Best Groans Poems
I
As some on God's good Earth
Arise at a new dawn, I'm grateful
Even to talk with friends I haven't met
Joe called them "myself," & on the internet
II
I say God Morning, for so many reasons
One: God adds another 'o' to make GOOD
I say Our Father (Holy is Thy name) prayer
Two: Start positive! Prefer mood of gratitude
III
In ones sixties, one oft gets up in pain
I thank my Savior, its but a little cross
I bear nothing compared to His! I gain
What Adam lost: If I pray, I won't complain
(Maybe just one of each, later, a moan & a groan!)
Wife Cathie scared the poop out of this old guy
Went walking to get the mail, down she did slide
No broken bones
Just bruises and groans
Thanks for the help a gentleman passerby
© Jack Ellison 2015
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs, world is falling apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices are unheard
Wishes are being blurred
Every heart has become graveyard
Sweet melodies step down as Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed off by the deluge of tears
Soul of humanity becomes a pray of endless wild Forest of Wars
While atrocities have robbed Jaws of their smiles..
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yeah, for you, as you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood oceans, barren trees, burnt houses,
Teared eyes, and shattered bodies
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place
(10-02-2020)
Paghunda Zahid
By Kerinth Campbell
Ahhhhhhhhh!
Nerve shattering
Spine chilling
Teeth chattering
Feet unwilling.
High pitched
Ghoulish delight
Screams!
More screams
In the foreboding night
Low and ominous
Rising moans
Screams!
Inhuman baleful groans
Cackling, evil
Gleeful pleasure
Groans
Moans
Screams
Without measure
To a crescendo
Lowering to a suspense
Rising
Rising
Rising
Building up again
Ahhhhhhhhh!
We've become moaners,
Grumpy and groaners,
We talk lots of piffle
We cough, and we sniffle.
We mumble and grumble,
We are not very humble
Sighing and crying
There's no denying
We've become apathetic
That is pathetic
Soon as I'm notified Soup Mail has arrived
My pulse rate increases ten fold
The anticipation is more than this guy can bear
No matter how macho, how old
Something about wondering who it might be
An anonymous admiring lady
Or maybe it's just Drake sending me kudos
Maybe someone a bit more shady
A secret admirer with her love overflowing
Waiting to grant all my wishes
Dream on wee fellow, it's your conscience talking
Act normal, here comes the missus
Hello, little darling, is there anything new
Was just figuring out our taxes
It's just about that time of the year, sweet lady
D'ya think tax ladies have nice asses?
Blew it again, me and my big mouth
She won't ever let me out alone
It's a life in solitary confinement from now on
I should learn to control my groans
© Jack Ellison 2104
In my coffin I will have no phone
At last I shall be free like new born babe
But how will people hear my mobile groans?
Who shall write my story on a stone?
I can’t ring Emergency for aid
In my coffin I will have no phone
I must have a linen sheet untorn
Be reminded I’ve already paid
How will people hear my mobile groans?
Out we go, as in we, came alone
Will someone sing for me , oh humming bird
In my coffin I will need no phone
We will die as we have lived, atoned
I hope a human person hears my words
Help us all,dear God, to forestall groans
Free from medications .free of nerves
Straight to Heaven atop our loved ones prayers
In my coffin I shan’t be alone
I want to go with all my gnomes
I want to go with all my garde
ALL NATURE GROANS AND TRAVAILS
The winds are blowing through the trees,
In autumn leaves fall rapidly.
Tornadoes, typhoons, hurricanes
All wreak their havoc, cause their pain.
Earthquakes and fires and floods all come
And leave so many without a home.
All nature’s violence is its groans;
For a new world it sadly moans.
The sin of man has cursed the earth,
And all his violence has given birth
To war between the good and bad
And why there are so many sad.
God gave control of all to man,
But Satan had another plan,
And so he tempted man’s free choice
With cunning skill and subtle voice.
Just one tree that God did command,
“Don’t eat of it,” He said to man.
“You’ll surely die if you partake.”
‘Twas not an unreasonable demand to make.
But that old serpent had his plan:
“You will not really die, oh man.
God knows when you eat of this tree,
Like gods you then will surely be.”
And so because man made the choice
Of listening to the serpent’s voice,
He faced the curse and punishment
That from his Maker God then sent.
The curse on woman now’s in birth,
In sorrow she brings child to earth.
The curse on man is in the ground,
Thorns and thistles there are found.
The curse on Satan is the Seed
That God has given man to be freed
From all the curse of his great sin:
God’s only Son man’s soul would win.
