Best Breach Poems
We seem separate, sadly so
Culture's children of East and West
A horrid hole lurks humankind
Traipse through time to stand up straight
History's tears tell the true tale
Finding freedom from irksome isms
Inner inklings shine to the stars
Will wise hearts always pay the price
Wrought with woe, wars waged unwon
Face race, our original sin
Seeking healthcare for everyone
Reset concepts for world order
Find ways to treat our foes as friends
Cross grand gorges, greet the other
A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!
Thou shalt have no other gods
Atheists abandon God
Let there be no other idols
We worship at the altar of Mammon.
No taking the name of the Lord in vain
Christ,can you believe it?
Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath day
What other time is there for shopping?
Honour thy father and mother.
What else are nursing homes for?
Thou shalt not kill.
Let us exclude abortion and euthanasia.
Thou shalt not commit adultery
Fornication now comes in many sophisticated forms.
Thou shalt not steal
Bankers' bonuses by another name
Thou shalt not bear false witness
Just don't get caught
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's goods
How else can we keep up with the Joneses?
Build up thy WALL,
repairer of the breach.
The enemy of thy soul is searching,
a gap within reach.
Watchmen upon the tower,
sound the call.
Keep your CITY from burning,
lest your city fall.
Enter through the old GATE,
the Lord's day is close at hand.
Guard your heart and mind from malice,
become a mighty warrior, make your stand.
O America the beautiful,
cornerstone strong.
A HOUSE made of straw,
will soon implode and fall.
“Tis pain not concern, life in earth hath become off as vague scorn.
The poison of asp drips ahead of her tongue…her honeycomb hath dried…
Life sourest as wine gone wild of natural fermenting,
wrong of love she chose extreme delusion ere her love of truth.
Loose the yoke, chaotic, psychosis, strife let life's people renew.”
Around this precious pulse
there is a moat
It has a raised drawbridge
of desires denied —
Wouldn’t emotions,
they be crave carved from the
mahogany variety
Splintered thoughts lowers with romantic apprehension,
verily very slowly
Rampart words, passion unspoken
Telltale sigh sign, mood vulnerable ...
body language says
this breastplate castle can now be breached
An inner curtain wall of solitary allure
leads to the Keep
Buried in grief from past hurts,
these formaldehyde feelings die daily
Sitting on a jilted throne of loneliness;
virgin vows of untouched love,
believed to be out of reach,
is now irrevocably breached
The iron gatehouse of solitude,
with courting siege,
is reluctantly being moved
And the battlement beneath the watchtower
is tear-blasted with tactile longing
Amorous arrows which pierce the soul,
vanquish the spirit afraid of belonging
to a worthy someone else
Or could it be an unworthy sense of self?
Fanciful oriel motives stay hidden
behind the bretèche parapet
Portcullis instincts run counter-intuitive to the
innocent tunnel of dream secrets beneath
Emerging outside the stony walls of isolated comfort,
into the wilderness of time
these pulmonary impulses flee
For the bosom castle of chastity has been breached
The faithful systolic sentinels of hope
couldn't safeguard the castle from diastolic defeat
Looking back at the silhouette figure
in the balistraria,
I oasis see
the other half of me
Smiling with conquering ease
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I am bare; entropy skinned to misery.
I do not see the point of death,
If death is never consciously met.
And when instead
We revert to less than an abstract glint;
A pregnant thought that was never dreamt.
And when our flesh returns to earth,
As residual of insentient rebirth.
The unborn know death when there is nothing to know.
The voice inside still digs out to grow
For perspective as seen from infinity below,
With all this eternity and nowhere to go.
Once more into the breach, my friend,
Will you stand with me?
We've fought this fight a thousand times,
Our bones are getting old;
But no one's seen the evil we've seen,
And the day is turning cold.
So once more into the breach, my friend,
Please won't you stand with me?
We alone can stem the dark's foul rise
And claim light's victory.
Your back is stiff, and so is mine,
Our youthful strength is lost.
Those behind are in the spring of life,
Those ahead in winter's frost.
Come once more into the breach, my friend,
I beg you stand with me.
For we alone can stem the dark's foul rise,
And claim light's victory.
The night will threaten life and limb,
Our families and our homes.
Someone must stand up and fight,
And if I must, I'll stand alone.
Once more into the breach, my friend,
Will you stand with me?
We alone can stem the dark's foul rise,
And claim light's victory.
Blasphemous beastly betrayal braced brutal barren babble. Bruising baleful backbites
become branding breach.
