Best Detriment Poems
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
My brothers and I, and our mates the other three,
They wore a different uniform the colour grey
Yet here in purgatory a smile from them being free
Oh to remember how we all played at the creek
Although their parents with different points of view,
The six of us born within sight of ‘Clinch mountain peak’
Our lot raised to suit the uniform of blue.
We faced each other on the battlefield of ‘Bull Run’
Ne’er a smile of recognition as the rifles reflect,
This is realism in a war of detriment with a gun
Following advice from those in power we respect.
Cannot speak for the others but the bullet caused me pain
Far worse than the wounds with wooden swords when fought,
At least first to go didn’t witness how each were slain
Nor with vigour their efforts from the way we were taught.
So here we are all standing before our beloved God
Waiting to enter heaven having shouldered the blame,
We’ve played our earthly role and carried opinions hod
Never the time to become adult when playing their game.
Thank you Eve Roper
for contest and inspirational first line.
Entered Mark Toney's sponsored
2022 poetry marathon mile 8 contest
poem written 2020
17/7/2022
Sometimes Truth
is a bit too enlightening,
eyes preferring haze
over prickly points
of stunning beams –
when the
heart in shadow, a slow
peep can be preferred over a
sharp glare,
though the caution of the
heart, can be detriment to clarity,
also a survival skill taught
by wilderness wandering --
Compassion is not always
truthful…
sometimes best a lie --
like seasons and night and
day – the ice, a slower thaw --
Love first
and never be wrong….
Crying in the Rain
Lurking behind the curtain of world war ;
You cheer to a Monday Night Raw;
Dancing to the melody of anarchy;
You close your senses to impending waterloo,
Completely deaf to the screams of mother earth
Who is subdued by industrial rape; she echoes dearth...
Forlorn sky weeps on; threatening oxygen depletion at the detriment of ocean life.
Father sun rages on; amidst earth's strife...
Refugee camps replace loving homes;
And mats replace comforting foams
Chibok continues to wail for her missing daughters;
As valiant khakis rummage the forest of Sambisa...
The mantra of change echoes on amidst chains:
As a fraction of the world cry in the rain...
Flora and fauna looks on in docility,
As humanity continue to dance to the melodies of calamity.
In blindness there is no peace
I walked in blindness
Upon the earth in darkness
For I only served myself.
I walked in ignorance
Upon the road of arrogance
And I never saw your stance.
I walked in judgment
Upon the law of confinement
But I never saw your detriment.
I walked in doubt
Upon a land in constant drought
Longing for a water spout.
I walked in fear
Upon a path quite unclear
That brought me to my knees.
I opened my eyes to see
Upon a wish to make a plea
And I saw your eyes full of tears.
I opened my eyes to read
Upon the look of an anguished sea
And I understood your story.
I opened my eyes to stand
Upon the will to hold your hand
And found we can both mend.
I opened my eyes to learn
Upon the light of knowledge earned
That a friend gained is a priceless return.
I walked into your path
Upon the hand of destiny’ s cast
And I entered the garden at last.
We walked into divine light
Upon which our heart soars high
Now we can see eye to eye.
By CarolineCécile, Nov. 12, 2007.
Dear God, please grant me Your wisdom*, without defilement
…but so pure along sanctification’s fulfillment
Teach me Your truth against sinfulness-detriment
…never fallacious in assuring my redemption’s eternal settlement!
Oh, I need Your wisdom, without turmoil
…but so peaceable along spirituality’s oil
Lead me from downfalls that eviscerate my strength in distress-spoil
…for my surrendered servanthood’s joyful toil!
Give me Your wisdom, without rudeness
…but so gentle along charity’s kindness
Forgive me in my plunge into vanity and worldliness
…as You rescue me from the vortex of hatred’s heaviness!
I beg for Your wisdom, without terror
…but so merciful along patience’s ardor
Instructing me with Your principles of honor
…that direct my curious soul for discernment’s fervor!
Uphold me by Your wisdom, without damage
…but so good along fruitfulness’ package
Drive me to Your standards of heavenly advantage
…while guarding me from compromises that tantalize my spiritual courage!
I need Your wisdom, without partiality
…but so fair along judgment’s authority
Illumine me thru Your holiness shining with integrity
…to confront deceits that bewilder with their destructive falsity!
