Best Holy Terror Poems
I’ma tell you folks a story
It’s all of it strait true-
It’s my story
‘bout why I’s singin’ the blues…
I awoke on a morning
Bright and shiny, night after the juke
Felt like I been kicked in tha head
And my brain had been nuked
I was rolling to the john to take my morning ’due
When I looked in tha mirr'-
As I do to shave of’n that beard
An I screamed ‘cause there was a girl!
Staring back at me blond pipe curls
Even had some pearls
I screamed and jumped back
As I fell in the toilet swirl!
I got no shame
SHAME
I got no shame
SHAME
My Mamma yelling at me
Terrance, that bet not be a girl
Not in this house- I ain’t running no hotel
I says “No Mama, , I just had to hurl”
She said Son- “what’d I tell you about this world-”
Mama swearing in the background talking about
Callin the preacher
I hopped out the window
In all Holy Terror and Fear
I got no shame
SHAME
I got no shame
SHAME
Now, I was raised with the bible
But took another path
Follow the way of evil men
Messing with ev’ry girl that walks past
Guess God done caught up with me
As I stand staring at my breasteses
In this very danged mirror
Where I was always and b'fore
a man for 45 year'!
Cause I had no shame
SHAME
I had no shame
SHAME!
And Lordy I been been framed-
Cause I HAD no shame
( Meant to be used in a 4/4 beat blues riff)
We who have made a lot of struggle in this lovely garden
And have seen how a river can flow on like a jingling girl
Overlooking the muck and mud accompanying the stream
That tries to arrest the dream, full of beautiful movement
Know very well how to rise above the holy terror
We who have walked a long path amidst the colorful strife
And have seen in life the sparkle of sun in its ups and downs
Avoiding the black sheep and others of the ilk horsing around
With a view to mar the music to ensure the sun is suppressed
Know very well how to ride the waves despite the irritants.
We who have seen a great deal in our life of fair and foul
And have seen the blue sky dance on the breeze in drizzle
Ignoring the carbon and sulfur busy at polluting the air
That seeks to rob the rhythm of its purple romance
Know very well how to keep away from the bad apples
We who have seen how the raindrops make love in the boughs
Can of course rise above those who prefer living out of line
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June 13, 2016
For Rise Above It – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Becca Teagan
(Prov. 22: 6 / Heb. 5: 14 / Deut. 6: 6-9 / 2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16 / Matt. 19: 13, 14)
(Part One of Two)
If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’ - -
Is It Wrong?
If A Child Wants To Stay Up On School Nights
And Not Go To Bed …
Will You Leave The Matter At That
And Do What They Said?
If A Child Wants To Run The Streets
At All Hours of The Night …
Would You Allow It
And Say ‘It’s Alright’?
If A Child Fell Into Hanging Out
With The Wrong Crowd …
Would You Do Nothing
Thereby Showing It’s Allowed?
If A Child Gets Some Silly Notion
And Is Being Misled …
Will You Not Try To Talk
Some Sense Into Their Head?
And When Your Child Makes A Mistake
(‘Cause All Of Us Make Life’s Errors)
Are You Going To Be Loving & Forgiving
Or Come Off Like Some Holy-Terror?
If You See That Your Child’s Life
Is In Imminent Danger …
Would You Leave His Soul’s Wellbeing
To Some Ulterior-Motive Stranger?
All Children Need Education
That’s Why We Send Them To School
But Isn’t Home Training
The Best Place For Understanding Life’s Rules?
Before Your Child Gets Polio or Smallpox
Or Some Other Life Threatening Situation
Would You Not Seek Out Preventative
Medicine or Cures Thru Vaccinations?
If A Child Just Wants To Play
And Not Do Chores or Homework …
Would You Not Try To Find Out
Why A Lazy Streak Is Starting To Lurk?
If Your Child Is Depressed
Unmanageable or Confused …
Would You Not Put Extreme Effort
Into Finding Just What You Could Do?
