Best Brimstones Poems
Extreme Sunset
Brimstones past the clouds
Highlight against the ocean line
Beautiful sunset, warm texture
Warning, the rooster's asleep!
Glorious yellow and orange mixture
My source of great inspiration
Unmatch - beauty mark In the sky
The horizon is ready for nightfall
~*~
Categories:
brimstones, beautiful, beauty, celebration, nature,
Form:
Verse
What’s it take for women to hate
their first born so long and so cold?
Sly smiles as he choked on the bait.
You sat in that one church so bold,
Blind and deaf to Love’s story told.
Among serpents in pews hearts won,
you died unbroken, mute and sold,
in how you treated your own son.
A father’s heart chipped out of slate.
Your measure given is twofold,
to regret forever too late,
brimstones are all that’s left to hold.
Your neglect was poured and it rolled
eighty-three years under the sun.
The Great White Throne decree behold,
in how you treated your own son.
How his innocence you both ate,
An orphan made in constant scold.
No mercy in your ways or fate.
In Matthew you read he foretold,
hypocrite’s wages to be tolled .
The grave’s sleep keeps remorse undone,
your legacy as I grow old,
in how you treated your own son.
If I am to breathe Heaven’s air,
your first grandson, when life is done,
I don’t expect to see you there,
in how you treated your own son.
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Contest: Not Your Average Ballade
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
04.15.14
My change is my rhyme scheme : 'ababbcbC ababbcbC ababbcbC dcdC'
Categories:
brimstones, abuse, anger, bible, dark,
Form:
Ballade
Big stones, rig stones
Calling out to dig stones
Round stones, pound stones
Sitting on the ground stones
Small stones, wall stones
Make you trip and fall stones
Grey stones, play stones
Lying in the way stones
Black stones, stack stones
Ready for attack stones
Bright stones, white stones
Feeling very light stones
Red stones, headstones
Under your feet tread stones
Two stones, blue stones
Teaching how to hew stones
Limestones, slime stones
Weathering all time stones
Sandstones, grand stones
Spread out on the land stones
Brownstones, crown stones
You can break them down stones
Bloodstones, stud stones
Flowing with the flood stones
Brimstones, gemstones,
Shining diadem stones
Rough stones, tough stones
There are not enough stones
Grindstones, lined stones
Everywhere you find stones
08.10.2021
NA in "Stones" contest
judged on 08.14.2021
For Constance La France's "August 2021 NA's" contest
Categories:
brimstones, fun, word play,
Form:
List
Iain McGilchrist,
neurological psychologist,
builds on previous findings of Edward De Bono
and Julian Jaynes.
Human nature is bicamerally structured
for cerebral and appositional specialization,
inclusive and sacred empathies from Elder Right matriarchal,
with deductive-reductive linguistic natural laws
and patriarchal orders from Left hemisphere dominant enculturation.
This Left dominant hemispheric and global overshoot
has brought us to buying and selling military-industrialized colonization
with appropriate tools
to get deductive-reductive killing and maiming jobs done,
as necessary for justice in self-justifying wars
through metaphysical Win-Lose
Either-Or cognitive-emotive assumptions,
retributive justice.
As if punishment were a monopoly of social justice
rather than a rather poor suboptimization
of restorative therapeutic justice,
also both natural and spiritual
but for restoring health,
inclusive therapy of victims with our predative,
colonizing,
fear and anger-mongering,
commodifying of Earth's greatest sacred grace,
gifts of clean air,
pure water,
sacred healing fire-circles of WinWin intent,
healthy MotherLand fertility
of forests and virgin oceans
now horribly RightBrain lost,
depressed,
dissonant,
irrational pathologies
of too many bad boys
with sharp law and order enforcing toys,
and word choices,
and lack of more nurturing WinWin diplomatic options.
Fears and fake-divine idolatries
of HellFire and Jihad JustWar BrimStones
to punish those who dare defy
a Great Patriarchal YangGod of Victimization
rather than inviting available cooperative bicameral adjustments
of ego- with eco-conciousness,
to include Elder Sacred MotherEarth
born of Grandfather SunGod Radiant Powers.
Gaia hypotheses of Sacred RightYin
with EcoLogical PolyPaths of SecularLeft Yang,
co-arising nondual dipolar,
bicamerally dynamic ecopolitical prime relationship
of Yang +1Earth and Her Balancing EcoSystems
with YinSquared (-,-)0-Soul Theorem
equivalent to speed of reverting 4D light,
co-arising as also having co-gravitated
universal unity of space as also bilateral flow of time,
YangHere SecularLeft reweaving YinNow SacredRight,
breathing YangLeft here in,
breathing YinRight now out,
here in,
now out,
up,
down,
up and in YangLeft,
down and out YinRight...