Thank you for Your wisdom, without hypocrisy
…but so honest along Scriptures’ supremacy
Enlighten me midst stain of scarlet secrecy
…for my Christian walk’s virtuous consistency!
*1Chronicles 22:12 Only the LORD give thee wisdom and understanding...
June 24, 2018
3rd Place, "8-Word Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/29/2018.
I wish someone would explain
To me how we can spend
Billions of tax dollars
On space exploration
When we can’t even figure
Out how to erase hunger
And poverty.
Who sets our priorities anyway?
Could someone please tell me
How it is we have the research dollars
Dedicated solely to the detriment
And destruction of whole cultures
But we’ve no way of curing
AIDS, Cancer, or the common cold?
Who’s in charge here?
Can anyone give me the reason
Why society insists on medical advances
In plastic surgery while so many
Still can’t afford basic healthcare
And die because of it?
Where is our leader?
How is it that we can find Jupiter,
Study its molecular structure,
But still can’t find an answer
For alternative fuel sources?
Is everyone sleeping?
While we continue to battle
For world-wide sovereignty,
Our own people collapse.
What happened to integrity?
Is there hope
For the next seven generations?
God, I hope so.
August 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Jeremiah 46-52
Key Verse – Jeremiah 47:6 O thou sword of the LORD, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? put up thyself into thy scabbard, rest, and be still.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR QUIETING ME
Thank You for quieting me from restlessness
Due to sinfulness’ oppressiveness
As you reprove my soul against selflessness
By Your loving kindness.
Thank You for quieting me from anxiety
Due to transgressions’ enmity
As you check my heart against vanity
By Your gracious authority.
Thank You for quieting me from destruction
Due to abominations’ corruption
As you increase my faith against obstruction
By Your powerful redemption.
Thank You for quieting me from idolatry
Due to pride’s entry
As you rebuke my fear against valor in stewardship infantry
By Your biblical ministry.
Thank You for quieting me from indolence
Due to sluggardness’ prevalence
As you discipline my attitude against insolence
By Your righteous opulence.
Thank You for quieting me from hypocrisy
Due to contentment’s deficiency
As you mold my character against inconsistency
By Your tender mercy.
Thank You for quieting me from detriment
Due to worldliness’ involvement
As you appraise my commitment against shallow engagement
By Your eternal investment.
August 5, 2022
Joy and pain…
Sun and rain…
Love and disdain-
Opposites existing simultaneously
To its own detriment.
One cancelling out the other…
Parasitic and unevenly yoked.
Through thick cumulative clouds
I was the sun…
The flow of light
In and out of her rain…
Creating rainbows of
Misty colors between
Our different mediums
We clash…
Much like the uneven
Heating of the Earth’s surface
As cold meets warm-
A flow of wind between
Our boundaries
That violently blows…
Juxtapose-
I'm torn across axis yet to exist,
Or had once been, since been replaced,
By a sense of self and lack thereof,
When we, by they encased.
Cleavage adorned in modest terms,
Abreast as if more than one.
Still less than two, duplicitous you,
Less I divide by hegemon.
Senses shook, a daily wage,
Of war: be both me and we?
An ancient oath neither new nor folk,
Balanced in breath and breathe.
But neath the solemn sour safety,
Of comfort feigning folly's fiction.
Forces fractured by focused fascists,
Portent predative predilection.
Between divides by you and I,
A smaller font you'll find.
Who's letters miss the passerby,
But slip into the mind.
Conquered race and gender lines,
Further feathered along behaviors;
Soaked in Sun Tsu solar signs,
Matrimony meets our savior.
Boots worn by oceans born,
Mediterranean leather-flavor;
Curing gold from suckled horn,
Mammalian mouths may never savor.
Viral loads in swarming codes,
Placental detriment,
Tossed up population nodes,
Waning wax and excrement.
I walked into the door,
Shut it hind before the shore;
Horus hocus pocus drawer,
Before I knew internal roar.
Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
I met a Bard of ancient time
who sang to me in mystic rhyme
as we climbed the mountain road.
He told me tales from long ago
of hidden dragons far below
he bestowed in soulful ode.
Now I had heard the dragon tale
and said to him, let truth prevail
without ale tell me the lore.
