Best Cain Poems
Mark
The earth turns its face from you
as if ashamed. You
who tilled the soil, now marked
by what the soil received.
Your brother's blood—
how it murmurs, how it screams.
Deafness would be a mercy.
Wanderer
At Babel, you watch them build
their tongues a discordance of hope.
You know better.
The tower falls. Always, things fall.
In Athens, questions hang in the air
like ripe fruit. You reach for one
find your hand empty.
Constantinople burns.
You've seen this fire before
in your own heart, in Abel's eyes.
Love
Her laughter—sunlight on water.
For a moment, you forget remembering
the weight of your name.
Time, that relentless thief,
steals her breath, leaving you
with pockets full of silence,
her absence echoing in your eternal night.
Witness
Verdun. Mud and blood
indistinguishable. You've carried this earth before,
will carry it again. In Selma, voices rise.
You join the chorus, unseen.
Your story spoiled, yet written
in every cry for justice,
a testament to your own unending quest for peace.
Grace
The sea spilling secrets
waves crashing against the shores of your soul.
In a quiet cell, you contemplate forgiveness—
that impossible shore.
Your heart is a vessel of unspoken prayers.
Each wave a reminder: the divine
as elusive as your peace.
Mortality
She sees you—truly sees.
Beyond the mark, the myth,
to the man who carries centuries in his bones.
You learn to love in moments, not millennia.
Each breath a gift, each touch a benediction
her presence a bridge to your humanity.
Return
The earth no longer rejects you.
You lay down, finally
into the arms of the brother
you've carried all this time.
Abel smiles. You close your eyes.
The silence, at last, is sweet.
East of Eden we still painfully churn
where belief is earliest bloodshed's birth
and every wicked man shall have his turn
to spill his rage upon the wretched earth.
From outer realms there can only come sin
and for fear and hatred of all unknown
we'll slay the unspoken laws from within
and by new laws tear the flesh from the bone.
All good, all righteous, though not all the same
and devious on the wicked man's path
we'll not escape, for the truest voice came
and told that we'll harvest the grapes of wrath.
The soil and the rains and the winds of pain
now have cast upon us the scorn of Cain.
4rh November 2018
There are no sons of Eden
only descendants of The Fruit.
They do their best with what they can
as Able still lies blue.
Long cast out of Paradise
they till the worldly soil
and blame the Lord for all their pains
and all their sinful toil.
Some give thanks for what they've sewn,
conceited, humble-proud,
thinking they're the chosen ones
as Hell still overcrowds.
The Lord made do with what Cain left.
(beggars can't be choosers).
With sword held high they judge by The Fruit
that made each one a loser.
'They' tell me, now,
A husky-mix dog won't stay.
Tie 'em up, pen 'em,
Or the neighbor's complain.
So, I didn't even Look for another Cain.
But let me tell you,
My Cain dog was Husky.
Silver and grey and a
'from the toenails' growl...
But HE stayed, no chains.
Small town, Oklahoma, no leash.
Everybody knows everybody; me and Cain,
Bicycle riding, summer days.
Grandma Dugan waving,
Mr. John Long tossing out soup bones,
For Cain.
"Yonder's thet Earli and her dawg."
"Boy! Pur-D-hot! Wisht'id rain."
"Wonder whar she's going 'ta noon?"
Nap, doze, one more summer gone...
But...so was Cain.
"Hey Earlie? Thet you, girl?"
"Whar's thet big white dawg?"
"Oh yeah?" "Too bad." and "How'd he die?"
"You don't hardly seem like Earli,
Without thet white dog, Cain."
Ten long, hard years and lots of road.
But no white dog's shoulders
To share the good times...or the pain,
And...I don't hardly FEEL like Earli,
Without my white dog, Cain.
Replace this heart of soiled sedition.
This junkyard filled with ugly treason.
Forgive, o Lord, embattled reason,
at the turnpike, chosen left ...off course.
His smoke went up with no remorse,
where my jealous hate, my brother slain,
branded brow the mark of Cain.
Now thoughts are choked by desert sand,
I beg reprieve with blistered hands.
Stolen youth in a game of chance,
Just took off, no backward glance.
Blinded by the blaring sun, aided by the caravans,
endless miles through wispy sands
My zest for water I forgot to think,
At night a mare that steals my drink.
Dancing girls in searing heat,
with hooded eyes and flaming feet,
a swimming haze, in a river there
towards I run -they disappear.
