Best Insuring Poems
"No Weapon Formed Shall Prosper Against Me"
(Isaiah 54:17)
When the slings and arrows in a torrent come my way,
when the sticks and stones are used on the same day,
I know who stands with me insuring victory, for
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
If I must stand alone against ten thousand men,
I will stand my ground and shout "Bring It Then!"
Do what must be done but know this clearly,
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
If it comes with fire, I will douse it with rain!
Whenever it attacks it'll be defeated again!
It'll never know the sweet taste of victory, for
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
Bravery and courage on life's battlefield,
requires knowing when to battle and when to yield!
Though I walk through the shadow of death valley,
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
HE who stands with me has a double edged sword!
HE's a warrior GOD who is named the LORD!
Omnipotent is HE and I courageously decree, that
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
WTA-IV 4/19/2016
Categories:
insuring, courage, life, words,
Form:
Kyrielle
The path was long and arduous
And night began to veer
O’er trees, and lanes and rusted gates
Its' shadows breeding fear
Unbridled Wind wisped ‘round
Tombstone crosses where
Hissing its’ frustration
Loudly in despair
It sought to nourish fears
The shadows did create
Searching everywhere to find
It’s soul-less night-time mate.
Moonbeam light kissed the Night
Claiming shadows as their child
Together then in lock-step
They bent on running wild
And there, where he awaited
Their cold inspiring touch
With doctrines of all Evils
Firmly in his clutch
The blackness in his heart,
Thumping ‘neath his frock
Soon it’s rancid maladies
The Wind would there unlock
Thoughts of what’s to come
Then twisted lips to smile
Revealing stained and yellowed teeth
Trapping breath so rank and vile
‘twas then The Prince of Avarice
Rose and stood erect
The world would soon be his
To ravage and infect
His eyes of snake, both bespake
Behind their reptile lids
The embrace of the doctrine
For no Evils it forbids
The Wind increased its’ howling
Icy fingers pushing fro
Arranging fallen hopes
Into a dead rouleau
And you and I so un-suspect
Of pending alchemy
Believing we were safe inside
Cocoons of normalcy.
Our naiveté so firmly grasped
Caused us to belie
The chaos we knew not …
‘twas there, and drawing nigh
As Wind fingers touched him
He yelled out his decree:
“ The Prince of Avarice shall reign
And destroy Democracy!”
His school of ghouls, dunce and fools
Clamored to his side
Greed having won the day
Was about to take It’s ride!
Greed, first blessed the banks
And Wall Street did rejoice
The Prince of Avarice then silenced
All protestor ‘s voice
With lies and propaganda
All fabricated well
Then all the bankers rang
The borrowers death knell
Morgan Stanley, AGI,
Then ‘twas Goldman-Sachs
Raking in what Greed gave out:
Billions in green-backs.
Glutted bankers,
Through laughter Greed had honed
Uncaringly showed the world
A prediction - their prodrome
Of broken dreams, foreclosure schemes
Insuring that which failed
But jobs the cost, as homes were lost
And not a banker jailed.
Categories:
insuring, america, betrayal, business, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Toward God and His way to assured salvation
…affirming eternal power of regeneration
…asserting priceless redemption
…awakening through miraculous new creation…
His believers are we, trusting Him for our transformation!
Toward God by His Word that resounds His tender mercy
…refreshing souls with divine loving kindness and clemency
…rejuvenating spirits yearning for contentment sufficiency
…rekindling faith’s fervent fervency…
His followers are we, practicing His statutes’ policy!
Toward God Who grants pardon’s blissfulness
…directing us to confess our sinfulness
…demanding the need for worshipful earnestness
…disciplining disobedience through His righteousness...
His converts are we, casting to Him our haughtiness!
Toward God anchoring steadfastness upon His standard
…increasing effectiveness of each faithful steward
…insuring the diligent certainty of labour’s reward
…invigorating hope to keep on marching forward...
His servants are we, ushering the lost to His safeguard!
Toward God while walking along paths of wisdom
…bringing us to wondrousness of heavenly kingdom
…bracing our genuine altruism against selfish martyrdom
…beautifying character with patience midst spiritual boredom…
His seekers are we, triumphing in His truth-propped freedom!
