Best Besiege Poems
Though thunderous noises besiege me
And menacing flames threaten my being
I will gaze upon wondrous works of creation
And trust that I should not fear
Amidst potent floods, I will stand
Anxiety may hang thick as clouds above me
And though I trod through dark, murky waters
My feet, by God's grace, planted well
For who keeps the ocean tucked in its bed?
Who bids the caterpillar, sleep and sprout wings?
If He cares so much for these creations
There is no doubt, He cares for me!
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The sudden fear of my husband's massive heart attack
doing everything I can to counteract
just within reach crying I screech
I'm by his bed in intensive care wanting to reach in
and stroke away his fears
just within reach nothing works for my speech
Wanting to massage his heart but the doctors
only let me stand by and watch
just within reach his heart moves and stretch
The shock of the paddle upon his soul
even outside I long to enfold
just within reach my hands out stretched
His spirit I can't let go even if I see a heavenly glow
I beg it to flow back to his body until old age we both outgrow
just within reach a bet with God I wage
His body so weak he's barely holding on
but he hears my soft voice and a vision of my face
just within reach he touches my hand and besiege
To my husband who is with me today
nothing is out of reach if you have strength and pray.
T Reams
No words can blunt the pain of a broken heart
Though dulcet melodies may soothe it for a while
Much more than tears dost thou impart
With time once more to see your golden smile
How then can thee revive thy broken dreams
Doth sorrow's weight besiege thy soul?
Lo, the weight is lighter than it seems
With time the silver lining gleams
But who can mend a broken soul?
What unseen force can repair the inner core
He who dwells on high can make you whole
Like stars, your light will shine once more
And when the silence is broken by thy thoughts
Your spirit will rise above the dreams you sought
Once the crimson eastern sky lost
That was the morning guiding star.
Lilac hobbit, Kismet Gem plains, and frost.
Cyan sea-painted eyes to rainbows dare.
Revived ecstasy and increased optimism
Sighing for you, my wingless moon vibe.
The breath of trees and bushes alike a prism,
sweeps away the glistening dew of the tribe.
Nature as whole bows before her might.
Alas, it brings harmony to the polar seasons.
Even when love fades, this rib cage lights.
Glowing alike rain all for the right reasons.
Cephalic rooms nourish hope tame sobbing.
and heals by humming the placid air.
Pastel lilac buds grow with ivory twigs trembling.
to sustain poise via a window-peeking stare.
Ductility, time, and youth view shadows pass.
Broken love's cocoon awakens at the prime dawn.
and stroll through woods, leaping over cut grass.
Pain larvae were spinning on the moon lawn.
Despite the song's silence... to bless this ritual.
Your heart begins to beat as the thorns bough.
Your soul prevails over the most spiritual.
I couldn't stop the peasant behind a plow.
Have a snout and wings alike a winged liege.
Awakened cosmic butterfly, a myth I love.
Aglow is an allusive, alluring antidote to besiege.
Awaken to the bliss of silence from above.
Bumblebees mood, pollinating in the haze,
wildflower with a fading lavender cloud
By night, savor the moon and the stars gaze.
As you float over the woods, learn to be proud.
Written: February 28, 2023
Castle In The Sand
Waves besiege the shore
As crashing long lost lovers--
Lonely lions roar--
Salty cling of sultry air
Glistens as sunlight weakens...
Latte-coloured sand
Reveals waving fiddler crab
The male--his Huge hand--
Tempting females to his lair,
His deep castle in the sand.
~by deborah burch©
5/14/2012
*Note: the fiddler crab
they mate every two weeks...the male stands outside his two-foot deep elaborate burrow in the sand (castle) and waves his very enlarged claw enticing all females who pass by...when one shows interest, she stops for a second or two...stares at him...and he goes in to his castle, comes out and repeats this a few times until she makes up her mind....lol...once he has convinced a female, he seals the door to his castle, and there they stay...well, for a while...lol...db
Why do you come now?
Why do you besiege me
with your fowl unholy presents?
You are the Prince of Darkness,
the keeper of tormented souls,
you are Satan himself are you not?
Oh call me what you wish!
History has seen fit to adorn me
with many provocative names
and I detest each one of them.
For they perpetuate the myth
that every bit of the world's evil
springs directly from my loins.
