Best Creed Poems
Life is like an island
Surrounded by people
Just as water surrounds the land
Sometimes still or confrontational
Making life controversial
Though you feel thoroughly pleased
When all is quiet and non participle
This is written in the friendship creed
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Friends carry you through life
With you good times or when you decide
you need their help, throughout the strife
Quietly waiting by your side,
with advice, you can take or leave aside.
A smile , a hug, always there when you need
Sharing your joys and grief, cry when you cried
This is written in the friendship creed
People we meet along life's path
Make an impression on how we live
Taking care of the future of Mother Earth
leaving a history for the next generation to revive
With futuristic dreams of which planet to live
the wonders of how the future will succeed
Life no longer an island, with friends you survive
This is written in the friendship creed
Linked together makes life flow
Love, life and friendship is what we need
The future is rosy because we know
This is written in the friendship creed
Changed the rhyme on each stanza
Linked life, friends, future together.
Penned 18 April 2015
The path was long and arduous
And night began to veer
O’er trees, and lanes and rusted gates
Its' shadows breeding fear
Unbridled Wind wisped ‘round
Tombstone crosses where
Hissing its’ frustration
Loudly in despair
It sought to nourish fears
The shadows did create
Searching everywhere to find
It’s soul-less night-time mate.
Moonbeam light kissed the Night
Claiming shadows as their child
Together then in lock-step
They bent on running wild
And there, where he awaited
Their cold inspiring touch
With doctrines of all Evils
Firmly in his clutch
The blackness in his heart,
Thumping ‘neath his frock
Soon it’s rancid maladies
The Wind would there unlock
Thoughts of what’s to come
Then twisted lips to smile
Revealing stained and yellowed teeth
Trapping breath so rank and vile
‘twas then The Prince of Avarice
Rose and stood erect
The world would soon be his
To ravage and infect
His eyes of snake, both bespake
Behind their reptile lids
The embrace of the doctrine
For no Evils it forbids
The Wind increased its’ howling
Icy fingers pushing fro
Arranging fallen hopes
Into a dead rouleau
And you and I so un-suspect
Of pending alchemy
Believing we were safe inside
Cocoons of normalcy.
Our naiveté so firmly grasped
Caused us to belie
The chaos we knew not …
‘twas there, and drawing nigh
As Wind fingers touched him
He yelled out his decree:
“ The Prince of Avarice shall reign
And destroy Democracy!”
His school of ghouls, dunce and fools
Clamored to his side
Greed having won the day
Was about to take It’s ride!
Greed, first blessed the banks
And Wall Street did rejoice
The Prince of Avarice then silenced
All protestor ‘s voice
With lies and propaganda
All fabricated well
Then all the bankers rang
The borrowers death knell
Morgan Stanley, AGI,
Then ‘twas Goldman-Sachs
Raking in what Greed gave out:
Billions in green-backs.
Glutted bankers,
Through laughter Greed had honed
Uncaringly showed the world
A prediction - their prodrome
Of broken dreams, foreclosure schemes
Insuring that which failed
But jobs the cost, as homes were lost
And not a banker jailed.
Still the creed:
That serves you salt not from tears,
That decorates you not with fakes,
That builds you castle not in the air,
Quenches your thirst not with mirage-
Buoyancy that keeps you afloat,
Oasis from which you forever fetch-
Love is still the creed.
Still the creed:
That gives you edge to triumph,
And buys you admiration far and near,
And stands by you in battle field
Provides you succour in distress,
Bliss like sleep,sleep like slumber;
Quoted price on paradise share-
Truth is the creed.
Still the creed:
Shield from worldly trauma
Visor against its deadly sword
Spring of honour and laurel;
Moon shines at work in the night,
Sun shines at work in the day,
Man shines by the work he does-
Work is still the creed.
Still they are the creeds:
Work,truth and love.
23rd Nov,2014.
Weeks slip
Dreams flip
Again & again
It'll happen in ten
nine eight seven six
Good little workers pick up sticks
five four three two
Dear little baby, the next one is you
Eat your bread
Go to bed
The clock strikes ten
Again & again
We are free men
Just a' waitin' for when
that whistle gets blown
lettin' us go on home
Where we bow down our faces and give thanks at last
to our Savior, our Comrade, bless'd Iconoclast
Red little hen
You remember when
you told us we should know
that you reap what you sow
"We should have that bread too!"
