Best Bringeth Poems
As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand.
Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.
For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.
I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!
Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)
Categories:
bringeth, allegory, dark, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Sonnet
QUOTE:
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast,
knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever
just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself.
Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light.
The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
? Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Walk I, Naked Under Pallid New Moons
I that crieth with dawn's falling dew
Accuser of this dark world and its hate
Walk I, naked under pallid new moons
With lingering hunger, nothing can sate
As warrior, as a lover now stone-blind
A dying soul, bleeding with ink and pen
Dreams, myself in imaginative realms
Away from this world full of darkest sin
This heart and soul, each crying out for more
And knowing Time will soon end this decay
A ship never finding a safe harbor
A ghost of dead dreams, now morbidly gray
Pay heed, if thy soul seeketh Love's pure kiss....
For tis' Light and Truth that bringeth sweet bliss....
Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2020
Sonnet, ( As Whispering Wind Swirls About, To Speak )
( A pen allowed to such deep truth sing )
Note:
Hold tight the moments that life gives
the ecstasy of remembrances of sweet romance
for day comes in which more in past one lives
the more one sees that most of life is long-lost chance....
Categories:
bringeth, art, deep, destiny, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Cometh the end of each and every
December
January so to with it as well bringeth a
new year to start a fresh once all over
again
And though the time and date and
solar winds may change
The seasons somehow however never seemingly do
The sky is still just as blue as the sun
is red grass is green as is the night
tinged in black
Just as like when spring and summer
eventually return and dawn
Denote it's time to pack away our
winter warming clothes into the
back of our closets and cupboard
draws
That unless we truly feel within and
inside our head and heart's
A certain individual kind of love
and caring does reside that warms
us dearly
Then matter's not the time or season
place or age
Tomorrow they will be no more richer or
poorer
If nothing changes and everything remains
Categories:
bringeth, slam,
Form:
Free verse
You see it a lot now a days, being aired everywhere you look
In many forms and many ways even you and I are in the book
As the news anchors spin their story or even just friend to friend
Jesus said in all of His Glory be careful of the message you send
Do not slander your foe nor wish him evil upon his daily way
For it isn't yours to know only your duty and obligation to pray
Cut not one at the knees or even enter into the gossip mill room
Infectious like disease most of those people are headed for doom
Like a murderer and or a thief, gossipers too are high on the list
They simply add to another's grief the sin being in how they twist
They prolong another's plight in wanting to know every little detail
Never choosing to do right as each reputation they seem to impale
Of others never speak a negative word, but act as if they were there
Put aside everything you heard and then do something that is rare
Acting as if that person were you, as one day this may be the case
Still not sure what to do... Remember the Day Jesus took your place
“A good man out of the good treasure of his heart
bringeth forth that which is good...”
Luke 6:45
Categories:
bringeth, betrayal, courage, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto
the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that
is an householder, which bringeth forth out of
his treasures things new and old
Matt 13:52
We all have things we treasured,
kept them in our possession for a long time
Took really good care of them,
watched over them like a nursing father
or a doting mother
Then whenever we present them to someone,
they look like new
Miraculously new
It's amazing how those old things
still look the way they do
As for the new things,
over time they become old too
Things new and old,
when seen together, both look the same
Gleaming and sparkling
Like a coat of freshly layered paint
Things new and old,
they both look like shining gold
That is why the stewards of God are called saints
We keep the precious things of God,
placed in our heart,
looking brand new
They look the same way today,
as they did the first moment to us
they were given to
Categories:
bringeth, blessing, religious, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Black Cat hath the coldest green eyes of most hideous evil
Which chilleth my blood, causeth me the greatest upheaval;
Darkness doth pervade this creature’s most gruesome gaze
Giveth me unbridled terror, leaveth my soul in an utter haze;
Lucifer himself giveth this black demon animal its dark life
Only to bringeth me a terrifying malediction of most evil strife;
Black Cat with its visage and its promise of eternal damnation
Seeketh for me its vilest of intention and its darkest tarnation;
I prayeth then Lord God, saveth all my eternal spirit and soul
And delivereth them on All Hallows’ Eve most sound and whole!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen,
Germany (October 8, 2014) (Rhyme poetic format)
Categories:
bringeth, allegory, dark, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
The Frozen Ghost
All Hallows’ Eve conjureth yearly an evil of such a mythic yore,
As a ghastly icy specter walketh silently now through our door!
