Best In Opposition Poems
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shine from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love.
In opposition to social injustice
Colin Kapernick took a knee
To bring national attention to
Black American police brutality
But an unexpected result was
Eventually affected
Colin was black balled
From the NFL he was rejected
But what most people can't seem
To simply comprehend
Is that God will always cover and
Look out for His children
Uncertain of what his future
Would be
Unsure of how to earn a salary
But the blessings of a new beginning
For Colin did arise
He received an endorsement
From Nike and from Harvard
A prestigious prize
Don't allow society to ever box you in
And don't accept anyone telling you
You don't have what it takes to win
For when God designed you
It wasn't to be one dimensional
You're more than linear
You're multi- purposeful
For God's turning power
Can rotate 180° degrees
God's turning power
Has omnipotency
Endurance during transition
God wants us to stay true
And cleave to our convictions
No matter what we have to go through
And yes there will be some heartache,
Tragedy and pain
There will be metaphorical tornadoes
Hurricanes and torrential rain
But out of the carnage
A blessing will emerge
As God needs to get our attention
So He stages a purge
In order for a new beginning
To now take place
As a reminder of His
Infinite power, mercy and grace
Just don't take for granted
All that God has given to you
As answered prayers and actualized
Possessions aren't your due
So put your pride to the side
And don't ever forget
That you didn't give life to yourself
It was God's Holy Spirit
Yes there are somethings
Of which which you have no control
Just don't create situations
That can cause you to lose your soul
And most of all allow nothing
To separate you from God
In the midst of your chaos
Keep Him in your heart
As divine activities always
Manifest in the dark of night
Just hold on, keep praying
For the morning brings
A new beginning with its light
Yes the blessings of a new beginning
Will surely come
As only God can turn it around
When all is said and done
A Reflection
My soul is one, my body is one.
I soaked my soul in drink.
And like my stone, cold heart
my dark, dark soul did sink.
My soul is one, my body is one.
They do not always blend
broken mirror, broken glass,
Twins clash in opposition.
My soul is one, my body is one,
like the sign of the yin and the yang.
Red wolves waiting in ambush,
Watching, snarling, . . . circling, glaring.
Walking barefoot on crackled glass.
One is my soul; one is my body.
In the silence of my mind,
the soft voice whispers “this too shall pass.”
In time, my soul should feel.
And in the place of my poor, tired heart,
a stained-glass window heals.
In opposition they criticize all that is wrong
and all that is good, according to their agenda.
They put clogs in wheels, aided by defiant unions
and often bringing the country to a standstill
with senseless strikes and organized protests.
Mud is thrown at government and individuals;
much of it sticks; the end justifies the means.
During the run-up to elections they use the media
to their advantage; the message drummed over
and over during house visits and heated mass rallies
rousing the rabble with heartfelt oratory.
They promise transparency and accountability;
fair sharing of wealth, help to the homeless and
to the needy; curbing favours to friends of friends
by resorting to the ideal concept of meritocracy;
lowering taxes and bills and introducing new social
benefits that would put all on an equal footing.
Most of all they harp on the eradication of corruption.
They hold roadmaps to solve all the country’s woes.
They promise heaven on earth; they promise Utopia.
Glittering manifesto is presented with much fanfare.
The gullible, switchers and uneducated are brainwashed.
As expected, election produces the desired results and
the party in opposition gets in power...on promises!
Promises that cannot be kept. The devil wants his due.
He grins, pointing to the small writing on the manifesto...
The majority had failed to notice it. It reads...SUCKERS.
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Contest: I Can’t Breathe
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Placing: 1st
"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot
Que tan dificil es
decir todo lo que siento.
O! This emptiness,
this vacuity,
this unfilled mental space
not admitting place
to what does not pass
our tests of time,
or logic --
no crutches
in opposition to
unembellished fact --
no sweetened fairy tales,
no selfish constructs
to justify
seizing goods or power;
no promises of forever
nor of endless pleasures:
only bare existence --
"being" --
in this unguided,
ultimately purposeless
angst-filled universe.
And, always,
mere inertia, eternal resistance
or accelerating change toward
foreseeable, entirely predictable
end.
Act!
Construct reality!
Live your life.
I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in the midst of a formula one race
Dwarfed and outshined
I am that athlete who finishes fourth in a photo finish
Yes just outside the podium positions
A toilet tissue,
Doing the worst job there is out there
I can’t win can i?