We demanded of you
Yet you selfishly stood & reminded us that
Idle souls crave, while the earnest get fat
Old ways
By-gone days
We were bound by The Ten
Again & again
We are surely free now
Hen was old anyhow
Now we toil at will
In the field, in the mill
Done away with that moral delusion of old
We've evolved, we are free, we will not be controlled
Now rid from the rule of that fairy Godhead
Our new leader has graced us with Circus & Bread
Gladly we serve that new champion of ours
Who has sworn to deliver us straight to the stars
"1. Simply do as I say
2. And you mustn't to pray
3. And lay down your arms, you're now free from all harms
4. And pay me your dues
5. And allow me to choose, what's best from your head right down to your shoes
6. Give me your blood
7. And your sweat
8. And your tears, For only through I can you live out your years, hand in hand with your brother, your sister, your friend, In prosperity, lightness, and peace till the end
9. And promise to love me with all of your heart
10. Swear that, even in famine, we never shall part"
So we strap on our boots, march in line nice & straight
For our liberator, our darling, The State.
existence unfolding layer by layer
persistence gradually turning into prayer
knowledge transforms into salvation
producing incantations to avoid stagnation
fulfilling that which was religious need
understanding the universe becomes my creed
A Marriage Creed
So now my little Man, you've gotten tired of grass"
LSD, goof balls, hash" and pills. Someone pretending to
be your friend - decided to introduce you to me,
Miss Heorine.
Well honey, before you start fooling around with me, just
let me inform you of how it's going to be. I will
seduce you and make you my slave, I have send men
much bigger than you to their graves.
You think that you can never become a disgrace and end
up like poppy seed waste. You will start inhaling me one
afternoon. You will take me into your arms very soon and
once I have entered deep down in your veins - the craving
for me, will drive almost insane.
You will need lots of money ( as you have been told ) for
darling - I am much more expensive than gold. You will
swindle your mother and just for a buck, you will turn
into something vice and corrupt. You will rob and steal
for my narcotic charm and feel contentment when I am
in your arm.
The day you realize the monster you have become - you
will sollemly promise to leave me alone. If you think that
you have that mystical knack - than darling just try getting
me of your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied up in a knot, the jangling
screaming for just one more shot. The chills and cold sweat, the
withdrawls pains can only be cured by my little white grains.
There is no other way and there is no need to look, for deep
down inside you'll know that you're HOOKED. You will despertely
run to the pusher and then you will welcome me back to your arm
once again and when you return ( just as I foretold ) I'll know that
you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your consceience, your heart and you'll
be mine untill DEATH do us part...
)2/26/2014
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: This will be the last poem that I'll
write on this. I don't want to bore you.
I just feel that more people need to know
about this problem...
As long as I live
This will never give
I promise to wear my hat and dress
Look my best
And forget about the rest!!!!
Promise to love my style and wear my smile.
I promise to every hat I own
I will never leave you alone
to wear you as often as I can
especially when you're not in demand
I promise to give you all of me
and to love you and cherish you
just wait and see.
I promise to never take you granted
and to bless God, to you in my life he has
planted.
You have not only been just hat's to me,
but you are also my friends.
My hat creed is my love for you will never end.
Fathers creed
With every child I conceive
I will leave behind a part of me
This is my holy grail 2 eternity
What I share and teach
the world will see
I'll die knowing
This is my Contribution
To help build a better society
My aspirations is to instill characteristics
That are moral up-right and true
Walk beside them and guide them
Teach them how to pick the ripest fruits
Reveal that the best things in life are free
And believe none of what they here
Only what they see
So when it's their time to leave my house
I'll be secure in my fatherhood
B/c I raised my kids from the inside/out
Feed me, feed me the slot machine said.
You'll get lots of money and get really ahead.
Just a few more dollars that you won't miss.
My bright lights and sounds bring you such bliss.
Leaving the machines I sat down at a table.
The gambling here may just be more stable.
But try as I might - the cards wouldn't show.
Now what could I do - where could I go?
To these games of chance they say I'm addicted.
But truly I say to you I'm not afflicted!
Off to the races to place a bet.
Somewhere here I've got to win yet!
I've just won a hundred in Casino Town.
Now that only makes me four hundred down.
At a dead run I landed in Bingo.
And at the same time I also played Keno.
