Best Adversary Poems
Reality came crashing into my dream
You were my fairytale, and my happily ever after
You were the prince that I always dreamed of
It's okay because I will forever have the dream
However, reality is always lurking behind
Fear, always a compelling and daunting adversary -
To sanction fear in my life is to reject the power within.
That I am made in the image of God, I must believe!
~*~
The Adversary of God
It's been said
To dream a little dream
To gather the extreme
To exploit your angers
To worship your fears
The Creator of all question
You enter your confrontation
Of where fear meets reality
So strange, deranged psychedelic
Please rain
A champagne whirlwind spins
Creates a Great Storm
Blasting through
Fuqqing all the forgotten dead
"Necrophelliac I am"
Said the tall green man
"Let me inject my love into your veins. For I am half man so Big and Strong.
The other half, snake. Blackened soul".
This world in my eyes so far and away
So strange, deranged
Psychedelic
Just rain
And the champagne whirlwinds spin creates the greatest storm blasting through
And he fuqqed all of the forgotten dead
And he fuqqed, he fuqqed
Until they bled
This world in my eyes
So far and away
So strange, deranged
Psychedelic
Please rain
So pass this kiss around
and around
You blow this kiss around
and around
And everyday as the day's gone
good
You fuqqed this kiss so big and round
This world in my eyes
So far and away
This thrill in disguise
Cum laughing
Come play
This fuqq so strange
So fuqqing deranged
And the psychedelics?
It's just my God Damned
RAIN........
Contest-- The Green-Eyed Monster sponsored by Verlena S. Walker
1-2-2015
*** 1st PlaCe***
Secret Adversary
I view your effort
With a lot of piety:
You seem to bomb
A deserted city!
You need surveillance
You need espionage
To flash me out
Out of camouflage.
Yours is noise power
Mine; wise strategy
Will find out soon
Who meets tragedy!
***Title borrowed the renowned Investigative Writer: Agatha Christie
JM
23rd January 2014
My father always told me
My strongest adversary
Was my own reflection.
In the mirror,
It always shadowed me-
My own personal monster
I could never escape from.
I learned to hate my reflection.
The biggest problem was
My mirror adversary
Grew with me.
I could never outpace It.
Never throw a harder punch,
Never out-think It,
Never do more than
Come to a draw
With my own reflection-
I was not
Allowed
To break the glass.
I learned to shatter myself instead.
When I got older,
Those things didn’t change.
Rather,
I worked to outdo
My own manifestation-
My shadow took the same
Steps as me and I realized
I had another opponent
In the ring with me-
My thoughts
Turned darker
With the lengthening
Of the hours.
I learned to start each day with longer strides.
Today,
In my house,
I kept the lights off-
In the darkness,
I realized,
There are no shadows.
There are no reflections.
There was only ever me.
I learned how to start over.
Now, my shadow and I
Take each step together
Soundly, not silently.
Now, my mirror and I
Are at ease with each other-
Our fingers only still bloodied
From repairing the likeness
Of my shattered reflection.
I’m still not whole.
My mirror will
Always
Be missing pieces
Broken off somewhere
Down the roads
I’ve left behind.
I’ve just learned to make the most of It.
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!
Here lies Abercrombie Wellington Jones
Under the flowers are all of his bones
Young people like to deface his gravestone
Due to all the slaves Jones used to own
The Adversary
He watched them as day passed upon day, peering upon the intimate scene,
As God communed heart to heart, one on one with the woman and the man the only
Beings where his likeness and image could be seen.
Garden beautiful was unguarded and free for all to enter;
He crept in dexterous in all his ways with the sword of deceit clasped in hand
he came to conquer the mind of man.
Hurled from heaven by the creator of all good,
resentment heaved out an odious pit in the tempters salient mind,
with trenchant vengeance and anger’s gall he purposed
that not only he would fall.
He would mar man the being where God’s image was seen,
He struck his first blow with a question, opening the door
Of incredulity, he launched a final attack
By insinuating that God had held something back.
With the woman’s mind in upheaval the forbidden morphed
Into a captivating delicacy,
impelling her into its aura without hesitancy.
Unbeknown to her she had been deceived,
So she ate and shared it with her mate.
He promised her the semblance of God knowing evil and good,
But his promise became wormwood.
They abdicated life’s delight for knowledge cocooned in gloom
As black as night.
He originated the fall, but he did not win even in the face
Of his pugnacious gall.
In love God gave his son as a ransom, all that believe will live
Forever in heaven a far better standing than before the fall.
Whatever plots an evil foe may conjure the omniscient mind
Of God is impossible to conquer.
Your words are broken things,
each pot with cracks that water swells,
but my words are no better held,
crawling in caves where envy dwells.
So stand and say your poem,
(although I'm not bent to clap),
I'll applaud you in my head my friend,
with a rival's nod, and quick tip of cap.
Haphazardly, yet dastardly
Chaotic but organized, that bastard, he
With vengeance unjust and supersized
In an earthquake, he is the aftershock
You think it’s done, but wait! SURPRISE!
