Best Brimstone Poems
Goodbye, *****Erectus!
Talking monkey with the rainforest tan
Bent knuckles scarred ...
low brow crouching,
and arched eyes wondering —
Looking at the bright yellow rock
dusk paper moon burning
Green banana hope
is swelter swagger of nuclear dawn man
Bad buy, *****Sapien!
Curious chimpanzee, ever tool tinkering
Tick-tock pages
of the Jungle Book clock
is mandrill turning
Loves the evol jokes
that a-peel knock knock
Dollar sign rope
has the greedy ape treehouse a-swinging
Every Donkey Kong thing
has a deposed king Bonzo canopy end
Bray for peace,
using cold metal of an uranium blend
Baboon voices a-bellowing
Hot off the guerilla press:
WW3 hurls came from a prompt send
Brimstone reign
is Apocalypse Now falling
Bald face lies: Hairless claim
of superior tech skin coconut thin
Grey matter descend
has a groping, monkey-shine grin
In the New Age of Stone vows,
idol hearts did bend
Specie extinction blame game
was of unknown orangutan origin
And the cave dwellers
won’t ever know the genome source code
To amino acid awaken
from the ash entropy Eternal Sleep mode
This poem was inspired by the talented Phil Capitano
powerful poem titled, "Nuclear Dawn"
from the brilliant poetry book, "Roses on the Moon"
Fire N Brimstone
I feel my blood run cold, like
ice water is being pumped
through my veins.
Ice chip tears start to form and
console my now frozen heart
Blood turns black from fire n
brimstone
A raven shrieks announcing his
arrival, he comes on swift
wings
And takes everything from me
Tears of ash shine like
diamonds
Under the blanket of souls
shining alongside the moon
The north star sits stationary
beckoning lost travelers
They embrace the shrouds of
darkness and aimlessly
surrender
Forever lost in the night as the
air turns crisp and chilled
The ice cold wind nips at their
heel like ravenous wolves do to
lambs
Everything blurs together
looking the same, it's to late to
turn back now
The moon calls out singing to
your fear, it's ominous glow
caressing your sense of hope
Circle after circle you can't
stand your ground, you've lost
yourself
Turned round and round
The sky collapses caving in, a
story board since time began
A snow flake falls marking your
skin no sound at all just
breathe again
Inhale exhale your freezing
slow until you feel that crushing
blow.
Those pins and needles of fire n
brimstone.
A balmy day in February,
A flash of yellow's all I saw,
A welcome harbinger of Spring –
A paper bird upon the wing.
By name, a brimstone butterfly,
So apposite, its sulphur hue
Glows brightly, fresh, upon the eye,
Light as a feather it flits on by.
I watch it settle on a briar,
Presumably in search of food,
In vain – the rose-hips glow like fire :
No flowers, no nectar, just bare wood.
Fluttering on it sails away,
Skipping a lively wind-born dance.
I fear it may not last the day
Unless it finds some sustenance.
Take a number and pick a seat
How are you enjoying the heat
Welcome to the kitchen of hell
You will be here for a spell
Rotten meat and burning flesh
Hope you don't mind the smell
Smell of sulphur masks the fumes
Morbid screaming from the rooms
If you are abrade to die
Look around and you nay realize
We are all already here
Deep in the kingdom of all fear
So keep this close to mind
Before the hell you live in makes you lose your mind
You could go elsewhere if you keep your soul pure
If you embrace the heat you are dead for sure
Take a number for the kitchen the devil waits for you
Bring plenty of condiments for the capitalistic BBQ
We all already eat each other alive
So don't be abrade to take a bite
Don't follow others footsteps
Don't interrupt the neverending fight
Just sit back and watch the universe cook itself alive
Greed and hate will be the death of us
As we sit and wait
Sitting in hells kitchen
Embracing our ghastly fate
Satan brings you "joy"
Until you die in his arms
Of fire and brimstone
Opening my eyes …To the fire
In pain I can’t describe - Hell’s flames …Are beyond my thinking - Beyond comprehension
Nothing can quench …The fire I am alive - I cannot die - I’m on fire … In the depths of a place
I never imagined … Or dreaded - A place I didn’t believe existed
There is pain, torment - Yes… weeping and gnashing of teeth
In the darkness …Black horror - A dreadful place where there is no Light – because … There is no God here - He has forever disappeared
Never to be there … With His kindness
His love and light - never again will I know good
Questions pierce my mind
The times I could have chosen a different path
The way, the truth, the life
He offered me salvation from this horrific place
I didn’t choose His grace and now I’m forever embraced ny these angry, torturous flames
This anguish that never goes away
This is a horror I didn’t think could be - A reality … now I’m paying forever - For my lack of faith
A horror story - A true story - Of life and death
Choose life - Jesus saves from this
Pain that is beyond words and comprehension
Give Him your soul - He will make you whole
Save you from this …Ungodly home
Eternal fire for those who choose such - Awful trepidation
Forever awaits - This is your chance
Luke 13:28
King James Version
28 There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets, in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrust out.