Toward God as He leads us to His heart
…laying His perfect will upon our footsteps against temptation dart
…lightening vision to behold majestic eternity’s rampart
…lifting pursuits, surpassing worldly vanity start…
His learners are we, persevering to fulfill our devotion’s best part!
Toward God, admitting human flaws beseeching strength for rectitude
…satisfying our nourished well-being to exercise attitude of gratitude
…sanctifying conscience by wise admonitions surmounting vain platitude
…saturating us with His peace around prayer solitude…
His children are we, growing by grace for good testimony altitude!
*2Peter 3:18 But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.
April 12, 2021
4th place, "Where are we Headed" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/23/2021.
Categories:
insuring, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Vows Of Love That Time And Distance Can Not Deny
Beyond the ocean and high clifftop ledge
Across great expanse of water and skies
Two lovers far apart gave loving pledge
vowing truest of loving never dies.
Each longing for fever of midnight dreams
welcoming beats of tender, aching cries
Whilst wading through youthful life as a team
insuring their foresworn oath never dies.
In the distance, bright pharos blinking glow
As if in time with lovers longing hearts
Each in night's waning hours wanting to know
Again that sweet each loving kiss imparts.
Deep rising crescendo of true love's ache
With romantic, sensual - hot delights
Rhythm of loving taste as tide's splashing breaks
As two hearts gasps beauty of tender nights.
Waking to vernal freshness of dawn's rays
Giving thanks for bounty of love's blessings
As each, across the ocean bows to pray
Love's eternity - both are confessing.
R.J. Lindley, original May 2nd 1980
Romanticism, ( The beautiful hope of life, youth and love )
Edit, 9-27- 2006, 6-3-2021, 6-26-2021
Note:
(1.) *pharos=
(lowercase) any lighthouse or beacon to direct sailors.
(2.)*vernal=
ver·nal /'v?rnl/ , adjective
of, in, or appropriate to spring.
Note two-
Excuse the many edits but fate, time, future insights
demanded a few changes from the original as was
first composed by a very none world hardened poet of
a mere youthfully blind 26 years old, in the year
of 1980.
Removed were several dark verses warning of the
many pitfalls of love and life that I, as have so very
many other young lads- found to be a quite sad part of
love when it fails. This new and heavily edited version
represents the beauty and blessing of love when it
triumphs and gifts its dearest, greatest sweet treasures….
Categories:
insuring, art, kiss, love, passion,
Form:
Romanticism
There once was a little balsam
who was growing green and free,
And he hoped that he'd be taken
to be used as a Christmas tree.
He'd spent all of his early years
growing tall and full and straight,
The greenest fir in the nursery,
thus insuring his joyous fate.
It happened on Thanksgiving Day,
when a family came to choose
That proud and towering balsam,
so they paid his nursery dues.
To home, they took the little fir,
to adorn his spreading boughs
With pretty lights and ornaments,
and a chorus of "ahs" and "wows".
And there he stood, quite diligent,
through the holidays and nights,
Stunning with his proud display,
and his dazzling yule delights.
"Best tree on the street!" said all
through Christmas and New Years,
Until ... one day the family took
him down, not shedding tears.
And tho' he'd served them ardently,
it seemed his time was done,
For off came all the shiny trim,
all the garland, bulbs and fun.
They had treated him so kindly
in the weeks of Christmas, past,
Yet now they tossed him to the curb -
seemed their good will ... didn't last.
The trash truck carried him away,
with his limbs now dead and dry,
His tears of sap dripped on the street,
his boughs waved sad, goodbye,
For Christmas trees are blessings,
but there's always a price to pay -
An early end to the grandest life,
in a landfill ... cold and gray.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 530 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Christmas Tree" Poetry Contest, Shadow Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
insuring, appreciation, christmas, nature, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Good news, is spreading around the world,
country's that where once committing genocide,
have now realised, that, their people can be assets.
Where once they had a million, mouths to feed and no money
now they have employees, waiting for the creation of jobs.
America and the Muslim's have realised, that they can create
a symbiotic relationship, where the product's of one county
can be sold, to enhance the growth of both.
People have realised, that by having only two children
per family they can build a world of peace, where those
children will live to enjoy their live's.
The world is growing up, instead of looking to a future
full of dread, instead of waiting on the end of the world,
people are working together, to build a better life, now.
People are investing in new technology's, sustainable
technology's, that will enhance our needs for energy.