With Abel gone the ghost of Cain,
tries to talk but can not say,
Who howls at night and barks all day?
Blood of my brother, source of my pain
Your soul still wanders on a deserted plain
On September 11th,
In the early morning,
When my train stopped
In the New Jersey fields,
I saw the Twin Towers.
Painted by sunrays
Into a golden tone, they were
Climbing the New York City's
Peaceful blue sky.
Two magnificent monuments
To able human minds.
On the wings of terror,
Propelled by hatred and revenge
Praying to their God of killers,
They came out of nowhere.
The barbarians.
Suddenly,
They came
Unexpected.
Without any warning.
It was an early morning
Of September 11.
In my office, a short distance away
I heard a sudden thunder.
My building shook up.
I looked through the window.
I saw people running away
Down Broadway.
White paper sheets were snowing
Down slowly in the air.
It was a nice, warm, sunny
September 11th day
When the downtown Manhattan
Became hell.
The news soon came:
An airplane hit the North Tower, then
The South one faced the same fate.
Standing on the street, nearby,
I saw the Towers.
Bleeding fire, smoke was
Spreading through their wounds.
The fire was getting stronger but
They still stood. Firm.
Wounded heroes.
Till their end.
It was impossible to imagine
The horror of victims, their shock.
Their pain.
There was no warning.
Nobody expected it.
It was such a nice, sunny, warm morning.
It was supposed to be September's
Another great day!
Suddenly I realized--
Something
Went wrong with our world.
Apocalypse came.
Time was shifted back
To the primitive ages,
Long before civilization began.
Long before people learned
The pain of unnecessary wars.
Long before Moses,
Carrying stone tables with
The “Thou shall not kill” commandment,
Came back
From his meeting with God.
Then I saw nomads --
On camels’ backs,
Somewhere, in a desert.
I saw --Cain,
Jealous for love of God,
Killed his brother Abel.
Bloody revenge --
Now, with weapons,
Stronger then knives, one may kill
Many more Abels and again,
For primitive barbarians,
It is much easier to kill --
In the name of God.
first man borne of earthly woman
wakeful n'fresh as the morning dew
the heavens fell he, was false as hell
over which he was meant to rise and rule
There was sin, waiting in desire for him
only one shade darker than quicksand
sunken in haste, so as to mask all trace
blood of Abel crying out from the land
chasing tail in a cycle
of blood and of grain
bold and profane
the mark of Cain
expelled from all the glory of Eden
sent forth n' far from the grace of God
flesh o' his brother, fruits of th' field
he built a city in the land of Nod
industry of lust, engines of sin
we begin wi' all fair favor spent
sound n' fury, live n' love thy mis'ry
daggers in the smiles of foe and of friend
'laws of human nature
they won't ever change
ne'er to be forgiven
the mark of Cain
the mark of Cain
Out of my league, that's how you are
Still my foolish heart saw you a par
To your proposed love, I did not refrain
I will be happier, once I fall in love again
Far cry the laws, we tried and go beyond
We're happy and giddy yet all gone wrong
To people around, I've been a mark of Cain
I will be happier, once I fall in love again
I shared my time, my heart and my life..
But you, YOU rife all nothing but strife
No words can explain the pain that reign
I will be happier, once I fall in love again
I am scared, so afraid to show all reasons
Thus, I cling... cling tightly unto my Jesus
With this, I sustained. New strength I gain
I will be happier, once I fall in love again
by
Olive Eloisa
1:32 am
April 04,2014
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Dare I chide you my child
For playing in the moonlight
With the children of those I know
Despise my kind and kin folks?
Dare chide you my child
For daring to put aside
deep seated wounds I felt
Grievances of generations past and present?
Dare I chide you my child
For mingling without fear
With those who, time after time,
Try to carve the mark of Cain on my face?
Dare I chide you my child
For trusting in the infinite goodness of man,
That sustains us in the most difficult of times,
And gives us hope when all seems lost?
I have taught you
To see goodness in everyone.
So ignore my fears my child,
For even when goodness titters on the edge,
As evil nudges it towards the precipice,
Many hands reach out to sprinkle the wings of justice
And goodness does, once again,
Soar to its rightful place of safety.
And the mark of Cain,
Carved on my face with infinite care,
Fades away with painful memories
Of the legacies of a people's miseries.
And it has,.........on this memorable day
Inspired by Chinua Achebe's "Vultures"
The most prolific animal in our Kingdom is the Red Herring.
