When crepuscular shadows loomed in a bay
to grate upon this opulent view’s grandeur,
my visceral thoughts reeled like windmills
where breaths heaved low, desultory the mind.
Gazing at Anger, doubts replayed a cynical past,
in lone sojourn...winds hummed,” speak no evil”
yet, penumbra of waves turned desultory.
Until a hundred stars bathed my eyes whole,
kindling exuberant rays, to console love’s blow;
and jealousy faded, in homage to a halcyon moment.
Silent One’s Contest
"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil"
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit
A special unknown fruit from that one tree
A fruit that God said one should never eat
Then the snake came to shower the fruit free
Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating
God didn’t want the power to be known
The snake explained that they would be as God
Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown
We took the fruit and ate it and life changed
We now have knowledge, of good and evil
Pain and hatred also came along too
All that is bad sure did come to reveal
God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool
But we must carry our sin for all time
The curse from the first bite that we did eat
And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned
God was quite disappointed with humans
Hating to give us our just punishment
But we were now found walking with figs on
Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment
To this day we are filled with sin each day
Starting right from the first couple’s mistake
Now we must wallow inside their bad choice
Suffering the punishment we did make
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
When two choose each the other
Having decided this, their fate
A bond, a pledge, a vow replaces
That which, unchosen, cannot wait
Even when it requires a warrior resolute,
Vitality deathless, and sacrifice continuous,
Eternal must the pledge be, or
Risk betrayal's scourge sinuous.
It is at the pit, against the fiery horde
That Absalom dulls the finest sword
This is what it takes to stand at my side
Antagony to injustice is my cause
Knell my soul to abandon, divide
Eidetically my failure would resound, preside
Sorcerous dreams expounding my flaws.
Indebted to peace, yet still facing war
Soliloquy sweet, punished yet more.
When the lashes pernicious slander my spirit
Have you the stamina to fight weaponless, naked?
Ardently ask the goddess Irit
That throughout the nightmare, you survive unwakéd?
Impassioned, immortal, immoderate, rhetorical
Would you, could you, if so, should you?
Illusion or real, my fight is defense
Leave destruction behind
Lose selfish pretense
Give willingly blood to the unjust blow
Impatiently wait the night for the dawn
Vicious dark creatures attack love's glow
Effervescent, they dissolve at the light, and pass on.
Because violence feeds violence, and hate cannot withstand love's rapture.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
Time moves on not heeding the cost.
Hurt buried aside in the ditch.
Anger flares like a flip of the switch.
Wrenching blood from within.
Fingers pawing at the line of life,
White with streaks of red pressed flesh.
Ghost pepper strongly inhaled,
Nose like a waterfall over the lips.
Eyes clenched as tears meet sweat of the brow.
Foot tapping unceasingly faster,
Knee and leg exaggerating the attack.
Yoke across shoulders crunching bones.
Arms crossed, torso giving to gravity.
Pores gushing both hot and cold.
Mind races with head pivoting,
Circular on it's axle.
Soul? The soul dancing??? How cruel...
Mouth ajar in disbelief.
Tongue scratching to arise from it's lair.
The beat of the soul continues...
Gut set to purge.
Soul keeps dancing...
Heart, mind and gut can't hear the rhythm.
Body jolts in knee-jerk spasms.
Face curls in anger,
Nose crunches cheeks,
Upper lip cliffs out over teeth,
Brow furrows, slanted cynically.
Mind perks up seeking to undermine...
Logic with misdirection lined.
All except the soul act as one.
The body relaxes, the masquerade begun.
"Nothing ever did transpire,
There is no real reason for this angst and mire."
Lungs breath a sigh of relief,
Heart makes off in the night like a thief.
Outward appearance turns abruptly calm.
The soul leaps up, raising an outward palm...
"Stop this at once! We've done this before!
Leading only to hunger, depression, and gore."
Soul connected to the source of life,
Reaches through the smoke of daunting strife.
Louder and louder the truth is yelled,
Mind, gut, heart and body remain uncompelled.
Suddenly, a piercing touch from without,
Skewers the essence of each with doubt...
The soul is a right a truth must break,
A two way mirror reflecting a fake.
The mind is steadfast not willing to commit.
The heart is frozen as opposed to lit.
The gut uneasy in volcanic burn.
Body's composure lost in a violent turn.
The soul is heard, the unforgiven must cave,
History includes a pain never forgave.
