Best Gehenna Poems
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Nightmares of young did press your eyes to close,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Today we mourn for you, with hearts half-mast,
Today your joy above joins here our woes.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Now Zion holds you in its streets, so vast,
Your withered hands and shining soul repose.
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Gehenna reaps none of what it has cast,
Sheol takes skins and God what he now sows.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
The space where you once stood won’t fill so fast,
Your words will warm in us what hate once froze,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Go meet Allah and He, your loves, in grassed,
Unfettered fields. Your death on Earth now shows
The world did wear you down and on you passed,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Categories:
gehenna, funeral, lifegod, world, allah,
Form:
Villanelle
First descent
had every bone crushed,
as a true descent must do.
Second descent
was of a toxin
placed neither by devil nor god.
Third descent, fourth, and beyond,
were of increasingly greater craft
and increasingly greater uncertainty.
I lay in the soil,
assimilated into
the common grave of mankind.
I vanished into the worms,
the stench ought to have killed me,
yet abjectly I survived.
And thereafter I saw the hereafter,
and I would not withstand
the finality of Gehenna's flames.
In a deathly moment of failure,
I returned from the grave,
for I hadn't the might to remain.
6th September 2018
Categories:
gehenna, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The Parting
Exodus 14
We stand sweating and thirsty by the shore
At the setting of Ra
A setting we’ve always anticipated
Bringing a glimpse of beauty to each day of toil
Beauty now eclipsed by a plumage of fire
Baking our scarred backs
Reflected heat scorching past us
To turn the red waters aflame
Red mixing with yellow
Glistening and churning
What Gehenna must look like
For it was the beginning of the end when Moses came
Since his God awakened from prolonged slumber
Awakened no doubt by the prayers of devout widows
Widows who still believe the stories about Joseph
And safe-keep his bones
But there’s no denying recent events
I thought we hated the Egyptians
But not compared to Moses’s God
And now what’s left of them are here
We hear their horses neighing, their muffled screams of insults and threats
All brought here by the same whirlwind of destiny
That besets us both
And now it is night
The reds and the yellows fade to black
Vibrant colors swept away by wind
And such a wind
Spraying the salt into our faces
Immersing us, maddening us further with thirst
Hour after hour after cursed hour
Ra returns at last
Revealing a scene we will never forget
We face a gauntlet of dry ground
The sea blown aside by relentless gales
The ground covered with clinging seaweed, craggy rocks, and freshly-dead fish
Shrieking seagulls are feasting and swarming like locusts
Holy smoke it is impressive
We stand agape for a moment
Then into this valley the old step first
Slow progress, stumbling, dodging, climbing
Walking through collateral damage
Frequently looking back
Expecting to be overrun by our oppressors
Ra sets again
We all have crossed
We turn and face the sea, now filling again
Swirling with them, horses and men
Gasping for air, dying one by one
Our tears unexpectedly cover the ground
Mourning a common humanity, a shared sorrow
And we feel again the heat on our backs
Heat from the endless desert, from an unknown fate
But O God
Still we thirst
Categories:
gehenna, conflict, pain, religious,
Form:
Free verse
There are always repercussions for those who commit wrongs
Those who lie like a snake, forked tongue like deadly prongs
The evil ones who sin, who sooner or later must pay the price
for atrocities against mankind, the cost of their immoral vice.
The rat has been caught. For his fiendish actions he will answer.
May he be tortured by much pain in the war he fights with cancer.
I'm with those who think a demon's life is not one worth saving.
I hope he will be well aware of the white flag Russia will be waving.
What fate but death should be the penance for anyone who slays?
Putin is the greedy maniac who set an innocent country ablaze.
If he is cleared of his ailment, God's hand will never set him free,
for he will never know a moment of peace in Gehenna... for eternity.
Categories:
gehenna, evil, war,
Form:
Rhyme
II. Paralysis U[sic]
Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart;
Linger now with me, thou Beauty,
On the sharp archaic shore.
Surely 'tis a wastrel's duty
And the gods could ask no more.
If thou lingerest when I linger,
If thou tread'st the stones I tread,
Thou wilt stay my spirit's hunger
And dispel the dreams I dread.
You
Touch me: crown me a King David that never lusted for Bathsheba.
You
Spit me: a gloam streak of magma to fade ‘way into this withering world.
