Best Crusading Poems
Silence may turn into storms, must I worry?
A lioness soul bends an untamed temperance,
a fierce rage I bury, populist of pure purpose permanence
so do go gentle on me ‘O judgest condemner
I stand with tenets of truth, humanity’s sustainer
not a raging tempest, nor dying light
but an empowering responsive receptor
these spearmint arrows bolt through blight
a polished persona of armor I don
not the helmet of a hypocrite of bone or ivory
but leather boots built to march into Gehenna
the Fiery, for harrowing heavenly causes
Perfidious, I let you keep the repute given me
the rebel rouser fits me well
The prophet himself, p e r s e c u t e d,
whilst he ruffled feathers and raised hell
There’s an ineffable effigy
to whom I bow, sovereign Lady Liberty
her crown, radiant rays jut like the sun
an aureole flickers of freedom
windows of gems like sacral chakras
I, this blatant believer reverts to rebellion
crusading for campaigns and fair elections
with this, I’ve conquered the storm within
11:59 The doomsday clock tics an AI timer,
a hoax yells the denier's lying tongue
I mustn’t keep silent, moksha can we revisit this later?
give me a bit more time to repent
Amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
upon dried maples I walk error-free
our veins spread outward, I roll up my sleeves
alongside rebels alike we fight the king of terrors
Swamiye your sacred motive fills my soul,
with me unseeker are your fragrant prayers
the holy hills call, c o m e, yet I stay
at summit’s foothills with seeker sayers,
raised voices not in praise for the divine, not with joy do we sing,
but with sinful pride we chant harmoniously, no kings!
Some consecrate the carnage
Of war and infantry;
Or the argosy of navy’s
Crusading far at sea.
Battles have their triumph
When the gun is in the glove,
But the pageantry of war
Can't replace that crush called love.
For love holds more than power
It invades the soul within;
While the slaughter of mankind
Is extrinsic in its sin.
So, then my heart must follow
To the one who waits for me,
And the silence that's between us
Gives peace eternally.
MYSTIC ROSE
Muses sent via conquest.
You have your desire.
Squaddie of a definite stance
This you would deny.
Is it the way I interweave
Crusading my cause?
Rousing your intellect seem to be not that hard.
Ornery is a word I dare not apply.
So I enter your challenges with a purpose in mind.
Every gale I have partaken, I seem to always leave denied.
Mystic Rose, you are highly favored.
I like the ideals you compile.
So I will enter those that captures the signs of the times.
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Penned January 30, 2015!
As I am only a child of God…
Praise and worship is given to the Lord.
Life would be vacated without Jehovah.
A null existence is an emptied soul.
Crusading on the battlefield for the all-powerful.
Exquisite is the passionate exhibited in admiration.
Isn't he marvelous?
Noetic to our intelligence, how we do relate.
The Almighty God is strength and salvation.
He designed my mind to be innovative.
Everlasting faith is given to our creator.
Sheltering me from the evil of the universe,
Unless I walk in an unsafe world.
Nature springs forth a place in the sun where ambiance belongs to the Lord.
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penned on January 09, 2015!
Ignorant Madness
I thought initially and first my worst fear is fear of fear
that is too global though and I hold dear the fear quite near
misguided far on global planet humankind removed from sanity
with ignorance and fighting firing greed destruction vanity
This morning I woke up to UK Brexit xenophobia social exclusion
and am afraid of nationalism egotism and infused perfusion
of hatred mongering of warfare propaganda into mindless mind
when harmony and peace togetherness cohesion would be kind
Compassionate and loving sharing compromising stance solutions
on cooperation refuges disaster poverty are better contributions
to equal chances on the planet kindness love and loving kindness
rather than deluded independences of ‘us and othering’ blindness
My anxiety and fears stem from history crusading slaughter
with crosses skeletons marching fascists many poppy fields to water
On every TV screen we cannot fail to notice killing for no reason
bleeding hungry marginalized annihilation genocidal treason
I fear more wars on the horizon bloodshed fused insanity the maiming
of humans peoples nations countries dignity when inhumanity needs taming
First prize to fear of wars destroying Universe my children and what could be
so beautiful if we would feel could reason use some empathy and see…
Under sun's warm breath and winter's frozen moon
To the river's fast current and society's torment
I promised to enshrine you in my cocoon-
Save you when all others' did circumvent.
