Best Nailed Poems
Opening the door to Pandora’s box where chaos descends
As the wickedness of the locusts descends upon this world
giving birth unto passions that have no heavenly equity
Craftily-constructed plausibility draws away the inexperienced mind
held captive within the wounds of prejudice that are licked by a splintered tongue
while our Lord patiently awaits with outstretched loving arms pierced deeply
Vain genealogies born of arrogance in an allure to the simple minded
unable to distinguish evil falsehoods from truth they stumble on nevertheless
brass mixed with sliver shines falsely bright to the deceiver and deceived
Error in judgement their blasphemous and impious opinions spread venomously
In an allure of reality where more true than then truth itself beckons mendaciously
souls of Our Savior colourless in creation for the divinity of heaven is not of this earth
Almighty transparency transcends in all earthly traits eclipsing a complete deceit
His Excellency most sublime radiant Gem gleams of eternity for all mankind
Whom when asked gives the Precious gift of His Blood through Grace unconditionally
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and liam mc daid
In this moment, the present here and now
Close to you in my hour of prayer
Oh! how I feel the flowing of power
In the here and now, thank you for care
Your glorious care, power, love, Father
You are gentle spirit everywhere
You are the great loving choreographer
Of lives working everything for good
The greatest spirit that is our coacher
Thank you loving Father for Son who stood
In my stead, bled and was nailed on my wood
i took the nails, and the cat too.
the hammer, the sink and the bed.
i burned them all. except the cat.
cos she loved me much more than the one i wed.
There was a roofer named Bob Ringles
Who liked to go to dances for singles.
There he met his soul mate
Who OK'd a wedding date.
'Til she learned Bob had the shingles.
Have you ever hung on a cross
metaphorically
Have you ever had too many
lines on the mirror
too many labels peeled of
bottles at dawn
cones that wreak
seen monsters
come out of waves you surf
eleven in the morning
Can you relate to this
attempt to catch
my attempt to
prompt you to think
without indoctrination
without malice
with empathy
congruence and
fidelity
but
by quoting
have you ever hung on a cross
I have failed.
And He has conquered
In this sub urban crucifixion
Of the mind
Have you found your crossroad
You know, the one where
Everything hangs in the balance
And your decision is a paradigm shift
Or is this where it ends?
On a day that had to be
He was nailed to a tree,
for crimes He did not commit
but He knew He must submit
They beat him so badly
that others cried so sadly,
but He would not repine
for your sins and for mine
A man... a son like no other
treated each one like a brother,
He forgave them because He knew
"For they know not what they do"
He died that day nailed to a crossed tree,
He did it because He loves you and me.
Opening the door to Pandora’s box where chaos descends
as the wickedness of the locusts descends upon this world
giving birth unto passions that have no heavenly equity
Craftily-constructed plausibility draws away the inexperienced mind
held captive within the wounds of prejudice that are licked by a splintered tongue
while our Lord patiently awaits with outstretched loving arms pierced deeply
Vain genealogies born of arrogance in an allure to the simple minded
unable to distinguish evil falsehoods from truth they stumble on nevertheless
brass mixed with sliver shines falsely bright to the deceiver and deceived
Error in judgement their blasphemous and impious opinions spread venomously
in an allure of reality where more true than then truth itself beckons mendaciously
souls of Our Savior colourless in creation for the divinity of heaven is not of this earth
Almighty transparency transcends in all earthly traits eclipsing a complete deceit
His Excellency most sublime radiant Gem gleams of eternity for all mankind
whom when asked gives the Precious gift of His Blood through Grace unconditionally
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and liam Mcdaid
Being sure that I had nailed it
I wished I could pat my own back.
With this poem I was certain
I would be leader of the pack.
Each day I watched as the others
Posted poems for the contest.
As I read I became worried
That my poem was not the best.
I pulled it to check for errors,
Perhaps a comma needed there?
When the member’s names were published.
Mine wasn’t listed anywhere.
Investigation showed I’d failed
To enter poem I thought nailed.
“Don’t you dare,” you told me, but
let me tell you, Dear -
I am one determined nut.
I don’t hear too clear!
Doing everything your way
makes life not so fun.
I will also have a say.
Come see what I’ve done.
See the picture hanging there. . .
what you’d not permit?
To the wall you wanted bare
I’ve gone and nailed it!
For the Nailed or Failed Contest
of Black Eyed Susan
This was an important game in a pennant chase.
The runner thought he could score from second base.
The ball was hit like a bullet into center field.
The other team was hoping another run this would yield.
The coach sent the base runner around third.
The center fielder threw the ball straight homeward.
Our stalwart catcher waited for the throw at home plate.
We were hoping that the ball would not arrive too late.
Our catcher caught the perfectly thrown ball.
He stood there adamantly like a brick wall.
The umpire saw that the catcher tagged the runner out.
This was the best play of the game without a doubt.
Some say u can never truly settle
Not until u find a woman who completes u
Well I guess I have,finally
She loves me for me
But yet something inside me
Tells me
That I should be better than I ever been
This woman is the mother of my children
And I would give the world to keep her.
She nailed the floorboards
with the sharp edges,
the remaining shards
of her soul. She was shattered.
The crystal-meth sucked
her flesh down to bone.
Her breasts were raisins,
her legs tiny pricks,
and yet she walked
the walk, she swayed
her hips to catch the eye
of any man willing to pay.
And at home, each day,
before her necessary work,
she continued to nail
her soul to the floorboards
and pray to a splintered cross.
Has anybody seen lots of teens of both sex,
doing community work?
They're out there cleaning parks,
scrubbing and washing graffiti off walls;
painting pedestrians while lines...
and by looking at them one knows
how they are feeling inside!
Ah, they have broken the law, got nailed...
and now they must pay!
One of them coming home exhausted,
told her mom, " I should have never stolen
that iPod...how stupid of me!
I could have found me a job and bought me one! "
" O, Child, you learn by admitting your mistake! " was her reply.
They Nailed me to the cross,
the cross of deceit and shame,
It went straight through my heart,
with blood flowing and my pulse
my pulse slowly fading
they laughed as they watched me die...
They tortured me and killed me,
my soul was dead,
and my self esteem was low.
My eyes are tired and my heart,
my heart has given up it just wants
to stop beating but the beating,
the beating just won't stop.
“How can you smile”, he asked of me,
“When life is so full of misery?
Just what is behind this mystery,
That puts a smile on your face where a frown should be?”
No misery that visits me today
Can break the promise that God has made
If in his glory, I bask each day
No misfortune can take my smile away
“And what makes you think these stories are true?
What has God ever done for me or you?
Our stomachs are still empty when the day is through
The pleasures we’ve known are short and few.”
Because this I know and I know it well
It’s in the stories that the gospels tell
God ensured that evil will always fail
When upon the cross his son was nailed