God made a way…
John 3:16
King James Version
16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
I’m thankful that I’m saved and won’t ever see this place I portray in this poem!!!
This street is frequented by people in distress,
because, any difficulty, annoyance, concern, difficulty, contract, time, inconvenience, or obstacle,
were resolved simply in a single walk
The access road is narrow and little traveled.
Except for the people crowding the entrance.
As for me, please
Take me there
where they don't ask questions.
Because I don't even have time to go further
nor give more explanations.
FIRE AND BRIMSTONE
Whitened collar, fixedly starched
To the ultimate limits of self-perfection,
Points righteous, crooked finger
At an open-mouthed assembly,
Crouching beneath thick-
Eyebrowed gaze of a dark
Frock-coated scarecrow.
His cackling voice emits
Hollowed-out squawks,
Casting lines of invective
Like steel confetti
Into the ironic celebration
Of a judgemental wedding
For outsiders, condemned
Beyond the pale.
Heaven is expunged by murkiest haze of hell,
Begrimed in dark, closed-off shades,
A treacherous welcome for
Those who smear themselves
With so much intrigued slime of purest evil,
Cloaked with superior innocence
For the delightful delectation
Of ascetic, hair-shirted fools.
‘ Brimstone ! … ’ (or A Cryptic –Cremation)
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Flesh and Blood
Wood and Mud
Sun and Moon
Craters and Crust
Flames to Ashes
Smoke to Dust
Ape and Man
Heart and Brain
Glass and Sand
Abel and Cain
Spend this Space
On this Earth
Cutting Down
Another’s Worth
So Much Hate
On World and Planet
Trying to Paint
And Stain Pearls and Granite
‘Til, Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Stop Thinking, ’ Iron Them ’
Start Thinking, ‘ Wash Us ’
Fire On Mountain
Flows Volcanic Ash
Fire and Sand
Equals House of Glass
Dirt On Fire
Smother ‘Fore Long
And Fire and Rock
Equals Brimstone
Pain and fire; you understand?
No! I do not understand myself!
And what have I done?
O God - what have I -
I don't want the answer but I cannot run
What's broken then? Can circumstance really be faulted?
Or has the apple rotted right down to the core?
Nothing left but to perish in its own toxic flesh.
Yet ... if once pure then corrupt, could it not then be true?
That I could be refashioned for good all anew?
31 July 2019
‘Brimstone, The Senryu … ’ 34th Senryu
Fire On Mountain, Strong
Ashes and Dust, Hot-Wind, Blown
Fire and Rock … Brimstone
See the frightening of the beast,
I think he's angry at the coming east.
He finds it hard to see the house, over the dead…
Overshadowed by thunder heads.
What is that soaring near the tower?
I think it’s the rise of the owl.
If it is but an evil deed, things are,
Admired as the corpse sits upon leaves.
In a scary car drives a demon king to dawn…
It needs no gas, it runs on hell’s spawn.
They are not alone as it brings brimstone,
Souls sounds lost and alone.
The wraiths likes firelight to chase infinite power,
Especially that one in the broken ivory tower.
The beast shudders at the deadly ghost,
He wants to leave but souls costs the most…
a cool spring Midwestern morning
the preacher started his sermon
a guest preacher known for fire and brimstone
the little country church was filled
censuring the flock about their sins
claiming to be sin free himself
he said he was perfect like Jesus Christ
and that's when it happened
two large front doors blew open
gust of wind raced down the aisle
happened so fast and ended so quick
the little country church was dumbfounded
his hair a mess his papers scattered about
with Bible in hand and rumpled suit
he walked down the aisle and out the door
the little country church sat in silence
With all the Gods who've been and gone
religiously believed in and prayed upon
for sure Thor was but one
but who'll be the next to come along
will we sing praises to him it or her
faithfully erect an edifice to edify
incense burn sacrifice virgins
bow down on our knees to deify
will fire and brimstone or flagellation
appear in the equation
with the promise of heaven
and/or eternal damnation
and aping man's superstition
followers will still flounder around
looking for what they know not
along with the herd awaiting 'The Word'