Voice it aloud all five parts of being proclaim...
"Release, us at once, from this torture and maim!"
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.
Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.
Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass
Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws
Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.
Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.
Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015
A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.
His face was sedimentary,
though laughter mapped its course.
And his gleaming hair cascaded,
much like a Viking of the Norse.
His raiment wasn’t fancy.
No silk nor satin hose.
But his mind was quick as silver
and his heart was pure as gold.
Cloaked without, by a robe of integrity.
Fortified within, by a will of steel.
He wielded the Sword of Justice,
while holding Truth up as his shield.
Saint Michael’s crusade was legendary,
as was the power of his sword.
Forged to slay the inner dragons,
in reverent service to our Lord.
Countless times the blade was tested,
for malice dwells not on defeat.
Never lacked he for contenders,
disciples of rumors and deceit.
Bad Rumor sowed the seed of doubt
within the mind of man.
Watered from the trough of spite,
he conceived his evil plan.
Each rancid seed that sprouted
grew to a bud of tarnished mail.
Thus, shrouded by corrosion,
he sought corruption to prevail.
When Rumor heard of Saint Michael,
his phosphorous eyes lit up with hate.
Armed with his pitchfork and scythe,
he charged through his hellish gates.
Targeted by dark ambition,
saddled by vicious greed,
he raced upon the clouds fate,
engulfed by jealousy.
Michael felt the evil presence
and strapped on his Mighty Sword.
Then he rode off to a clearing,
in the sweet realm of The Lord.
Rumor attacked with animosity,
his trident held, as if a spear.
But as the Sword of God unsheathed,
Rumor was lanced by sudden fear.
Michael raised the Sword of Eminence
as if to pierce the sky.
While sunlight sparked along its blade
a beam smote Rumor’s eye.
Blazing light seized Rumor’s mind.
It seared his ravaged soul.
And when the inner battle ended,
Rumor’s heart was charred to coal.
As Saint Michael wiped soot and ashes
from the length of his trusted sword,
his eyes fell upon the hilt
to runes inscribed there, by The Lord:
“May The Force be your faith
May your spirit know The Lamb
May Love guard your heart
May The Light guide your hand.”
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
Escape the Matrix
Escape from madness (Lesson23)
Attack on freedom
Attack on war
Attack on cancer
Attack all we deplore
Attack the attacker
As long as you don't see
The attacker is hiding
Camouflaged in you and me
Leads to effects we see
God will heal our guilt
God will heal our pain
Forgive us all
We are just insane
19 August 2014
Copyright © Diana Dalton | Year Posted 2014
When wind’s silence
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh
When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors
An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms
An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears
An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled;
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind
Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015
Copyright © 2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013
Now this is what
I call a speech in the values
that are held inside truth
It's about high time everyone
in this world got of their high horses and wake up
and face the truth and the harsh cold realities
Face of this world we live in corrupted
to the very core of society snakes dwell
standing up for what is right
Light of justice piercing visions that hurt
we all see the face of the fallen ones
the blind begin leading the blind into battle
Faceless to much hate filled with prejudices things need to change
as this world is turning into a dark hole
filled with evil war agendas before long we are to late to act
unrhymed tercets the sighs at the crossroads of three now five steps one away from hell i call it
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
I feel as though she may never change,
Never give good a chance.
I feel as though we play a game?
One I've played in the past.
I swear her eyes tell me no lies,
I think they all are wrong.
Yes, if she feigns at least a try...
Behind her I'll stay strong.
Until the day she overcomes,
Her past and her evil deeds,
I'm patiently standing all alone,
And often she'll stand with me.
Copyright © Faire Lucas | Year Posted 2013
When the heart suffer from the pains
When the body surround with evil venom
When the mind away from the thoughts
When the Satan starts ruling our soul
Then you become a prisoner of your own soul
Although, no one has the power to destroy a soul
but it could make you suffer with evil doings
These things could be eliminated through spiritual
power by doing meditation and prayers.
Meditation has the power to heal the pain of soul
and bring peace of mind and new life to us
Just sit or stand in a comfortable position and few
slow deep breaths through the nose in and out
and keep eyes close to think of God, brings you
all the way to a peace into your mind and soul.
The meditation can draw essential force of love
in to one's life and could bring out the richness of faith
We should not forget that meditation belongs to a
comprehensive body of teachings including ethics and wisdom
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ 2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2012
About a few days ago, to my embarrassment,
I saw two men ill-treating a dog. They beat it until its death!
