Best Assent Poems
How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?
Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?
I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...
*sura 96
Categories:
assent, hope, mystery
Form:
Free verse
There is a great hole in my heart where you fell through.
I can see you still falling deeper and deeper, wondering where
the bottom is, or if there is a bottom.
They say you have to hit bottom before you can rise again,
I pray for the bottom.
I pray for your assent, yet you continue to fall, deeper and deeper
into the dark chasm, clutching onto torment, agony and despair,
which you have mistaken for happiness.
My love for you is not enough to raise you from this hopelessness;
My love must not only be strong, it must be tough.
January 4, 2017
Categories:
assent, character, emotions, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
In this tangled web of chaos,
trying to untangle my being
of this spider's lacework;
if my soul will just assent
to a haven of order.
11/2/2014
Categories:
assent, freedom, hope,
Form:
Light Verse
a constanza
Is God’s viewpoint misunderstood?
Sodom burned in His discontent
for conduct our courts give assent.
Though some fault rests with Hollywood,
most immoral misbehavior,
living proof, man needs a Savior.
Like Mother Eve, man has withstood
conformance to a righteous way
choosing to yield as Satan's prey.
The Creator of all things good
shaped gender with no compunction,
procreation, its core function.
Our God knew as only He could
the all-pervasive attraction
of sexual interaction.
For sure He saw sin’s likelihood,
prostitution and abortion,
and all kinds of sex-distortion.
By sheer grace, God forgives deadwood.
Jesus died; He’s our Salvation,
redemption from hell’s damnation.
Is God's viewpoint misunderstood?
Though some fault rests with Hollywood,
Like Mother Eve, man has withstood
the Creator of all things good.
Our God knew as only He could,
for sure He saw sin’s likelihood.
By sheer grace, God forgives deadwood.
written 2 July 2018
Categories:
assent, 11th grade, christian, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
Does humanity ever change?
He deceives the people; claims he is a king.
Hang him on a cross would be just the thing.
They do not confess the truth of the church.
Burn them at the stake or worse.
Make them wear an arm band.
Then gas them throughout the land.
They are enemies of the state.
Thus, the gulags they create.
They do not comply with the revolution.
Eliminate them is the one solution.
Ban a book, delete an account,
Silence voices of decent.
Only allow majority assent.
For a man can only speak, what a man can think.
In these current days and times,
Government and media have combined,
To assault the language; thus, our minds.
Control the language, control the mind.
For man can only speak, what a man can think.
Folks let fear take them over.
Succumbing to popular notions;
Believing they provide protections;
Blinded by cowardly inventions.
Forgetting all of histories lessons,
Regarding dangerous insurrections,
Claimed by men seeking self-elevation.
Yet, there is no way to gage the power;
Of one man unwilling to cower.
Who stands up strong at the fateful hour;
Resisting wrongs of a throng’s clamor.
For a man can truly speak, when a man can think.
Categories:
assent, america, political,
Form:
Free verse
Limerick : Once a Nanny looked for a Manny/Mannie
Once a Nanny looked for a Manny
And found the father of her Kiddie
Poor Cuckold gave assent
With his Girlie’s consent
Now all five live in One Bliss House free.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
assent, crazy,
Form:
Limerick
Faith is first of all a personal adherence of man to Eternal God
At the same time
And inseparably
It is a free assent to the whole truth that Eternal God has revealed
As personal adherence to Eternal God and assent to this truth
Christian faith differs from our faith in any human person
It is right and just to entrust oneself wholly to Eternal God and to believe absolutely what He says
It should be futile and false to place faith in a creature
Faith is first of all a personal adherence of man to Eternal God
1242015
Categories:
assent, bible, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Pantoum
It happened quickly, not three full days
after the last sturdy leaf of the
flowering linden tree surrendered to
late fall winds.
Snowfall, lots of it. Over a foot
the first time. Shoveling, digging out,
slow traffic, and all those school closings.
A combination of weighty snow and hard ice.
At night, after the snow finally stopped, the
ebony sky drew the remaining ground
warmth off into the frozen atmosphere
to dissipate. Ice crystals in the atmosphere
surrounded the moon with a shimmering halo.
Approaching a full moon, it shines regally
like a pure white tea cup wearing a silver crown.
It presaged months of deep cold and ice.
The landscape is fortress walls of drifted and
machine plowed snow. At night kaleidoscope
patterns shimmer from the glow of street lights. Frozen
rainbows of color greeting us when we venture out.
Beauty in a season of latency and cold.
Artistry and tranquility amid an austere landscape.