You
Comfort me: a lone piece of pollution skirting 'round the Hudson River.
You
Murder me: crown me with your startling thorns, then viddy my Arbor Cruoris.
Yet You
Know me: the outlier; the castaway; the Monster of Victor.
You.
Out of those mere flickers ‘leashes Gaia's roiling green;
of breath,
such softness as spooled in heavens only we can dream.
Eclipsing fire by water lyre: siren of yore sans ill intent—The Elixir,
the eternal giver of felicity, ambrosia solace, lustrous Pleiades, 777, &c.
I implore, hear now my prayer:
Do remain that sunny Ark,
and give not your essence true
to that Scar—hark! Neither unto the White Shark. Call me Ishmael
Evermore
in this hilted world of horror
that knows best only of war: the abysmal yonder, yet—
O’er Gehenna prevails: a Genesis
U Exist My Paralysis
Categories:
gehenna, beauty, blessing, color, joy,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
It is by whatever mankind has learned to be true from our shown universe, an acknowledgment of such, - most assuredly comes only through his contemporaries previously noted and numerous scientific failures. Likewise then, the same shall stand for those who continually seek to question what powers the Word of God, providence will show more than a certain probability, - the recorded measure of their lacked faith and eventual pitching of soul into the Valley of Gehenna - long forgotten by life!
Categories:
gehenna,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sanctify the begriming blood that churns within my decomposing channels.
Douse my life in the distilled downpour of the holy.
Spike my transgressions to the cross.
Let them hemorrhage in crucifixion.
I can no longer carry the burden of iniquity.
Let my soul spread wings and soar away into the nirvanas.
Keep me from blackening in the magma of Gehenna.
Relieve me of eternal desertion in the onyx abyss.
I cannot tolerate to face Lucifer upon his throne.
Pull me away from the heat of the blaze.
Lay me down on the silky luxury of the cloud.
Absolve my sins.
Liberate my ghost.
Forgive me.
No.
Categories:
gehenna, religion, sympathy, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
It is whatever mankind has learned true from our shown universe, an acknowledgment of such, - comes only through his contemporaries previous numerous scientific failures. Likewise then, the same shall stand for those who continually seek to question what powers the Word of God, providence will show more than a certain probability, - the recorded measure of their faith and eventual pitching into the Valley of Gehenna - long forgotten in death!
Categories:
gehenna, allusion, analogy, universe,
Form:
Prose
Had i known; angels
went on errands;
Indolent my flesh
must
grow,
Surf in wealth of no
labour to show
Stuck to my solfa with
popcorn bowl,
Watch my polo
squeezed to no
damp,
My belle filled with
not
hassle.
I choose to live like
Pharaoh and his
knights.
My poemdom on one
dais, much better;
A pinacle; spill my ink
for my only labour.
My imagination; hope
not as lucifers'
Gehenna! No o!
Even as i spill my
restless ink
I hear not all errand
they honour.
O! How imaginations
please my unlanguid
mind.
Categories:
gehenna, absence,
Form:
ABC
I FEEL NO BILLOW:
Obvious smile covering enormous of feelings.
Shadows on the wall tells 'bout what could be happening.
Self-isolation mobilised for a painstaking decision.
Children of destitute parents on gruesome mission;
Fantasies and fallacies boosting men for filching,
Selling souls for vainglories all of a sudden.
I'm clinged to a belligerence as proud cudden,
My hope, my goals really strictened and patterned.
Need no crowd to choose me to their party.
Scope of brilliancy stems up my solitary;
Ground of comfort that moulds my pedigree.
My partnerial souls covered by fervent prayers;
My wife, children and few friends are the best players.
This is a God's given family whose love never perish.
To whom conversely, we have each other cherished.
Literal and abstract stories framed in vital matrix.
Inside the mirror do I stay keenly refurbished.
Calmly take off the specs from your eyes,
And never try get off the log in mine.
No need for a heated mano a mano to survive.
I got to do that by myself at every single time.
Better abstaining from any a brick,
For me not to wallow in the mud set for any pig.
My indicative nounal words rightly aimed,
Really my pure name not a pseudonym.
No room for spiration and blame,
Even Gehenna can't have me flagrated with shame.
Heaven blessing's on the Sparrow;
By the hands of the Almighty I don't gallow.
