Best Persecutors Poems
A Nook And A Story Book Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
There was a day last week that I felt alone and sad,
I carried days of grief and would pray for sweet dreams,
I held onto a glimmer of hope when I had an idea,
to get lost in my favorite book outside on the porch swing.
Sensuality of a solitary soul with desires of social freedom,
pretty dear Edna lost inside a condemning creole heritage,
although she loved the Gulf of Mexico and New Orleans,
she had love affairs with charming men during her marriage.
Her appetite for passion wasn’t accepted in the nineteenth century,
she craved lustful intimacy when it was strictly forbidden,
Edna wanders around and finds herself within sexual promiscuity,
in a small town news travels fast, even if she wanted it hidden.
Once wedded to the rich Leonce who traveled far too often,
Edna yearned for the embrace of other appealing suitors,
fantasizing beyond all common sense of comprehension,
alas she was constantly damned by hypocritical persecutors.
Satisfactions and warm memories sooth her darkest nights,
she thinks of her affair with Robert as she closes her eyes,
so deeply did he love her, although she only craved his physique,
she wore erotic moments on her back for a disguise.
Because of her rejection of the roles as a wife and mother,
she was an outcast, a fading woman lost in fear and sorrow,
no more love and lust to quench her deep thirst,
she awakens…not wanting to face another tomorrow.
Drowning herself in the deep water of the Gulf of Mexico,
released her from her miserable anguish she called home,
no longer could another touch her the way she needed,
she ended up living her last moments in despair while alone.
This poem is about the book "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin
The original name was "Solitary Soul"
Date Written: April 28, 2016
Do not fear the coming tempest;
See our God with faithful eyes.
He will care for you with interest.
This won't take you by surprise.
Do not worry that you'll perish.
He will raise you if you do.
By Jehovah you are cherished.
Our great God will rescue you.
Do not mind our persecutors-
those who strive to bring you doubt.
Let the Spirit be your tutor.
With our God your gait is stout.
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Have I not told you that what you mistake
for madness is but the overacuteness of the senses?
- Edgar Allen Poe, “The Tell-Tale Heart
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I have seen men forget to Look at themselves
And ponder on their souls and their hearts:
There they sit and smirk and giggle
At the frailties of fellow man
And at the fallibility of another.
Through misty dawn till dusk
Their lips move with stealth
Defaming and cursing at ease
Playing with the Cello of Death.
"He is insane, you can wager on that,"
"A bastard, he thinks like a swine,"
"He is spiritually dead, sold for cowries,"
Atrocious words from evil tongues.
A poet like me has been so addressed
Since my thoughts and ways are irrational:
The artist from Plato's time to present
Has lived under despicable sight.
Artists are strange people
In art they have found themselves;
In art they have found truth, happiness-
So, why call them mad? Why call them mad?
The persecutors burn with evil and delight,
And they are of the perfece breed, they think-
The best corn in the stack, hear them sing
The artist's head wedged beneath their legs.
written- 18th Feb. 2014
3:50 PM
I went to the chapel today
And I thought of a mother's loss
When I saw a picture of Mary
Praying at the foot of the Holy Cross.
To see a child suffer
There can be no greater pain
Especially one of your own
The one you have blessed with name.
She was there for the Crucifixion
And after His persecutors had gone
They had tried to end His Sacred Life
"But the Lord had just begun!"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
My heart grieves for past warmth, rocking guilt back and forth
Like a cradled infant, deceased, and torn
I wailed inside and expressed what the babies could not,
Pierced so purposefully. . . their blood drizzled lightly upon the streets
Two gray kittens, side by side
One face molded into the warm body of the other
Lethal legacy
Unjust proclamation- a threat to heart sensation
This vessel of mine sunk long ago… and now,
With emotions compacted and learned, I merely nod
Before my eyes had laid upon such tragedy,
I had been suffering a loss I can no longer withhold,
And as it was so near, I see his death over and over, so clear
My best friend, lying still- half in filth, half in glory
My cries of grief, overtones to his excavating spirit
You do not belong here any longer, sweet black angel
Your soft, dreamy eyes, your lovable ears,
Replaced by unappreciated jeers
I hear them in the night as it had happened
Oblivious me, in deep sleep
Dreaming up hopes later shattered
My tears fell upon his black fur,
His keen green eyes now dead and lifeless
Feel the burn, yes feel the burn of loss, I heard him whisper
Because in this very moment, you are changing!!!
How I both cherish and hate this alteration!
How it has transformed a hopeful soul into saturated slivers of sadness
Repressing anger and fear to ensure good became of his innocence
Now it has led me to these two outcasts,
Caught by others in their cold dimensions
As much as I wish someone to suffer for their absence,
Alone, I agonize, again
Crying internally for the persecutors
This world both baffles me and excites me. Today, this world has brought me to my knees in sorrow and humility.