The men were laughing, having fun.
I was taken aback.
And lost faith in humanity.
Homo Sapiens, meaning Wise Men.
Hah? Wise men?
Man has turned into an inhumane senseless beast.
The world is full of crass materialism.
War bloodshed and terrorism.
A faultless infant,
A starving dotard.
Do these innocents deserve this?
Man has become a cruel, blood sucking leech,
Is this what our culture and religion teach?
Grief, unhappiness and pain has become a common sight,
Small things, big fights.
I am shocked to see the inhumanity of a man towards man,
We talk of wisdom, intelligence.
Where are we? Is this going good?
Where are the senses gone?
The world has turned into a nasty pit.
Lack of morals, Lack of wit!
I feel ashamed,
I feel pity!
And yes? Completely lost faith in humanity.
If this continues
Human species will not last longer.
Just think about it.
Make this world a better place to live in?
Copyright © Kshitija Agrawal | Year Posted 2015
we our souls will spend our time repenting
but the body of truth always comes to light
in drawing an end to come with true believers
so they can see the many faces of the Devil
greed in this world money takes over always
as they worship first with the Devil’s tools
invading our space all for the sake of black
liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure
shame on this world absolutely for mankind
has not learned at all given profound problems
aplenty and stands the testimony of our times
while war does not resolve anything—death’s end
only when family lives are directly affected
they have the fighting right to protect and live
wherever they choose but we are all controlled
and always told what to do openly or furtively
in a system rolling unto the end of mankind
shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty
the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh
countries run amok and history repeats itself
doing the Devil’s work at command or by one’s will
while throwing our money around with profligate zeal
like they are usually royalty by some birthright and
this says so much for the world we live in today
looking at their greed it’s oh so clear for all to see that
with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving
our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense
running everything into the ground to support their lies
present catching the past and past is the future’s prologue
Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a
heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful
and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul
in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind
are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright
one chance will come with a golden sun shining
but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand
two paths lie in tomorrow’s dawning shadow dark—
the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind
we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor
we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself
the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us
the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible
but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we
sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on
We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever!
Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem,
December 4, 2014 (Unrhymed Quatrain)
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Their violence, can only be condemned
Their fires, can never be extinguished
For their bullets, and detonations
Can never be undone
As living is not an option, for the lifeless
Their contemptuous acts against humanity
Cannot be denied
For the tears they have claimed, keep flowing
Promising no dryness, until peace prevails
And weapons, are lost
Reasons, bear no importance
Murder, can only be condoned by few
For bloodied portraits, agonize most
As often innocent souls, wishing to turn back time
Shadow the background of each
The growth of the cynic, only thrives
As compassion, evades his heart
His faith in mankind, is long lost
Though a cynic, I am not
My heart only throbs
As the city of love, is wounded by hate...
Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2015
Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.
Copyright © yesica lantigua | Year Posted 2009
What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.
What is this love, synergy, active peace-filling justice
of mindful compassion and contentment
here and now extending forward and backward
across all times and distinctions of identity?
Perfect love voids anger and fear,
confluent confidence overwhelmingly absorbing dissonance
as difference from confluence
into primally resolving frequencies,
functionally comprehensive contentment.
Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through proactive and generously proportioned kindness,
balanced Ego/SuperEco value,
as double-binding negative vortex
revolutioning under positive (0)-Soul Teleological Prime Relationship
Fear fades coincidentally
as love fulfills its trembling place,
as live subsumes our evil rumbling space.
Despair grows naked without tools or weapons,
merely minds and hearts and bodies,
interdependent natural systems,
to organically transform our metamorphic trace,
confining dissonating heat to sweaty race,
and challenges intending long-term primal wrestling,
co-challenges within timeless Golden Eco-Normic We Relationship.
Edenic life ionically balances ergodic recreation,
finding humor in ego's hateful quaking,
double-binding double-negative monoculture
of Lose-Lose mutually mindless monopolistic dis-ecosystems.
original over-deductive sin,
omitting half our good and bad potential,
intuitively discovered as only half-bad,
not not Original Intent
of Polyculturally Multisystemic Harmony.
This prime relationship
between eco-logical mind and eco-normic heart
invest in what you and we all love most,
to disinvest in fear.
like human DNA-live organic relationships,
swallowing backward-e-v-i-l monotemporal wrong directions,
biological folding and unfolding,
bellowing passive-solar nuclear fusion of mind and heart.
