw me
Her ears heard me
Her mouth spoke for me
Her smile secured me
Her lips kissed me
Her nose smelled me
Her cheeks warmed me
Her shoulders carried me
Her arms hugged me
Her hands prayed for me
Her fingers fixed me
Her breast fed me
Her legs held me
Her back braced me
Her heart beat for me
Her food nurtured me
Her love loved me
Her soul ached for me
Her blood ran through me.
Her God protects me.

Her old age privileged her a receipt…
The debt WAS paid in full…
by none other than me.
Mother’s Day was hard without her and me.
Dedicated to: I Returned Momma to sender and paid her forward.
A B.A.D. Poem
All Rights Reserved@May 14, 2018.

Father Who Are These Kids Today?

“This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
For men shall be lovers of their own selves,
covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,”
(2 Timothy 3: 1, KJV)
Eli! Eli! Why are they so ungodly?

Did we give them too much? Did we not give enough?
Was it too easy? Or did we make it to rough?

Did they forget, we gave them our last?
There’s nothing else left to give,
Not even our past!

Did we forget to hide those Scriptures in their hearts?
Did they forget; while rough on us?
They still had a good start!

Down and over the years,
For each of them; (I cried)
We’ve shed so many tears,
And their hardened hearts just don’t get it, nor do they care.

They want everything they see, for free, and want it right now,
Without a care of who works to get it, nor concerned with the sweat of one’s brow.
Turning stuff into their little gods, while in submission, somehow it takes their final bow!

Our prayers can only carry them into adulthood,
They ‘must’ then pick up, and carry their own cross;
which is completely understood.

Father who are these kids today?
We don’t know them anymore,
As they text, tweet, and double tap their lives away.

Yeshua we’d like them re-introduced to you again someday,
So you’ll return them to the Father, from whence they came
And then He’ll, return them back to us, with His ‘SCRIPT’ flipped marked SAVED!

Eli, Your Son was never foreign to thee,
Yeshua will forever be ‘THE FINAL WORD’ of THE POWERS TO BE!
Who are they?
Dedicated to: The ‘Fathers’ lost Tribe
A B.A.D. Poem
All Rights Reserved/Copyright@2015.

I AM That I AM; And You Renee’ Will Write!

Who said that I can’t?
When the, I AM That I AM said, that I can!

I AM that I AM gave me these strange words to write,
And the I AM’s words seem only to come in the still of the night!

I guess it is when; The I AM That I AM has my undivided attention,
And that’s why The I AM that I AM is mentioned.

Now; The I Am That I Am did charge me when given me this gift,
I am to give The I AM the credit, and the poor a huge lift!

Unlike others, The I AM that I AM always believed in me,
The I AM that I AM created this Author, even in my own disbelief.

Like my forefather Moses, I questioned the I AM’s gift with nerve;
What shall they say to me? Who shall I say sent me? And what is your name?
I AM; I too was slow of speech, with a Pharaoh on my back, so I sought after no fame!

So the I AM said; unlike like Adam and Eve,
You won’t play that blame game with Me!
Now go, write my child, and report only what you see.

This is what I see,
“And God said unto Moses,
and he said,
Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel,
I AM hath sent me unto you”
(Exodus 3: 14 KJV)
So Renee’ if I sent Moses out,
Why can’t The I AM do the same for you?

Now pick up your ‘Cross’, lay down your hands, and give up the fight,
Tell them it is I AM THAT I AM who sent you Renee’,
And you will write!
Dedicated to: I AM THAT I AM.

Heaven’s Lost And Found!

When I get to Heaven,
I’m going straight to their lost and found!
There I’ll find my brother,
in God’s bosom; safe and sound!

He didn’t always listen to what mother
had to say;
so he got off the path of straight and narrow
and seen (him) some hard days.

But thank God for the seeds mother planted,
while reading the Word,
and singing the Gospel songs she chanted.
Mother didn’t forget her faith in prayer,
and that’s when God granted!

With no where to look but up,
from being so low to the ground,
He took the hand of
The FATHER, SON, and HOLY SPIRIT and They tuned his life around!

He became a Chaplain, Preacher, and Leader;
just to name three;
and he took to heaven with him;
Geneva’s Master Degree.

I was there with him,
until the end at his side,
Now he can be found on Heaven’s Street;
it is there, that his soul resides!

Dedicated to: S.C.D.
A B.A.D. Poem
All Rights Reserved@ Revised May 20, 2018.

‘I Am’ The Truth,
The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth’

“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life:
no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”
(John 14: 6 KJV)
But how can this be?

Again, ye of little faith; stop doubting ‘Me’,
But how can this be?

“I AM the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.”
(John 15: 1 KJV)
So, let me get this right; ‘You’ carpenter, have a Kingdom?
Absolute and affirmative my friend!

“Thomas said unto him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest: and how can we know the way?
(John 14: 5 KJV)
I am the way, the truth, and the life; even until this very day!

Lord is this being said to give ‘Yourself’ a boost?
You doubting Thomas’ out there,
‘I Am’ the Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing But the Truth’
Dedicated to: Those who Doubt Him ???

Sisters Still Standing

“Ye shall not need to fight in this battle:
set yourselves,
stand ye still,
and see the salvation of the Lord with you,
O Judah and Jerusalem:
fear not,
nor be dismayed;
to morrow go out against them:
for the Lord will be with you.”
(2 Chronicles 20: 17 KJV)

we didn’t come to this battle to lose,
was this cancer choice ours to choose,
we brought ‘our’ ammo
which is Faith, Hope and Love,
The greatest of these is love;
we remain steadfast to the faith
until we hear a word from above.

‘You’ foretold us,
to set ourselves and quietly
“stand ye still”,
we are not dismayed,
‘Cause’ we know, that we know,
and tomorrow is yet
another day,
You’ve been there with us
every step of the way,
Through the tears, fears
and even up and down
those tiresome lonely hills!
We simply understand
We rebuke you
and call you out by name CANCER,
You’ve lost this battle,
‘cause’ we’re in it to win it,
Were shifting the blame,
by not speaking it
into existence;
Our Sisters Still Standing will continue to Stand, Stay,
and then begin to Pray,
While the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob
fights for us
another day!

Dedicated to: My Sister(s) Still Standing;
Keep on fighting the good fight!
All Rights Reserved@ 2015.

Renee’ Drummond-Brown

I, RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN, am the wife of Cardell Nino Brown Sr. and from our union came Cardell Jr., Renee and Raven Brown. I am the offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Peter C. Drummond of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My siblings are Delbert D. Drummond and the late Pastor Shawn C. Drummond. I was born in North Carolina, at Camp Lejeune US Naval Hospital. I am a graduate of Geneva College of Pennsylvania, and my love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through my very unique style of poetry, which is viewed globally. My poetry is inspired by God and Dr. Maya Angelou. Because of them I pledge this: “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!” “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight” is flown across the seas by God’s raven. There are several Scriptures that I love; however, this one speaks volumes during this ‘season’: “And he sent forth a raven, which went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth.” (Genesis 8:7 KJV)

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