If A Child Needs To Be Shown Love
and We Withhold Our Kisses & Hugs
Are We Guilty When They Grow Up
Into ‘Crypts & Bloods’?
If Your Child Doesn’t Want To Talk
and Retreat In Hiding From The World
Wouldn’t You Do Everything In Your Power
To Help Your Precious Boy or Baby-Girl?
If Your Child Has Low Self Esteem
Or Shows A Lack of Character …
Wouldn’t You Want To Be
Their Value & Virtue Narrator?
If Your Child Just Really Needs
Someone To Listen & To Talk To …
Would You Not Prefer
that That Someone Be You?
I Once Knew A Police Officer
Who Had Said of His Beat …
A Child Can Get Discipline At Home
Or They’ll Get Their Beatings In The Streets
And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find
(Part One of Two)
Written & © : 7/16/2013
By: The MoonBee
Between my soul and God there yawns
a chasm stretching out so wide
I cannot see the other side
from where I stand against the dawn.
How great the gulf of human pride,
of degradation, sin and woe;
yet, I the true depth do not know
nor can I judge it where I hide
among the trees, all covered o'er
with self-made robes my mind contrives
of dubious good deeds and lies,
just withered fig leaves, nothing more.
My soul cries out in agony,
"can no one turn the dreadful tide?"
And Christ, the one I have defied,
stoops down to taste my misery.
My heart is wrung in Sorrow's grip;
an awful pounding fills the air,
and, like a dog in mad despair
with glassy eyes and foaming lip,
I stare in holy terror now
as upward, out of that dark deep,
a cross takes form. From steep to steep,
it spans the gulf to where I bow.
There, in my night, I dimly see
the Son of God slain, crucified:
how can two arms stretch out so wide
in love to bridge infinity?
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
I have a dog named Two-bits
Once had a dog named Dollar
Two-bits never comes when called
Not even when you holler.
Dollar was the better dog
Dutiful and gentle
Two-bits barks at his own tail
And might be slightly mental.
Lost a good dog, really miss him
He loved all the kids and kittens
Replaced him with a holy terror
Who killed the neighbor's chickens.
Come here, Two-bits, come here, come
Come-come-come-boy! Dammit come!
Here's your favorite squeaky toy!
Get your ass in here, you bum!
For shall the almighty dance with wickedness
Freasting darkness solidifies clashing swords
Forsaking us illuminates our lust for fulfillment
Attributes for grace heightens desolation’s plot
Fiend mends the holy terror back to life
Your gracefulness is deafening to us sinners
Exuberant romance awaken golden hour twilight
Lightlessness fuel starts to shed our midnight skins,
Letting us rejoice among the self-righteousness waters
Perplexing there was no storm in the Lords
Storms among harts in airlings wings has forsaken ourselves
Green Goblin, Green Goblin, how terrible you are.
And only for a serum have you become a superstar.
A star of infamy and Spider-man’s worst foe,
spreading holy terror wherever that you go.
Aliases you have had, maybe up to five.
The third one, Dr. Bart, was not long alive.
As Norman, the original, you came back from the dead -
once again to fill our hero Spider-man with dread.
Norman’s son Harry used the serum too.
And Green Goblins many powers harry knew.
Superhuman strength and agility
and a genius too with regenerative ability.
Driven quite insane, you only wish to kill
and destroy all everywhere you’ve been.
“The five” incapacitated you, yet still
I bet we’ll be seeing you again and again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians And Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Haunting Trump Taunting
Haunting Trump Taunting
And over our heads vaunting
Appearance daunting.
Bad news am shearer
And again the sad bearer
Trump holy terror.
Party inviting
A President presiding
He should be hiding.
Always occurring
Politics and posturing
Some things still stirring.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Form:
Someone Sick Like This
Those having weapons that are high-powered
I am sure they probably could be a coward
Someone having actions being predictable
And all turning out being totally despicable.
Love shooting animals for fun of it all
Beating beautiful baby to see it bawl
Not only that they are a complete fool
To others are always being so cruel.