Just-Right Vitamin D counteracts Despair.
Actively cooperative economic design,
fuel polyculturally multisystemic therapy,
as competitive Lose-Lose overly-sustained practices
silos of mortal fear,
feeding into monopolistic
monocultures of Black Hole entropic misappropriation,
and socioeconomic pathology--
fear and unredeemable loss.
Black Hole economic competition
never ends with enough for ME.
Ecological binding cooperation
never ends without sufficiency for WE,
consumers and producers,
regenerators and redeemers.
If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly and swim together
in abundantly nutritional organic markets
with permaculturally optimized design,
square rooted in full-living functional values
relationships appositionally tipping,
swaying and dancing,
smooth-structured away from mortally feared dissonance,
toward WEself-identity confluence.
Within and on,
under and over,
before and after,
above and below
this Carnival Midway's natural systemic Tao,
Evil is to dissonant-revolt, eco-fear echoing anger,
as live's fullness becomes lover;
as alien competitors and fearfully dark new moons
absorb ionic re-balancing FullMoon redeemer-power,
each in its full-humored season,
and subject to at least some reason.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty;
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.
There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.
He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness;
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals.
Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.
He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents,
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.
He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "
* Chicas: girls
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow
* Bandido: bandit
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
Who I ask will conquer evil?
Shall it be a King?
Shall it be a General?
Maybe a roman emperor in Nero’s robes?
Men at arms, defending what’s right?
For millennium many have tried
To bring good will and peace
Upon us all
Defenders of interests, many would say
Yet here we falter, as masses still die
Lennon in grave still ponders why
Prophecies of faith, are seeds that grow slow
The universe has time, for us human kind to learn
That wealth is not gold or silver or pearls’ so white
We fight battles, for lines we draw in the sand
All in the name of honor, the past and Clan
We must share what we have and honor all, in these lands
Will Buddha or Gandhi bring us this peace?
Can they fight without sword or men at arms?
The secrets to life are hidden in view
For it’s your child who will be savior
Of one and all
For the meek shall truly conquer
When a mother stands up against invading tanks
When a child says no to soldiers with arms
When children dance in the streets with joy
Against the war drums that beat nearby
It’s these small acts, which will win the day
Victory will be Malala's way
Never be fooled by a smile so dear
The meek shall be the army
To inherit this earth
Love truly will conquer all
You for sure shall witness all, as I say
From here or the heavens above
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013
Prince of Peace, don’t long delay
Don’t let evil have its way
Death threatens our very life
There is war, abuse and strife
Prince of Peace, we’ve had enough
This life, oh Lord, this life is rough
We lose our loved ones, yet we pray
“Prince of Peace, come back today.”
Until then, Lord, send healing
To hearts that yet are bleeding
They’ve lost loved ones who are dear
Prince of Peace, to them be near
Prince of Peace, this can’t go on
Don’t let the evil hide the sun
Don’t let our tears soak the ground
While our hearts to grief are bound
Oh Prince of Peace, come and reign
Enter our hearts; soothe the pain
Touch our lives; revive ammmgain
Let’s not live our lives in vain
Prince of Peace, oh Mighty One
You are God’s own Precious Sun
The morning Light and our Song
Help us in your love be strong
Bring in your kingdom of peace
With your coming grant release
Your Return is drawing near
Then you’ll wipe away each tear
Oh, Prince of Peace, come and reign
In my heart and soul remain
In our country come and dwell
Prince of Peace, banish this hell.
Isaiah 9: 6- And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, PRINCE OF PEACE!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before
Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity
She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern
Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013
Good & Evil sat down to dine,
one clear, midsummer’s eve.
They feasted and ate from their porcelain plates,
on vegetables, cream and roast beef.
Now Good & Evil were friends in a sense,
but often they quarreled and fought.
They would haze each other, and engage each other,
in topics both narrow and broad.
Evil laid claim; “I bask in the fame,
that man has so hastily given me.
He has pushed to the front all the bad he has done,
and sated his bloodlust with misery!”
As soon as he said this, he got a text message,
from Boredom, who wanted to visit.
“Thanks to Boredom, I prosper; he is like a father,
he is popular, and I have missed him."
At this, there was heard a knock at the door,
Loneliness, desiring to be needed.
-Or perhaps Loneliness needed desiring,
but Evil happily received him.