This frozen ghost of yore giveth we the living his curses on this night,
With his blackest of eyes and icy hands delivereth he his horrid fright.
The frozen ghost’s unholy eyes mirroreth clear Old Hob’s very plan,
To bringeth his fear, hate, and Hellspawn here to God’s divine land!
Mankind hath a sacred duty so true to fight Old Hob’s vile temptation,
And to resist the frozen ghost’s message whilst praying for redemption.
We prayeth now to Almighty God to send this frozen ghost on his way,
Back now to Old Hob, never to walk on this Earth another night or day!
We honoureth All Hallows’ Eve and thinketh of all departed souls’ wit,
Knowing the frozen ghost has gone now—buried so deep in Hell’s pit!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 7, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)
Categories:
bringeth, dark, evil, fantasy, halloween,
Form:
Couplet
(What Should I Believe?)
I sit here wondering,
About the sum of life, its delights, its strife,
Its pleasures fleeting, its joys receeding,
With grief impending, and my essence ending,
I sit here pondering
I do sit in wonder,
Time passing quickly, health turning sickly,
My youthfulness gone, my strength fading,
I tend to endure a fearful waiting,
And will soon be sewn asunder.
Life, sadly, seems useless - but yet,
There must be some purpose and meaning,
To mankinds struggles and scheming.
If truth did live with the stoic,
Would man sometimes be heroic,
And give to another his best,
Take anothers pain to his chest,
Can credit be claimed by blind fate?
What manner would anyone show,
But selfishness, greed and lust,
Make mockery of faith, hope and trust,
And with Sartre, debauchery claim,
The highest ideal to attain,
No kindness to ever bestow?
I'm encouraged now that I see,
A meaning to my life finally,
Some courage and kindness in me,
Surely, brought about supernaturally.
Good purpose my life did fulfill,
All bound up in my makers will.
Isa.54:16 - "Behold, I have created the smith
that bloweth the coals in the fire, and that bringeth forth an instrument for his work;
and I have created the waster to destroy."
Categories:
bringeth, faith,
Form:
Epitaph
Shall I compare thee to a sparkling diamond?
For thou bringeth attraction and lust for possession
And in the wave of heat we burrow through the heart,
Sometimes to be heart broken- or cry in palpable joy.
And when rocks do cast lust upon our being-
Death matters less to the joy you bring,
For you are a priceless possession
Who some are ready to place a price upon.
© Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke 23rd of July, 2013
Categories:
bringeth, love,
Form:
Ode
Lovely freshness showcases God’s wonders
Great Spring’s grand blessings, awesomely beauteous
Dulcet chirpings prevail over thunders
Gardens* assured of yields, indeed plenteous.
Fields cheerfully welcome budding bliss-sprouts
Below clouds like chiffon yearning for grace
Farms gladly gear themselves toward growth’s routes
Propelled upon heavenly power’s brace.
Re-birth highlights genuine spiritual spring
Marked by the Lord Christ’s resurrection might
With revivals that Holy Scriptures bring
Prodding souls toward transformation’s height.
Springing hope’s lace tied to faith fluorescence
Edifies new life’s marvelous essence.
*Isaiah 61:11 For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown in it to spring forth; so the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.
March 4, 2019
7th place, "APRIL 2019 PREMIER 9..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/26/2019.
Categories:
bringeth, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Sonnet
Good Evening, the BBC presents
The highlights from the days events
I pass you now to Sally Hughes
Who brings you all the evening news
Today in Paris, bomb explode, did
With paralise, electric grid
The Gendarme closed major routes
While soldiers search with guns to shoot
Fears eighty people may be slained
More than a score, badly maimed
The Euro falls against the pound
A wildcat strike on underground
Bringeth commute upon a stop
Catching travellers on the hop
The murderer that roamed the land
Has now been caught, we understand
Finally on a lighter note
A chimpanzee befriends a goat
They never leave each others side
The owner said with bursting pride
Now my colleague John report sporteth stuff
One goal for Arsenal was not enough
In the fourth round of the FA cup
Everton did Arsenal whoop
With goals galore, more than a brace
Midweek defeat, now saving face
Success too at Wimbledon
With three straight sets, against his one
The champion, four in a row
Calls it a day, its time to go
I place my racquet on the floor
For I no longer, achieve more
Let some new blood, attain my crown
Meanwhile, upon the Epson Down
The favorite,s out, will take no part
With murmer found upon his heart
Its sad to hear, his jockey states
Racing not, is what he hates
I pass you now to my friend Lou
Who bringeth weather news for you
Showery rain, doth teem until
Fall of snow, be-hammer hill
Then forked electric cracketh the sky
While thunderous drums boomed up on high
The once calm river tormenteth banks
By rising climb on each its flanks
Then suddenly as all begun
A quiet comes as peeps the sun
With warmth of beam and lance of ray
Wildlife chatter at end of the day
And that is all we have this night
So taketh care and sleepeth tight
The BBC return on morn
With tales anew, of hate and scorn
Categories:
bringeth, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
The gift of a man maketh room for him,
The gift of healing,the gift of understanding,
The gift of given to the poor,this I long for,
The gift that supersedes all, this I crave,
this I work towards ,this I dream of and
this I die for..
