Best Behemoths Poems
In those primitive times of long, long ago
when behemoths wandered the land
when mankind was wicked and ruthless and raw
and battles were ever at hand.
An unruly unrest reigned on the earth
and rebellion was wild and free
for God turned His back on the people he made
and regretted what they came to be.
On the blackest of nights, on the darkest of days
fallen angels were cast from the skies
then entering into the daughter's of men
a new race began from on high.
So the Nephilim roamed, those aliens of old
a people of lusts and desires
warriors all, great giants so tall
reigning with blood lust and fire.
A ruthless tribe, with dark hearts inside
in chaos, they spread misery and hate
but in due time, God's patience was tried
hence, the Great Flood would seal their fate.
In a humbler man, a new chapter began
for in Noah, God renewed all mankind
with a rainbow so bright, and a heavenly light
filled with hope and new promises to find.
Written on 1/10/2018
WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL
Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all?
Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles
crash the Titans (beetle) growing more than six inches.
Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish
extending at ten feet, tummy-filled with one
full swallow of a child... Horrible!
Godzilla in Japan's sea is the Nomora Jellyfish!
However, the tipped nightmare fuel
incorporeal spill is not at all hazardous.
Jamison Stone, an eleven year old boy,
killed almost, this wild giant hog of 1051 lbs.
Lizards like the giant Salamanders aren't cute at all--
measuring six feet long: the largest of their kind!
Nuisance to Australia's dangerous wildlife, cane toads,
originally are found in South and Central America!
Power and beauty
quiets all his challengers when Percheron
runs, runs fast in a horse race!
Savory staple is the spider Crab but warning!
Their claws can do some serious damage!
Under a tree, don't be shock of the flying fox:
vampires to sweet-juices of fruits in New Guinea...
Weighing over a ton, Trigger is the cow for truckload of macs!
Xenopos are Cameroon Goliath that can live up to fifteen years.
Yes, humans are tough but compared to these behemoths,
zings we have are just their toys!
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***Source:
http://www.viralnova.com/giant-animals/ and
http://diply.com/different-solutions/20-unbelievably-giant-animals/30768/4
***nightmare fuel - stingray; flying-fox - bat
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==6th place==
O. E. Guillermo
2:49pm, September 04, 2015
The dark side of the moon, like earth?
Carefully shadows will appear; surface.
Each new discovery’s like a baby’s birth.
Astronauts alight with mysteries to erase.
The dark side of the moon; negative space.
Its quarters and crescents mingle with stars.
Lovers still arm in arm; with a tighter embrace.
In love, one day, will be considered “over Mars.”
The dark side of the moon gives no cures; ills.
But you never know if the answer for cancer
Is in the crater’s depths or on the black hills.
One bright night will behemoths rescind; a blur?
The melody of delight
extricate themselves
from the practicality of life
You glisten, beam
with excitement
as days of reckoning
blindly pass through
ecstasy clouded by
persistent turmoils
surrounding perpetuity,
utilizing deliverance.
Daily drills bring pleasures
that linger throughout brilliance
as dazzling behemoths
try to replicate
serenity's musical escapades
that bounce around and
reluctantly espouse
sounds drifting into
minds exuberance.
From loftiness one becomes lowly
. and from lowliness one becomes lofty.
Consider the highest of the peaks;
. it has nothing but rocks and snow only.
Consider the lowest of the plains;
. it is filled with every kind of life.
Consider the biggest of the behemoths;
. the thoughts of its mind are all about
. food alone.
Consider the the smallest of the mammals;
. it can be shrewder than any creature.
Consider the tallest of the trees;
. it is the first thing that a lightning
. strikes.
Consider the shortest of the shrubs;
. no fiercest northern wind can uproot it.
Consider the heaviest of the clouds;
. it is the soonest water to fall.
Consider the slightest of the vapors;
. it shall continue its rise.
Consider the mature palm branch;
. it is brought down by its heaviness.
Consider the new and fresh leaf;
. its lightness lifts it up.
Consider the size of the elephant;
. by it, this animal would be the first
. a hunter notices.
Consider the smallness of the ant;
. with it, only a few is interested
. with it as a food.
Consider the fruits on the trees;
. most of them are useless when they fall.
Consider the crops on the ground;
. they are more useful where they are.
Still, consider the large watermelon;
. its stem cannot lift it up.
Then, consider the plum on its tree;
. its weight raises it high.
Consider the mass of the rock;
. it falls straightly to the ground.
Consider the lightness of the feather;
. it settles down gently.
And consider the top of earth;
. it is made up by mud and dirt.
Consider the bottom of the ground;
. gold and precious stones are found in it.
For the Great I AM has more grace
. for the humble than the proud;
. pay attention, you lofty ones,
. for there is wisdom in meekness!
*Image of Apple Pickeress by Pixabay
A Slice of Hope
An apple announces avarice appealing advice
before behemoths bite biblical bits by
connection, can causality creatively compromise chronology
distancing disastrous demonic development duly dissuade
eating Eden's elated enlightenment edibleness evermore?
2022 August 03
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 August 07
My shoulders are well oiled axles,
my fists are cannon balls
I am an uncompromised,
uninhibited,
and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness
I am a statue of fastholding,
chiseled down from black diamonds by the strong hand of craftsmanship
I am chaos's more stable second cousin,
and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and the prodigies
I am the lion's heart beat,
the war drum's sporadic syncopation
I am the wolf pack's collective sixth and seventh senses,
keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation
I will not sway to the breath of your voice
nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves
Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused intolerance,
behind which is a wall,
and behind that wall,
an army
I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once
should my name birth from your lips
I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you
ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour
I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution
But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into abysmal forgottenness
Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded bewilderment
May God be my strength as I destroy you
Eviscerate you
Annihilate you
I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence
is but a vague memory,
of a fleeting idea
in a dream
inside a dream
inside a coma.