Categories:
brimstones, allah, earth, god, hate,
Form:
Political Verse
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My garden today, suffering. No rain for weeks, hosepipe ban expected anytime soon. Unfortunately, I only have one water butt and that's dangerous low. Using a watering can, time-consuming but its a question of needs must. I'd hate for my butterfly bushes to not bloom. Many species of butterfly are under threat of extinction in the United Kingdom, in my locale I have not recorded the wall brown for over twenty years, used to be quite common, even in my garden. This day, even though we are all experiencing a glorious summer, the butterflies are struggling to recover from the recent bad springtimes' and non-existent summers. The heavy rainfalls and colder than average temperatures being a big factor in their demise. Today, I have up to 1500 hours, (21st July 2018), only recorded one speckled wood, one holly blue, several cabbage whites, both large and small, a very poor day indeed, however, better than none at all, of course, I do mean butterflies! The latter being the only two that I can describe as abundant. No peacocks, green veined, brimstones since late spring
pretty butterflies
many in the UK... gone
fickle summertime weather
Click Me!
Categories:
brimstones, butterfly, nature, summer,
Form:
Haibun
If men were gods
Then horses will fly
If men were gods
Then no one will die
To mold the
destinies of many
With a wand in my hand
And turn a swarm of bees
To a matching band
To live a thousand years in the eyes of the mortals
And a second in the presence of his fellow immortals
I wish I could command the obedience of nature
And have the gift of
seeing through the future
I wish I could command the winds to stop
And I say to Lazarus
Hey you get up
I wish I could save
the lives of many children
And be the shining light of all my brethren
I wish I could hold
the stars in my hands
And fly on a magic carpet
To distant lands
I wish the world belongs to me
So that I could
foretell
What will be
In history
Like a Leprechaun
I hold a pot of gold
Which I shall give to that man who is bold
I wish my voice was
as powerful
As thunder
And aeroplanes would
clash as the sight
of this wonder
I wish I could
project my power
To the world with a spell
And turn
incalcitrant nations
To a living hell
With fireballs and brimstones raining
From the heavens
like cats and dogs
And insects jumping
around the fields like toads and frogs
And if my power was meant for only good
And I vow not to abuse it
Understood
And angels would bow at my feet
Crushing my foes bit
by bit
With laser beams
Blazing through my eyes
As I lift off the
ground
To the evening skies
Categories:
brimstones, imagination, parody, visionary, world,
Form:
Didactic
Heretic
your breath reeks
of brimstones ash
quenched with the blood
of martyred dreams.
I heard
hopes dying scream
as it burned alive
consumed by the flames
of your firey speech.
And now
you turn to me
lost Shepard
bemoaning the world's inability
to see your virtues.
I say
return false prophet
unto your true master
spare me
your tainted sermons.
Categories:
brimstones, society, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
DEAR PAMELA
Dear pamela,
The song about you remind me of pains
Your smiles remind me of that day
The sun visited the earth in her full human
To touch the soul of another human being
Is to walk on a holy ground but yours is a
Burning hell decorated with brimstones
Instand of ros flowers which are made in woman's heart.
You are of sadness and weired experience to me
I take as my guide, the hope of a saint in
Crucial things but your presence in my life
Frustrates my believe and trust for womanhood.
I watched the time eroding away, my soul laughed
Sarcastically; your tears built the hut which
Harbour my happiness and my life is long gone
Leave now! I beg you with tears.
The day is still young and fresh to ruin my life
I look forward to get my lost rib not you
Young ladies await me in the corner
Do not be a hinderance to my life
Another will love and care for you more than me
My heart belongs to another, dear pamela.
Categories:
brimstones, age, beautiful, betrayal,
Form:
Ballad
Brimstones awaken
a song of Spring-
new birth's cry
rooks nesting high-
March wind unfold
stick by stick
Categories:
brimstones, march,
Form:
Haiku
I see in evening light-
yellow tissues in jagged
flight
Brimstones flutter by-
bring Ides of March nigh
I touch the sounds of song-
from birds on high
and hear Spring appear...
in new birth's cry
Categories:
brimstones, seasons
Form:
Monoku
A scornful Song thats' undesirable and unstoppable.