Now sin has all this consequence:
The groans, travails, and violence.
And one day Jesus had to bear
The curse of sin on Calvary there.
And though He won the victory,
Still a great battle yet we see.
For nature’s ruled by Satan’s power,
Groans and travails this very hour.
And prince and power of the air,
He lets us know his presence there.
But soon this travail all will end
As God again His Son will send
To earth to make it all anew;
Again its beauty will be viewed.
Tears trickling down her heavy cheeks as
she lays
on the thick straw mat.
The souls of trees casting reflections into
her hut.
Her emotions turning against themselves.
She is caught napping with a task on her
whole.
Shouts of avid misconstrue out of blissful
ignorance
how she wished pain was contagious as
her aids
guess her cries are prepostrous.
Hearts throb and sweats drip.
The agony being endured draws her
body numb
as the morning dew sweeps a soothing
breeze
across.
She throws her hand for help because
she is
weary to the pulp as the life in her
emanates from
root.
The last hot blood in her boils down and
calm
returns to her in a split with fresh breath
pumping
ease into her lungs.
A new being has been born.
Purple bats and evil cats and strangled ghosts that laugh
jet black cloaks, snickering blokes and witches that gaff
Pumpkin grins, talking garbage bins and all that moves
Halloween rhymes and pentacle signs with evil grooves
Children running from the shadows towards the gallows
skeleton molds on scaffolds, and specters in the shallow
Phantoms and demons, bogey men with haunting looks
talisman, walking totems, demon hags with spell books
Haunted houses, mummy spouses and imps that steal
cemetery moans and groans, stiffs that oink & squeal
BETTER HURRY ON HOME BEFORE YOU BECOME THE NEXT MEAL
I wince in pain
I stare at the darkness
How long is it going to be?
My head is hurting
My eyes are spinning
It’s like my very last breath
I feel my spirit leave my body
But back it comes
All over again
It comes and goes
Like its been struggled for
I gasp for air
I wrestle for breath
The pain is more than I can take
I do this rejoicing
Taking my last breath
Is like taking in fresh air
As I reflect on my life
All my love, all I had
I gave so freely without a word
All I got was so many pretenses
And so much lies around
All my love I could not withdraw
Because war weld up inside of me
My heart against my mind
A battle that caused me so much pain
Not much peace of mind was left
My heart loved and loved on
My mind wanted more than revenge
So on my bed I daily await
Death in its bright shining armor
We always have enough choice
When a new day begins
To complain of pain, or give voice
To hope, mother that wins?
I did not give in to Mr. Groan
In USA I bought ALEVE (when pain had grown)
Magic in a pill, borrowed from Aspirin
I now have tonic drops in milk (south African)
FACT: the tonic told me by WENDOLENE is: BALSEM KOPIVA
They have stuffed those waxes on purpose beyond your knowledge,
If you want to poke them, be prepared for execution,
Beware of the bullets, and the hangman,
And prepare for the place beyond.
In this place:
We are blind, we do not see,
We are dumb, we do not speak,
We are deaf, we do not hear,
We can only forgive our adversaries and forget.
In this place:
There is no oppression,
There is neither hierarchy nor superintendence,
We are all peaceful sleepers,
Resting our minds from many years of exile.
Once I remember, I was pupil a decade behind
Nada flowing in my gist,but parent rememberance
Who toured, Pearls me a day and infinity
To be onto twinkle today's milieu
Oh a nibble was a villager of its effects!
Abhorring schooling with silence reactions
While genders groaning for being with
And therefore,crowns shelves eyed at a stage
As the dreams of their series term
I became limbo for the school-edges, frozen claims as the student
Wandering my precious days on deplorable doors
That couldn't goddess my further steps
The crowns-burden retired, which led them down.
Still nothing to en masse , instead of calm
Edged,my sphere swirling darkness the serenity
Because of my battering crown's words
Blacken moonlight mournfully to drag me out of it's aura
Hopeless,the crowns bedded off from the globe.
Letting me rages between ridges
Further mirth,astrocious astray beside the scenic colours
Where the screams is?
"Nostalgic groans would never refill
The hungry staving thy intestine
Dance down and shelves:for rosy you ascertained paths"
Alas!firmed should be I and flicker on your stamped!
For the next of my ghost-days.
Poets see truths sparked from Truth, in moans and groans
Regular petitions to Creator are urgent for all, atheists may join us
As we start or end each day - or Meditations on Peace first for souls
Yours truly tried some years without prayer; now I begin with prayer song
HALLOWED BE THY NAME; FATHER - SON AND SPIRIT, SAVING IS THY AIM