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Gridiron gods
Pacing in emerald-floored coliseums
Waking wounded warriors
Painted on sacred Sunday mornings
Grizzled generals
Directing drives of galloping glory
Battering bastions of blitzkrieg behemoths
Crouched in jagged lanes of motoring backs
Electric crowds
Struck by flashes of dazzling receptions
Lightning bolts intercepted mid-sky
Abruptly grounded by crackling hits
Fourth quarter
Goal line knuckles and sacked ribs
Ruptured faces oozing pigskin sweat
As seconds scrape against the will of men
June, the month of Jupiter, aligned above Venus,
destined to collide by sight;
The space between the two behemoths, the
gas the light.
Jupiter above venus, in the night.
I am the evil beneath you, i am the good above you
The smoke you inhale and the alcohol you drink
For all i know my mental is a converging comet and the sloths blazing on themountain
signify a vision of the nothing.
I am the mirror of your reflection, without me you know not yourself but emptiness
I am the bed you rest on, without me you know not comfort
The food you devour
The women you fornicate for am the demon to your fate
the cancer to your brain and the aids to your blood
Infect your mind with sin and lay rest in oblique
Demented of your own drugs...sit in distress with the lavish shirt of aloha
i know, i know i will always know
The secret to your own death
For i am what you fear the most...
Yourself.
Imagine for a moment a house
With more doors than a house can own
And a field of golden wheat that is more than wheat
Where the green grass should be.
Within stands a tall arch raised higher than high
And leaning at an angle no arch can lean
And still remain merely an arch.
Beneath the arch lie the fragments
That once were knit together
In the guise of grand statues.
Marble behemoths that told the story
Of their Creator long past and faint.
Our Lady appears beneath the arch
That is more than an arch.
She sings a clear note
That is more than a note
And looks up to the sky
That is more than a sky
And is a shade of blue no sky
Has any business wearing.
The marble remains hear and obey.
The soundtrack rewinds itself.
The sands reverse their direction at once.
And all is right in the wheat field once more
As if Destruction himself
Were the real myth in this tale.
Crouched in a three-point stance
Coiled like a cobra, ready to strike
Knuckles white with clenched anticipation
Springing forward with a snap
Colliding with violent fury
A test of wills
A match of strength
Irresistable force meets immovable object
A clash of titans
A battle of behemoths
Play after play
Game after game
Season after season
Broken bones, shattered joints
Bumps, bruises, and blood
Sweat and tears
Heart and soul
All for the glory of the game
To batter through and reach the goal
To be the last warrior standing
When the final whistle blows
To be carried off the field of combat
Perched high on padded shoulders
By comrades who bled with you
Their hero.
rain. so cold. like small whips at my face swung by a man in a yellow coat too old and dirty to show sunlight anymore. waves attack the boat like a pack of wolves, darting, biting, gnawing, retreating, repeating. in the waves i see my reflection, a ghost, already drowned in that big blue leviathan. my body just floating in its depths, floating free and unchained. liberated from the deck beneath my feet, the comforting terrain of the beast we sail through these uncaring waters, the only thing to keep us from the depths below. the depths so deep no sunlight would go. depths so dark. so dark.
there are mountains down there, mountains and monsters and little rocks with little fish to call them homes. big rocks with big fish to call them little rocks. bigger fish to call the smaller big fish food, and monsters to call it all a playground, a training ground for the endless struggle of land and sea. the monsters will battle and kill and win and live to fight and kill to die and these wars between the krakens, the serpents, the behemoths and titans of the sea. they clash with such bloodlust and splendor that the blows carry to the surface and release tidal forces unseen.
diving. deeper and deeper, blue, purple, midnight black. soul crushing void surrounding, so open, so empty, so oppressing, so tight. i am flying, i see stars, i am a satellite through this expanse, my radar picks up nothing. blip. something. something close. blip blip. things. close things. curled in a ball i am an asteroid, hurling through this darkness, i want to escape. every direction is darker, there is no north, there is no up. there is no trail of soggy bread crumbs. there is no expanse. there is a chasm, the walls are close and cold. they cannot be seen, they cannot be felt. they just are. the longer i look out into that black the closer they get, and the smaller i make myself the smaller i must stay. if i stretch out a finger, an arm, a toe, i will collide with something, or something will collide with me. i will be sent off course, careening into the walls of this underwater canyon, forever bouncing from sharp stone to sharp stone, ever falling downwards. or upwards? there is no bottom. i do not know which way bottom is, there is no top. there is nowhere that i came from, there is nowhere that i go. i am just hurling through black, and the black is crushing.
There is talk of peace..Yet Much conflict goes on' where are the drainstream media.? When such bad things in islam are
Going on.' Is there only one prisim? Through which the world can be viewed..I answer no.' As the false dawn of the
Insitu; behemoths is cut away.' a sad fractured reality
Comes now into our view.'
Little elephant guy Ganesh
Facing out up on my dash
The traffic cars seem to part
And speed me on my way
And as the miles roll away
I notice he has turned
now he's facing me
On this endless highway
As I come up on the backs of trucks
Elephants of the highway road
Under his carved watchful eye
The truth begins to unfold
Behemoths keep their pace
Much too slow for me
No room for the passing
What will this strain avail?
So I let his presence guide me
This figure serves to remind me
And the blockages he removes
Are the ones inside me