Best Guilts Poems
Christmas on the pacific islands where it's summer everyday
is all about families, friends, joy, love and foods
Though we are many islands and ocean divided
We are forever united with one God
Some small islands may not have
the Christmas colorful lights but in all honesty
they have the best blinking sparkling
twinkling dazzling star lights
they're beautiful in their dramatic and
eye catching lights like no others
We celebrate the birthday of Jesus
in our unique and organic island ways
We always say Merry Christmas
It's never about the material gifts
It's all about the warm joy of Christmas
Singing in tunes or out of tunes
we are clapping our hands
side stepping moving along to the rhythm
We sing joyfully loud in His name
Born is the King our savior
Praising Him highly
Thanking Him humbly
Lifting up our hearts to Him fully
Everyone is glee on life
Everyone is glowing with joy
Everyone shake hands to forgive those
with guilts, dislikes or with differences
Everyone shares a hug or two to embrace
love from one to all
Every woman is wearing flowers in their hair
Every man is wearing leis around their necks
as it is an island style and proudly so
Everyone is wearing bright new cloths and
shoes but mostly sandals for the ladies or
flip flops preferably for the sandy areas
It's a day of joyful to spend with loved ones
Kids playing freely and cheerfully
Sharing fresh organic local foods and
coconut juices
Naturally alcohol free but drunk on Merry
Partying till the stars are twigging out
Collapsing with satisfying hearts
And this is how we celebrate Christmas
on the Pacific islands... Smile!
Written by Akkina R Downing
12-1-16
I thought for a moment that
he never felt the PAINS,
When he beared the
burden of our guilts and
STAINS.
You can't imagine what he
went THROUGH,
for him to wipe away all of
our sins THROUGH.
You can't imagine the
whole of the SHAME,
when he left all his fortunes
and FAME.
His head was punctured by
THORNS,
and his body was tortured
untill his cloth was TORN.
They put the nail throught
his hands and FEET,
even as his imaculate and
pure heart BEAT.
He cried out all of tears
from his EYES,
untill his eyes were as dry
as ICE.
They piassed his palm to
the STAKE,
For all of human SAKE.
He didn't have to do it, but
he did it ANYWAY,
for us to change from our
evil WAYS.
He really love us so much
that he took our PLACE,
In sacrificing himself for the
whole of human RACE.
He died for our sins as if
he's the ONE,
in expense of our freedom
cos he WON.
He was humilated in front
of MANY,
And as dejected by MANY.
They gave him the heavy
cross to CARRY,
with so much hatred and
MOCKERY.
He was whipped and
scourged so HARD,
that his screems can be
heard from 10 YARDS.
The stood there at calvary
and watch him DIE,
After all the false
accusations and LIES.
Even when he screemed '
IT IS FINISHED',
The whole world knew that
' IT WAS FINISHED '.
His blood paid that great
price for our SINS,
For us to be free from our
guilt and SINS.
He died bearing the burden
of our INIQUITY,
for the betterment of the
world and all HUMANITY.
It wasn't easy for him to do
IT,
But at d end, it was worth
IT.
Clear blue sky came to witness my funeral , decided to not throw any tears or any stones
Came to say goodbye to me before earth analyze my bones
Down in the river they are drowning my sins , my demons , my guilts
Sea shattered down his waves , asking them to give me some peace
Asking angels not to trap my soul , no ...but to get it release
In the God heavens I'll regrow my soul
I'm not dieing nor alive
And no killing disease to fight so I can survive
Just killing thoughts which is controlling my fate and my path
Benumbed Jane!
"he'd never give a plain Jane like you a second's thought"
(but hellishly reign his godly wife)
O Jane!
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
Crucify your benumbed senses
Resurrect your eloquent vehement
Why she choose to be the godly wife?
Why he choose to be the beastful husband?
Let's not brawl and yawp
Let's not cuddlerape and strangled with a scarf
In unwieldy guilts and sins of the battlefields of the Great Marriage
Give up now
Or
Surrender to salvation
You are not owing to “Beauty and the Beast” - A French Fairy Tale
Time has no time
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
O Jane!
Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes
he left the gray area, surging
with a wandering death on the
half broken stairs –
before a closed gate was put on the pages
trembling like toothed quaking aspen.
The grief of the scarred face,
in a serious midnight syndrome of
invisible slit throat in a long journey
above the waves. Tree was calling again
for immoralism of flowers, quashing
his life.
The brave violence survives the mutilated
dreams.For once the mirror has won
again the onslaught of fingers.
Satish Verma
Oh how fine it might be,
But for a day or two,
To be an airling again;
Clean of conscience
Innocent of what hurts
I may have caused,
For I'd never yet then
Intended any of them.
Age is wisdom, true.
But it's also a tapestry of little guilts,
Amid still smaller expiations.
The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.
I have to be careful, now, right:
Staying in the right of my light
By this, odious toxin that's near
It likes to fight at my nights, I fear.
It made me sick a lot of times:
Lusting its seducing bite in me, crimes
Its promises turn into untrustworthy lies
Here is a sinister demon that terrifies.
It teases me with its pleasures:
Oh, one of a kind, it is, no measures
Telling me that I need it to survive
A bewildering demon, I've lost, run hide!
Every day seems like a struggle lately:
Keeping a sinister entrapped at its bay
These demons are up prowling to entice, be
Awaiting its day to play with me!
It feeds on my aches of pains:
Mind, the guilts, the greed that has stained
The more I hurt inside fighting, being real
The more this, slither, comes to steal.
I sensed life had enough of me:
My spirit was crushed, hurt, torn apart
Its Roar stood, heard for miles, miles I say
A venom beast has awakened, now bites.
This poison, I once craved:
The feel, pushing temptations
To care about absolutely nothing
Not even for myself, deliberations.
This slither came to suck the life out of me,
To bring the poison, sinister closer in
Though the bag, done gone that day
I've yet to lose, to this poisoning again
A malevolence venom, I once craved
Have yet to win within.
A lot of ways to disguise
Beautiful dresses conceals ugliness
Makes us feel confident
Happy and proud
Arts reveals the beauty of the surroundings
Concealing the destruction of man to the nature
Adds pleasure to life
Music, the melodies from heaven
Concealing the sound pollution of the surroundings
Beautifies life
And reveals the inner beauty of man
Literature
Praises or criticizes
Find the meanings of life
And the inner self of man
And the real state of nature
Speeches from the mouth can be everything
It narrates, it speaks out, it advises, it praises
Or it cheats, it exaggerates, it slanders
We may enjoy disguising for the time being
But a disguise may not be successful sometimes
As our hearts and wisdom know everything
And we'll carry the guilts to the last destiny
My trace guilts and rears me,
Thoroughbred from Spain,
My trip jousts my banality,
Until I cannot complain.
Standing tall in the shadow,
Which suggests that posture,
For to relax in full glow,
In the shade would badger.
Its colours radiate inside,
Release the broken catch,
Enfold me in rurality’s pastels,
Brighten the day’s hatch.
Only the shadows know me,
For I know that I can squeak,
Since their nature is timidity,
With no recess or creak.
Even the friend I evince to make,
Follows on from their care,
With no qualms, strains or brake,
And no gloomy, sad stare.
The shadow’s with me whenever,
In my shadow, giving belonging,
Implying that connection forever,
To the sun and moon for backing.
6th November 2015
Judge me, all ye judges
All ye, without guilts.
Spit your verdicts
I'm prepared lick the muck.
.
Point fingers at me
Men with polished nails.
Condemn me
Men with vile tongues.
.
Guilty!
I plead
To all charges
Levied at me.
.
I desire sanctions
Appropriate measures, ruled.
.
'I was asked out
As a life long mate
I concurred
For I was yet a lad.
.
Days died, days lived
Months grew old and grey
Years rode on life's rolling-coasters
I was deeply in love's depth.
.
My first love
Took me out on dates
Made me believe, I did believe
None was better, none would ever.
.
I believe the lies
For they seemed true
Now, do I realize
Truthful lies are lies too.
.