They saw you exhausting and jaded
A mind turned mad- full of tragic despair
I knew you as exuberant and unweighted
Full of life, love and amiable flair
I loved you- serving was no favor
I sought to be your crusading savior-
Dear friend- you were so frail
Tried though, laboriously,
fate had another plan -
In the end, my friend, you- I failed.
For the Nailed or Failed contest by Black Eyed Susan
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016
For the lost they lead
On the path set by their lord
For the oppressed they bleed
Modern masons marching forward
For the hungry they feed
Brave crusading knights
Templar invaders
Entrance through Masonic rites
European crusaders
Selfless attitude ignites
Fraternal in one accord
Brave crusading knights
On the path set by their lord
Constructing gothic sites
From the west marching forward
Sshhhhh!!!
Wait patiently
I don't want the stars to overhear us,
they'll fuss like phantoms
if they hear the future between us,
you know, I began as a palmist in Persia
the money was good, the hand lines were thick
and the future didn't waste time on lies
but if the king's court caught you crusading,
if they heard hersey of heresy
from the palmistry you provided to the people
then they'd cut your hands off,
okay, I found the oracle of the Alpha and the Omega...
J.A.B.
My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia Minor's wars of attrition
The venal nature of imperial Rome's persuasion
Crucifying a few, targeted rebels for cultural ingratiation
Devout, gentile Europeans crusading to Biblical heritage's door
Defacing cross with predations in route, arriving uplifting banner 'gainst infidel Moor
Normans in hordes splashing across the chilly, English channel tides
Under William the Conqueror's mantra, bridging the Anglo-Saxon divide
god, made in mans illusion
our egocentric minds create
deities of grand delusion
or of demonizing enemies
up before we find our cause
totalitarian reign of gods
or democratic masochists
finding naught but disappointment
together bound somnambulists
heretical self rightousness
ever bring faithful relief
machinations or delusions
always shifting to belief
crusading fanatics, blindly follow
him with nothing more to gain
i have forsaken you
never to find faith again
every time we need a monster
Valentine Attributes
Crusading dictations
Gathering together
Professing devotions
Arousing emotions
Holiday flourishing
Underlined greediness
Commercial dictated
Composing emotions
Weariness withstanding
Tirelessly pretending
Valentine’s forgotten
Closeted emotions
Copywrite @ Debra Squyres 2013
Writing inspired by Seren Roberts Three Syllable writing on the blog.
CHRISTIAN
Concern,compassion,comfort
CHARITY !
Commitment,consensus,concord
COMMUNITY !
Comunion,converse,counsel
CONNECTIONS !
Constant,candid,confession
CREED !
Conviction,contentment,completeness
CARPUS !
Contributor,curative,crusading
CHARISMA !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !
re post inspired by Constance lates contest
Another year has marched out of my life.
A crusading warrior making his way back home,
Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.
Trampled valleys where dreams once stood.
In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,
Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.
Ideas, floating like a fine dusting of snow,
Forming a light covering on my bed of anticipation.
In swept the Ides of Spring laden with promises.
Storms tossing my wants in a turbulent sea of needs.
I planted my seeds with the expectancy of progression,
Hoping to find nourishment for my battered soul.
Summer scorched a path through my life
Bringing passion and potential to my fertile soil
Growing, thriving, reaching for the budding of fulfillment
Hopes alive, green and fresh, standing tall against adversity.
Autumn flew in on the winds of a changeling,
Taking the abundance and leaving a barren field.
Stripped of optimism, I wander in the fields of despair,
Wondering where my footpath led me astray.
Yes wicked winter with your freezing rains.
You beat against me, leaving blisters in your wake.
But Spring will return, of this I am certain,
Bringing with it the possibilities of contentment.
Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed
Gliding knife grease fixed current kestrels
Impotent motor pendulums drowsy matelot
Vacating tranquillity served seas slow
Exoteric tampers spatula flat vapid vessel
Crusading armada cruise aquatic canyon
Rigid crucifix mast meanders evangelical
Illusive land sinks split quills, sodalite inkwell
Top-gallant swallowed, whale snack plankton
Inert surrender line honours, hundred strong
Quelled by existence Earth centric
Universe of solar centre offensive
Encourages complacent latent symposium
Rigging ties tradition to methods regaled
Order drifts on brittle fine line filament
Oceanic only planet confirms familiar
Moribund remains phobic, slick oil sailed
18th February
Fear of Anarchy
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