Now Evil’s expression gave way to a smirk,
and he wiped his cold lips with a napkin.
“My dear Good, pray, what is your worth?
To be overlooked whenever you happen?
This world is a bore and empty without us,
it is obvious man has agreed.
And it should be noted, transcribed and quoted,
you cannot exist without me!”
Good took a swig of his fizzy beverage,
and said; “you don't cease to amaze me.
I’ll admit it is true that some look up to you,
but, my friend, I am strong and you’re lazy.
For, if you take time, I am sure you will find,
that every man can be great.
He’s survived this long because he is strong,
Love is hard, but what’s easy is Hate.
Therefore, in closing, I am thus proposing,
if man must choose his temperament.
Evil tidings will always be none worth reminding,
-but when there is Good, one remembers it.
Copyright © David Dowling | Year Posted 2009
A young maiden fair and slender of great beauty and rose complexion
Was gathering wild flowers in a forest when an angel to her appeared
Gently she flew down and softly whispered in the virgin maiden’s ear
You are the chosen one and your destiny it is to save the Black Knight
High on a Cliff he stands alone in deep despair cursed by the Gods and fate
Only a true loving heart can save this mortal from all of hells damnation
Take this silver dagger, and child use it well, smite all evil and set him free
The angel then turned and disappeared as quickly as she had come
A vision then came and the maiden was able to gaze upon the black Knight
A man of grand statue and true beauty with sad dark penetrating haunting eyes
The virgin maiden’s heart it stirred as desire and longing enveloped her soul
Her Knight was held captive by demons and bound by chains of steel and gold
They hissed and snarled as if their screams came from the depths of hell
She could hear the knight’s distressed silent cries and felt his despairing agony
on wings of angels she was lifted up past impenetrable talon rocks to his tortured side
As fallen angels held him back, demons screamed and flaming fire on her breathed
Hatred and loathing spewed out on her as huge black ravens pecked at her eyes
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged monsters, demons and ravens all
The monsters and demons then ripped at her flesh, their teeth drawing blood and skin
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged each fiend and evil spirit one by one
She fought with such overpowering strength she knew not she possessed
As one by one demon and monster fell unable to overcome her true abiding love
Then the black howling devils of the night appeared even then she had no fear
Swiping at her adversaries she stood her ground, and plunged the dagger deep
Unable to cause more agonizing torment they soon faded in the depth of night
As released tortured souls screamed out for salvation and for eternal peace
As one by one her black knight’s captors were defeated by her love alone
Suddenly all screaming and hideous cries abated and peace then reigned
She gazed up into his soft gentle smoldering eyes her wounds forgotten
As he wrapped her in his arms and blessed the gods and all above
All his great agony and fears dissipated as the stars softly blessed their love
And on the cliff he gently kissed his maiden fair as an angel’s choir sang
The moonlight bathed them in light, as united they became as one in Paradise.
Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2012
You can see, yet you do not see
A hole, where a heart should be
You can hear, but do not heed
The screams and cries of those that bleed
Can speak, but are strangely quiet
Oblivious to the disquiet
You can clearly see the discrimination
But are programed by the oppressors narration
Your humanity has turned to stone
Your hatred of the oppressed way overblown
“They are a different faith. Their colour isn’t right.
They are the enemy we have to fight”
You’re taught they are evil, your side is always right
Is it right? That people are harmed?
The child, the father, the mother, sister or brother
Who these tyrants say are bad, so they kill and smother
Beleaguered and desperate, they had arisen
Millions now sealed in an dilapidated prison
and still their homes and land being forcibly stolen
These unfortunate wretched people
The world has left alone and broken
Your logic, “the invaded should sit and take it,
We are justified to kill and maim as we see fit,
Slay all who oppose us, scare them straight,
How dare they fight for liberty,
They should just accept their fate,
If to the occupation they don’t submit,
Stamp them into the ground, defiance we can’t permit”
The women, the children, the men, and the old
All a viable target, a fictional tale can later be told”
What can be done? Pause. Let go of hate, Just a fraction
Give peace a chance, stop the territorial expansion
Split the land and each to his own
Let go of the loathing, leave each other alone
Just stop the killing, every life is dear
Better to live in peace than in fear
(just my thoughts, your free to disagree)
Copyright © Amar Qamar | Year Posted 2016
Said the indigenous people of their land,
Since time started we lived here,
before prophets and their offsprings.
