Best Merciful Poems
Upon the wings of mortal life we fly.
Roaming from cradle through soil, sky and sea,
We grope through sin like Adam; then we die.
Oh Lord, be merciful, I plea.
Our nascent hearts carefully trail life's terrains,
The path we walk is choice, not destiny.
Feeble, we fumble in our quest for frail gains.
Oh Lord, be merciful, I plea.
Temptation shows her face at every turn
Deceitful words spur our soul to death's tree.
Like Eve, who ate the apple, our lives churn.
Oh Lord, be merciful, I plea.
The cross of iniquity is hard to bear,
In faith we turn to God on bended knee.
Craving a contrite heart devoid of fear.
Oh Lord, be merciful, I plea.
We beg for restoration, a fresh start.
That we may stand blameless and ransomed be,
Forgiveness is the gift Christ did impart.
Oh Lord, be merciful, I plea.
In a world full of woes we need great grace.
Eternal life, God’s gift, can set souls free.
That we may in heaven behold your face.
Oh Lord, be merciful, I plea.
Ó January 26, 2014
By Adeleke Adeite and Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Grab your Partner
Sponsored By: POETESS DARKLY
If, Plead I, Beg I, To Merciful Heart, Dare Write,
Dedicated To Master Poe
If, a master of dark poetry I could be
composing verses that shows Light's truth to be free
in mind's hidden realms, take witnessing midnight strolls
as such the better, Light's greater powers extol
With nary a fear, that Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
Plead I, writer for justice as born I to be
kind of man, brave and true, as stout as an oak tree
as a word warrior, that this wicked world would fear
as poet, with a courageous path true and clear
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
Beg I, blessings be on white paper from black pen
with sweeter hope sent to children, women and men
words set to regale and show how Light's truth prevails
in recounting from those dreams, many darken tales
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
To merciful heart, this deep hope as my sweet goal
knowing well, such would take a sacrificial toll
in doing comes, ills that beset a poet's heart
sacrifice to the better, Light and Truth impart
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
If, plead I, beg I, to merciful heart, dare write
setting Light to Dark fears of mankind's scary nights
will Life this gift again punish as it did Poe
gifting blacken-sorrows everywhere I dare go
With nary a fear that, Truth ever meets defeat
knowing such verse to many is so very sweet!
Robert J. Lindley, original rhyme,
June 9th 1985--
edited, August 1989, May 1997, November 1999,
July 23rd, 2007 and finally today, December-08--2019....
FORTY-EIGHT VERSES EVENTUALLY CUT DOWN TO THIRTY.
“…when power narrows the areas of man’s
concern, poetry reminds him of the richness
and diversity of his existence…”
—John F. Kennedy
Medieval misery crushing citizens;
Shackled: grueling, clanging, negativity
Middle Passage past, plaguing, yet frightens;
Intense insanity—gangs captivity!
Draining dreams and desires from hearts—slashed:
Ancestral destruction, devastating;
Bones protruding from ribs, weakening—lashed;
Sight yet sickening, distraught, disgusting!
Will God speak in molding humanity?
Will His divine grace cleanse such evil souls?
Self posed dictators, fool’s insanity
Greed in governing—crushing others’ souls!
Where art thou, Master of the Universe?
Hold not thy hands while the poor suffer worst!
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© Joseph, 10/1/08
© All Rights Reserved
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Semi finalist contestant
292 out of 887 submissions
June 1, 2009 International Contest
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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From the beginning to the end tithe.
Round the circle of eternity, she writhes.
Fresh, full, ripe, and undeniably free.
O God, be merciful to she.
Fill the receptacle with riches untold.
Harvest the bounty of beauty unfold.
Lust not for love is a more precious fee.
O God, be merciful to she.
Trust in companionships hearty store
Let loose the randy and rabid bore.
Feast on the comfort of kindnesses decree.
O God, be merciful to she.
As I Hold Her Under This, Merciful God's Moon
Her heart sang, the tune broke my lost song
life without her, how did I ever get along
Clouds once loomed over my every long day
before she made me bow and silently pray
Please keep this dream in my lost life
remove painful sting and life filled with strife
Let her dance and sing another sweet tune
as I hold her under this, merciful God's moon
Hold time back as I find a miracle now
give me wisdom to find out just how
To win her heart to join with this lost soul
her love and life is my blessed newfound goal
I pray that this new branch bears sweet fruits
as we seal our fate and our tree sets firm roots!
12,05, 2014
Merciful Mirror
‘Merciful Mirror on the wall...what is the greatest of our fall?’
The invasion of illusion the greatest of your fervent fall
The absorption of confusion the bigotry of your brawl
The ties that bind you within a decumbent diversion
With eyes that blind you in a camouflaged conversion
In your reflective Majesty of malignant Kings and Queens
A taunting travesty behind the sabotaging smoke screens
In your collapsed cognition of a wandering wasted mind
Within the arrogance of ambition you have been confined
In moments of reason your thoughts delude in deflections
Solitudes in secretion devolving divided dissolute directions
In deep and dormant the evil entraps your scrumptious soul
In a tangled torment as perpetual puppets terminally troll
Mirrors of infinity and infatuation you must eagerly escape
Before the darkness and damnation pulls on the final drape
Within the shattered silences a delusional dimensional attack
Your vengeful viruses will mirror the world of a bridal black.
Sept.21.2017
Mirror Mirror
Sponsored by: craig cornish
How can you obtain
Mercy
If you are not
Merciful
Birthing Loving Merciful Trees
Seeking any mercy, found greater peace
every step gifted so very much more
Quest gave my lonely life another lease
ever a pleasure never a sad chore
Every dawn brought another super gift
happy nights, flying in with joyous ease
Birds in flight forever , ever so swift
love springing up, as pretty as you please
Giving thanks for serenity and all
journey concluded, racing quest sent back
Joy answered each and every crying call
acceptance for all that this life did lack
Peace then birthed those loving merciful trees
Joyous fruits answering desperate pleas
Robert J. Lindley (edited 04-05-2015)
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 95
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Note: A quest I finished long ago.
A poem of the now, looking back at the then.
Love heals all, even a broken hearted man..
This write was inspired by my reading just today ,
Peter Duggan's great poem titled -- Sincerely...
Thank you my friend, you give so much....
Forgiveness and compassion flows
in a heart, merciful and kind
with loving goodness one bestows.
Forgiveness and compassion flows
just like God's love for mankind shows.
Graciousness, would then be defined...
Forgiveness and compassion flows
in a heart, merciful and kind.
November 20, 2020
Graciousness Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
If I was to die today,
where would I go if
I still live in sin...
If I don't take God
seriously !!
Every time that I try to
the devil gets the best
of me...
But I'm ready to follow
the word of The Lord.
I won't let the devil
tempt me no more !!
In Gods grace I want
to reign, and through
his son is the only way.
Starting today
I'm gonna change
my life.
Starting today
I'm gonna accept
Jesus Christ.
I will live to honer
his name, and pray
to the heavens for
better days.
I want to feel his
presence in my life,
may he mentor me...
Give me the strength
to pull through whatever
life has in store for me.
I will not let sin
define me !!
This time around
the devil won't win,
not as long as God's
in my heart...
And I follow the word
of The Lord.
Jesus so merciful
who died on that
cross for our sins
to be forgiven...
I finally understand
your sacrifices, risking
it all to save my life.
Written by: Poet Shi
God Is Just Kind And Merciful
Upon all rivers, hills and vales,
Who rules over world so beautiful ?