For a decade, I roam in wonderland,
For a decade , I swim in abject penury,
For a decade , I was a novice and a fool;
Before I discovered the secret; the secret of
Greatness , the secret of leadership, the secret of
manipulation, the secret of oppression and opposition,
the secret of celestial bliss…
People talked ,I refuse to listen!
People called me names ,I refuse to change !,
People barked at me ,I remain undaunted!,
People betrayed me ; I continue to give!,
People planned ,people connived ,people mocked
And plenty people failed!;for I remain faithful to the poor.
That`s why, I am among the best,
That’s why, I flourish like the lilies and gold crystals
That`s why ,the almighty endowed me with glory,
That`s why, I dine with great men and kings.
To him that gives, It shall be given;
To measure, press down and running over….
*Prov 18:16—“A man`s gift maketh room for him and bringeth him
before great men”.
Olusegun Arowolo....
Categories:
bringeth, encouraging, life, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
(Response)
What magnitude of love, thou hath for me
A flowing fountain welleth up inside
Overfilling my heart with love and pride
Merely mirrors the love I share for thee
Our two hearts were meshed by God's blessed grace
Our love strengthens the tie that binds our souls
Untempered by heaven, forever it grows
Immeasurable love through time and space
Countless stars will sleep, winds will rise and fall
My darling, I thirst and hunger for thee
Please bringeth forth thy love and comfort me
The love we share encompasses all
Such Divine love before unknown to man
Such true love shall never be known again
response to Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnet
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
Feb 12 2016
Blessed read as two syllables in line 5
14 lines - 10 syllables per line
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
bringeth, feelings,
Form:
Sonnet
Loveth thy morning dew, brisk be the air
Up with the sun! Hues in great despair
Day by day - Colorful of a mesmerized view
The daily endeavor - of true picturesque
Gazing- we meditate - breathless
Awakening to thy beauteous star by far
Thou bringeth forth the shades be it then also true
The sunsets - to also end our daylight hours
The tones- we paint these glorious pictures
Eve sets in - the galaxy of the mysterious is ours
Day after day , night after night , never pointless
We overcome each day of our paths of our life
Crossing bridges climbing mountains step by step
Blue skies - and thunder - darkness we challenge
When it rains - the rain sometimes pours in time
Time passes by - time marches on, the percentage
Loveth each night the same of given opportunity
Knock by knock - making life the prime
Thee example - gazing we still meditate
As we dream through the night
We wake ! At the brisk of dawn
Inspired again by the morning sun
And the endeavor of a 24 hour day
With the beauteous skies in our view
Yes breathtaking we share it again today.
And with the mystery of the skies
Our mind it surely does not hesitate
To see this the beauty ever so true.
Day by day, and then night by night
Gazing with the twinkling twilight.
Categories:
bringeth, morning, sky,
Form:
Light Verse
Why have you forsaken us?
O season of bloom, what manner of transformation do you seek?
Your concealing actions, in these cloud swept skies, speaks to deception my Lord.
As your humble servant, I beg of you, to please return to your former constitution.
Which bringeth not only I, but the beasts of burden and all the buzzing creatures, plus the wondrous, soaring birds, swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love!
Happiness!
Hear our cries, O season of hope, and bring forth your glory, your Manifest Destiny, to bring life and sustenance, to us all.
Categories:
bringeth, happiness, inspirational, life, nature,
Form: