Best Exceeding Poems
EXCEEDING
in all relationships due right exists
with balance there's always nectar
undue bears always false picture
exceeding brings poison too
in life's mirror depicts true
AN EXCEEDING GREAT ARMY
Because of the missing sword
A soldier falls,
And another,
And another,
And another…
When was their birth?
What hastens their death?
Christ paid the debt
He fought with that sword
Till all forces bow…
But for this missing sword
A soldier crumbles,
And another,
And another,
And another…
They are well dressed:
In military attire
But are armed with brass weapons:
With spears and rifles!
Where is the amour, the shield,
the breastplate, the helmet and the sword?
Yet, for the want of that sword
A soldier falters,
And another,
And another,
And another…
On mountain tops,
Hills and valleys:
Day and night;
Toiling, preparing and waiting
To combat the enemy,
But never search for the missing weapon.
Still, for the want of that sword
A soldier dies,
And another,
And another,
And another…
Their camp is ravaged
Each soldier for his dear life;
The night of horror came
The dawn of victory followed
Each soldier remembers the missing weapon
From their hidey-hole, loudly they scream,
“The sword! The sword!! The sword!!!”
Will the sword ever be found?
No army is declared the Champion
Without going through a battle;
No victory is secured
With the parade of cheap weapons;
Then a soldier returns
And another,
And another,
And another...
And... the SWORD was found
Removed from its sheath; and sharpened
To fight the good fight
And take their rightful place
Then a soldier fights,
And another,
And another,
And another…
Now... the SWORD was found
The army of God has risen
With bleeding skin
And broken bones.
Like the dried bones, they are awake:
Covered with the sinews of faith,
And filled with the breath of fire
To thresh mountains
And dominate their enemies.
Then a soldier lives,
And another,
And another,
And another...
The camp is restored
The enemy is destroyed
An exceeding great army has risen
To root out and to pull down
To destroy and to throw down
To build and to plant…
Then a soldier rejoices,
And another,
And another,
And another...
Miracles lift a sullen mind and spirits touch the doors of the doleful heart
tears of the rain subside and rays of the sun surely enlighten the soul of desperation
longing for departure of adversities, restoration of wellbeing will commenced
hope has its power and will earmark it’s cornerstones to create blessings
upon which prayers can exceed hopelessness and become a pillar
Oh, what a lovely web we dost weave
When first we practice to deceive.
What, on our next try, we conceive
Is too much B.S. to believe.
walking my eyes
with her legs
finding paradise
is shaved
shaded by
shades worn
and blinders
on both sides
i find by reading
the braille bumps
of your breasts
pezones express
so much then much
much more of
what i can
digest
but wonder of
the greatest
success of
the one who
thought of
selling sun
glasses to
the blind