Behold, Lord of heaven and earth,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
God created heaven and earth,
All Universe so wonderful;
Also creatures big and small,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
Sun, moon, stars, all galaxies,
Snow – clad mountains, forests and rain;
His footprints are rainbows colourful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
Seas, oceans, and deep waters,
Sharks, whales, and sea turtles;
Pearl oysters, corals, fishes colourful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
Rain forests, lush green trees,
Squirrels, birds and honey bees;
All wild creatures so wonderful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
With wars looming overhead,
Humans, don’t indulge in bloodshed;
We all must better be careful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
Nuclear and biological weapons,
If used they will spell our doom;
Result of wars will be painful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
For all God’s blessings let’s be grateful,
With Divine blessings life will be meaningful;
Destruction of God’s work is so sinful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
Shun differences of religion, caste and creed,
Wipe tears of poor and needful;
Let us make this world peaceful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
World needs noble souls like Mother Teresa,
Whose selfless love for destitutes;
Made so much difference to woeful,
God Is Just Kind And Merciful.
@Dr Kulsum Mehmood 28 / 11 /2017
Merciful Deceased Mother - Father T'will See Thee Anon
Atheism underscores bedrock
schema Holy Toledo
encompassing mine secular humanistic credo
simultaneously tricking elusive illusion, sans
supernal radiant quintessence
blasting damn ming the torpedo
didst alight kindle linkedin skepticism,
asper this son kissed faith no more,
(nor e'er didst I believe)
with irrefutably blinding albedo.
Though both parents
predecessors theology, included prayer
purportedly distilled within
Eastern European Jewry, where
without bonafied definite
certainty doubts to square
lee dismiss, this mortal
forced to conjecture dare
ring declaratively, while
sitting in thinking chair
(bet my bottom dollar to air)
course, I take leap of faith here
me forebears most likely
modus operandi did adhere
practiced, skewed, premised
Semitic virtue and vice
towed toward theistic obeisance suffice
hath to claim parochial paradigms mice
self attests little doubt,
(no matter scant rice
sized grain genealogical details posit,
one granule pepper, or
other old World spice)
supposed speculative precepts
akin to bing as loose as lice
sen shuss behavior
precepts prevails precise
lee predicated on
(at the minimum Reformed) price
less cherished Jewish,
traditions as device
ordering existence, (perhaps Judeo Christian)
principled tenets to whit
and mention above sit
chew waited at down
chronological arc soon to quit
final chapter of life, though
near ninety year old papa will visit
death be not proud realm
after he doth exhaust limit
of his mortal tenure, I admit
he gives nary a fig,
his meager profit
will not be deeded to any church,
and this sole son
expects (dentured teeth to grit
tight and eyes teary)
to reed only commendable
comments asper his obit,
where spirit of Harriet Harris fuses
with that of Boyce Harris as one unit
Tarry yon forever!
And the cemetery was still,
The Reaper looming over his kill.
Every face bearing a look so grim
Gazing at the pall near the pit's rim.
None understood why she was taken that night,
It made no sense; it didn't seem right.
Seven years are far too few
To call a life full that was so new.
But the casket lay by the hole it would fill
As the angels wept and the cemetery was still.
And the cemetery was so oppressively gloom
As it accepted soil so the child it might entomb.
The heavens joined family and friends as they grieved
For the light, the beauty, from them the Reaper bereaved.
Silent he stood at the foot of her grave
While memories washed over him in a wave.
She had cried and screamed; begged for reprieve.
Which is why he reached out; her pain to relieve.
In his eternal eyes the reasons were clear.
He pulled her from torment; spared her her fears.
And as a lone diamond tear fell from his dome,
He whispered, "apologies, dear child, but the cemetery is sanctuary,
The cemetery is home."
Written May 18th, 2016.
In merciful hearts kindness flows
like sweet scents in gardens
Compassionate gates never close
to those who seek pardons
Everyone makes mistakes
Causing grief and heartaches
But kindness heals the breaks
Benevolence starts
In merciful hearts
January 27, 2022
Quietus (Jan 2022 edition) Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Melancholy men meandering many muddy miles. Marred minds, muffled moans, marked madness. Minimized merciful miracles; morphs mans’ magnified misery.
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