Best Arch Poems
Prince Harry and wife's new son is named Arch
He was born in May instead of in March
He looks kind of cute
In his new white suit
I guess Meghan went easy on the starch
When we are born and life begins,
A child is perfect, free from sin.
We stand beneath life’s rising arch,
And grow through fits and halting starts.
As young adults, we race with speed,
Not understanding what we need.
We find first love in our late teens,
Not fully knowing what it means.
We race ahead, not looking back,
While the reaper stays on our track.
Middle age is on its way,
And the reaper never goes away.
And in the waning years of life,
Through all the toil and all the strife,
We start to wonder where life has gone,
And know we are closer to dusk than dawn.
A voice behind becomes more clear
As the reaper’s footsteps draw near.
Fear and loathing fill our thought,
As if we’re racing against the clock.
One day I choose at last to stop,
And slowly turn around and drop.
I see the reaper standing there.
He says, “My friend, I truly care.”
I know he’s here to end my life,
To free me from my pain and strife.
When out of nowhere, an angel appears,
Saying, “Have no fear, my brother, I am here.”
She reaches out and takes my hand,
And pulls me close where now I stand.
The reaper bows his shadowed face,
Then disappears without a trace.
The angel looks at me and says,
“Heaven is yours for endless days.”
Stretching across sky,
Reminder of the promise;
Wonderfully displayed.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/30/09
The humble arch, so simple, so profound, so powerful
The arch is Pi in the sky, a curved concrete crescent
Supporting span of bridge or lintel
Inspired by rainbow, waxing and waning moon
Instilled by foot arch, caterary chain suspended
Upper segment of circle, Pi with curved bowed legs.
Compress concrete crush resolves, eliminates tension.
Keystone at apex of arch locks stack array of blocks
With Roman arch a symbol, old concept straggling time
Where my colorful rainbow's arch ends,
cosmos gleam on dark blue spectrums.
Beyond the infinite celestial realms,
another solar system overwhelms.
No other rainbow is alike mine,
it was drawn to withstand time.
And it returns from time to time,
to lull me with a nursery rhyme.
All the wonders cannot compare,
this one is the only one I declare.
Where my colorful rainbow's arch ends,
placidity reigns; no storm ever rages.
Entered in Eva Roper's contest,
" The End Of Your Rainbow "
Written on 1/21/2016
You know, tis somewhat easy to understand Apollyon as your
Crew holding a tad bit, in misery projecting towards an imperfect
Time but cool kids just never hold signs I mean Abaddon can't you see
Kind of like Toad The Wet Sprocket's, in the end I'm sensing a change the weather
Does anyone remember me ? Did you all think we'd just disappear ? Crazy life....
Swoosh his tail their Angels fell: metaphoric make-up twas her modern tale: sitting
Atop the sea sweet, drunken Jezabel ? Spawned his bastard Damien's, tattooed dreams
Six pence collections thrice their infections blue blood injections Legion's, special olympics
Lucifer's serpents raging towards the golden goal evanescent's mountaintop his goad keeper goblins
Pressing this matter it's silver sickle auld lang syne her bride of Frankenstein; Electra thighs, red rum wine.
She-Who-Walks-In-Mist,
Lovely maiden, daughter of a chief.
Her lips had never been kissed,
When she was left to lie in grief.
Many braves had adored her,
Many had asked for her hand.
But she already loved another,
A brave not of this land.
She could love only one,
He was Evening Star, high above.
Watching over her until he came down,
Proclaiming to her, his own love.
The chief, enraged at his daughters affair,
Lashed her hands and feet, determined
she be alone.
He took her to the Turtle Island in despair,
and laid her upon a massive ledge of
limestone.
So many tears she cried, day after day,
Until, at last, he descended for her once
again.
Her tears had melted the rock beneath her
away,
Just as Evening Star carried her to the
heavens.
She gazed upon the arch her pain had
made below,
The rock that her own tears had crumbled
apart.
Leaving a bridge for departed souls,
From tears that could not melt her father's
heart.