~Dedicated to Spy, my beloved black cat , and to the sweet stray kittens of no name found 2 days later...~
May 2013 - October 18 RIP
My Babe on the other side
Had a interesting, second lasting conversation with Suey who died, but I got the concept in that split second.
I asked her how old she was now, she said 10, seems she is ripping it up her Grandfather for his molestation of her at that age. Also giving daddy a serve cos he poo pooed her when she told him.
Spirits get to give the 3rd degree to their persecutors on the other side!
Eg a few days before Suey died, me and mum spoke to Sue about my Grandmother being given my
Eighty quid wages. Suey spoke to her sternly beyond the veil. And my Grannie from beyond the veil came to my bed in the night and asked my forgiveness, I saw her face she was crying, as she spoke to me. Of course I forgave her! Don Johnson
WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED
We have overcome through the blood by the almighty
Son of Christ who came and died for us all on the cross
To pay for all sins of this world giving us hope for the future
to make change to rid the negative and to toss
The devil out of our wake as he was defeated long ago
he has no power over God's people to twist our mind
Nothing can move us out of the direction or path we go
through our lives let our salvation give us hope to find
A positive future for all people for God's watching us friends
with Him no demon or devil could ever block our way
Nor any followers of the wicked or smoke blowers with fumes
stay alert and focused for soon will arrive His coming day
Those who are followers of the wicked you can never halt
the movement of God's people who are working as a team
Dressed in the armor that God has given us to wear
to shake the wicked to the fullest depth and extreme
No barriers will hold me, no darkness will take me under
nothing will consume me for I came with a voice to break
Through the violence of this world, hatred from persecutors
I won't give the evil force of this world nothing to take
Let us rejoice together friends, let us speak out to all people
who are lost in the wilderness with no light always sightless
For great blessings belong to those who change their ways
for God has claimed you cleansed you making you righteous
Those who don't believe in change of a person who has struggled
is a fool of the devil blinded by nothing but darkness who bring
Nothing in their wake as they walk with pride with believed perfection
those who are bound by evil will lose not some but everything
We shall not be moved, we shall walk forward in unity friends
for God's army can't be defeated by nothing in this land
For the devil has no ground nor do any of his followers
who God when He returns will simply crumple to sand.
Written By: Joseph D. Boca
Almighty God*, Source of breath and Sustainer of life,
Now and always, I seek for Your new, fresh, rejuvenating favor.
Earnestly along Your guidance, I beg for Your assured triumph
Wrought by Your workmanship while I worship You, exalting Your name.
Brace up my faith, as I wish the best for all, including my enemies
Led by Your love’s light to let me forgive and then forget their wrongdoings
Enable me, please, to serve You by Your grace as I reach-out to them.
Saved by Your blood of wondrous sacrifice, I ask that You redeem their souls
Sanctify them through Your imparted righteousness
Enrich them with Your provisions’ of supply-abundance
Drive them toward Your heart with serenity.
Bless them with Your bountiful benefits
Enable them while empowering them to do right.
Grant them wisdom, knowledge, and discretion in dealing with oppositions
Instill in them kindness and understanding to be at peace with foes.
Nourish them so then can befriend those adversaries
Nurture them spiritually while they offer pardon to persecutors
Inspire and influence them with Your Word to win over frustration-causes.
Never give up on me and on them as we acknowledge our frailties.
God, we esteem YOU: You’re our everything; without You, we're nothing.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God…
April 14, 2019
Edited on December 20, 2023
3rd place, "Good wishes for my enemy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 1/4/2024
In your golden wonder we daily dwell.
In the words of life and that said let there be.
From them do we manifest when we fall to hell.
The beginning of hope we do see but in foolishness we end in gnashing.
From then horn a channel of purity for reunion with our creator.
The savior of the Israelites but the destroyer of the Egyptians.
Let this be for my enemies.
Oh, i wouldn't have been a worst sinner if it's declared,
Love your enemies and pray for your persecutors.
The doctrine which manifests on the cross,
This you and I must do not to end up in hell.
He's coming,
Yes He's coming.
Neither for the unforgiven fellow like you.
But for those that are dead to sin and daily lay their treasures under His feet.
Intrusion on silence's speech
Ushered in by a black van's screech.
A wigged man in his spectacle
Sits in tentacles of fates and miracles
And bystanders troops in and out
Some either chants, sings or shouts.
