Best Betrayers Poems
I thought I knew what love was, when my heart took to flight like a bird,
I get a feeling I am drowning, in every passionate word.
As I lay there all tranquil and calm, unable to resist,
My eyes betray me and stay closed, my lips, gently kissed.
Her warm breath caresses my chest, like loves music to the ears,
She manages to remove my pain, she quenches realities fears.
I see, I feel, I hear all the above
As the betrayers open to reveal my wife; my love.
Stone Mountain should die today.
Tomorrow would be fine.
But that raft of traitors eulogized, defaced
Would remedy an abuse of time.
The betrayers that love it still
Are awash from the American current.
The tattoo of turncoats on that hill
Long abuse our country's spirit.
Stone Mountain must die fast and sound
By dynamite, acid, or hammer.
That sad rock knows its whole bestrewn
Will solve shame to God that raised it.
It was granite first, bigoted statement second
An emblem of lawless, unresolved Reconstruction.
The stone cries out: Fuel the worst in men?
Release me now, come fast my full destruction.
Blood, sweat, tears, sorrows and my soul spray from
my heart onto the canvas of my life. Pulling me down,
baptizing me in quicksand, suffocating, demoralizing,
draining my energy, disconnecting me from any hopes of
happiness. Years are fleeting, wounds still bleading from
the betrayers, the losses, the injuries, the illness, pain
that I have know.
Lonliness my constant companion sucking the life out of me.
I am too tired to fight anymore, I yield letting the vortex pin
me to the bottom where this journey will come to an end.
My words have no meaning, my mind is empty, I haven't made
a difference, no works, no victories. I am nothing, dust in the
wind, an echo, a song never heard, the canvas is black, no
color, no symmetry, nothing for the eye to see. I am nebulous,
a dream that never was, a truth never spoken, a question
never posed.
Nothing matters anymore
Don’t care what life has in store
On love I’ve gone and closed the door
No, nothing matters anymore
I’m lying here alone in bed
With storms raging inside my head
It feels like I’m already dead….
Nothing matters anymore
Don’t care about the world outside
I just need a place to hide
From betrayers who have lied…
Nothing matters anymore
Just want to be left alone
Want to turn my heart to stone
I hate myself, for I should have known
Nothing matters anymore
I’ve got no more strength in me
To be what you want me to be
All around heartache I see
Nothing matters anymore
I want to let life go on by
Can’t explain the reasons why
But right now I am close to die
Nothing matters anymore
Nothing matters anymore
Just walk out of that door
Please, trouble me no more
Nothing…nothing matters anymore.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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....“But Solomon built Him a house. However, the Most High does not
Dwell in temples made with hands, as the prophet says: `Heaven Is
My throne, and earth is My footstool. What house will you build for Me?
Says the Lord, or what is the place of My rest? Has My hand not made
All these things?` You stiff necked and uncircumcised in heart and ears!
You always resist the Holy Spirit: as your fathers did, so do you.
Which of the prophets did your fathers not persecute? And they killed
Those who foretold the coming of the Just One, of whom you now have
Become the betrayers and murderers, who have received the law
By the direction of angels and have not kept it.`
When they heard these things they were cut to the heart, and they
Gnashed at him with teeth. But he, being full of the Holy Spirit ~
Gazed into heaven and saw The Glory of God, and Jesus standing....
At the right hand of God, and said, `Look! I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man
Standing at the right hand of God!` Then they cried out with a loud
Voice, stopped their ears, ran at him, with one accord; and they
Cast him out of the city and stoned him. And the witnesses laid down
Their clothes at the feet of a young man named Saul. And they stoned
Stephen as he was calling on God and saying
`Lord Jesus, receive my Spirit.` ~
Then he knelt down and cried out with a loud voice, `Lord, do not
Charge them with this sin.` And when he had said this, he fell asleep.”
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....“The Book of Acts, Chapter 7.” *
Sending Love to My Papa
Underneath his multiple dark layers,
He was desperately seeking the light.
Wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing his betrayers,
Kinsman who disregarded his cruel plight.
Memories of guilt, loneliness, and shame,
Ruined and fragmented his tortured soul.