The onset of our most dreary season or
assent to time in evolution?
Soon, not too many days hence, we will awaken
to the pattering and splashing of rain as
all life flows with new spring waters.
New Snow
Categories:
assent, seasons, snow,
Form:
Free verse
I hated myself for
disgracing myself more than I should,
I looked upon everything under the sun with jaundiced eyes,
and even tried to ignore long established ethical standards
that of the foundation for existence of human society—it doesn’t matter if it’s of a certain nation or society; religious group; civilization, tribal traditions or history.
I wonder where this negative mindset came from,
and why I am so biased of everything surrounding me
and walk dragging baggage of those contorted ideas on the ground.
In fact, a woman who looks more villainous and uglier than Medusa
wrapped in gaudy attire trimmed with vulgar accessories dances under sparkling light shaking her odious body like mad and she looks so pathetic that tears stand in my eyes. A man who looks more grotesque and frightening than the gargoyles of Notre Dame walks with great strides under the bright sun throwing out his breast but I cannot conceive the rationale for the pride of that ugly man,
my unconscious mind becomes accustomed to disallow
everything I see anywhere at all.
I hate myself because I should be unconcerned with the corrupt world matters and accept the world as it is for life is as such, yet, whatever reason that may be, I couldn’t accept the world as it is.
Although I know the word compromise very well,
I distort the meaning of it and interprete as submission
and regard assent as a synonym of subordination
I wonder why my thought became twisted thus far
and that is why I feel miserable, and think myself not, though I am.
Categories:
assent, metaphor, philosophy, psychological,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The Publican and the Pharisee went for a walk after church
One wore pride and majesty, the other the marks of the birch
“I say, my man,” said the Pharisee, “will you tell if I come to the pub?”
“Nay, it makes no odds to me, and we do some cracking grub”
The Publican and the Pharisee quaffed back a couple of jars
And then another two, then three, for such is the way in bars
And as they drank their wine, an odd phenomenon occurred
The crown of hubris lost its shine, the marks of the birch became blurred
“I say, my man,” said the Pharisee, “I’m feeling a little *****”
The Publican chuckled, mischievously, “I reckon a short, and some beer”
The Pharisee, unused to drink, began to loose a screw
Became dishevelled, sweaty, pink, made a desperate run for the loo
Got locked in for a while, and had to crawl under the door
Got stuck, well hey, you have to smile, for half an hour or more
Was rescued by some rugby blokes, who loaned him some spare kit
And made up lots of witty jokes, about Pharisees covered in it
The Publican, sat at the bar, surveyed his sorry state
He wondered if he’d gone too far, in setting up his mate
“Just sit,” he said, “and listen well, for this I have to say
If I am surely bound for hell I’ll meet you on the way
You are no better, sir, than I, no better, and no worse
Your spiritual wealth is an arrogant lie, and your pride is a cardinal curse
I’m no angel, I confess, but hypocrisy, mate, I abhor
I reckon I should grovel less, and you just a little bit more”
The Pharisee gave a little nod, and hiccupped in assent
Muttered softly “Sorry God,” and got his coat and went
The Publican then rang the bell, poured out a short and sat
“Oh come on, God, you know the bloke, he really asked for that”
© Gail Foster 2016
Categories:
assent, bible, drink, gospel, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
While lying there ‘neath summer stars on blanket in the yard;
just you and I, the Moon and Mars, with Cygnus keeping guard.
I gaze into your eyes of green reflecting in the night
our destiny was not foreseen, this love of ours so right.
Your alabaster skin so fresh with honeysuckle scent;
the southern breeze caresses flesh as darkness gives consent.
Our tangled torsos in the dark, beneath the midnight sky,
and whispered nothings giving spark that leads to moans and sigh.
Your breath so soft upon my cheek, your touch upon my face;
makes certain my desires to seek, my heart begins to race.
With soft full breast pressed to my chest, the nighttime comes alive,
and in the dark desires expressed, our passions start to thrive.
Within our souls the fires awake, and seeking carnal thrill;
our hearts eclipse and bodies quake, as all of time stands still.
And in the afterglow of love, we lay there tired and spent;
while gazing at the sky above, we ponder love’s assent.
This summer sizzle that is ours and never to be barred
while lying there ‘neath summer stars on blanket in the yard.
Categories:
assent, love, lust, night, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh lord hear the lonesome cowboys lullaby, singing beneath
The vast prairie open sky.
Hush, do they not lull the restless cattle to sleep, by a soft
Undertones sweet melody.
Drifting plains men, singing of the sorrows broken hearted,
And dreaming visions of their beloved, they've left behind.
