Best Courageous Poems
Oh, I admire so, any poet who is willing to be real.
This is my personal, on-going, endless longing!
A poet-soul unafraid to swim against the current!
To stop hiding behind a costume of image-filled words.
And fly in the face of popularity!
A poet who is an eagle that soars, fearlessly.
Rising high, high above the poet crowd and realizes,
A poet's heart is human and needs ever so much more!
September 14, 2019
Strangers are attacking me;
ruthless men seek my life—
men without regard for God. Selah
Psalm 54:3
GOD SEES THE COURAGEOUS AT WORK
Wild-eyed disregard for God —
The mocking tone, the spittoon.
The leering eyes —
they’re tiger’s eyes.
They plop near the weights —
the courageous snakes, and
throw balls of cannon smoke.
They hope that we will choke.
The courageous throw acid
in a virgin’s angelic face.
The courageous pounds their rusted
nails into fragile wrists and ankle saints —
these innocents whose haloed guardian’s
see the illuminated face of almighty God.
The courageous divide fetus parts,
roll them like dice, put them on display.
The courageous pillage, rape and sodomize
thinking if there’s a God, he will see it as sport.
They drink deeply the heart blood and soul
but none can escape the Ancient of Days.
Life is a pit, a mere hole for the courageous
to drown. They’ve looked for a fiery dragon
And he’s been found, awaiting the demise
of as many curs-ed petals he can find.
Selah…
if only for a moment the dead blinked,
the light of day might have saved their hide.
The brokenhearted will feast at the King’s table.
with no need to fear when evil is deceased.
9/24/2019
Dark heart
Onyx bruises
Madd lover
Entrapment fooling
Swollen lips
Teal tears
Indigo ears
Crying years
Violet prayers
In shelters
Only light
Love weathered
Emerald eyes
Need sleep
Courageous flight
Embracing peace
C- Confidence in achieving your goal.
O- Optimism~that is it is within reach.
U- Upwardness is all you allow
yourself to see.
R- Resolute in catching that star~
that dream.
A- Assurance that you have what it takes.
G- Gratitude in each step toward success.
E- Enthusiasm is how you lead
yourself and your team.
O- Optimism is the watchword of
your day.
U- Unfailing to keep your eye on the prize.
S- Spirituality plus, humility that you
need God in all you pursue.
September 23, 2020
3:30pm PST
Be Courageous Above All in everything
You do and become involved in since the
Inverse of doing this is often anathema
To leaning forward and getting things
Done and becoming a viable and vibrant
Force in your own life which is so important
Since we all have just this one chance
Within our mortal coil known as “life”
To make things happen and to make a
Difference and so the message should be
Why wait because the positive impact
You have on yourself can have that
Wonderful alchemic by-product on
Others you know and interact with
In our finite cosmos of the Human
Endeavor and so standup for your
Beliefs and ideas but always be
Polite and gracious to others since
These attributes go a very long way
In helping one to get things done and
In achieving goals both big and small
And so—Be Courageous Above All
Since you only live once with your
Current Soul Body on this most finite
Mortal Earth Plane! (And don’t forget
To laugh at yourself from time to time!)
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 12, 2014) (Didactic Verse poetic format)
The lady was brave as she could be
And she went down in history
As one who stood up for her race
The whites said she should know her place
She boarded the bus like all the rest
Not knowing she'd be put to the test
The bus driver yelled back with a frown
"Get up you four,let this man sit down"
The driver and man were white of course
But Rosa refused to respond to force
She knew in her heart that she had a right
So she quietly sat there prepared for the fight
Rosa Parks knew what this would cause
To boldly ignore the Jim Crow laws
Thus a city bus boycott began
Martin Luther King Jr. became her fan
In Montgomery,Jim Crow's called unfair
Some think the rights movement began there
When a lady courageous remained in her seat
Refusing to give herself up to defeat
And so in December of fifty five
The civil rights movement became alive
When Rosa and all the other brave souls
Would go down in the history rolls
* for Carolyn and James's "History " contest
My tears of gratitude incessantly have flowed
at these, your tenderly written intrepid words
Lifted my wilted feathers to fly with noble birds
For, ever with illness thrust upon my life was sowed
I’ve stood my ground and could not then be mowed
In childhood words were tossed; barbs were thrown
could weakness of body be my spirits only path?
Shoulders broad to shield my pain and wrath
I ran for shame to hide my broken plaintive moan
To relive those days in secret when I’m grown
Through cancers grasp I reaped the winning fight
Release my sigh on lifted wings sewn tenacious strong
You thought me weak, now see how you were wrong
My faith has led me through my challenged night
With torch in hand I reach to touch the dancing light
9-4-2020
Courage Contest- Chantelle Anne Cooke
I had to be courageous as a lion
when I felt like a small kitty inside.
I had to fly really high in the sky
when I was afraid of heights.
I had to jump in the big ocean
when I couldn't even swim.
I had to open my heart to love
when I needed a heart transplant.
*Photo 3
Inspired the " Free Verse or Rhyme" contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
5-1-19
A Turning Point & Voice Lives On
In Arizona’s desert land,
A faithful son was born to stand,
With Scripture held within his heart,
God’s truth would be his counterpart.
At eighteen years, with courage true,
He launched a dream both bold and new,
To wake the youth from slumber deep,
And teach them freedom’s vows to keep.
From stage-to-stage, and state-to-state,
He proclaimed what makes our nation great,
With microphone and fearless voice,
He made defending truth his choice.
Like Jesus, who at thirty-three
Was killed upon Calvary’s tree,
At thirty-one, young Charlie fell
For speaking truths he knew so well.
A husband loving, father dear,
With Erika he held most near,
Two children blessed his faithful home,
Though duty called his heart to roam.
He taught us all to raise our voice,
To make bold courage our own choice,
“Stand up! Speak out! Don’t hide in fear!
Let freedom’s message ring out clear!”
Though silenced by an assassin’s hand,
His legacy spreads through our land,
In every voice he helped to find,
His boldness echoes in our mind.
So when we speak where Charlie spoke,
And lift high truth’s unbroken yoke,
His spirit marches on with us,
In Christ’s glory victorious.
The torch he lit burns ever bright,
In those who choose to stand and fight,
For God and country, truth and right—
Charlie’s voice lives on in light.
in complete darkness
beyond the veiled horizon —
a perfect sunrise
The death of courageous
The defeat of a nation
Joy and victory in exile!
It was late summer night
In a valley near Darmstadt
Riding his horse our brave knight
Heading home from an other fight
Rich of glory though in need for a mite
He noticed a strange twinkling light
He wondered what was that
He walked to it
there was a girl in the site
Like an angel dressed in white
In ropes she was so tight
By an evil man on her right
He was reciting a devilish rite
To the devil of hate
That he was trying to reanimate
In no time evil man was out of sight
Our knight pulled his sword out
Show your face, he shout
To the girl he went straight
Saying to her it is alright
My name is Ekkehardt
And what is yours? She said Margrit
Who or what was that devil kite
She said hi is my cousin Hackett
And he wanted me under his fiat
I'm the daughter of Lord Amet
The head of the music lovers institute
Her voice suddenly bate
Hackett behind them to bite
But Ekkehardt stood up for Hackett
Saying hey you naught
Be away from Lady Margrit
The knight's sword became so bright
Fired lightning which hit Hackett
And evil turned tail filled with fright
Ekkehardt saved Lady Margrit
And she became his sweetheart
And he was her soulmate
Everything got back to be quite
In the valley near Darmstadt
A German tale I tried to narrate
But wait
Still not that quiet
Hear evil sound coming from that height
To be continued..........
Joseph had died
and a new Hebrew king did come
But the Israelites were so frustrated and tired
Of being under the proverbial gun
The Pharoah the head Egyptian in charge
Then made a decision
He order all of the midwives
To go out and do a kill mission
But the midwives who were women of God
Defied this horrifying request
As it went against everything they believed in
Which is sacred and blessed
And because Shiprah and Puah the two women who
Embraced their civil disobediency
Hebrew genocide was prevented
And Moses lived to give his people the victory
Embrace your calling
By being confident in your position
To have an attitude of such magnitude
In fulfilling your mission
Allowing nothing and no one
To set you apart
From the purpose and the promise
That God has placed in your heart
Embrace your calling
By being audacious, brave and cocksure
About your destiny
And what for you God has in store
Now standing courageous
Unshakeable and bold
Only doing that which
By the Holy Spirit you've been told
To not follow the dictates
Of petty and evil men
Trusting in the Lord God
To always give you the win
Embrace your calling
By staying faithful and true
To the direction and design
That God has determined for you
EMBRACE YOUR CALLING
I am a survivor! The over comer of the worst!
From Cape to Cairo! I know there is east to west!
My destiny is not yet reachable though not perishable
I may look miserable yet i am reasonable
All i have is curiosity aiming to be generosity
I am now a demander but soon will be an expander
I am willing to pay my due and sue back my few
In my devastation i stand to be deviation
Hoping that this dramatic moment will soon become gramatic
Even when i am emotional i still keep my devotional
I hear the sound of my failure but not bound to its rhythm
Hound by the pain of losing yet not feeling the wound inside
Humility gives me strength to become utility
Sometimes i think to bash loud though i am scared to dash out
I dare to try harder hence prepared to be bare
For i know that soon i will be above them all just after the moon become the bottom of my light
For i know that i am stable even if i am not yet able
No matter how much i have to spend
As long as it will soon make me depend
In this planet i have to be planted
Knowing that my perfection is not to be judged by percentage
I am willing to define my weakness
As that will make me a divine survivor
In my diary i keep on writing
Not forgetting the dairy that gives me strength
Like broken pieces of stone i rubbles down
So quick i will pick up those pieces and bubble back
When tomorrow come all my sorrows will fade away
That is when i will rumble away my crumbled life
And become reliable to my reality again
For the courageous
The worst adversities
Provide the most
Fertile soil
For the achievement
Of excellence
Of mind and character.