Best Call For Poems
Urgent Call for Love
The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to come
Forty thousand martyrs will be singing
As they join me in my urgent call for love.
The war machine is pregnant and is bloated.
Money births an icy, rigid son.
He grows up in the muck of all this madness,
It arms its addled brother with a gun.
In my world, war is not an option,
Let’s end the chaos with a silken glove
Murdered angels soar among the heavens
Please join me, in my urgent call for love.
I’d love to build a mass market dart board
With mug shots of the Senators and House
I’d load it on an App and shoot the darts off
With the quiet, perfect clicking of my mouse.
How can these servants bow before their master?
When Moses had already freed his tethered load?
Make them testify before the one judge
And answer to our urgent call for love
Some years ago a scholar lost his lectern
Because somebody stole my vote away
He spoke his truth in defense of climate
And was told let’s fix it later, not today
When the perfect storm came a calling
It blew our measured lives and hopes astray
My Mother, here’s an olive branch and white dove
I surrender to the urgent call for love.
The pleading skies and rivers, they have warned us
Their voices rose to wail their tortured song
The veins of life, they have been all corrupted
And darkness has been blinding us in fog.
Insanity bathes in its make shift chambers
It soaks in a vile and filthy marble tub.
Please join in my call for our salvation,
I am humbled, in my urgent call for love.
Brenda Atry 1/1/2013 copyright pending
standing in line
at the local grocery store.
I stood there watching people
sighing impatiently and tapping their toes
while typing on their phones.
I was next, elderly lady ahead
was paying by check.
I saw her tremble
as her fragile fingers penned
away her social security check.
I reached over, held her hand.
said my dear friend,
"this checks on me."
an experience never observed
in "self checkout."
Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security
Never fearing the chance of brutality
Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin
Greeted by the warmth of idiocy
Building a racist system of legacy
With followers who exhibit stupidity
But useful in killing democracy
To continue their self fulfilling prophecy
Of forced superiority
A politicians smile brings a darkness
Poisonous to those a different colour
Those who possessed something they wanted
Our blackness they were desperate to harness
Unsatisfied with the taking of our culture
They turn to the method of torture
Their envy the motive of our generational suffering
Hate breeds hate
Pain breeds pain
Our blood pumped from a heart full of trauma
Our skin sewn by the needles of struggle
Which is what they wanted
A life born through the memory of inferiority
A rot festering in the trees of our ancestry
Branches bending to the will of ancestral trauma
Bodies after bodies after bodies
Burned in the name of erasure
Blood clings to remember
The blood stays as rebellion
The world hides us in silence
The blood screams violence
Demands accountability
Pools of red refuse to be ignored
Stains a ground a witness to it all
Entrusting the soil to keep the bodies warm
An exhibition to the pain black people have endured
A call for a new world
For the oppressors downfall
10/2/12
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Reveled through the world His words are cherished
Many read the peace of His words, yet works be perished
We see the problems without the power to cure it
Lacking the wisdom we need and God’s Holy Spirit
The Feast of Tabernacles calls many to action
And with it comes happiness and endless satisfaction
Five aspects will lead us closer to the mind of God
He shows us a clear path though our ways are flawed
The paramount action is respect to one another
To be present, formal and kind to each other
What we wear physically and spiritually is important too
To be humble and dedicated in all that we do
The second call for action is the call to rejoice
To enjoy physical food and drink—the desire of our choice
To stimulate the mind with gladness and cheer
And be thankful for our trials as we ponder the year
The third act is important and it is to recall
All the blessings and promises of the coming Kingdom of God
To read back in scripture to the great men of faith
Allowing your mind to rest from the wreck of sin’s ache
As we recall we find it necessary to recommit
To be re-awakened in His life—to make something of it
We may want to acknowledge where we have fallen short in the past
Not dwelling in the desires of physical life—the things that won’t last
The last course of action will help us toughen the shell
We must recharge to build—keep refilling the well
By the Spirit of God we are quenched in barren terrain
Releasing sheets of merciful, cool rain
Many will suffer before the peace begins
But continue we must until the very end
I wish all could know just what is in store
God will reveal it eventually—just knock on His door
Encouraged by the Spirit we become the light
Defying worldly governments—refusing to fight
Shortcomings are inevitable and mistakes will be made
It is not difficult to fall—to be easily swayed
“People can be free, but still enslaved"
But in the end, all will have the chance to be saved
Look to the Bible and try what you read
Perhaps you’ll discover where the narrow path will lead
*inspired by David Hulme*
A Call For Morality
It used to mean something to hold open a door for your neighbor
Old school principles have been long forgotten now it's just hate
We looked up to hero's such as Roy Rogers & John Wayne
Values have been swept under the rug not to be appeared again
Such as helping out at your local soup kitchen & church
We base our morality today on what hollywood says to do
Perhaps we have bitten off far more then we could chew
Put the toilet seat down for the ladies in the house
Have the cap fastened tight on the toothpaste
Little things still mean a lot yet there fading away
Talk to your children of morality & ethical principles
Search for the hidden treasures in the scriptures
We can be a voice as a beacon of hope to a hurting world
Keep the golden your to love your neighbor as you would your self
Remember to love & obey your parents
Help the widow then come to the orphans in there distress
You can make a big difference in life by shining your light bright
Pray for the inner boldness to help make the big difference
There is many things you can do to show your faith in action
The ultimate choice is up to you to practice these basics principles
Search for truth with all your might cause you have every right to know
I call for you and your there
My silent screams heard in the night air
My torment is hard to bare
On a new marriage, this is not fair
A kiss of dew on my silken lips
Lets me know everything is bliss
You come when I call, at work or the store
I know you will be running through the front door
We make love on a bed full of soft blankets and pillows
Touching with fingertips like the many branches of a weeping willow
You take care of me when I need you, watch me when I do not
Just because you love me, without a hesitant or thought
You caught me when the beast almost took me in
You stay with me forever as it has always been.
©Holly P. Moore
February 2013
LAST CALL – for contest
It slithered through his fingers
awakened from hoar frosted stun
no thanks for heated hands of savior
only instinct’s need to flee.
He followed, as it sought heated stones,
soft weakened sun, and release
from the solitude of the cold blooded
clinging to a freedoms fleeing warmth.
Slowly, hard shadows cast their spell
harsh warning upon a ragged land
sands shifting beneath both foot and skin
lives passing in the hope of “once again”.
10/18/2015
submitted to – Triple Prompt – poetry contest
sponsor – Casarah Nance
Inroduction"Wonder Woman" was a cartoon character I read a girl. She
was super strong and handled huge problems! She was awesome!
I have always wanted to be her! Strong, with those groovy boots, great
hair and outfit.yes, and those boots?
I never wanted to look like some Presidents wives, With dorkydresses
and pill box hats, running into churches.
I have always wanted to be a wild thing,.Strong and able to handle big
issues on my own. And, I have gone just that?
Those little girl ideas turned out to be a reality. Not a pansy am I and
not owned by anyone.
Solving big issues, not hiding behind an apron and unafraid to be political.
Even here~~ women are in closets. Do they live on the moon?
Under a mushroom? Or in a fairie palace?
Where are they? I nearly faint when I find a fearless poet.
That's just how my life turned out. As I first wanted it to be!
Men are not the leaders they think they are. Some very boneheaded
women leaders in the USA, acting like members of the Third Reich.
Men, too.!
We can make an impact with our poetry. It's needed!!!
Time to stop playing gardeners and bird watchers only!
Freedom has to be fought for. Poetry is a medium.
Being afraid to express yourself because of what others think?
That is why......I am..
Calling All Wonder Women!
haint gonna mock ridiculous science
asper to be bled
dark practices to leech out mailer daemons,
not so laughable nor in cred
double, when oppressed diabolical dread
oompah loompah fealty l'chaim fled
as hand grenades explode within my head
mettlesome monsters
make mercuric chrome dome feel like a led
zeppelin with fractured stairway to heaven in stead...
delivers me zombies, where angels fear to tread
cuz, the devil and psyche did wed
shotgun Swedish crow did house mafia style
wrenched, wrested wretched
mental state most intense (no croc) dial
shattered, slewed, splintered sanity,
thus practitioner with "FAKE" know how aisle
apprentice Aunt Roadie,
who will skewer me evil spirits den da deuce
till I beak home one sacrificed overly cooked goose
a burnt offering shish kabob
no longer able to raise cane on the loose
like a red bull
rocky on the shoals of a frantically angry moose
livid with rage
(akin to diary of mad a housewife)
entropy written, where death will be only truce
pyromaniac qua ramshackle shanty (tinderbox)
unleashes wicked zeal
hellacious incendiary juiced ride
up plies noisome rubbery odor,
sans hot wheel
along the outer limits of functionality explosions
precipitate like drops of molten steel
routing hunger, searing nostrils,
tearing tenuous fragile tethered tendrils
self cannibalizing via tooth and nine inch nail
linkedin with nauseousness as thine meal
exemplary asper full blown panic attack
lodged within mine genetic
blooper imprinted within
threaded helical deoxyribonucleic acid deal
like a thunderbolt out of the blue
sympathetic nervous system
thrust in high gear with no warning and/or clue
finding spouse helpless asper what to do.
Ma, ma, help Please,
Can you give me love?
Hold me, hold me,
Very tight;
A smile for my heart,
And one from the start,
Give a hug to show me love.
That is why your mom.
Subjects! Pay attention for your first art lesson!
Assemble yourselves for a group painting.
No products, no advertising , no individuals parading
Choose a relaxed home environment with lush furnishings
Otherwise show the relationships with the subject's permission.
Perfectly still like this you must remain for hours and hours
While the artist paints you within the frame all of your features.
Architecture with archway colomns in the background.
Costumes,garments which are historical or universal.
Set the mood of the painting and that of the viewer.
It is a painting that people would like to live with
in their homes forever.
It is a painting we will all remember,
So be still my dear subjects and dont move a muscle.
Platters of rewards are waiting for you for your trouble.
My love, where have you been all my precious life?
My darling, how have you been through all this strife?
I loved you for so long ago...
What about you, my dear?
Beloved, I used to know...
All the lyrics to your heart beat beating
Without hesitation, without any fear or without a tear
Beloved, you are still in my heart of stone, constantly repeating
Words of love
My love,
Where have you been all my precious life?
My darling,
How have you been through all this strife?
In silence, I call for you
In silence, I call for you
I know it’s out of the blue
But, darling, all I say is true
In silence, I call for you
In silence, I call for you
All of you and me belong together
Although our love strings aren’t forever
Entangle me out of the darkness...
To reveal the light in the abyss
What about you, my dear?
Beloved, I know the trace of your tear
To the trace of your lips without a fear
Memorized the lonesome lyrics to your hefty heart beat beating
Without hesitation, without any fear or without a tear
Beloved, you are still in my heart of stone, constantly repeating
Words of love
My love,
Where have you been all my precious life?
My darling,
How have you been through all this strife?
In silence, I call for you
In silence, I call for you
I know it’s out of the blue
But, darling, all I say is true
In silence, I call for you
In silence, I call for you
All of you and me belong together
Although our love strings aren’t forever
Intimacy takes a long, long time to endure
Through these hardships and tribulations
Intimacy takes a long, long time to find a cure
To these aches, sorrows and frustrations
I encourage you to be trustworthy with me for an eternity
To let go of our past demons of reality and seek a tragedy in reverse
I encourage we find remedy to our lovely serenity
To find the little needle in the haystack before we assume the worse
Oh, my darling angel, how I loved you all my long-lost, love-bound life
Oh, my beloved dear, how can you truly get rid of my bottomless strife?
What did I do to deserve you?
Nothing.
I was a wild spirit,
Filled with negative emotions and desperate thoughts,
Only wishing for death.
What makes me so damn special?
Nothing.
I never did anything for others,
Filled with regret for lost hopes and dreams,
Only wishing for peace.
Why was I chosen?
You picked me up and took me to the light,
Introduced me to faith
And love.
Why did you leave me?
You grew tired of the imperfection and left,
Introduced me to misery
And death.
As momma rises high ,
We freshen from gloomy sleep ,
For it's our wake-up call.
-Ism
Call for Peace:
Johan Vincent Galtung (born 24 October 1930) is a Norwegian sociologist, and the principal founder of the discipline of peace and conflict studies.
Positive Peace is defined as the attitudes, institutions and structures that create and sustain peaceful societies. The same factors that create lasting peace also lead to many other positive outcomes that societies aspire to, including: thriving economies. better performance on ecological measures.
What is Negative Peace? IEP's definition of Negative Peace is understood as 'the absence of violence or fear of violence — an intuitive definition that many agree with, and one which enables us to measure peace more easily.
Societies with high Positive Peace have better outcomes on a range of factors that are considered important, such as better per capita growth, better environmental performance, less civil resistance movements or violent political shocks but also better infrastructure to weather the impact from natural disasters.
https://youtu.be/0PRzlpvHLPE