I remember how hip we were
Our old fuddy-duddy Latin teacher
fell on the ice, broke her hip
We howled all day: Good for her
Time passes, now it’s our turn
Slips and stumbles make one humble
Our Latin teacher’s sweet revenge ~
Avenged at last, her long, slow burn
From out of the lacustrine,dense tract, green
Lining the silent mossy forlorn lake keen ,
Came out leaping and hopping,a fat frog ;
He landed and stopped on a reedy clog ,
As he saw the Chameleon on a stem frail ,
Gripping fast the rush with its prehensile tail ,
Croaking and flicking his tongue around,
To relish one and all the insects found ;
He made his own way on the rich moss,
And back and forth on the spread-over grass ;
His acrobatics envied and enraged the rival
Watching silently with rolling eyes since arrival .
The crestfallen had missed his chance thrice
And retracted to sit still like frozen ice -
Having lost to the place his colour and stance ;
Thrill and anxiety did the crux spell enchnce ;
A surly serpent suddenly sprang,as if to mock
Hissing , out of the crevice beneath a rock ;
It was a measured move -a prize catch ;
The victim was more a meal than a match ,
And went in neatly with a suppressed wail ;
The avenged lizard quirked and muttered his hail :
Pride goes pouncing and swooping before a fall ,
Thus to end up with a whimper, defeat and all.
A candlelit room, love's sweet embrace,
A romantic setup, a magical space.
Soft music playing, filling the air,
As they danced together, without a care.
Where love could blossom at its prime,
Where in candlelight, they might have dined,
In the midst of all, he fell off his dove—
Bitten by the venom of love.
In shadows deep, a heart did weep,
A lover's loss, a vow to keep.
In vengeance sworn, a deed was done,
Blood on hands 'neath moonlit sun.
For justice failed, or so he thought,
In sorrow's grip, his reason caught.
He sought to right a grievous wrong,
Yet now he stands, condemned, alone.
His love avenged, yet at what cost?
In chains he's bound, his freedom lost.
A murderer of another's pain,
Now he bears the mark of Cain.
In somber silence, he must dwell,
Within the depths of his own hell.
A tragic tale of love and strife,
A man condemned to spend his life.
March 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 16-18
Key Verse – Judges 16:28 And Samson called unto the LORD, and said, O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O God, that I may be at once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO REMEMBERS US
WHILE HE ANSWERS OUR PRAYERS
Praise be to God for remembering us while He answers our prayers for:
Revival by His Spirit
Reliance in His strength
Rejoicing in His salvation
Readiness in His service
Reaping in His stewardship
Judges 17:3 Praise be to the Lord Who does
good unto us in our obedience to Him, since He:
Beholds us with His watchfulness
Blesses us in His will
Bears us by His worth
Brings us into His way
Binds us through His Word
Judges 18:5 Praise be to the Saviour for
His counsel as we:
Seek Him through prayer
Search for His purpose
Stay in His plan and protection
Settle in His presence for gracious progress
Share His Gospel of peace. Amen!\
March 23, 2024
In love and in war all is fair
This is no consolation but a scare
Ye gloat but it is loss and death that ye dare
And it is at requiem masses ye remember prayer
Ye clamor to justify a side’s cause
As if the bloodshed is worth applause
And for counting the cost you take no pause
As if you have gone over peace to its last clause
You speak of love as if you even love hate
And destiny as if to embrace fate
Virtues unclear and boundaries obscure for any trait
In your unholy conviction you desecrate
How much blood seeks to be avenged
While the godliness we by our lips pledged
Has in deed and intent been edged
When indeed the earth has no blood thirst to be quenched
We pray for the peace of Jerusalem
May she end her bleeding by touching the hem
Rightful birthright and inheritance be unto them
May she not eat her own but be their gem
K. Muitherero
I want to plummet backward and die through the rip in the sky. Be reborn as a ball of yarn untwisted and undone not to be avenged but forgiven I want to spread my string my flaming wings. Get me away from the demon world of false ebullient faces. I await the Golden Gates gaze. Now my atoms of have split as the very big bang are my wings that spread.
'cause some of us have had enough of this hell
some search heaven for redemption
and she too
but more for being disgusted
and when she up there arrived
stabbed to death the deity
and on the way down she smiles
in the ecstasy of having avenged
the human race and all its offspring
condemning to finitude
who has not condemned us to eternity.