Years of misdeeds and their utter disdain,
He spiraled down an abysmal hellhole.
Tragic mother’s attempt at suicide.
Philandering father bedding hussies.
Abandoned precious children mortified.
Devastating hearts of blameless babies.
Ignored was the beauty of innocence,
Unearthed by kind love and strong resilience.
Forever the square peg
seeking entry into the round hole,
the smart kid pushing
when the sign says “Pull”.
wandering in the midst
of the hurried,
a dreamer adrift among
those who think themselves awake.
Viewing through the unfiltering eye
of betrayal, the betrayers,
spiritual “Madoffs”
pontificating Ponzi schemes,
promising fulfillment -
for themselves.
Square pegs do not “roll”
through life, varying
speed to meet conditions
they are more suited
to building, stability,
strength, stoicism.
They often appear lost,
disconnected from, apart
and yet “a part of”,
yet somehow lost
in the “wall-less” box
of the seeking mime,
captured in the swirling
eddy of the twisting flow,
contentedly discontent
purveyors of optional
disillusionments. Lost
in the mediocrity of
the moment, lingering
in the rippling foam
of a receding tide.
Wandering Frost’s
“road less traveled”
rejoicing in the touch
of a snowflake, the joy
of a sunflower, the edginess
of a square peg
forever lost.
John G. Lawless
2/5/2016
If our problems
The passing clouds
Ahem... When will they pass?
Can anyone just say aloud?
If the failures
stepping stones to success
Hmmm... Still how many stones do I need
To reach that dreamy crest
If betrayal
makes you stronger than ever
Will those loyal betrayers
Feel the guilt forever
If motivation alone
Brings you the verve to drive
Would not the speakers and writers
have plunged into the laurel river
If karma
The boomerang
Will it swirl fast like a wind
Or will it go back to pavilion
[AFTER ALL THE INNOCENT RAPE VICTIMS.]
Ah! Cruel orchards!
Humiliates, tortures!
Until the angel comes
Beneath the abode of stars;
From the heavens mass
Revealing downwards!
Ah! Fortune on Evildoers!
Deserters,
The lusty deceivers.
Cruel dwellers
Of the cruel orchards!
Of brutal colors.
Ah! Vanish their fears!
O victimised onlookers;
Zombies! Soulless cowards!
Chained wanderers
Destroyers,
Of serene orchards!
Ah! Lonely walkers!
Egregious hunters,
Solitary Deciders
Of humanity the losers!
Good pretenders
They're Satan's worshipers!
Ah! Mental Prisoners,
Of love, home.Lethal killers
Of young flowers
Of peace seekers
Of daughters;
Of the innocent fathers!
Ah! Selfish founders
Of cruel orchards;
The hybrid murderers!
What harsh dividers
Of a human cottager's;
Love and utmost cares!
Ah! They helpless flowers
Of innocent villagers!
Tranquil believers;
Of those the betrayers.
Of false impressers.
Of the world unchivalrous!
Ah! Foreshadowed barriers
In cruel orchards,
Careful advices from gardeners
Of wild bears.
Never of those merciless evildoers
The filthy torturers!
Ah! Today I saw lamenters
Miserable mourners
Around the orchards
Of dry-soaked flowers
With caskets all fathers
Putting young flowers on those graveyards!
We are children of the central sun,
secular seclusiveness becoming none…
Fallen angels in a spiritual spun,
pious partitions of a secretive stun.
Sceptical segregational spores,
seductresses serving as hellion whores…
Innocence infuses pathosis pores,
derelict distemper the syndrome soars.
Evil evoking while delusions dispensing,
forlornness fields fixing finite fencing…
We awaken within solitudes sensing,
freedoms cascading and condensing.
Religions regulate the lesser creeds,
the lamb lies within withered weeds…
Inscrutable imperfections satanic seeds,
diabolical deceptions of demon deeds.
Beware the seditious semisynthetic slayers,
children of the sun banish their betrayers…
Only love levitates the lamenting layers,
upon our hearts amidst pensive prayers.
800,000 children go missing every year in the United States...
50,000 in Canada and many more thousands around the World...
Where is the "Fake News" for that?