An old man braced himself at the dock
Vehemently clinging to the tinge of luck
Gallery of evidence and exhibit were displayed
At the gleeful eyes of the persecutors and the dismayed
The judge have seen and heard it all
To give his sentence and leave the hall
"Death by the rope" he declared with the gavel
On a sound block just before it clocked eleven
Though, he knew his judgement has no laxity
To determine his professional sanity
Blessings to each who need blessing;
Let the will of our Creator.
and the will of those suffering become as one.
Any man not standing with the righteous people of this earth then,
they are not in accordance with the almighty creator;
For the God, I serve is the yen and the yang.
Some, sit on the right side of God's throne, nothing can harm us.
As he will smite those who persecutors us with his left hand;
The Great I Am shall destroy those who disturb
joy, peace, and love in his creations.
If they have tortured, they shall also be tortured.
If they have carried out any assignments, not from the
Universal God of Creation;
They are the responding to a different signal;
Not on the same assignment,
and doeth not the will of the creator.
Obviously, the creator loves color as he has colored
Most everything upon this earth, especially his inhabitants.
The blacker the sweeter,
the redder the sweeter, the browner the richer.
The more, the better, the greener, the redder or the blacker.
Humans want the sweeter, greener,
blacker, in all the fruits and shrubbery.
They also, delight in
Bluer skies, pure white snow, and fluffier clouds.
This is no mistake:
Love what God loves;
More is Good.
Ase'
V. Is for Victory we have in the LORD
(Deuteronomy 20:4) “For the Lord your God is the One who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies to give you VICTORY.”
A. Is for Almighty God who fight for us
(Exodus 14:14) “The LORD will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
L. Is for the Love God has for us
(John 3:16) “For God So Love the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believe in Him shall not perish, but have Everlasting Life.”
E. Is for Everlasting Life we have in God
(John 6:40) “For this is the will of My Father, that everyone who looks on the Son and believes in Him should have Eternal Life, and I will raise him up on the last day.”
N. Is for Newness in the Lord
(Galatians 2:20) “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”
T. Is for Time that we have on earth
(Psalm 31:15) “My times are in your hand; rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from my persecutors!”
I. Is for Increase in the Lord
(Luke 2:52) And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man.” (And so will us)
N. Is for New Beginning in the Lord
(Revelation 21:5) “He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything New!” Then He said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”
E. Is for Expectation
(Hebrews 10:27) “but a fearful Expectation of judgment, and a fury of fire that will consume the adversaries.”
D. Is for Dominion
(Romans 6:14) “For sin shall not have Dominion over you: for you are not under the law, but under grace.”
A. Is for Alpha
(Revelation 1:8) “I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.”
Y. Is for Years
(2 Peter 3:8) “But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a Thousand Years, and a Thousand Years as one day.”
They sit in cold judgement,
their modern eyes cast baleful stares,
passing their false prophet's law,
upon his ancient blood;
eyes of blackened ice reply in silent amusement.
Still they judge him according to their ways,
money, property, suited jobs and cars,
he has a future of reputation's immortality,
his art will last beside his words;
as the bones of his persecutors become dust.
He smiles in a single wave of cold indifference,
as he watches them realise their fate,
small minds shaped by small cages,
dying in their living corpses;
as the wanderer shows them his back.
©David Nickle Read 2015
Swithun Wells
In his house Eucharist was celebrated,
that was his crime,
so he with others was hanged
in front of his house.
The queen or king were judges
of men’s consciences.
The past was cruel,
but man should just be free.
His persecutors believed in the same Christ,
only more local, not the global one.
As puppet church done by the king,
who claimed to be defender of the faith.
Saint Swithun for us pray,
let ecumenical movement grow.
Reunify us with Church
and help us reconcile all the wrongs.
Rejected and scorned by the ones I came to save
I feel the agony coming in giant wave
I have taught them love and healed their sick
But the murderer Barrabas, over me they did pick
In public my flesh is torn mercilessly from my back
With metal and nails at me they hack
I feel each lash of that heavy leather whip
With each stripe, flesh from my bones doth rip
They make for me a terrible, twisted crown
And clothe me in a tattered purple gown
I feel the thorns crushing into my head
The stone is stained, where blood I shed
As I pass through the streets baring my cross
At me, rocks and stones, my people toss
When my burden I can no longer bear
They give me someone with whom I can share
Up that long Calvary’s hill I slowly climb
Approaching at last the end of my time
They drive metal stakes into my feet and hands
Below me my many persecutors stand
Two more are to die with me today
The one on my left to the other does say
We deserve our punishment, but he does not
We must live with what we wraught
I look at this man and to him I say
Surely in paradise you shall see me today
The pain is greater than any I know
Father why have you forsaken me so
Into your hands my spirit I give
For I know soon again I will live
For this reason I was sent to Earth
To salvation and forgiveness, I gave birth