In order to repair the breach we must finally concede
that there's a disconnection from God that we must address by deed
for as naked as Adam and Eve were when they tried to hide from their sins
we need to take a long hard look inside ourselves once again
In the sight of God we're all covered with sin like dirt on clothes
we need to reposition ourselves so of our lives God can take control
we must be brutally honest and look within our own hearts
before we can attempt to judge others on ourselves we need to start
by the way we talk, our spiritual walk and the way that we behave
as none of us are sinless let's be more united in order to be saved
put the pettiness aside, throw out the trash, the personal baggage and issues
those titles, the positions, the ranks
and prejudices that have us divided and confused
In order to repair the breach we must do a true self examination
remove the weight of sin from our hearts to be cleansed for spiritual preparation
to spend less time on those things that are not of God
to spend more time reading His Word and then taking It to heart
no longer to feel disconnected in our relationship with Jesus Christ
removing the plank from our own eyes in order to see the true joy in life
the joy of the Lord that gives us the comfort and the strength
that unlimited power supply that will go the entire distance
we must stop being so self-centered and to God open our minds
by disarming the enemy's influence and embracing God's Kind
to be there for each other more than superficially
to care and love one another more authentically
to recognize that Jezebel spirit so consumed with power and material wealth
to reveal and then rebuke it so we can retain our spiritual health
God desires to take us to a place of victory
we just need to stop being our own worst enemy
In order to repair the breach, the joy must be restored
that spiritual contentment that the Holy Spirit affords
so rediscover and reconnect to your Savior Jesus Christ
reestablish your commitment and the covenant of speaking life
forget about the trials and tribulations that God said He'd take care of
trust in Him to provide and then bask in His unconditional love
to have true gladness and the grace of God now within your reach
your connection with God has restored the joy and thus repaired the breach
The breach of the men and the boys.
The ladies despair of such joys.
What flies off their tongue.
The phlegm, it is flung.
Both spit with an “ach” sort of noise.
3/1/2022
A New Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
HMS 88558
we entered thee over crowded
chanook lined with duffle bags
and dusty jump boots I catered
to the rear windows focusing only
on the clearing the empty runway
invited solitude while the hearing
began in mid air returning to stateside
offered an abrupt glimpse of incoming
land while waving at the daunting sea
my heart beat drowned the sound
of unwanted chatter clinging solely
to the solid formation sweat covered
my neck my hands dripping wet as I realized
this was an unauthorized briefing
morbidly performed an yet galently
removed beyond such tyranny I'd discovered
espionage and treason apon the joining
of hands solemnly while prayers were covered
as we approached newness throughout
tangible lessons abroad
Fired for mistakes I had not made,
the blame was like a razor blade.
Friction so strong, I felt afraid
until I prayed, until I prayed.
Fear held me tighter than a rope,
Facing my foe, I did not grope.
My work withstood the microscope.
Prayer gave me hope; prayer gave me hope.
Lesson learned, my new hope depends
not on my skills, nor "so-called" friends,
nor luck. No, my faith recommends
God's dividends; God's dividends.
monotetra written February 11, 2017
for Brenda's contest on Lessons in life learned
I know that this was an adventure and a half,
But sometimes I just wanna sit back and laugh.
You went way out on a limb and you took a shot,
But every day I see you give it all you've got.
Taking a chance like this was a lotta bit bold,
But with a great staff like yours, you've got me sold.
So, here's to you and Sandra for taking a chance
And sailing ahead without a second glance.
Your ship will keep moving with the wind in your sails.
With you at the helm, there's no way you'll fail.
Trauma
Drama
Pain....
another page in a chapter
In a book that rewrites itself
I should learn to leave that book
upon the shelf
Or maybe I should burn it
And keep myself warm next to the fire
She said she loved me—
This love that took me higher
I said it and I meant it
I put my heart upon a wire
Lifted up by that feeling
Yet she proved to be a liar
So in turn
I should put my heart upon that pyre
Because it burns either way
Here one day
But saying she’s leaving on the next
I guess this is something
I should come to expect
Love is always behind me
Like the summer sun burning upon my neck
I guess all I ever know
Are the words to sad songs
Lift me up
Drop me down
There’s never any right
within these wrongs
But yet she’s so twisted up
In a place that she isn’t familiar with
That the feelings boiling inside her
Make it hard for her to live
And I can see clearly that it’s hard
For her to give
But I understand what she can’t see
So it’s hard for me to forgive
I did it to myself I guess
I should of known better all along
Love will always be my battlefield
And pain my marching song