Dog's arch nemesis
coolly lurking on tree branch
protected by glass
coyly mocking dog inside
sinister plotting next move
Up above
black clouds cry heavily
I sympathize the sky
that a good day can't come by
in due time
the darkness scattered
and the heavens
bless the town with a
seven-colored arch
I go outside
and stand before it
embracing its amazing grandeur
I see a city on the other side of the arch
I walk through the portal
ending up in a city of gold
Despair of spectres whispered, John heard it muttered
Fears spoken, centuries of shame sunk into stone
Hanging tree hoisted him, feet above ground fluttered
Rope bound neck bulged, blood starved eyes shuttered
Aghast, entertainment starved spectators absorbed gore
Under his breath they heard it uttered,
" I am among the lowliest, and the last"
Sentiment collected by authorities, soon to outlaw
Heinous hangings of criminals and martyrs
Testiment to the cruelty, trademark of cessation
Clouds of purest doves spun above the atrociousity
Tyburn' s turbulent history viewed at Marble Arch
Has John's pledge to thank for returning compassion
14th September 2020
For: Line Gauthier 's Contest
Tyburn Collaboration max. 14
the gound quakes and evil mens bones ache!he flys god sky allthe days of his life!he is a warrior from heaven above but still in his heart he holds great love!afirey sword he holds in his hand too kill the demons that no man can!gods greatest angel you will ever see the arch angel micheal hes my friend too the very end!mes with him and you will seegod great vengence will come apoe thee!
Did I notice the arch
The bend in me
That caused the shift
When did it begin
When did I start manifesting it
Do I even know why
Why I was so desperate for a change
Yes I know why
Of course I do
Because what I said I would never be
I had fully become
A mediocre shell
Giving 50% of everything in my life
Surprised by my own unhappiness
Aware that self-actualization is my goal
But too lost to fight for it
Too confused to forge the path
Too much into my own pity party
That I missed the opportunity
Missed opportunities
And would continue missing them
Until I took a stand
And stood up for my life
For my tomorrow
So the arch happened
And now I know it can be done
Which I’ll need reminding of
Realistically more than once
But the shift has at least begun
There was tiger named Archie Hoggerpipe,
Who, weirdly, wished to swap every dark stripe.
A turkey quickly agreed
To meet Archie's costume need.
Thankful lions ate Arch, leaving no tripe.
The stuffed pride of lions later cried fowl.
O how the savannah shook with their howl.
A tiger without wishbone
Left all lions anger prone,
Until round the striped turkey they did prowl.
my wings have been burnt
I fell from above bending my halo
shattering the silence of reality
and tarnishing my soul
white turns to black as evil takes hold
hang on for dear life as it ends for now
I’m the archangel of the fallen
queen of the damned goddess of the darkness
tears fall down in streams of sorrow
breaking the rhythm of heartbeats born tomorrow
I’m the archangel of the fallen
and your wishes for sin are my burden
my eyes stare through your pain
no more mysteries remain it’s all unleashed
a fury raging from within addiction is a curse
creeping from the past is a ghost of distaste
screaming through the night to fight it
the will to deter it doesn’t falter
sobriety is my one and only answer
I’m the archangel of the fallen
queen of the damned goddess of the thoughtless
tears fall down in streams of sorrow
breaking the rhythm of heartbeats born tomorrow
I’m the archangel of the fallen
and your wishes for sin are my burden
darkness shrouds my past, mystery shrouds my future
and living in the moment is all I have to offer
the tattered remains of sanity cling with caution
I’ve had one too many falls and failing is no option
fading faster than the twilight is good verse evil
the ruptured light reflects my face in the mirror
disguising what I really am.. The archangel of the fallen
Sneaky Jeja
While walking past this tree
I thought it said
"Can I have your sandwich"
I thought
"Did you speak to me"
He stuck out his hand and doubled it and took it
Before i said "yes"
Without a twitch
I handed it over again and laughed all the way home
What a cheeky Sneaky Jeja tree.
Amen.