April.11.2020
Children of a Lesser God
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
N/A for Contest
Joan Of Arc
I loved my country, my brethren more dearer
Saved my country from onslaughter of the wicked
In the deadliest of nights by forewarnings of gods
The gaping elders blessed their valorous commander
The enemies dwarfed by a power more gigantic.
The mutual protection of my divine guardians and I
For a country that nurtured and nourished peace
Harmony of my kingdom above all to be protected
Thwarted we with vengeance the trespassers
Lured to our throne and drooling for crown.
Thundering aliens brainwashed the pristine
Dragged and whipped me in a celebratory cry
Froze I on the stake as Jesus on the cross
Tall flames to purification as I reached salvation
Patriots decried while betrayers quipped damnation.
No regrets no disdain, I loved my country true
I no sorceress, I know no witchcraft, nor an angel I
Endeavoured on a path whispered by heavens
Mary heard His message, so did I
One the Blessed, One the Cursed!
September 18, 2015
Contest: Joan Of Arc
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
He makes his own decision
For himself
And also for the rest of the people
Once it's made
No freedom of choice
No compromise
Though he isn't the messenger of God
But he pretends to be one
He wears a super mask
He is actually the devil
A devil lives in his heart
What's impossible can be possible
What's possible can be impossible
He's the law
He creates confusion and chaos
His betrayers will be punished
But I'm sure
He himself will be punished by God
If not by man himself
It shouldn't have taken as long as this
How could we even miss?
Committing many sins
Evil never wins
It was up to us to put evil out to sea
And
Leave it where it needs to be
It has brought a renewed sense of pride in America
And
A celebration was overdue, even for Justice
Remaining vigilant should be our goal
For many lives he stole
Though,evil will always be in the world
In our time of great need
Its up to us to be in the lead
And
To prevent others greed
We are the worlds greatest country,you know
And
It needs to remain so
If ever there is a time of tragedy
We need to keep our sanity
Even
To be weary of betrayers
I sadly do not trust
Even
If they act as a friend to us
I am in no way superstitious
No matter what history teaches us
Jealousy
Envy
Of all, we want to be
Thats what it seems to me
How easy it is to see
God bless the U.S.A,
Is all I have to say
For,
I love her in every way
They denude our glory
Like bananas without peels.
They traded our holds
To hungry hawking men.
Kicked away our pride
Like the FIFA ball.
Threw away our honor
Like heavy discus disk.
Scattered all our pillars.
Hammered down our fence.
They rob us of our human rights
Before our opened eyes.
Murdered our morals.
Darkened our dreams.
Suffer poor and innocent.
Blood letting behind curtains.
They praise themselves
All day and night.
They hail themselves
As hero men.
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#looters, #riggers, #terrorists,
#betrayers, #liars etc...
Its time for celebration, Fun n frolic all around,
Everywhere is merry time;
Red, green white color of season.
Its jingling bells, beautiful trees.
Tis Christmas!!!
Snow all round, All happy &gay
Tall trees, decorated with bells, stars, good luck charm et all;
Misltoes hanging, stockings filled.
Yo Ho.....Santa's coming!!!!
May be wishes coming true.
Happiness all around
Ask a wish & its fulfilled.
But whats the use..??
All like this day except one.
Even that person used to love this day .. but now not more.
Earlier used to wait to arrive
would be double celebration, Christmas & B'day
On that day lamp lights were burned around midnight,
Chatting, thanking, praying, seeking blessings from near & dear ones,
Those were the happiest yester years of that person's life.
Now no dislike it.
As usual awaiting for the big day, but
Major let down came from close people,
Quarrels, argument happened.
And many more...
Though it wasn't that persons fault.
Most awaited day was a worse day mare.
Immensely hurt-but only that person.
Made a firm decision-not celebrating with near-dear ones.
May be only few friends-true few ones.
Even foes seems to be better now,
Loved ones seems distant to me.
Indeed that person distanced own self from them
Distancing away was not what was wanted,
But circumstances were proving that.
Better to be loner than among with betrayers & cheaters
U will feel that person must be wrong somewhere,
Without a doubt for once person is right.
Now don't have any regrets,
No sorrow.nothing
Just happy being alone.
No awaiting for next X'mas...
With a ray of hope.