And the path of the narrow gate do I follow.
"Anderson Solomon", I'm strong and mellow.
Salvation seems steeped yet I feel no billow.
In the Divine glory I ever girdle at a pro Bono.
Categories:
gehenna, beautiful, family, trust,
Form:
Lyric
Head of Department of Discipline,
Manager of Correctional Intervention Division,
Follows orders from on high.
Not an independent entity,
Adversary to the Lord of all people, places, and things,
Appears as a roaring lion looking for someone to devour,
To ensnare us like birds then drag to Gehenna
Just outside the city.
Rather like a thorn in the flesh ordered by God for good,
Delivered by the messenger of Satan to preempt conceit.
Change is rare without pain, repentance as well,
A gift from above to effect good growth
In character, heart, and behavior.
Pain is an alcoholic's friend.
Ask any recovering addict.
Categories:
gehenna, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, eternal empyrean thy thunder rumbles thru the hallucinogenic hells,
Where demons disseminate decadent deeds arising from lament…
As Angels plummet within their pandemonium’s pleasurable thirst,
The battles that lead to wars amidst a miasmatic malignant landscape…
Faithful firmament save us from these condemned calamitous clutches,
For we are mere mortals masquerading as demigods in kingdoms lost…
Bring us forth to Arcadia so we may heal our wasted wounds wandering,
And thus mend our thoughts and ways upon Eden’s exuberant ensemble…
My affliction carries on that I may abandon Gehenna and her damnation,
May the soul find exoneration amongst the hellion heinous hues hiding…
Ambient abyss show me immortality so I may reach exhilarating Elysium,
All I see before me are scornful slaving shadows silent in their reprieve…
The darkness diligent in discouraging delightful things shows me mercy,
I see a pinhole of light encroaching toward my dismal delusional demise…
Blinding my panoramic view I stand still like a soldier under command,
And thus the Warring Angels carry me to safety landing on Shangri-La.
Sept.25.2019
In the backstreets of my mind
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
gehenna, conflict, emotions, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Ohhhh.... If only you knew just how I feel "Right Now".
All would cease to exist in your meager life and "You"
would come for me.
Not even the "Underworld of Gehenna" itself could keep
you from taking me away in your arms and freeing me
with your kiss.
Can you not sense that I am ripe for the taking....
as a sweet fruit well preserved, and yearning to be
devoured?
Gone are the days of valiancy, the days when you
rode hard and fierce to captivate what was yours.
Yet, "Right Now" only in my secluded mischief do I
feel the heat of your desire and witness the
power of your demand.
Today's world have made you a distant mirage that
"You" can not measure up to; and, "Right Now" you
are only a shell of your greater days of glory.
Disappointedly, I keep my eyes tightly closed
in my devised notions, for I do not want to
look upon your weakened form... "Right Now".
Categories:
gehenna, anger, dark, depression, feelings,
Form:
Vaasokht
Candle, Candle, burning brightly,
Stave off shadows for me nightly.
Illuminate the dark I see,
And keep away the misery.
Fight the night that wants me dead.
Tell me that it is just in my head.
Candle, Candle, flickering dimly,
I see figures forming grimly.
Ever closer to where I slumber,
Growing greater in shape and number.
Approaching quickly with eyes that gleam:
I need harbor from this macabre dream.
Candle, Candle, all snuffed out,
No one hears me as I shout.
Surrounding me as I rest,
Ripping hope out of my chest.
My hate for life hath taken shape,
From Gehenna there's no escape.
Categories:
gehenna, fear, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
You have heard that it was said to your ancestors
'You shall not kill
And whoever kills will be liable to judgment
‘But I say to you, whoever is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment
And whoever says to his brother
Will be answerable to the Sanhedrin
And whoever says
'You fool' will be liable to fiery Gehenna
Therefore
If you bring your gift to the altar
And there recall that your brother has anything against you
Leave your gift there at the altar
Go first and be reconciled with your brother
And then come and offer your gift
Settle with your opponent quickly while on the way to court with him
Otherwise your opponent will hand you over to the judge
And the judge will hand you over to the guard
And you will be thrown into prison
Amen
I say to you
You will not be released until you have paid the last penny [MT 5:21-26]
Categories:
gehenna, christian, god, jesus, people,
Form:
Free verse