We built sanctuaries and prayer houses.
today like never before,
we are under siege
as suffering invades our homes,
steal our sons,
silently rape our daughters,
and imprisons our men.
when will you end this siege,
Stop the collective effort by mighty nations
to suppress our people.
Do we not show solitude in prayer to you?"
Do we not show humility,
to those who seek our brotherly feelings?
Yet these evil outbursts and suppressing efforts to batten us down
keep us enslaved within new walls in our lands,
of ancient times,
which we had never forsaken.
Three thousand years back,
we took in their father Abraham,
treated him with love and kindness in our homes
and when he wandered off,
raised his children as ours.
Do you not see how they repay us?
With evil upon evil,
We beseech thee,
free Palestine and the Palestinian people from this siege.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 6/29/2016
Copyright © Al Juman | Year Posted 2016
How do you get a peace of mind
Praying to god helps and not being blind,
You have to face the problem head on
Even the most difficult things in life can seem to far gone,
Always remember there is hope and you shall see
There is a light at the end of the tunnel that will set you free,
Once you tackle the problem at hand
Then all whom is weak will not take a stand,
Against someone who is trying to have peace
That is when most likely you will see them cease,
Which is why the fight for peace has been so hard
It is because people like me let it get to far.
Written By: unique Poetry 2015
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
Let there be peace in the Middle East and the Far East
For the war that is, should never be
And friend and enemy sit down to have a feast
Then nations in suspense, await the results to see
When one nation learn to put down it's arms
The Universe will rejoice in contentment
Find wisdom in the proverbs and the psalms
And nation will not look at nation in utter resentment
Even though one is given free will
It is the content of one's character
Therein, resides the power to change one's destiny still
And great understanding determines where one goes in the hereafter
For there is a karmic price one nation has to pay
And for the one who has no conscience, no love
There will be a time to suffer one day
As judgment reigns down on every nation, from above
These are the days of trying times
When time itself and the Spring Equinox seem to be upside down
A near time in which all humanity and nations are judged for their crimes
All evil goes and goodness comes to town
And some will reward evil with good, this should be duly cherish
Think not of the wrongs done in the past or one will soon perish
But forgive, let it be known, let it be understood
For the reigning King of t he Universe will appear and, he could
William Morrissey 3/10/07
Copyright © William Morrissey | Year Posted 2012
For each today in all the days of forever
Time has ordained it inevitable
The blue sky will blacken till darkest night
And the hour of sin will fall before us
Full becomes the well of knowledge
With blood and alcohol brimming over
Or so it is warned ever so persistently
By news reports and loved ones who care
Along with tales of haunting, non existent myths
Which torment solely through imagination
How could it be that one can be blind
To the evil that looms in the absence of the light?
The night beckons
And I only see contentment
Lurking in the void of infinite darkness
Copyright © Mahadhir bin Monihuldin | Year Posted 2015
A New Brother
I do not hate you! I do not know you to hate you.
I may hate that which you represent, which has brought us to this present
But the truth is: I do not know you.
In another world, another time, even in another life
…. and we be re-presented,
You could be my brother, my neighbour, even a stranger
….. now befriended.
Another time, another world.; Another reason another war,
You and me, side by side, fighting…the foe, …..killing.
Another brother, another friend; Another neighbour, another dead!
War is not my desire, my brother-in-arm
But to live, we may have to kill - not just harm.
…..It is just like eating!
War: The unsavoury beast … Victory: The savoury feast.
As you cannot have war without eating.
So you cannot have war without killing.
……It is just like eating!
Yes, War creates evil,
my brother ….
but is it not evil that first creates war?
Somewhere in the midst of an ugly war lies a precious peace.
It is worth the bother, dear brother.
What good is glory without the ‘hell’
Is war not the same as ‘glory’ …without the ‘L’?
Vita incerta, mors certissima! ….Damnatio ad bestias! (i)
Fight by my side for that which is just, and let the foe know
…there’s a ‘double-you’ in ‘we’.
Join with me, in this thing we call the ‘Unsavoury Beast’
Whether you’re neighbour, brother or friend, remember
….without a ‘u’, there’s less of ‘us’.
All we seek is that ‘precious peace’ …after the Savoury Feast.
Seculo seculorum …. semper (ii)
(The Fg 81.5.8)
(i) - latinLife is uncertain, death is a certainty ....(we are) thrown to the lions!
(ii) - latinForever and ever ....always.
Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2015