Best Persecution Poems
Salem
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Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door,
the sin interned therein is quarrelsome
No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore
the pitch that has upturned thy moral plumb
Forego thy demons, none would be found here
Such guile belies the pleasure of the young
Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,
so will thy measure see the pious hung
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Date: 11/14/2018
Sponsor: Julia Ward
contest: Unrest of Spirit
Here and there I saw the fear
People running & saying it clear
Corona here, corona there
Some ran for needs
Some ran for greeds
Some were worried about all their deeds
It took me back in a reverse gear
It took me back to Kashmir my dear
Quarantine here, Quarantine there
persecution is starting to grow
from coast to coast
persecution even comes from those
you care about the most
husbands wives sisters and brothers too
can sometimes even persecute you
persecution is dished out to us
like food on a plate
but we can call on the Lord it's never too late
take to the cross all your troubles
your burdens and your pain
for he will restore you and make you whole again
he will refresh you and make you anew
he will be with you no matter what you
have to go through
persecution is something we may not always understand
but there is comfort knowing
God is always with us
holding us in the palm of his hand
if your'e feeling persecuted or it feels like something is trying to make you fall
just hand it over to the Lord
for he's the one who will take care of it all.
2 Thessalonians 2: 3-12
We thank you Lord
that when persecution comes our way
you help us and strengthen us
in every single way
there is no problem to big or too small
whateevr our situation you help us face them all,
thank you for you Love
thank you that you care
thank you that your'e always there Amen.
I lift my eyes up to the mountain where does my help come from?
my help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. psalm 121 : 1-2
Motorcycle Persecution gone mad.
Are they persecuting Posties?
On the streets of Brissy town ,
Cos them brawny bloody bikies,
Have made the Police to frown,
Hells Angels on Vespas,
on the footpath interviewed,
Do you have the drugs upon ya,
Is ya doing something lewd?
Nah we just taking Teddys to the kiddys hospital mate,
To put a little smile on the sad ones dial or plate,
Worried weekend bikies, being jerked off the bloody road,
And poor old guys at seventy, grilled for the bikie code,
The muttering and whinging, it’s all about the super sap,
The prince of persecution he knows just where it’s at,
Motorbike of persecution, good ole Police know where to pat.
Ludicrous say the locals,
as bikie Posties cringe in fear, {postman}
The Syndrome sure is biting,
And me “put put’s” acting *****.
Don Johnson
Of course we have bikies and Hells Angels etc and gang wars...
We also have a state Premier who persecutes people including bikiers and the handicapped, tossing the cripples out of their housing and taking their carer payments from them...big smiles all the time too:}
Imitation is sincere,
Flattery in every line,
DH inspires passion.
Words read so similar,
Anger ignites in me,
DH pestered to frustration.
I create havoc, slinging venom
Like tossing candy in a parade,
DH pays the price for my sin.
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In winter's cold grip
In the land of the Angles
The Good Christians came
Against their will to a trial
In a grand city
Called the Ford of the Oxen
Good will be slaughtered
By the hands of hot fire
The hands of the judge
The home's ruler was their judge
His stare was piercing
That went with flaming outbursts
And with his red hair
And the king's false overseers
Were the proud jury
Against the thirty Christians
Who came years before
Who came to spread medicine
To heal the ones sick
Cleanse all those with leprosy
To raise the ones dead
Cleanse all those with black demons
All without a fee
But to the judge and jury
This was dark poison
That spread about pestilence
And the Good Christians
Were flees spreading everywhere
Now in England's robe
Eating away the fabric
The thirty Christians spoke thus
"Blessed are those ones
Who suffer from sword or flame
From rope or prison
Or from winter's sheer coldness
For the sake of light
For Christ and goodness itself
For they are Christ's own
They are in heaven's kingdom"
The jury looked on
In their long adorned white robes
Clenching their own fists
Feeling their ring in their palms
"Heretics!" They yelled
With that word, the trail ended
They were now guilty
Still they sang a song of life
"Blessed are those ones
Who are reviled and hated
Rejoice and be glad
For great is the light of Christ"
As red flames rose up
The king in his ruthlessness
Had all of them flogged
In the sight of the cattle
And had their brows burned
And drove them from oxen's ford
And they stripped them all
To wail and die in frost's grip
Or be still in pain
But they kept singing with joy
The king shut his mouth
For hot anger chained his lips
His freckled face scowled
All the cattle were ordered
To have no pity
And walk to the other side
If one is in sight
And not pour good oil and wine
On their bleeding wounds
And not let them find an inn
To find some shelter
They were in winter's cold chains
For nature herself
To be executioner
Those few Good Christians
Still had the spirit in them
And looked to the stars
Just as Christ laughed on the tree
They joyfully laughed
They went to this world laughing
And left this cold world laughing
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Some people....
Speak in Tongue....
And some speak out
Of the side of their neck'
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Some do it to supplement
Their own sadistic
Vision's....
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Strait out of the Arm's
Of Pedition
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But, when it comes' to Sin
Their is no such thing as
Remission
GF
Pain
Pierces
Profoundly-
Penetrating
Pangs
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Sponsor: Joseph May
'Light up the Page' contest
Placed 1st
© 16th March 2019
Sermon....Garden city primitive Baptist 83015
There are many ways to avoid persecution...