Desalination plants are being created, reclaiming land for
agricultural purposes, insuring that the world's population
will be well feed.
The world is being turned into a garden paradise, where our
children will learn and love, to enjoy.
Religion is coming together with the state, realising that idle hands
are the devils play ground, ministers are behind a world wide effort,
to create employment, for the unemployed.
Educational institutions, are creating the brains behind the organisation,
working with statistic's they are using the maths, to work out how many
farms, the world require's, and what products to grow.
People are changing to new technology's, that will repair the Ozone layer,
the future is looking brighter, than it ever has before.
Categories:
insuring, community, encouraging, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative
In frozen space there spins a marveled sphere
On balanced perch with fettered care, aglow
An artful system shields a fragile show
And skillfully adjusts to nature’s veer
Both land and sea work seamlessly to steer
A nuanced waltz that sways with ebb and flow
Ensuring life sustained is free to grow
The tenants with the largest minds, I fear
Are loath to gait their stride among the herd
Entitled arrogance on proud display
As man expands and subjugates with flair
From greenhouse gas to ocean stress incurred
The human race insuring its decay
Tomorrow’s hopes and dreams, this folly snares
19 Apr 2014
Miltonic Sonnet
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Categories:
insuring, earth, environment,
Form:
Sonnet
Note: According to the Trenton NJ newspaper, NJ Considered Ban on Bare-it-
all “Brazilian” Wax due to complications suffered by some.
I know it's not about a foot that's bare
Butt where you wear your underwear
Though I was warned, "You can't go there"
I have this poem I have to share
New Jersey is drawing the line when it comes to bikini waxing
It seems the Brazilian “bare-it-all” wax has gotten a bit - - - well - - taxing
You see this Brazilian “bare-it-all” wax
Is intended for fronts and those a bit lax
To rid the old body of anything curly
And let yourself look a bit younger and girly
But women have gotten unhealthy infections
And are forced to take pills or costly injections
To counter the trauma they had to endure
Insuring their lines were clean and secure
But you see by law, that’s not even allowed
There are parts of the body that should be left proud
And if someone is waxing you back to your youth
It’s a little unseemly – a little uncouth
It is better to leave some parts unattended
Then to get Mother Nature upset and offended
So New Jersey will seal this Brazilian Wax fate
After all they are known as The Garden State
Contest: Barefoot
Categories:
insuring, business, health, politicalbody,
Form:
Rhyme
THE GRIM REAPER
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I’m the grim reaper and I’m here to say
We have an appointment to meet one day
It might be early, could be late in the day
My net is out and you can’t get away
I’ve set traps to snag you, when you stray
They’re set to go off at work or at play
When I’m merciful I’ll snatch you asleep
I set a harvesting date, that you must keep
I open my ledger and scour for names
Accurate bookkeeping, accurate claims
No one is exempted, none will escape me
There’s no subpoena, you can’t cop a plea
I have many assistants I use in my trade
Accidents, homicides, drugs; all are made
Insuring I have a bountiful field to choose
Christians, Catholics, Hindus, Muslims, Jews
And all the others I have failed to mention
Keep their scheduled date, with: no exception
My reach is world wide from pole to pole
My daily catch fills my quota goal
I frequent many places to up my score
Favorite hunting site, a place called war
I have a few places of which I’m not proud
Apocalyptic horsemen, fields often plowed
Can’t elude me, I’m essential to the system
Arrivals need space to balance the fiefdom
As humanity marches to improved techniques
I could become passe in a matter of weeks.
Nonsense,I am inevitable, die has been cast
Live each day fully, cause it may be your last
Everyone dies but not everyone lives
Categories:
insuring, allegory, dark, death, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
She’ll always be our family’s valedictorian of sight…
For
She was the no nonsense type of woman who gave all of her love and insight to the world…
That was her gift, her sight and God’s sun that shinned through her… known as the light.
Hattie is our family’s pillar of strength;
Our educator of many lessons learned…
The type…
Who’d go the extra mile, the width, the distance and length; in insuring our family’s security, history, legacy; as well as other lesson’s passed down through the years …and now she leaves us with a scale from one… right down to her last lesson of the tenth.
And As
We come together as a family in the memories of Hattie…
We’ve all come to the conclusions of being blessed in having our own personal relationships with her that was meant to be; and with that in mind…
Her eyes of beauty will always shine through and within us; for all to remember and see.