Why do you come now?
Why do you torment me?.
I have been a great man of God.
I spread his word with relentless zeal
wielding the sword of righteousness
toward all I deemed evil and wicked.
Why I have come to take you home.
You have been a fantastic disciple.
Few have served our cause better.
You have made the worst sins
tolerable to the great masses.
Cloaking evil under Godly robes
was a masterful work of genius.
No! No! This cannot be?
God has spoken through me.
I have been his earthly conduit.
I am one of God's chosen people.
I devoutly followed his teachings
and actively preached his word.
You perverted God's so called revealed word
into a twisted rendition of your own creation.
You stoked the fears of the ignorant into a inferno
and reaped all you could from the true believers.
You have spawned a most delicious type of hatred.
One that will continue to bear fruit for years to come.
Evil has many faces, but none more hideously vile
than those who hide behind the curtain of religion.
To Love Not
Hateful thoughts fulfilled
Breathing with the sea
Watching lovers loving
Wishing it was me
What has become
This person
So proud So kind
Loving to love
Doing things right
Rising above
Now just hateful thoughts fulfilled
Breathing with the sea
It's these
Stalking red shadows
Piercing black holes
Feeling this war taking my soul
Wanting to die
But willing to live
Provoking my enemy
To laugh is to give
Wanting this wave
Wanting it over
Give me "The End"
Death be my lover
The more powerful this wave
The more it intimidates my drive
Like fire burning fire
"Fire" out loud I cry
I will always be alive
So fierce Such force
All cracked up
Below the pendulum
Of my splintered spine
Now just hateful thoughts fulfilled
Breathing with the sea
These stalking red shadows
And pierce these black holes
Hatred for lovers
And hate builds my soul
I just want to die
I don't want to live
Provoking my enemy
To laugh is to give
Death come besiege me
Please set my soul free
It's death now inside me
Soon gone I will be
So stare and stare
And stare at them all
It's me that I hate
So it's me that must
Fall..
They found each other when time changed course
unhindered, at destinations that had never known routes
drawn by the call of their karma, they dance blind,
the saga of two universes, and their thirst for one another
songs get rewritten in the brilliance of their mystery
worlds left behind helpless, from earlier times
ruthless in their hunger, they are destin to bury
old promises and hopes, disappearing from forgotten futures...
They had known each other through Time's fatal force
undaunted by the wreckage of starved stars,
magnetized by the miracle of electric love ore,
a Master and a Mistress of cosmic kiss, serving one another
appetites of ancient arousal flourished between their flames,
cravings becoming concepts of breath with logic lost to instinct,
living commandments of creation, lightening and comets at their command,
shadows and sands besiege many plans, yet their universe withstands -
A Collaboration From The Quills of Bindu & Justin
From light to dark, I am filled with delusion
Of memories unknown, of emotional strain
Like a hermit to words in moments dismembered
When time became a riddle, a crazed labyrinth
That each flashback becomes a nightmare
Documenting nothing , not even a whimper.
A quiet wail rattles of stories, from where?
Her web of remembrance, disarranged,
Embalming vignettes from thoughts fading fast
When tremors besiege, yet I suppress the angst;
Till I ask, ‘Woman of fog, scream my name,’
Before fiction becomes a chained reality.
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11/21/2015
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The Lord is my light and salvation. Whom shall I fear?
He is my protector and friend.
And is always near!
He’s the stronghold of my life... Whom shall I be afraid!
He is clothed with righteousness.
His majesty is displayed!
Though evil men advance, and my enemies attack me…
They will stumble and fall!
For the Lord is with me!
Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear!
The Lord will fight for me,
and they shall disappear!
In the day of trouble, the Lord will keep me safe!
He will hide and put me on a solid resting place!
At his tabernacle, will I sacrifice shouts of joy!
Singing and making music to the Lord, I shall enjoy!
I am confident in the Lord’s goodness,
in the land of the living!
I will enter his gates with praise
and a heart of thanksgiving!
I shall wait for the Lord, be strong and take heart!
Being in his presence,
is a good place to start!
You, my Lord bring goodness
and life to my soul!
I shall sing of your love and mercy,
wherever I go!