She was a gunslinger from way back.
She kept this under her hat.
A secret from everyone except the women she avenged.
They called her Marigold, because of her flowers.
When women who had been wronged learned of other women wronged,
They came to her in the middle of the night.
She was unknown as a gunslinger in this backwater town.
They thought of her only as preacher’s wife.
Preacher was always gone, preaching at a hanging or a revival.
The women came and told her what had happened.
After she verified it, she brought out her guns. Problem solved.
Corona inflamed
red sun, wan in a smoked haze
Invisible algal bloom
marine, now airborne
searing land as it takes off
on fevered wings around Earth
Noxious fumes surround…
This culmination of deeds
ill-human-seeded...
Death razes a cleansing cull -
Ecology is avenged
(8/22/2020: ’90 Bayliner 3888; DMS)
As my sunset soul dips into the ocean,
The moon rises with an eerie glow,
The darkness has a scary notion
Of its own.
As white hues turn to violet,
Then scarlet and to orange,
As cool wind starts to blow,
Ripen the seeds all sown.
The stars at the tip of my pen,
As she sits and stares at the silhouette,
Mesmerised by nature’s charm,
She thinks of it all.
As she looks at the stars,
In the sky engraved,
She sees those horrible scars,
Put down by us all,
With endangered,
Every being, big or small.
Still in this new found haven,
She sits down smitten,
As she swings on the peg of life,
Rocking gently between joy and strife.
Life flows on ,
Talking all,
Giving back none,
She now has avenged,
Taken her deserved revenge,
Instils it in our heart,
As you try to forget,
She gives it a kickstart,
Giving back tit for tat.
As my soul sets in the sea,
I finally let her be.......
04/12/2020
Rashi Soni
The emblem of my sovereignty,
A dagger through a heart.
The sovereignty of incarceration,
A flight over an aery dell.
The incarceration is as a royal charter
In the fidelity of a vendetta.
At noonday, the words purporting
A coarse tumult of the local milieu,
In the sea of ethereal bitterness.
And, there is no one more to impress!
If but some pallid fairy would reach,
For the cavern missed by the dagger,
If but some grey wolf would save me,
From this agony in the pavilion of orbs,
Then as avenged as a lonesome beggar
I’d dare to plot a different course.
If but some fate trader would put hope
On the beam scale to judge a chance,
If but the One could say yes to me
I would tango for two, or any dance.
VAR dispute
USA three match shutout-
Rio loss avenged
No other choice
as my shadow schemes in the sand,
lone cries on lovelorn wings give grief heart’s voice
over scorned wedding band.
Sandcastles are crumbled in undertow’s deceit,
longing and revenge; a million grains ‘neath my feet.
Avenged by briny blue’s retreat,
illusions built too closely to tide’s edge rejoice.
Susan Ashley
June 14, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Finally by the blood of swordsmen
They reach the mystic shore
Torn by battle each parched tongue
Corrupts it’s enemy once more
Flesh and spirit torn then stained
In legend myth and tale
Blew them, this final war
Llyr upon his sail
Bleached bones, sinew, hungry fists
Baying for a fight
Women to there long lost lovers
Avenged by firelight
No god of light ever brings
The blood of there’s back home
To the shores of Avalon
Once the soldiers gone
Then finally by there longboats
They reach the mystic shore
Fighting Norsemen cross the Styx
To battle ever more.
Ron Kempton
Something is going on, I know it,
Old friend doesn't come, he is annoyed,
And in a little fuss of days
wrong people come to see my place.
Somewhere he's walking with wrong someone,
He knows, it's true, but all is done now.
For what our feud, who can explain?..
We both are suffering of pain.
It's going on, I know it really,
wrong woman come to take my feeling,
She puts her arms on shoulders, yes,
She steals me from some other lass.
For sake of god, somebody, tell me:
Who'll give his shoulders for this lass?..
I'm stolen from her, and she shall be
stealing to be avenged, I guess.
It will be later, she will answer,
She will be fighting with herself,
And without thoughts like some romancer
she will accept somebody else.
How many nervous and so frail,
so needless ties, friendships these fails!
I feel I'm getting mad, oh, wrath!
Oh, please, somebody, come, all falls,
Tell those strange people, that's enough!
And stop disunity of souls.
1957
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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