I am that politician sitting in opposition for fifty years
I may never attain pole position
Feel for that frail and ageing prince,
For his mother, The Queen keeps going strong
He may never reach promisedland
I am that sad student,
Repeating a paper because of that elusive single mark
You know I’m that hurdler
The one who led a final only to stumble at the last obstacle
I tried basketball
But every shot I tookwas an air ball
I am that mother who can’t identify the father of my child
I am that teenage boy who’s just lost a fight to a little girl
I’m that fellow who forgets an umbrella on a rainy day
Think of that performer acting in an empty arena
The comedian whose jokes are dry
I’m a broken guitar
I’m a cracked mirror
I’m three legged chair
I’m but a leaking roof
Life is not at all fair
Everything seems aloof
I was small league star
But I barely leave a mark in top flight
I was a big fish in a small pond
I’ve become small fish in a big sea
Out of my depth but I will not stop trying
Yes I missed many penalties in my life
Hit the post when my team was down
Had my fair share of own goals
I cut myself when I shave
But that doesn’t stop me
I will hit the reset button
Reboot the system if necessary
I have a master plan
A wonder drug and it will work
Or will it?
Seek Fairness and Love
Seek ever toward the fair
fairness in all you do
let life birth joy in you
gift you seek to ever share
Stand firm in opposition true
let honor be your great shield
moral principles never yield
wisdom that should stick like glue
Honor the rights of others
wisdom from fathers and mothers
Robert Lindley, 08-03-2014
Note:
The above poem was my poetic reply to my
friend Peter Duggan on his recent write
-This poem is here to stay--
My reply to that fine write by him is
too long to reply in comment section there.
My long reply:
This is a fine write of a honorable poet
bearing his soul for all to see!
I mark you very high my much admired
friend for adhering to that which you
feel is right. We all should do that.
As to how internet forums operate ,
popularity sells, it is just a fact.
However, I fully agree that contest
sponsors should desperately seek to be
fair .
Only one way can that come to
be. That is for admin here to set the
regulation that all member contests be
judged --BLIND--TRULY BLIND. They could
set up a system in which every new poem
written for a contest goes directly
into the contest and not out on the open
board. Sponsor could then have no way to
intentionally or accidentally come
across poems on the open board and
discover the author.
I have now poems in contests that are
ongoing but from this day forth will only
participate in contests where the
sponsor sets a regulation that no names
be attached to the entry. And any poem
violating this will be instantly
dismissed and not judged--with no
exceptions to this rule allowed. That
would remove majority of favoritism
and only poets contacting sponsor
directly telling what entry is theirs
would overcome it. I think to remove
even the possibility of favoritism
something addressing it in a meaningful
way should be incorporated here. When we
have honorable people speaking out like
this I know it is not just sour grapes..
Are we more than just poets!?
Are we people that seek fairness above
our own ego's?
I hope and and pray that we are..
If this gets me shunned --so be it...
I must speak to honor first IMHO...
In the garden of my soul
there fell a seed
wondrous smooth
and dark as evening’s shadow
from which emerged a tree
tentative
its stem twisting uncertain from the soil
as a lover estranged
contriving an oblique path to bliss
unassuming seeming
yet in every subtle arc and incline
betraying desire by apprehension
its bark was gray as dawn
concealing colors dimly recalled
of a forest perhaps
or the creatures within
subdued, but of a sudden
illumined stark
inspired for a moment to endure exposure’s hazard
lest their beauty rest unrealized
unto death in fear’s embrace
and so it was
intrigued by these discreet shades of delight
I stayed the instinct that bade me
cut this curious guest
before it deprive all plants
cultivated by slow discipline
of nourishment
thus intact
from infancy it passed
until mature
its roots entwined with every cherished flower
and sweet-smelling herb
it issued forth a blossom
purple as melancholy
as it touches solitude’s warmth
and is rendered akin to joy
too gentle to endure
it yielded swift to fruit
its surface saffron
its flesh red
and seeming in its succulence
to entertain all contradictory moods
suggesting rose and berry
and lavender and peach
their certainty contaminated
but through intimacy grown vivid
as melodies may
by contact resonate in opposition
and in this way I was enriched
by eating of the tree’s blessing born of doubt
though through its flourishing thence
my garden has become a place most strange
transformed by lust untempered
into the home of myriad beasts and briers
possessed of claw
and thorn that rend
and streams that flood
and fungi that rise silent
from the wetness over night
and deep
where no thought penetrates
a seed awaiting propagation
dark perhaps
and wondrous smooth
The little lord Jesus
asleep not on the hay
but in the street
Like Abraham the little
boy was sacrificed on
the machine's high holy day
One day after the Winter Solstice
His family lived in a comfortable
home in Brooklyn NY but his father
took the subway to the highest
mountain near The Dakota in Central Park West
The 3 year old named was translated
to Kyrios Christos or the Lord in his father's tongue
He was placed on the high alter
at exactly 12 noon prime meridian
On the day in question
a mother's child was stolen from the womb
unlike the Star of Bethlehem
Venus went backwards
Virgo in opposition to the dark side of Pluto and Pisces
and the Uranus square or the Trickster
Like Christ his red blonde hair
was covered in blood
the measure of oil equivalent
30 pieces of gold
In three days times
the three wise men would have been
welcome to Gotham City but the Mayor
went golfing in Bermuda and the shops were out
of Gold Frankenstein and Myrrh
But what of his message of peace and good will towards men
the sacrificed was paid
and the little Lord Jesus
lay not in the hay but
dead in NY city streets
The hard rain tap danced;
Quickly finishing the song,
Winds parted the clouds.