W h at this amounts to...
Fitting in with the world..
Not standing out in the crowd...
If it is standing up for jesus and standing out for him..
This is testimony worth the persecution..
The world hated me...it will hate you the master said...
God give us state n goth to endure times of trouble
Amen
Thousands of miles, dozens of shoes
A weary traveler spreading the news
A walk to Beijing, the old man appealed
For belief in the Great Law, his pure heart real
chorus
“Falun Gong is Good” the old man said
As he opened his backpack exposing straw shoes of bare thread
But he was arrested as he quietly spoke
Sacrificing his freedom for truth, faith and hope
He continued to say “The government is wrong”
As he was dragged away, appealing for Falun Gong
July 20th, 1999, marked this historic day
A horrific persecution that left China in dismay
chorus
"Falun Gong is Good” the old man said
As he opened his backpack exposing straw shoes of bare thread
But he was arrested as he quietly spoke
Sacrificing his freedom for truth, faith and hope"
Hundreds of thousands were tortured and killed
Practitioners appealed for justice to be fulfilled
Reports from the west, Kilgour and Matas revealed
A new form of evil throughout China was sealed
chorus
Falun Gong is Good” the old man said
As he opened his backpack exposing straw shoes of bare thread
But he was arrested as he quietly spoke
Sacrificing his freedom for truth, faith and hope
State organ harvesting, of live practitioners is true
The world’s people were shocked at the horrific news
A nefarious scheme, the CCP evil strong
Strengthen the military, and eradicate Falun Gong
chorus
Falun Gong is Good” the old man said
As he opened his backpack exposing straw shoes of bare thread
But he was arrested as he quietly spoke
Sacrificing his freedom for truth, faith and hope
Buried in the dungeon of oblivion
Was the agony that once gripped me
When I was persecuted because of my faith
As a new convert to Christianity which the Bible teaches.
Now, the memory of such phase in my life is being resurrected
While I’m engrossed watching a significant event in world history,
The Dark Ages with its gruesome horrible Inquisition Period
Exposing the “Martyrdom of the Fathers of Our Faith.”
Vividly, the images of religious persecution prevail with glorious triumph
As they present fervent devotion to the almighty sovereign God
Expressed by those illumined by the Holy Spirit and freed from sins’ shackles
Whose raison d'être was to please their supreme Creator
like what the New Testament saints did, who even asserted:
“We ought to obey God rather than men.”
With such nostalgic mood, I’m reminded of how the Lord worked in my life
When I was once under fiery trial in my young believer’s life
By the tender mercy of God along His compassionate might
I emerged victorious --- praising Him, exalting His name
Assured of my Saviour’s precious words in John 16:33:
“…In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer;
I have overcome the world.”
Thus, amidst sufferings that go along my commitment in serving God
Despite consternation belittling my sacrifices for heavenly pursuits
I’m humbled to abide in the will of my Master,
bearing in mind this Scripture’s truth:
“Yet if any man suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed;
but let him glorify God on this behalf” (I Peter 4:16).
October 10, 2018
3rd place, "REMEMBERING WHAT YOU WANT TO FORGET" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 10/15/2018.
Born as a liberal Jew in Germany, An young Diarist famed posthumously.
She is none other than Anne Frank,
Whose mettlesome life prematurely sank.
With Hitler and Nazis came to power,
Persecuting Jewish people out of rancour.
Anne's family moved from Germany to Netherland,
But unfortunately became the subject of persecution.
Soon they moved to a secret hideout,
Finding no other alternative wayout.
However one day came the bolt from the blue,
Her family became the captive of World War ll.
The Germans took them to the concentration camps,
Father got separated, mother died of starvation.
Emaciated, shivering body and infected with scabies,
Anne's ebullient life began to cease.
Head shaved, strip naked and hard to recognize,
Anne ultimately embraced death with dreamy eyes.
The prince of persecution,
A petty little man,
Petty ponsy polititian,
Who picks on the poor,
And thinks it’s grand?
Blinded by it’s giant ego,
Arrogant, bloody boor, a grinning,
Has corruption opened doors?
The evil side is winning,
“People power” will turf him sure,
If, not as brainless as before,
Haw de haw haw…
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Don
Richard Vobes, a gentle man with measured tones
Helpful content broadcast to many, inventive mind
Makes often light; on 'you tube' of dark designs palpable as night
Airless, almost we feel, and hear see bad actions
Observe distrust and fear, documented intentions
Of hostile vein, tenseness in multitudes inherent strain
90% the target say just a few, less to share with me.and you ' entitlement averice honed, affluent genre grasps
Sanity is sidlined, health reverseal oxeygenless gasps
Deny life support, its now percived wisdom do you know?
Intellectual nhillisam is systemised, yes savagery is
Suited is tailored, its wretchedness is at a euglogy, despicable action is festering, dispersed worldwide.'
Dear, God keep Richard sane and whole, guide him
Teach him, let more reality be told.'