With no drink to exaggerate
I want the legends of our fate
tell it straight I did implore.
Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
He sang of the hidden secret
Three mysteries that have been kept
ne'er forget this land is blessed.
While Bran remains in the White Hill
of London, foes or evil will
their blood spilled, shall not progress.
The bones that lie beside the sea,
Blessed Gwerthefyr, shall keep us free
liberty, for all of time.
And the dragons one red, one white,
buried in Eryri one night
by Ludd's might and magic rhyme.
Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
The dragons' war raged underground
Red against white, without a sound
'til unbound, from Earth they flew.
White against red, their battle fought,
supreme power, the prize they sought
as death brought red's triumph through.
The Welsh Dragon, so wise and red,
fair means and true your blessings said
fortune spread though all of Wales.
For those of foul heart and intent
a dragon's curse of detriment
that shall vent their lands with gales.
Cherish her land, lovely boy!
Never let them come destroy!
Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy!
Sing aloud your heart and joy!
The knowledge I have given man
empowers him
to chart his own destiny
Will it be for his betterment
or his detriment
I can only wait and see
Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders hardened the
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue.
Our agricultural and peaceful
"green white green", they've turned to
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.
Trump, from afar, is a lunatic, a maniac,
A complete unemotional psychopath.
He talks like an imbecile- a crazy, a loony
A very real alarmist sociopath.
Wanting the people’s adulation, for his ego, his strength,
He talks, his first option war.
For any made up problem, he talks of having no destitute;
He’ll fill his armies with the poor.
Because he knows the people don’t care, they have no warmth,
It's He they will underestimate.
His lack of respect, his lack of empathy, of sense,
He just won’t tolerate.
Other cultures and other societies,
He’ll use Power to your nation’s detriment.
Making the U.S., your country once so proud,
Become so irrelevant.
If I were an elephant, I'd lumber around
Gracefully plodding on my stomping ground
If I were an elephant, I'd flap my ears
High above the savannah with no equals or peers
If I were an elephant, I'd cover myself in mud
I'd clash with other bulls, especially during rut
If I were an elephant, I'd cause a great stampede
Crushing all the poachers before they could succeed
If I were an elephant, I'd collapse all circus tents
And I'd save all pachyderms from being in such events
I wouldn't be arrogant, but elegant and eloquent
I wouldn't be petulant, but prevalently excellent
I wouldn't be negligent or hesitant or feculent
I'd be so affectionate and have an even temperament
I'd be the most eminent in my thought development
I'd never be a detriment to a human settlement
I would be the most intelligent and it would be self-evident
To the peasant and the president if I were an elephant
12-5-2016
"Missed"
if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.
lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.
the thistle with
its royal violet inviolate crown,
its thorns like swords,
persistent, makes its way
to what little light
endures, holds out,
shoots its way through
the fallout clouds.
it blooms
like a revolution.
never changes its
regiment colour.
beauty in survival
allays arid memories
and relishes the rain
to grow new life;
and like a thistle
the petals will-o-wisp
like a halo up into
the sky, far away,
but the roots
remain fixed
strong and
militarily resilient,
day after day.
romance comes
in the flurry of snow
falling on an
upturned face,
faith in something
of grace, offers
a smile that sings
still life doesn't exist here,
tongue outstretched
sensually tasting
a poisonous life
remembering
the last naked
tryst and how
one survived
the assassin’s kiss,
though the shooter
didn’t fare that well.
the shooter
perhaps loved
the target,
too much.
the target saw
the transparency,
reality of truth,
a subtle softness
pouring out
in the bleed, could win
through
the atomic
missed.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“This is what comes of military training”, she said, ”born and bred from military - both air and land forces - one becomes habitually practiced and intuitively alert to the enemy's position. Strategically, one is always lethally equipped, both psychologically and physically, in surviving wars on the mortal plane. Particularly, much later in the singularity wars, for a neural neophyte piloting those missions of slippery inter-dimension”.
In the days to follow, this quality in her would stand her well, in both dark and light fields, contradictory yet complimentary, the two warring co-ordinates of the Cross Field in the new domain. It was the place of the in-between worlds, where her mission would be implanted and eventually executed, expeditiously and with great success. Much to her detriment.