By Jim Pemberton 07/14/13
Read Psalm ch. 27
I saw several plastic bags caught
upon driftwood, swaying atop the ocean.
A beer can or five lay scattered nearby
soon to be taken and kept by the tide.
I placed all trash in the bag I gripped,
holding other cans, plastics, bags for chips.
I could not fathom who would do this
and stilled my sad-mad trembling lips.
We cannot seem to fight corporate greed,
but must people also cause land to bleed?
Littering breaks my entire heart
within the spiritual eternal part.
There resides my unique “I am”;
a force that radiates a breaking spark,
that hurts and longs to understand.
What lays the ways of any living man
who nonchalantly murders earth-land?
All tangibles the careless now own
came from something nature grown.
I know this is a truth widely known.
The earth has a true heartbeat –
a pulse littering may yet defeat.
The oceans, forests and even the streets,
see me picking up trash in a sad repeat.
Despite my raw anger, I often weep.
I know God lovingly created planet art
because when I move the ‘h’ in earth
it conveys we reside in His very heart.
Do not, I pray and besiege this day,
kill His artistry with garbage this way.
Along the primeval forest of mine emotions
Arouse the dancing colors of sensations
Thick, full of vigor-yes it is
Nourished within the drastic mist.
Commencing its way from nowhere stage
Until the fullness it doth besiege
Bizarre sentiment within its might
Engulfed my being with its heights.
And in the lustrous moment of time
Sung the emotion's melodious chime
Chains of laughter's beneath the sun
Spread its vastness throughout the land.
As the golden time rolled by
Emotions do rise unto the Zenith
Depicting its embers that don't die
Flaming passions in heart beneath.
The gestures it does were full of arts
Portrayed deeply by the loving heart
Until the day it lost its way
To the wounded heart where I cant say.
Wishing this feeling will have its death
Flip pages- thou art a myth.
?Let nothing besiege your lame love
Nothing of that sort that's perennial and abiding
That is sure and true and sweet
Like the passion of our archetype martyrs of love
Let nothing serve you as an anchor for your putrid ambience
Obsequieses and ballads and dirges sung by the devil's choir
Are your portion of a serenade of chivalry
Love the one without love and die so
So come from the ascendance of the glorious cosmos
And rub thy foulness with the greed of lucifer
For it is befitting for your souls to love the way love is bought
Not the way love is worth
Holy Cow!
How? Now? Holy cow!
Tell me. How sacred art thou?
Do the gods dwell in you?
Or have they all said adieu?
Angel wings might bring prestige.
But money does upon greed besiege.
In India cows walk the streets.
While slaughterhouses harvest meats.
Have vegetarians lost their way?
Do they eat beef every day?
“Eat-Steak” restaurants here and there –
People chow down with great flare.
Tell me. Has your halo slipped?
What is in your cream thats whipped?
In big tanks your white is shipped.
Injected hormones, tainted milk.
Cold, refreshing extract sipped.
Dairy productions the billions bilk.
Worship God and not the cow!
Come and eat your great steak now.
That, which was holy long ago,
Has now brought about the chickens motto.
“Come an get your hunger relief.
Do not eat chicken, eat yummy beef!”
© September 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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A Quote By: Drama Queen Workshops
Karma even when you're not aware, it is present,
active, and responding precisely, always...
We live in bondage caused by our past views and pink colored lenses
alienated from altruism by deep chasms erected by ourselves,
immersed in a fake security world infiltrated by illusionary truths,
we succumb to fear and doubt, allowing them to besiege us;
Sentient Beings that we are we distort world views in order to
accommodate our own comfort zone...
Unraveling our deep rooted narrowness is a good thing,
if we are to transform, we need to be able to see our own reflection
and realize that in the eyes of Pre-judgment we are nil...
When faced with life's fast moving water wheel old spokes of wood and steel,
do not outlive the water pressures of this era;
We must leave behind old belief systems
like prejudice, intolerance, gender bias, racism, and past conditioning,
if we are to embrace the moment to moment of life's experiences.
Only by replacing judgement with clear vision,
can we become new Adams and Eves, and eat from the tree of life once more.
Only then, can we be part of a re-configured Universe.
A perfect mirrored reflection of our true selves must emerge
if we are to encompass all that surrounds us, and our hemispheres.
June 26, 2021