And now that
She’s looking down upon us proudly… she’s happy to have engraved her individual and personal memories down within your hearts, minds and souls.
For
This is the biggest lesson that she leaves behind; her own personal legacies of personal stories with you to cherish; her own personal touch for which she alone and personally chose.
And now,
The heavens have opened up for Hattie and now she’s received her wings; with the angels rejoicing and singing.
Can’t you all see?
For this is what she envisioned her legacy, vision and happiness of memories with you to be;
A wonderful spirit of the wise
With the glimpse of looking through her eyes, so you can see
Her touch of class that will never die…
And lastly, “THE BEAUTIFUL EYES OF HATTIE”.
Categories:
insuring, beautiful, dedication, eulogy, family,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
'Knock, knock' on the door,
But, I won't let you in.
No, no.
The chamber of my heart is closed.
But 'knock, knock' you say.
Oh no!
I am stronger in this position than any other.
A huge 'liquidation' sign hung,
For months and months,
At my window pane.
I gave away everything I had to give,
To you,
To family,
To friends.
Nothing is left here,
Nothing for you,
Nothing for me.
There is no you and me.
My heart is closed.
I sacrificed,
I worked,
I gambled,
I lost.
I am fine.
'Knock, knock' you say.
But my door is closed to you,
Always now.
I won't let you in again.
No. no.
Go away, now.
I have nothing left to give.
The chamber of my heart was looted long ago.
Gutted.
Raised to the ground.
Left empty.
Dilapidated.
Condemned.
Like a broken down warehouse,
In some sort of insurance scam that went wrong.
Was that it?
Was this all some crazy scheme?
To gather insurance on care?
On love?
To put me in line?
To own everything I have?
Everything I am?
To control me?
Insuring against me,
Then ripping me apart,
Stone by stone,
Day by day.
No, no.
You can't come in again.
Not you.
Not ever.
Go away.
This fraud went wrong.
I build back up,
Brick by fragile brick.
I put up a wall,
With a sign,
'Private property',
Keep out!
Yet, 'knock, knock',
So, now I say,
'Trespassers will be prosecuted'.
Oh yes.
Come near me again,
I will tear you apart.
I have emotional dynamite,
Golden.
So much you don't know.
Oh yes.
Come near me again,
I will blow your life apart,
Just as you did mine.
'Knock, knock'?
Really?
'Knock, knock'?
Honestly?
You think you have a right to ask?
For anything?
Ever again?
Oh no!
Not now.
Not never.
Test my walls,
If you like.
They are steady.
Knock on the door,
If you like.
I'm not listening.
My chamber's closed,
My heart is not open for business,
Everything went in the recession.
I don't have a thing to my name,
Emotionally.
Except ambition.
And drive.
And a whole host of strength.
You can lay siege,
I won't notice.
You can knock,
I won't answer.
No, no,
Not ever again.
You are not welcome.
Oh no!
No more.
Please go.
Spare yourself the trouble,
Of the incessant knocking...
Categories:
insuring, funny, lost loveme, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Your Word assures me Your salvation
…Affirming Your power of regeneration
…Asserting Your work of redemption
…Awakening with Your miracle of new creation.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my transformation!
Your Word reminds me of Your tender mercy
…Refreshing my soul by Your loving kindness and clemency
…Rejuvenating my spirit with Your graciousness’ consistency
…Rekindling my faith in Your might’s fervency.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my growth’s constancy!
Your Word declares to me Your forgiveness
…Directing me to confess to Your throne my sinfulness
…Demanding me to cast to Your altar my haughtiness
…Disciplining me of my disobedience by Your righteousness.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my holiness!
Your Word instills in me Your standard
…Increasing my effectiveness as Your submissive steward
…Insuring my diligence the certainty of Your uprightness’ regard
…Invigorating my hope to march for Your banner forward.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my well-being’s safeguard!
Your Word teaches me Your paths of wisdom
…Taking me to the wonders of Your heavenly kingdom
…Telling me of Your presence midst my forefathers’ martyrdom
…Testifying to me Your corrections against spiritual boredom.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my genuine freedom!
Your Word leads me to Your heart
…Laying in my life Your perfect will so from it I won’t depart
…Lightening my vision to behold eternity’s rampart
…Lifting my pursuits with Your mark to fight Satan’s worldly dart.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my devotion’s best part!