My first love: my past
Died last night,
I did hit him with a bat
Before dawn births its light.'
We met upon the stairs. In a brief moment of chance, I did not allow myself to be drawn away by other brighter, faster burning lights which held a momentary fascination and then flicker away destined to other paths. Approaching cautiously at first, you smiled. I drew a breath carefully and consciously, trying NOT to be the consumer and consumed at the same time. I can assure you, I am guilty of both. These guilts are born of my own selfish, greedy nature.
May the full cost of lies and truths be now forever damned !.... Brace yourself for the tide WILL come and claim its prize for both of these.
There is no more time, now you've gone for the long rest. Your part in my equation can now, never be solved. You have been removed, YOU, from all who loved and embraced you, and you, in return, embraced over the years. From your family, your kith and kin, your nearest and dearest, within the donjon of your castles' keep, where the young tendrels took root, were nurtured, and grew into strong confident men. You from Me. I think that length of time, I can not bare...You've now been long away these many many years. Too long have I focused and placed worth upon the many stresses each day bent and cast upon us. After, when too, I have made that forever last bed, no cost can be measured there, only the infinity of space and time can be quantified. I have no course corrections I can make in that sheathed landscape. They come in their own sweet time and, once upon you, there is NO second encour. I am behest to say, you saw the one true being held inside here. The die has been cast in that long winding, corridor through time, in memorum. If not for you, my life would have been less. Foolish vanities lain waste to this desert soul. Dry and barren this desert landscape. The trifles of an average day we shared. Thinking not of how quickly we would away from those hallowed halls, on those dark worn stairs we trudged together. Our arms tested under the weight of 8 to 12 books in Junior year secured only by our chins.
This Casper, I remain for my friend , who saw all as I did not and still remained my friend. The sinking barge of good intentions, I lain more, put upon more, and still you steared north and true.
Sleep well now my friend.
No one has had a better or more thoughtful friend as I had in you.
It was not the ordinariness.
The pain of rejection. One
night my lips touched
the lips of moon, to soak the
grief. Do not want to cross-
the threshold of guilts, like
burnished armor
taking the law into my own hands.
Waiting for a spacewalk
of the gods to find the culprit,
who escaped before your
own eyes through the gauze
of silver dust. To quit the ground
or not was the cardinal point.
You remained attached to the
faded poster of childhood. It was
a generational tragedy.
Satish Verma
With windows open my breaths I am counting
While silent seconds are beating in heart's rhyme.
Silence is a deep well, inside its' waters I'm drowning
A chimera's torrent runs me down and to the surface I can't climb.
Silence shouts for those dreams left behind on desert road
Thirsty and desperate they discover an oasis illusion.
Between sights and guilts, I hold those needs ready to explode
Cutting red wires, like a choice arisen from an adulterate collusion.
A compromise is not the sound of a lonely tree being blown by the wind.
Silent nights are carving with stars world's unspoken words upon the ceiling.
As I lay beside this abyss, like a bottle floating in the waves of the sea
I trust silence to find the truth I seek, the piece of a lost feeling.
*Image of Queen's Corgi Whisper by MetroN.
A Dog's Itch
Sepulchral presence seeps a dream,
Nightmarish thoughts spirit the theme,
Fortunate beseech blest pleasance,
Seeps a dream sepulchral presence.
Endless priors fruitless outcome,
Undying fail roughly succumb,
Deathly hallows a field day fires,
Fruitless outcome endless priors.
Zenith star wilts forsook expressed,
Powers that be affect possessed,
Imagined ills astir the guilts,
Forsook expressed zenith star wilts.
Subdued impulse like a dog's itch,
Favors the nine saved timely stitch,
Daydreamers revive to repulse,
Like a dog's itch ... subdued impulse.
2022 September 12
Swap Quatrain
~~Emile Pinet
*RZ & HMS; 8 syllables per 16 lines.
Looking Up Kilts All Had Guilts Horn Haiku
He who walked in kilts
Also was standing on stilts
Look up and feel guilt's.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Very Nice Veteran and Poor,
Petrified Poet