World’s rocked and socks knocked off
You can’t ditch this itch, what a crock!
Some may mock, but he is an iceberg
What you see seems just the average jerk
When underneath is all berserk!
A quirky perk to fool hapless foes
Off guard he throws, keep on your toes
For your weakness he already knows
So goes the life of the thorn in a rose
To impose strife and scorn I suppose
Being born so forlorn your only purpose here
Is to STRIKE FEAR AND MAKE THEM PUCKER
I mean… really just a pesky little bloodsucker
That’s besides the point though.
Since he’s the BEST of the pests in this jest
And will NEVER REST for his quest
He is OBCESSED and full of zest
I can attest since I can hear him buzzing
Because when it comes to push and shoving
This nasty little good for nothing
Will not be content and will not relent
Until he gets under the skin that holds the scent
He will torment! And when he gets the win,
Oh you’ll be sorry as he flies away in VICTORY
Then his epic story will be ….. SMACK.
Hmm… perhaps not so all powerful foe.
Damn mosquito.
Culicidae (Scientific name for mosquito,
and super sneaky secret villain name in this case!)
Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet
Alone with no one to play
Along came a spider that hid just behind her
Keeping well clear of the fray
Little jack horner who lived round the corner
Heard an ear piercing cry
With jack and gill his friends up the hill
They raced to find out just why
Jack fell down and broke his crown
As he collided with little bo peep
With the boy down the lane cant remember his name
They were out looking for sheep
UP jack got no time to stop
As they all ran as fast as they could caper
Little boy blue from number two
Turned up just two minutes later
They ran in the house and all saw the mouse
As it ran straight under the clock
Little miss muffet stood on her tuffet
Both hands held tight on her frock
They giggled with glee at the sight they could see
So they all decided to stay
Little miss muffet thought nothing of it
At last with friends she could play
Cold creeps
from swift whirlwinds
left me quivering with chattered teeth
and drenching with sweat.
Trumpeting;
foreshadow of war.
There I was
aghast on the battlefield
accoutered with no armor or shield
and no cavalrymen to deploy;
ashen with fear.
Venomous arrowheads
seared me with scars
as a sword ravaged my heart.
I yielded in anguish
at the acme of predicament,
kneeling forth my adversary.
My soul roared with rage
as it set ablaze in the cage.
Scorched by the flames;
fire streamed through my veins,
unveiling my chaste
and awakening the spirit within.
With the might of a warrior
I perished my nemesis,
alias; the demons in the mind.
Dawn abrupt in the azure sky;
denoting the apogee of valor.
People tend to give out their best to others,
to show importance and willingness to be a friend,
But in ignorance, while trying to be a part of them,
is it what they really want you to offer them...?
You care, you choose to love them,
you choose to fit yourself to them,
but, the truth is they don’t want you in their life...
The adversary of being a friend,
is presuming of having a mutual feeling with them…
Mutual feelings that end up in dismayed,
where you are the only one who thinks the same
When you choose to be the best person you could be to them,
where they don’t care and just neglect you in the end…
The best way is to weigh and ask… don’t assume that you’re their friend….
My father always told me my strongest adversary was my own reflection.
In the mirror, It always shadowed me- my own personal monster I could never escape from.
I learned to hate my reflection.
The biggest problem was my mirror adversary grew with me.
I could never outpace It.
Never throw a harder punch, never out-think It,
Never do more than come to a draw with my own reflection-
I was not allowed to break the glass.
I learned to shatter myself instead.
When I got older, those things didn’t change.
Rather, I worked to outdo my own manifestation-
My shadow took the same steps as me
And I realized I had another opponent in the ring with me-
My thoughts turned darker with the lengthening of the hours.
I learned to start each day with longer strides.
Today, in my house, I kept the lights off-
In the darkness, I realized, there are no shadows.
There are no reflections. There was only ever me.
I learned how to start over.
Now, my shadow and I take each step together soundly, not silently.
Now, my mirror and I are at ease with each other-
Our fingers only still bloodied from repairing the likeness of my shattered reflection.
I’m still not whole.
My mirror will always be missing pieces broken off somewhere down the roads
I’ve left behind.
I’ve just learned to make the most of It.
He sits and scratches
With endless scratching
They cover him in patches
Hope they aren’t catching
He struggles with them
Longing to destroy their eggs
They darken and condemn
Creeping and crawling with long legs
He dreads this affliction
Which comes to him often
Yearning for their eviction
His heart would surely soften
He is the dog of my dreams
Yet he begs and he pleads
For relief from the regimes
Fleas he sometimes feeds
He is weakened by their angry pursuit
They chase him round and round
The struggle is so very acute
Until a cure is finally found
He is the best friend I’ve ever had
When the dreaded fleas leave
There is such joy – he’s so glad
For these insects, he will not grieve
If you happen upon my sweet dog
Scratch his ear and let him know
His heart won’t be in such a fog
Without this angry, dreaded foe
Insects Poetry Contest
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January 15, 2022