Your Word shows me Your way toward fruitful service
…Satisfying by Your nourishing exhortation to magnify my office
…Sanctifying with Your reproof and warning along a reward-promise
…Saturating midst Your admonition to uphold Your coming notice
My God, fire me up through Your Word* for my reaching-out’s expertise!
*Psalm 18:30 As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him.
September 14, 2018
Categories:
insuring, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Kyrielle
We have the Birds. . .
Living life to the fullest. Rising with the
dawn, eager and happy to seek out their
first juicy meal of the day, without delay.
For this meal gives them stamina to fly
and gather twigs to carefully construct
their nests . . . nests to welcome their
little fledglings in the splendor of spring.
Then we have the Bees. . .
Bees live in their own devout community,
ever busy and content to gather nectar
to be shared by their fellow roommates
without avarice or ego driven traits that
plague the human spirit. We have much
to learn from the tiny bee, flying free.
The lesson we may learn from the birds
Is that contentment may be found in the
presence of Mother Nature as a divine gift
acknowledging a balance of gratefulness,
keeping within the bounds our eco system.
The lesson we may learn from the bees is
that each of us plays an important part in
insuring our growth in humanity by sharing
the fruits of our labor with each other in unity.
Sorry, Carol, I blew it and somehow missed your large
lettering of the word Acrostic. Not sure I will have time
to write another for your contest. --Connie
Categories:
insuring, lifemay,
Form:
Free verse
Every morning when I awake
And reach for my paper and coffee cake,
I check to see if my name appears,
Trying to quell my deepest fears
That this might be the very day
When the old grim reaper has his way
It’s really a little game we play!
He’s trying to catch me unawares,
I don’t think that he really cares
When it will be, as long as he can say he’s won…
The game is over… so long… it’s done.
But I must outwit his nefarious scheme
For it has always been my dream
To live as long as my enemies do
Longer is better from my point of view!
So I eat my veggies, drink my milk,
Cream my face till it’s smooth as silk
When I drink my wine, I never drive,
Insuring I will arrive home alive.
I watch my weight, walk a mile a day
And watch out for cars along the way.
I’ve followed the plan to a tee
But there is a problem that I see
I’ve gotten too old to run and hide
As I feel my bones rub together inside
So I’ve decided to lure him to bed
But with someone else lying there instead.
And since love is blind, he will not see,
The victim he smites is not me!
The game is over…so long…it’s done
But he’ll never know…it is I who’s won!
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Categories:
insuring, funny, old, drink, old,
Form:
Light Verse
I think sharp,
Making sure i penetrate through the sun,
Just to see what's on the other side,
What's manipulating the light,
The fight of survival,
The fight with spirit and that's your given rifle,
they fire shots from the sky,
I duck! insuring I'm not hit
Protecting my dreams,
my only missions which are directed by truths definition,
I go deep making sure that all words come alive,
The imagination that gets processed in my mind,
That kind of thought that's never left behind,
The outcomes of one fellow,
And the hype i feel when they all follow,
The winner! the grin in their face,
As they see me face to face,
Not like yesterday when they gave me that cold stare as if the grim reaper snatched their souls away ,
That dark phase,
the night before the day
When Nobodies ever there for you,
So you pray!
Pray for the light to stay
The selfishness in that way,
light was meant to shine on all
So! lets share the glow
Nobody wants to be left alone
Specially not with a hallow on their head
The light that passes to late
Resulting in ones fate,
The abyss,
the deepest place one can ever live
To the highest peak one can ever reach.
I'm rich of dreams,
rich of everything cause its all in my mind anyway
so I'm delusional and that's okay.
JUST WAIT!
As that could be my destination,
So I'm penalized for setting myself straight
Because I'm the night sky,
The unseen eye
The unheard melody
The untold story
So! I listen to the lies that they say,
Those invisible lines projected by the light to lead me to my fate,
From their mouths to my eyes
So I'm second,
No! I'm third
Now the spots on my skin shine
The stars! The beautiful guardians earthlings foretold,
But nobody sees me
I wonder Why?
Is it because of my dark matter that just occupies everything,
Well I know I'm dark,
Dark like the night sky
The noon, beautiful as the moon
I'm June to July
I rule, I see it with my third eye.
Categories:
insuring, courage, deep, hope, i
Form:
Verse