Tenebrosi Diabolus , Funesta Pugna
The snake that slithered in lay quite still
as if testing my shaky resolve, my weak will
I saw its blackness and that shining skin
mesmerized , my body was so quickly drawn in
So fast did it flicker its forked tongue
warning bells hell, none were ever rung
This great danger set upon me a great thrill
that this opponent could very easily kill
Inside my guts turned to quivering jelly
sickness rushed up deep into my belly
A wave of nausea wrapped my daring heart
why, why had I chosen this battle to start
My brain screamed to run, run quickly away
damn, this is no damn time to stupidly play
Closer I stepped to deliver a swift hit
it coiled up, this demon from the dark pit
I heard the hiss as it struck out at me
on these lightning feet my body did flee
I looked to see my opponent ready for more
then I saw that baseball bat beside the door
One quick step and that weapon was mine
now we could do battle , I felt right fine
That sinister gleam from the demon's eyes
told me it was ready, ready for all my tries
My resolve was, end this combat early tonight
no more nightly repeats of this epic fight
With courage I moved in to deal that final blow
gain victory that would ease my troubled soul
A flash and a strike but the snake had missed
such relief, then anger, man was I pissed
I felt the smash as the bat struck that head
no more fighting this night, the demon was dead
I saw this dark limp body just vanish away
never to return again as I knelt down to pray
Robert J. Lindley, O2-11-2015
Copyright © Robert Lindley
The Golden Winged Angel Arrives
I saw a horse, its rider cloaked in flames
galloping downhill into a stream.
Creature was cursing, shouting out names
evil living in that nightmare dream.
Following, raced demons of various stripes
clawing into defending soldiers true.
Shouting darkened curses, vile evil types
swearing death was mankind's due!
Drinking blood of their victims slain
eating, biting into human flesh.
Feasting on gore and the cries of pain
as the weak and fallen they thresh.
I saw a winged demon fly into the mêlée
each swoop crushing victims down.
Coal black and so very massive was he
with finger bones on his crown!
Battle raged on, desperate was the fight
death grew, as did agonizing cries.
Carnage and misery ruled that dark night
souls casted in hell as a crow flies.
All seemed lost, miracle could only save
those men battling dark forces.
No bodies buried in a celebrated grave
flesh eating, this menu's courses!
I saw bright flash, thunder echoing sound
demons instantly started to fall.
Their black bodies sank into the ground
upon a Golden angel's first call.
Light had arrived to oppose darkest foes
prayers had summoned this power.
Demons lay about in their death throes
faith gave victory in the last hour!
With victory cry, Golden angel flew away
survivors soon fell to bended knees.
Victory race in, gallant men fell to pray
God hears and acts on faithful pleas!
Waking, found dream had indeed been true
I saw specks of blood upon my bed.
Yet, there found was an even better clue
gold-dust glitter shining on my head!
R. J. Lindley
Feb. 25th, 1981
Copyright © Robert Lindley
The Rage,The Destruction And Miracle Of The Light
The world shook- great and mighty waters then parted,
forests smashed,caves imploded,mountains were broken;
sky cracked,moon flew away,he laughed as earth cried
yet this fearsome dark God's anger did not subside!
He spoke- then seas started boiling,huge clouds exploding,
rocks moaning in saddened wails,Nature begging;
trees falling,mud baking,and fish cooked in solid ice,
yet still his hard,raging heart was in a massive rage !
He filled rivers- with red blood,wishes with sharp thorns,
hopes with most intensive agony,hearts with lead ;
curse upon innocent living and the long sleeping dead,
and still hate filled his ripping,seething mighty mind!
Next he ate- the meadows,spit on the world's beauty,
stomped the valleys,tore the pained world asunder;
savaged the creatures,burnt the dreams,stabbed love,
defeated the imagination and killed the happy songs!
Still no mercy- filled his hate-filled and icy cold veins,
he kicked the unborn innocence,let loose the darkness;
blasted and burnt the weak and slaughtered the brave,
and still much more he hatefully dared to now do!
Halt Dark One- this my command you must now start to obey!
Then out boomed- this mightier voice with righteous anger,
light spread across the weeping world,forests regrew;
seas reborn and dark skies awoke to clear sunny days,
rocks reformed,meadows soon appeared,songs now heard!
Hope was given- its holy miracles back,love was restored,
mountains reformed,fish restocked,valleys replenished;
people inspired with love and faith,moon swiftly returned,
hearts were reborn,imagination given a new deeper birth!
Thus said this God of Light- darkness now flee far away,
return only when I give thee that needed brief respite;
I the Master of Light,will hold sacred this great holy day,
Earth prospers and your dark power of hate I now slay!
Robert J. Lindley
Note-- I left this poem sitting unfinished(a fragment)for 3 long years,
only to return again to finish it .
Copyright © Robert Lindley
Which way leads to the
land of green white
Which way are we
A country the wicked
bears the rulership, and
the people sighing
A terrible thing sprouts
beneath the sun: a
Imps come to lime-light
by snuffing air from the
goose that laid the
The blind guiding the un
The weak suppressing
the strong-a terrible
Like the overthrow of the
gods at Mt. Olympus by
A country where also
thieves appear as men of
Land of green white
A land where the
enlightened ones are
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that
eat the crumbs.
Which way to go you
Iliterates stand on
podium of power
bellowing orders as milk
of sorrow known as
dividends of democracy
is passed around.
The machine of progress
manned by the
"There is better
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white
where rule of law walk
The proles are sentenced
to adversity,and there
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People
dancing on thorns
whimpering as they
I see a new sun rising
from the horizon,hope is
rekindled as its rays
grace on hopeless bodies.
Look!! there soon be
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
Life is a creative
A dance with
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)
Copyright © Graham Eakin
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!”
I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.”
Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.”
It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation.
He said what he wanted to, with no explanation!
I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes!
What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise.
He turned to drugs and encountered addictions.
With this brought much disease and afflictions!
He gave up on the wonderful family that was given.
And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’!
I told him about a God who loves him very deeply.
As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary.
I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power!
It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour!
The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body!
He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody!
The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away!
For the son of the living God, changed him this day!
The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection…
Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction!
He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement!
And is a different person now, because of that moment!
This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU!
Through the problems of life…
He will see you through!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
Miracle Of The Virgins
Some terrorists are silly and depraved
They are promised 40 virgins when they die
If they strap a bomb or two around their waste
Or behead the enemy as they cry
But I don’t know
I've been around the block a couple of times
There are girls of virtue somewhere
But never in my travels did I find, 40 at a time
Well, maybe in the womb
And that’s assuming they’re inclined
To do it with these dirty filthy heathen killing things
Terrorists have sex with deceased camels
They don’t wash their hands after be-headings either
I hate to say bad things about the enemy
But I’m afraid they really and truly stink
Many chopping blocks are out there
It is easy to lose your head and not return
Yesterday was not the day that I was born
And there is something to be learned
Whoever is offering virgins by the dozens
Might as well offer flying unicorns with their cousins
The miracle of the virgins is exactly that
You are lucky to find one or two still living in the womb
And perhaps a couple residing on the moon
Copyright © Earl Schumacker