Best 13Th Poems
Paris the 13th
Tears, my tears fall to wine
As I can not comprehend this horrendous crime
Men filled with such spiteful hate
Islamic teachings seal their fate
Kill and slaughter love and smiles
How I pray tell does this bring about
Any compassion of heart, have they no guile?
I have walked along those Parisian streets
Filled with history and diversity, such a feat
Hand in hand, people from so many lands
Dressed in darkness, blacks and grays
The massacre dancing in premonitions sway
Crusaders never win, for love will take its stand
Hundreds taken from Jesus hands
For nothing more than celebrating their great lands
Food and drink and lovers smiles
Stolen this night by hateful bile
We shall rise again, defend and stand
Our blood may flow in the river seine
However in the end its you, who is insane
We shall defend our liberty
Even if we hang evil from the tree
Père Lachaise has brought me tears
Such history over all the years
Yet here I am faced to visit once again
Paying respect to those dying in vain
My heart is fraught, with you till eternity
Liberté, égalité, fraternité
Notes: Pere Lachaise is a famous cemetery in Paris
Liberté, égalité, fraternité is the motto of France
Battle Clans
They came in the night
Like twisted ninja’s
Selling their honor for terror and fright
Blood spilled on Mohamed’s hands
The Tower of Paris stands tall
Art and culture they shall never fall
They wounded the bodies
They murdered the babies
The symphonies of horrors in the key of D
Replaced by waltzes of harmonies in C
We bow in sadness to the wounded and dead
We never shall forget, the cowards who spread red
Tears have been shed,
Liberty for a day became stale bread
No one shall stain our integrity
The fraternity and flag shall always fly free
We shall mourn
We shall cry
We shall bring the devils their justice
We shall in the end forgive and never forget
For we are the humanity of all of France
Laying flowers at the last dance
Je me souvien
Bataclan
Wake up a little earlier; another troubled night
But the remnants of pre-birthday make-up still do their job remarkably
Smile for the camera; these pictures are keepers, so realistically modelled for
Thank yous for unthoughtful offerings; why hurt feelings after all?
A dozen friends all come along; it's not their scene but they want to please me
Can't look over there, have to be the last to go through the door
They're trying so hard, all their love gathering on my windowsill
Some cards handmade with heartfelt affection, gifts so vague and cliched, more
roses than I could care for
And your dusty eyes still staring through them all from behind the frame
Complete the scene as my headstone
Couldn't have slept at all
Excitedly imagining what you were planning
Warm in your jacket you gave me to sleep in
Wouldn't lift or lower my foolish head
Jitters looking forward to you
Flash could've gone off but we wouldn't notice
Shroud me with your words, promises you could not keep
All the guests combined; a less than you companion
I wonder why we couldn't make it through?
And I'd never had to say goodbye 'til the day that I met you
All that I'd got for we pushed them all out
And I didn't miss them.
Didn't miss them.
Why are you still asking after me?
How do you still reach into my eyes
Before I turn away?
What happened to let us get like this and tell me
When can it end?
How is it I want it to stay?
Though there's a soft spot for you in my heart and you're
Slowly seeping out
Frozen as this face remains
Breaking when I'm forced to recall
I'm 18 and you're not here
But she passed on your message for me
Happy Birthday.
And in those obligated words it all crashes back
I'll keep all our secrets and ignore all the rest
The world we made and left to decay
Keeps me smiling for every wasted day.
My own head screaming at me
every thought another fight
strangling my heart
he hid behind my tears
every possible negative thought
battling myself to do what is right
always felt like i never got it
tricking myself into situations, strung along
confusing my own confusions
mind manipulating my fears
my own hopes used against me
every day
all day long
lost my free will
god came to take over
no sense of self to cut anothers hand through me
this is the case of the crime of your century
now its gone
i keep looking at the clock
see how long it's been gone
i am sound mind
the visual images bleeding in my head
foreshadowing of next paranoias
deadlocked mind
This new silence in my head is intoxicating
the freedom to feel ok without inner harassments
one happy tear
compared to the sobbing of hours on end
for my mind wouldn't let me be
just be good, you did a great thing today
you gave your life to the lord once again
creativity no longer a weapon
see my own self differently entirely
the awe and beauty of everything
overwhelming
being reintroduced to me
the one i will never forget again
a new game for my mind to play
a new way to be ok
another point today
intoxicating 13th hour
the wave of fear when god was afraid
the muse of his own spiritual syndicate of songs and dance comforted him
to heal the hands inside his head
FRIDAY THE 13TH
If there ever was such a day,
you could take it all away!
Would you do it?
If there ever was a day,
you could climb up on my tree!
Would you be my chimpanzee?
If there ever was a day you could see a gypsy in the stars,
you could reach and stretch our travel beyond and far!
Would you look up and risk to loose your own neck?
If there was a day you could breath me in deeply,
you could get lost in my bedroom eyes!
Would you stare me down sweetly?
If there is such a day to take the stop sign off my face,
you could mend things and turn on our green light!
Would you continue to let me invade your space?
If there ever was a day you want to surrender your love to me
You could indulge my body language as your # 1 key!
Would you give me the best heated moments of your life?
If we could have more than just one day,
with out bad luck getting in the way!
Would you say lets just sleep through FRIDAY THE 13th all DAY?
If we could figure out what happen earlier to day,
you could offer me peace & blame it on FRIDAY THE 13TH!
Would you could you just stop blaming us and blame on the 13th?
~SKAT~
Footsteps heard from afar
Caught in the glimpse of
Strange shadows on walls,
the unknowable visor of
approaching men in uniform,
wedged in the unbroken frames
of those shadows;
Carrying their guns and arms,
They throw a basket of broken
Legs lost in the war, a dump yard
Of human remains
And there through the window
Struck by the very first sight
Are those pair of peeping eyes
That seek answers for all that is
Left and is yet to come,
They speak of all the pain
Felt in the anguish of the bygones,
A struggle to fight for
All that is fair and just,
To level the men of his ‘breed’
One amongst many born unequal
They see affected patterns of color,
The raunchy division of scattered
Privileges
In moments of solitariness, they
Look ahead into the future with a
Vision so pure;
a utopian ideal it seems
To many of his kind, unachievable yet
Worth fighting for, for years
Of unsolicited beatings, they
Only wish to see a world of
Equals, the world as a homogeneity of
Dark and blank pieces,
Men of ‘his breed’
Stand up to wrong all the
Blank pieces covered in shadows
By the ‘darkness’ of their own
Misdeeds,
So a world without
Fear would be created for once,
The end of a gruesome chapter
And the beginning of a liberal one
13
riding out the night
searching for that solar storm
instead, up ahead
columns of wind
breach the scene
green trees clobber the place
as bedlam pulls out the white swords
and once again it's on
808 Boom!
808 Boom!
808 Boom!
moonlight exsanguinated
even though it was full as can be
no sign of Jason Voorhees either
maybe he's graduated from the mask
this place ain't so scary
I said,
"THIS PLACE AIN"T SO SCARY!"
(stirring up the devils)
only 15 minutes 'till we're in the clear
Saturday 14 is near
©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Usually counting down Fridays
Friday is actually Friday the 13th
A day that is traditionally superstitions
Surrounded by bad vibes bad luck,
Spooky superstitions, bad situations
General bad feeling of terrible luck.
Not exactly a day anyone looks forward toward
Because many people just expect the worst.
Don't walk under ladders, or break that glass
Black cats, bad luck if come cross you path
Now Friday the 13th is seen as unlucky day
None believers will pray
Whether should expect terrible situations
This is also a day when people tend to be extra superstitious
Worried bout things like black cats crossing their path
Through this day dealing with many unlucky situations
So next time you walk under a ladder
Look up, Oh!! no wait watch out for that anvil
04/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
FOR MY DAUGHTER ON HER 13TH BIRTHDAY
On your thirteenth birthday
Mom and Dad wish you wonderful day
We love you forever and always
Wishing you the best future and the successful way
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando January 22, 2017
In recent years a amazing thing has happened to the number Thirteen,
Adding Friday, and the movies, Freddie Kruger has entered the Big Screen.
A silly guy with tights, entering dreams and prowls around at night.
Murdering, slashing, and it is a ridiculous sight.
Well in ancient times it wasn't always that way,
The number 13 was revered as a lucky number, a great day.
A calendar with 13 months, suns and moons were the norm here.
Thirteen months, not 12 was the calendar year.
It was considered lucky, and a blessed day,
Cleopatra was up for it all the way.
The ancients didn't hide or cringe at this day or think anything bad,
They celebrated with pomp and were not at all sad.
A lot of people have a misconception of the number thirteen.
Unlucky, like black cats is mentioned on our national scene.
People all around the world cringe when it's Friday the Thirteenth,
Some don't even leave their homes or work on this day, to me it's obscene.
Thirteen? Well I tell you it's just a number nothing else,
It happens just a few times a year, and should be ignored as unlucky for yourself.
The Lord has a way of laughing I bet at this utter nonsense,
How can a number be anything but that, it makes no sense.
Superstitious mumbo jumbo has taken over our daily lives,
As we let it scramble our moral thinking while humanity is trying to survive.
What is in this day that allows people to act so strange? To actually cringe,
As they let it confuse and disrupt our lives, a pretty strange thing.
Superstition is the devil's crafty invention, to confuse and create chaos,
to really confuse and get away from our Lord and Jesus.
When the Freddie Kruger's creeps into our conscious minds at night,
Allowing this day, the thirteenth, to become a social blight.
So pray that the Kruger's won't confuse your thoughts and let God lead the way,
Friday the thirteenth is a blessed and God given day.
The ancients had this number and they had a fun filled event,
l3 was lucky to them and laughing is how this day went.
Be thankful and count your blessings that the Lord has given us today,
Take the time to reflect and get down on your knees and pray.
That the devil will be put behind all of us Christians, and we should be thankful,
That our Creator is with us , we have no fear, and we are totally grateful.
Friday the 13th.
Hope all is well where you live.
Not superstitious.
FRIDAY, THE 13TH, IS IT AN ANATHEMA?
I, in the bad old days
When medicine derives
Its worth and effectiveness
In the wack-wack days
The herbal and their prayers used to drive away evil spirits.
Our great great grandparents
And our parents during the present times
Still these suppression of truth are pressed
For these beliefs
Which are tried to be repressed
But, somehow, is hard to demise.
But here’s the times when science gets bad
The best of alibi depend
On the number not at all on the figure
Just like their travails in life
Almost always point to an excuse
Because its Friday, the 13th (thirteenth).
Friday, the 13th (thirteenth)
Has become an omen and a superstition
Some sorts pull both their legs
To believe is not a disbelief their IQ is less
But if you heed and forego and the accident unmissed
You are lucky you followed the curse and you survived.
Whether Friday, the 13th is an anathema or a superstition
Its repercussion infused not on the imprecation
Would justify the warning or precaution
An advance knowledge is a wary information
The chronicler who set the calendar is not daydreaming
But he’s full of dumbness, indeed maybe a wisdom man!!
"Its A 'Beautiful' Day!?:) ~
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"Psalms 8 & 29"
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His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
in buffalo horn and porcupine quills -
ghost of the warrior chief in the grave
whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills.
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire -
a child of the Great Spirit in the sky,
like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark, the sacred tree,
a totem from the depth and breadth of me.
Written: March 2013
Born on the 13th –
must be fortunate –
of May, she`s not scared
and ever stays playful.
She grasps firmly springs
and jumps cause of mercy
into the gist of humble,
the very observation.
Belittled the devilry,
touched by the fortune
she's glad that a man
fathomed her dreams.