You don't need to be a "Sherlock Holmes" to figure that out
A Red Herring is a deliberate attempt to divert attention..................."look over there"
Please help control the Red Herring population today.....You can do your part
by opening up your eyes, and exposing the lies.
"It is error only, and not truth, that shrinks from inquiry."
[Thomas Paine ]
I speak to you from shadows of life after death
An exiled Black Heart, eldest brother of Seth
I remember living life ( "I remember my Wife")
Recollections of my creation of devastating strife
Reminiscing my youth, I lied, I cheated, ones I cherished
Memories of ones I loved, Haunting the darkness I call home
A forgotten, unforgiving dark soul; reading the words of this Poem
Remembrance of yesteryears gone by; tomorrows unseen
"Am I my brother's keeper" or am I an unknown fiend
Lenore: my Love, for Eons of Eternity, a Broken Heart Perished
Castaway from the Garden of Eden, Living in the land of Nod
Always alone and lonely in private solitude I cry
LENORE; You went to Glory: living Eons of Eternities with GOD
My Heart matured in Evil, an in Evil my Heart shall die
A Soul that walks on the embers of Hell with a Heart still Loving YOU
Pain and agony exhumed my heart in Life, now lives with me in death
I fear I will never see You again, once I have breathed my last breath
To hold your hand and embrace you; Hold your silken body next to mine
FOREVER and ALWAYS " I LOVE YOU " Though our Spirits will never combine
So listen to the echoes that float across the sea; a solemn vow "I DO"
God, you said to offer a lamb,
but your wish puts me in a jam.
Why kill a lamb? I am no brute,
I’ll sacrifice instead some fruit.
Like Lucifer in heaven on high,
you view me with an evil eye.
His prideful heart and selfish will
in time your sulking soul would fill.
My folks think I’m the Promised Son,
through whom sin’s battle will be won.
So, why would you, my brother choose,
and cause me, my temper to lose?
Cain, your attitude is not right,
I’m not pleased when my will you slight.
Beware, he who like a lion roars
is crouching just outside your door.
His sore temptation made you stressed.
Yielding to him made you depressed.
Then as he daily pushed and pressed,
your hard heart made you fail the test.
Your seething anger made you shake
and caused your rebel heart to ache.
You snared your brother like The Snake
then you, his precious life did take.
What contradictions in you lie,
unlike He who comes from the sky.
He to man is a life-giver
you by contrast a life-taker.
O what blessings you did forfeit
by yielding to crass self-conceit.
Selfishness and independence
banished you from Yahweh’s presence.
Let us from Cain learn a lesson
that will with joy life’s sojourn bless.
Give heed to your Creator’s will
and He with peace your life will fill.
Spirit made it rain
Wisdom like old man with cain
Your fruit was too sweet
Adam & Eve had Cain
then they were blessed
with Abel, two sons.
Abel was the herdsman
while Cain was a farmer
Cain bringing an offering to the Lord
of the fruits of the ground;
Abel, meanwhile, gave Him
the firstborn of his flocks.
The Lord was touched by Abel
his offering acceptable,
while that of Cain
the Lord did not find
to be pleasing.
Cain objected to this
being very upset,
so the Lord asked him
why he felt as he did.
The Lord admonished him
warning him that sin lurked
ready to steal his heart
advising him to fight it,
to master it.
Cain remained angered
contriving to take his brother
out into the field,
there murdering him.
So the Lord asked Cain
where his brother was;
Cain sarcastically replied
that he didn't know
retorting as well, asking
was he his brother's keeper?
The Lord admonished him
telling of his brother's blood,
its voice crying out
to Him from the ground.
The Lord cursed Cain
from the earth,
warning him it would no longer
give him good harvest.
Further, Cain would be
a fugitive, homeless,
but Cain begged
saying his punishment
was too great to take.
He feared for his life
that his brother's murder
would soon be avenged.
Also that he would be hidden
from the face of the Lord.
However, the Lord marked Cain
warning anyone who might
try to take his life
that their punishment
would be sevenfold.
Cain then left the presence
of the Lord
settling in Nod, east of Eden
having a son, Enoch,
with his wife there.
He founded a city
beyond there,
naming it for his son,
calling it Enoch.
SKB
© COPYRIGHT S. K. Barrera 2008 All Rights Reserved
When Eve was searching for a rib
The Devil led her to a crib
Where Cain and Able
Hatched a stork fable
Creating the very first fib