The day is over and it's time to rest.
Knowing in this I did my best.
My stomachs empty and my moneys gone.
So for now I'll just say - So Long!
Whose woods these are, I think I know
You'll find her in her garden, though.
The garden one sees driving by,
Is not the same that meets the eye,
Of she who with a spade and hoe
Is possessed with every plant to try.
The work entailed you cannot know,
In making this little garden grow.
Planted it is with toil and tears,
To produce results she's proud to show.
Planned so well throughout the years,
For bitter cold or sun that sears;
Eliminating every weed
Rejoicing as each flower appears.
Following the faithful gardener's creed,
She plants a prayer with every seed.
Anticipating its every need,
Anticipating its every need.
Inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
"say Brian"
what is your poetry creed?"
POETRY IS AN ORAL ART AT ITS BEST WHEN RECITED
it then becomes a two-way unique one-off.experience .
ok then...to the detail-
"So is traditional line capitalisation ok with you?"
In RHYME ..YES..
but NOT otherwise as it creates a natural pause (ie it stilts) & thus disrupts the flow
"presumably thats why wrap-around lines are also a no-no for you? "
YES but mainly they are not visually conducive to read digitally or otherwise!
"Ok,I see that but what have
you got against those five forms
and the like,you know
acrostic,
kyrielle
terzanelle
villanelle
&pantoum etc? "
NOT against them per se
they can be good for a learning exercise,
a bit like scales are important when learning the piano
but are too contrived & mechanical IMHO for our art form
"Yet you like shape,emagi & ekphrasis verse! "
Indeed,they reveal my weakness for art in poetry!
"So why do you appear to dislike prose poetry!"
I don't dislike them as such, the two arts just don't mix for my taste.
"Are there particular forms that appeal?"
Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,footle&hiku*(both in the singular especially)
tanka& American cinquain-will always ring my bell.
& of course
poetry in the OPEN VERSE style
which is what Brian?
**OPEN VERSE uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols relies upon 'the one breath limitation' this intuitive cadence pemits the 'reader' (reciter) to respond in an interpretative - interplay unique to the ' happening
FireFighters Creed:
Alarms screaming.
Birds singing.
But her heart was bleeding.
I held her as she died.
CPR couldn't revive.
How could I save what God wanted taken
away.
Is this how God repays ?
Maybe if I was a minute earlier.
If I didn't take that extra time getting out
the drive.
I would of been able to save this young girls
life.
It haunts me every night.
Pictures of her in the last moments of her
life.
I was pulled away by my fallow brothers in
arms.
Brothers with the FireFighter emblems on
there helms.
Tears roll down my face.
First time is the worst is what they all seem
to say.
But should a 17 year old boy be here in the
first place.
I look in the mirror when all these Questions
race in my brain.
mocking me, Judging me, pointing, laughing,
calling me names.
"Great good job Jess letting her die"
"Well god damn what a terrific guy"
I know it was my choice to enter the service.
But I wish I could of lived a bit first.
-Written By Jesse Gillibrand
This is fragile, please don't touch
Not a little, not a much
But keep in mind that if you ought...
Once it's broken, then it's bought
THIS is my Reality, There are many like it, but this one is
mine,
My Perceptions of it are my best friends and "enemies",
For this is my illusion...
... I must master the balance of my emotions,
My reality, without yours is useless, For lack of mine, yours
seems useless,
Thus inspiring coexistence,
I must evolve my reality anew,
I must shoot straighter than anyone whom conspires
against me,
I must bless ye, lest ye confuse me,
I WILL...
My allies and I realize that what counts on the subliminal
battlefield,
Are not the rounds fired or the smoke they create,
We understand that it is the hits that count.
We WILL win this war…
My reality is of my own design, JUST as I, therein is MY
conception,
Thus, I shall fear no “evil” along the path in the valley of
confusion...
I understand its’ weaknesses, it’s strengths, its strategies,
its accessories,
its sights and its intentions.
I will evolve my reality clean and ready, as I am clean and
ready.
Before God I swear this creed...
My perceptions of self are the defenders of my reality,
We are the masters of thine "enemy", We are the saviors
of mankind.
So be it, until the illusive veil of existence is drawn back
and thine "enemies" subside.
Courage to change the things I can
~Zachary Allen Jackson~
nature liberty
freedom of choice the birds lose
dinosaur blood slick
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