Best Backslide Poems
another somber rise of day through autumn's reign
where clouded thoughts backslide through eyes
while the anguish of my pain lies misted in the lash of october's skies
i watch as the breeze strips color from these trees
crimson drops aloft on the awry path, downward in spirals
like a child's mind trying to find assuage from life's affliction
through atrocious little lines carved upon shrouded flesh
in an auspicious attempt to find relief, momentarily unrestricted
sometimes i long to be like the leaves of autumn, spun golden
twirling in the allure of whispered breezes, adrift in the winds
carefree on the jaunt of life of these memories that taunt
other times, the appetency to be the tree is greater in depth,
to be bare, weightless and absolve the heaviness of life's burdens
as you cast them downward in wayward winds to their death
while your roots remain grounded, although twisted, still stand firm
sometimes i'd like to see the beauty in october through other's eyes
to glow in the dawn of my day, not shiver in its winded breath
beneath the grays of skies, where all i can see is impending death
in the season's foreshadow as the leaves slip like blood through hands
October 9, 2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Rain, snow, falling dew,
Washes away filthy souls...
When gone,sin reversed.
I walk a lonely path,
Running from his wrath.
But I'm not really running,
He has already found me it is clear,
I pray for my sins to disappear.
for his love to be near,
When I don't hear his voice I start to weep,
Then I feel his warming touch,
To my Faith I do clutch.
His forgiveness I crave,
I'm no longer feeling so brave.
Up mountains, I've clawed....
Resting on my shoulders....The Love Of God.
in the past found that
the mind's eye would
continuously backslide
between the rational
and the irrational
realms of thought
a tug-of-war
a back and forth
movement within
the land of emotional limbo
Of all the gin joints,
and pool halls,
on bar stools,
and in the shallows of oceans, the Siren calls.
It calls us men back.
If only men can bust that Jack!
Oh, for years you evaded all men like me,
and kept hidden in the darkest of corners.
But while drunk or flat busted you were the best friend of me,
while I groveled and trashed all that was the "bless-ed be."
If only then I busted you, Jack!
Yeah, Christ came and saved my soul and gave me a purpose for living.
But you, you damn bastard of Babylon!
You knew when to come and go; when to hide and show what's missing!
You damn demon with no name, telling lies, casting shame... and blaming.
But now I got you, Jack!
You are done, you miserable scum!
I got you by the tail and you're not welcomed back.
Squeel for me pig! I got your number, and I got your name.
You were sent from hell, and you have sent many to the rack.
But now I identified you, and I call you out, "Jack!"
With God by my side, and you in my sights,
I call you out Jack, the rat.
Brace yourself, you son of a fatherless whore... here comes a fight
I sing "Pirate over 40" no more!
I'm about to punch out your lights.
Are you ready, Freddy!? Here it comes; now it's time to say "good night!"
I simply turn... and walk away.
Goodbye, Jack... now I am living life... MY way!
by
Martin Braun
3/18/2020
Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
John 14:16 "And I will pray the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may abide with you forever" [spoken by Jesus Christ]
lapses in judgement
lost footing
slipped up
fell backwards
backslide downwards
strayed away from
path that had
been lead out
reverted within
became old version
of self momentarily
happens whenever
your around