The bright setting sun
Painted a double rainbow
Conjoined by blue mist.
Its water colors
So vivid seemed tangible
Piercing through sky dust.
Amber rays mirrored
The bow in opposition
Foreshadowing night.
Yet, the very ends
Of the arc I saw touched earth.
...felt I could find gold.
How can I express to you what it is that I really think
Words, vague expressions of though, only touch the brink
I try my very best to get the point across
Each time feeling that I am at a loss
Difficult as the situation may have always seemed
I always challenged that doubt and always dreamed
Doubt has fought back, and now hope is at it's end
Now only despair and loneliness do I have, to lend
The time has come for great sorrow
Now there is no yesterday nor tomorrow
Only the present, which is absent of all bliss
My own thoughts telling me what I will miss
Never did I have the chance to look into your eyes
So sad that before even knowing you, I must say goobye
Humans Being
God, I’m so happy that I’m human
that Human Nature keeps on bloomin’
that I’ve got a little house
for the wife and kids to room in.
The gift of thumbs in opposition
to the fingers in transition
led our rise to sit atop
the chain of evolution.
Oh, our brains have got so huge
we run a planetary ruse
convinced that we’re the king
not a jesterial dancing stooge.
We hug strangers when we meet
avoid the same on city street
slowly trudge in bended pose
lest we miss incoming “tweet”.
Hold our children to a test
who’s the cutest, not the best
bow and cater to the needs
of their lifetime feathered nests.
The facts seem elementary
historically evidentiary
we’ll soon be consumed
by our progress - evolutionary.
John G. Lawless
7/4/2016
Three men were hanging
On the balance of life
One man dreams on a full lunar eclipse
That a black door was about to close
And an orange star was in opposition to a pink moon
The 5 year old BMW they were riding in
Lost all of its electrical power under a Mercury retrograde
Locked in a four-door coffin rolling down the interstate
Pray for fresh air
Pray for the power steering to turn back on
Pray for an emergency lane
Three last rites
Two birthday memories
One last breathe
I searched the top and bottom of my mind
Who is the most famous couple of them all
I sat by the fire close to Yang
He asked me if I knew his lover Yin
He held the fire and light within his hands
Only her water could quench the flames of his desire
She could change the course of history
Wear down rocks bring flowers to the desert
Wash away his pain
Strength and softness combined
His was the power of light
Warmth and sparkle to her night
Without him she was unseen
His raging fire all consuming
Until she smiled
The sound and rhythm of her
Calmed
Nurtured him
She is tantalized fully alive
Joining together dark and light
Creating something new
Not in opposition
Interconnected
Heat transforms cold
Wrapped in an eternal bond
The invisible whole
Opposites and equals
Together become one
Theirs is the eternal dance of give and take
Famous Couples Contest
Move back to the stone age
What kind of story is history going to write
let us examine a cold hearted nation and her many flaws
injecting children with dead remains horror filled
killing has become second nature to certain individuals
Everything about condemning death as a normal practice
in those whom support love and care are judged harshly
spitting hate condemns man and woman as inferior
Yet a generation of children have been born into a family unit
they overturn even scientific evidence which stands to object
denial and deceit manifesting as something else entirely
Today the greens decided to devalue the poor even further
standing in favour of putting masses of more people on the streets
begging to survive under their climate change agenda
amounts to something unspeakable happening against the grain
Then you add to the list those globalists wallowing in luxury
merchants of greed destroying the economic structure
enslaving humanity to work until they are buried
Then leave their family with a debt tax while mourning
all the minerals in the world will not fill their bellies
vanity weights heavy with nowhere to run or hide
Empty promises we have heard it all from political parties
cheap lip service which is always pretending to be in opposition
yet work for the very same slave master
What ever pulls your strings I say drain the bog smiling
green white and orange united Irish men and women
I hold the Shamrock as a sign of my forefathers faith
strange their is not many true Pat's left
we are a dying breed but our day will come
When bondage enslaves us no longer
where every human life has value in the eyes of God made
in the insect and animal kingdom male and female create
but humans have lost their intelligence somewhere
between the eyes of truth which draws picture perfect