Guitar strumming minstrels, of the fire hearth, accented
By the lone harmonica, playing off in the distance
Amongst a sea of cows, and horses.
In harmonic rhythm is this grassroots orchestra, as the fiddler
Strikes up his bow to join in, and playing ever so gently along,
To harmony's rhythm.
On the rocky cliffs mixed in the sandy dunes, the heckling
Coyotes, give an eerie ambiance, to this old western chorus.
Do these desert whyly creatures, howl in perfections tune,
To the wrangler's musical beat, of these wide grassy expanses,
That they all call home.
The rattler shakes it's tail in defiance, against the munching
Prairie dog, whom got away at the last moment.
Listen closely to the sounds of the meadow-lands, does not the crickets,
And locusts, add a natural flavor by their clicking and chirping.
Near the rivers stream, as the winds do blow, along the waters edge,
Another elements assent, is bestowed by the forcing of the reeds, to
Bend hitting them against the hollow log, causing a thumping's,
Drumming, to this uniquest of bands.
As twilight's distant starlight, flickering in the vast
Blackness above, these rambling souls whom wander so.
Down these dusty trails long journey, yearn for nothing
More than to know the quite serenity, of their home
That seems so far away.
Let your music fill your emptiness, for one nights
Beautiful dream, and remember the memory as if it
Were real, a vivid vision of illusion, and rest
In complete bliss, good night my young
Cowboy of the open sky.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
assent, history, imagination, inspirational, international,
Form:
Free verse
Come back with me to twelve fifteen,
To Runnymede, a royal scene.
A water meadow by the Thames,
A site of world significance.
The royal assent to set men free
Enacted here for all to see.
King John had taxed his barons hard
To finance wars he couldn't win.
A reckoning was on the cards –
His barons now had snared their king,
To limit his powers was their aim
And free their lands; the church, the same.
Here was the Magna Carta, and although
Signed and sealed eight hundred years ago,
This famous charter is our legacy,
The fledgling roots of our democracy.
Categories:
assent, anniversary, history,
Form:
Couplet
HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of thine decree
tune thy hearts, minds, souls let agree,
sensed voiced symphonic guarantee.
BEHOLD, tis fortes air, breathes content,
weighed thy heartbeats, tempos augment
impressed moods, thy amour be sent
meant lovers twain souls gleam, assent
thy course treats fair, thy issue spent.
Serendipitous time errant,
thine art grand resolve thy arms bent,
caressing untouched hearts invent
distant tests and trials, relent
thine lips, intimate kiss advent.
FORSAKE thine naught our past mistakes,
indulgence sought hearts for our sakes,
soften tones merged spirits partakes,
resumed innate instinct awakes,
forming trust fusion overtakes.
Suffer our ascent, farther takes
gift deeply, frothed measure inflates
ardor ties revive, blissful fates
balanced fragile hearts insulates,
assured embraced love gravitates.
HAIL youthful thoughts in elder heads,
man tests, steads boy within, joy spreads,
astir thee dreamers from their beds,
recite poems of their misreads,
dawn assails starred twilights to shreds.
Unspool thy sunrise; rays shone threads
day, strings purpled veins thy night's steads,
pump life ballads, hymnal bloodsheds
squander blues, swapping sparkled reds,
gloom bides thy shift whilst clung gold treads.
VIEW love gifts thee thy lamps, soft coats
pure sought breeze, mild trace, handful floats,
tis thy time spreads trend, loom moon draws
waft breeding told claims, thy hour thaws,
cares borne thy primes spills yon be culled.
Crowns thy verse brushed lobes set are lulled,
rouge mouths favor Cupid's pierced aim,
Cherubs lyre naught burnt Rome, thou blame
flamed trails, lust swells lovers tender
tinged warmed hearts, goeth thee, their splendor.
Categories:
assent, beautiful, character, heart, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
The little creature knew the roads.
From town to town his Friend
Would seek a fitting gathering space
To focus on life’s end.
No burden he, and speaking much
To Someone Fatherly
Then speaking to assembled crowds
Pressed close that they might see.
And some would laugh with rude disdain
And some would nod assent
And some would cry out for relief
As Friend would urge “Repent”.
The creature tethered to one side
Heard thoughts rehearsed in mid-day’s ride
But now with pressing tears.
And folk came forward to the man
Imploring more of Jesus’ Plan.
Been like that now for years.
A horse would think a paddock green
A suiting place for rest
But paths of love, with Friend above
Had suited this horse best.
Categories:
assent, christian, courage, friend,
Form:
Pastoral