Where our flesh holds a thousand stripped souls. Dimminshed by its inablity of
resistance.
Our mind and soul manipulated,
and blurred from all source of benevolence.
Abducted by this incarciration
pulled by an abyss of departed spirits.
We're compelled to compress into the compulsion of hellish proportions.
And fed into our hearts'the compunction of betrayal and denial of his prime expectations.
Departing from our flesh as were sitting at the core of ignited brimstones,
our souls are surroneded by flames left deathless.
With inflammation and suffocation surronding our nation.The trembles of it's terror are
abruptly endless.
Where screams are seen but not perceived
the heavy splash of blood is but a scornful song of sorrow in the temple of his
mercifulness.
Categories:
brimstones, inspirational, life, people, song,
Form:
Rhyme
A straight line is what I crave for,
But my mind curves, when I think of her,
My minds is a typhoon, and my heart is the eye,
She is beauty,
She is happiness,
She is fire!
She is laughter,
And she is Love…
Her face is obscure but her heart burns,
Her fire consumes me,
And the brimstones quench my thirst,
Her face is obscure but her heart burns,
She consumes me,
And I am in torment,
But yet I hope,
I will find her,
And my line shall be straight,
We will dance in the rain,
The wind will carry our music,
The drops will be our mirror,
The angry wind shall be calm,
And the earth shall stand still,
My torment will end,
Her face is obscure but her heart burns.
Categories:
brimstones,
Form:
from his rock he sends out a deadly summons
that calls
the demons up to hell
that calls
the devils home
a call for the barbarians to answer
a cold wind blows through to a man’s soul
as eternity waits
inside the furnaces fire
and Lucifer sips
upon the dregs of society`s ills
the wake to realities nightmare
of devils and demons living
inside hells fires and brimstones
where the stench of death and suffering
invade the living
and the walking dead
the demons can cage a man
the demons can break a man`s spirit
but they can-not cage a man`s minds escape
an minds escape
upon wings that fly
he dreams of lazing on a sun soaked beach
a drink in hand staring out at a pacific blue
sitting upon golden sands
then he wake from dream
to nightmares reality
of devils and demons
living
side by side inside Hades
living
side by side inside Dante' s fire
where upon the silence dark
a nightmare screams
at the sound of rattling chains and steel iron
at the sound of lashes from fire
that sting upon open flesh
and the empty echoes of the hangman’s call
despair is born out of lost hope
when the demon tighten his grip
his grip around a man’s soul
upon the empty shells the beasts breed
the devils fire burns
as the demon wears the mask of innocent
then walked upon the path of gold
but all he found was burning fires and brimstones
it`s a place where
a whirlpool surrounds when the mighty winds blow
an arctic chill that blows with a haunting sound
whistling
a freight train into lost hearts
across the bay
the devil
comes a calling
Categories:
brimstones, dark, prison,
Form:
Free verse
yellow tissues in jagged flight
Brimstones flutter by
the sounds of song- birds on high
in new birth's cry
Categories:
brimstones, march,
Form:
Monoku
To lie in summer meadows with tall grass all around, eyes fixed and staring into endless sky.
Tracking across the heavens, trying to locate the sound of a skylark’s endless warble up on high.
Feeling a sense of drowning in a pool of endless blue, the shouts of friends at play are distant now.
I turn my head and stare at meadow plants of every hue, and swat a curious insect from my brow.
To sit in summer meadows plucking petals from a flower, to love or love me not the idle quest.
Blowing tufts from dandelion heads to check upon the hour, or plucking a buttercup for the butter test,
or watching lively ladybirds scurry across my hand before, all patience gone, they fly away.
Distracted from my reverie by a squadron of squabbling swifts, signalling the closing of the day.
To run through summer meadows with kite or whipping arrow, stopping to adjust an errant shoe,
sending plumes of pollen skyward, energy unbound, clover heads beating a tattoo.
Then, what next? Chase butterflies, dark green fritillaries, brimstones, painted ladies, cabbage whites,
with a butterfly net I made that morning from a garden cane and the foot from a cast-off pair of mother’s tights.
To walk through summer meadows at the closing of the day, all energy spent, hungry, tired and sad.
To hear my mother calling that, “Playtimes long since past”, and,” if you don’t come now you’ll answer to your dad”.
One last fling of my whipping arrow, a parting game of tick with chums as weary but still full of play,
then off we trot, homeward bound in the gathering gloom, shouting promises to meet again next day.
Categories:
brimstones, childhood, memory,
Form:
Rhyme