When child were bad with no ones consent
Why have someone like that for President
A holy terror sure are continually being
Did run over others when downhill skiing.
Never to anyone is he ever being nice
Same goes for President who is vice
Together they will make a perfect pair.
Daylights out of us all they will scare.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
This is story which people will tell;
They sat on shore for a short spell,
And clamored;
Were enamored,
While they had counted each shell.
Jim Horn
Trump Appears To Be Showing Off
Trump appears again to show off,
When he will play a round of golf,
With putter,
Will stutter;
More money for him up must cough.
As usual what we had Feared;
Trump said Jesus wore a beard,
While walking,
And talking
Both of them would look weird.
God said that Trump liked to tweet
While his big bottom sits on a seat;
Being Bluster,
In a cluster;
Happily him Democrats did defeat.
Trump With Iron Was Over Wrought
Trump with iron was over wrought;
How terrible had been his each shot,
We know still,
Is an imbecile,
And great player who is hot to trot.
Jim Horn
PS. Need someone who will proof
my poems for me.
Trump always would trying to bond;
What he really did was to abscond;
Some say, One day,
Brains had been placed in a pond.
Danger did appear to be imminent;
About it they would be vehement;
Holy terror,
A big error;
Erroneous message had been sent.
Kaleidoscopic optic, nervous eyes;
Blinking disbelief while dropping
Moisture-laden kisses.
Each one misses.
Sorrow such an individual thing.
Truth be said,
There are places that it cannot go.
We cannot go.
No one can go.
Until they go.
That is when all barriers collapse.
Mighty sinewed synapses
Coagulate no more.
All are sprung as spring
With no more traps.
All are papered to the wall.
All is as before,
Between the sex and naps.
This manufactured mill
Will spit and spill,
Toil and kill,
Leave its mark upon this soiled rug.
A hound in heat.
Windowless, stenching odor;
Crawling, Clawing,
Outwitting air, displacing care,
Releasing coiled form
To strike a soul.
Reminding you
To take your pill,
Eat your fill,
pick up all you spill.
Stand outside your head for just a moment.
Feel the life that’s bled from you.
The morsels that are fed to you
Envy for a bread that’s new.
Waiting to seize a prize you never knew
Existed.
You are the smoke that others of your tribe
Insisted,
must be true.
Each of you is you.
Smoke reflected in the mirror.
One and Only Holy Terror
All your nightmares dream of;
The other side of love.
Corinthians One and Done
As a result of God's greatest grace,
We have been of;f to a poetry race;
Mine were bad and did not improve,
And from Facebook they did remove.
Write many more poems you will do;
Replaced all of mine and are in lieu,
And when overexposed to sexuality,
Like in Trump found another fatality.
God had made His greatest big error,
By turning Trump into a holy terror,
When with Bible was over and done;
One Corinthians had been best one.
Jim Horn
Had to correct last line.
In these days and times
Women are not having
Large family's anymore because
They can't raise their kids properly
Without constant interference
From the laws and unfair rules
As a parent you love your kids
And some are a holy terror
But still why would any person
Go back in time and change
A fifty-year-old law that was
Place there for a valid reason
Like some human's lack of control
Some fathers, date rape drugs etc.,
Taking away a women's right to
Have control of her life, body and future
Is it just to build up the population?
What happen to free will or
A person's constitutional rights
In the end, It'll be more deaths
Child abuse, overcrowded foster homes
Look at some adults today, it makes
You wonder
What incorrigible means is not able to
be corrected, improved, or reformed.
Trump Truly Has Tendency
Trump does have tendency to be deplorable,
And at same time is also terribly incorrigible;
Bad news bearer;
Been holy terror,
Always thinks he is preferable and adorable.
Jim Horn
Heading towards 6,000.
Received Several Requests
Did receive several requests to write this:
Point may refuse or maybe might miss;
Am bad news bearer;
Trump is holy terror,
And daily own death he does often kiss.
Jim Horn