Best Reinstate Poems
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.
Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.
As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.
Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas
Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.
The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.
Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.
So we must be louder.
Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.
Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.
We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!
Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.
Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.
On misted streets of fog and pain
With lamp post lighted thoughts of rain
The city, bleak in heart’s demise
Is cold, as tears now taunt my eyes
To walk in disappointment’s dawn
The streets grow weary as I yawn
Though every life must sometimes shade
I contemplate decisions made
And though we all know things must end
And good things break and others bend
It’s hard to fathom graying skies
When promises are often lies
Yet, something always fills the crack
A light that somewhere has my back
To lift the fog of morning chill
And somehow reinstate my will
Between an unjust war or peace, which would you choose?
Ukraine had no choice so we must ensure they don't lose
Russian thugs invaded Ukraine to reinstate the Iron Curtain
And this is only the very beginning and of that I am certain.
I know it's a big ask, the Ukrainian people asking for more
But do you really want Russian thugs banging on your door
With the west and NATO's help Ukraine are holding their own
Now is not the time for the west, to look away and disown.
NATO and the civilised world should never bow to tyranny
If we're not united against Putin he will look on with glee
Don't waver in your support of this brave and proud nation
Don't hand Putin a hollow victory for the Russian Federation.
Like most of the civilised world, Ukraine wants to live in peace
If Putin wins do ask yourself, who's next, Estonia or Greece?
We've supported the Ukrainian people from the very beginning
Only with our support have they got a good chance of winning.
It's been nearly two years now and Putin hasn't yet succeeded
Ukrainians are fighting for their lives, but more arms are needed
It is certainly not the time for our politicians to argue about cost
If they do, it will be on their heads that freedom's war was lost.
I look forward to the day when Putin is put on trial in The Hague
Who's been the cause of so many deaths, more than the plague
Don't vote for gutless politicians who want to look the other way
Only by us being totally united will we be able to make Putin pay.
Written on 28th December 2023.
Very afforadable, this policy of protection,
you can read all about it, just look under
resurrection.
No monthly premiums taken from your bank
account; His Book of Life will show your net
amount.
Sometimes His agents will come to call,
A reminder of sort, He sees it all.
Never a late fee to reinstate,
just His forgiveness, is all it takes.
Whole Life is the premium plan, He offers you,
paid daily, by the things you do.
One policy, one name, no one else can claim,
the owner and beneficary, are one of the same.
Upon death your policy is paid,
eternal life for the choice you made.
As my mind flies back to the days of childhood,
I remember what funny games we used to play.
Children from far and near neighborhood
Would assemble every weekend to have fun all day!
Families in close vicinity were like a joint family.
Often sat together gaily round a common table,
Sometimes partaking of a tasty homemade fare
Or chatting and laughing merrily over many a fable
Neighbors were bonded together in love.
In every need, there was a helping hand.
Contented with what little each one produced,
Sharing what they had, lived as a single band.
In pain and strain, there was a shoulder to lean on
In joy, all could share, being connected to one another.
In days of old, men didn’t live isolated as on an island.
To each one, his neighbor’s pain was always a bother.
Now neighbors have become more like strangers.
Sometimes we meet them in the corridor or on the lift.
A flitting smile is passed between or a casual ‘hello’.
Life is too busy, from one pursuit to another, all drift.
Smart phones and internet have made life so mechanical.
All connections lost; another’s wellbeing is never our concern.
We must reinstate and rebuild the snapped-up ties.
Despite all progress, I wonder if to old times, we should return.
Feb.9. 2023
~ Placed First~
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Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant
Battered slate roof removed promotes damage
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish
Passage through gathered dirt
Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment
Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing
Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders
Hold each firm in order to flourish
23rd November
Come all you children
Day is braking , how all the birds are singing,
Glory to the Lord;
His peace on earth, and mercy He has,
God has blessed us with His love
Joyful we rise and great our Lord,
Join the birds in the sky;
The Universal nature says,
We are born a new each and every day,
Christ is with us always,
Christ, the everlasting Lord:
As He comes upon our call of help,
Always keep us on the right path,
Veil’d in flesh, to God we see,
Hail to our Lord Jesus of Deity,
Please oh Lord bless our friends,
Jesus, our savory for you we do,
Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace,
Hail, the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Mild we lays our glory to Him,
Born that man to die no more;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them a second birth.
Come all you children of the world,
come to Jesus the one who knows,
Fix in our hearts the humble home;
Rise, the worlds conquering seed,
Oh Lord we need your saving power,
Our souls need to be restored in thy ways;
Now in Spiritual union we join you Lord for ever,
Yours to ours, and ours to You Lord.
Jesus’ likeness, Oh God, efface,
Stamp His image in our hearts.
Send our Lord from above to guide us,
Reinstate us oh Lord in Your love.
Let us be the one though lost, regain,
Jesus is the life, the inner guide:
Oh, to all the world He comes to save,
With His love in each believing heart.
Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2016
Teach not the little children war
Impede them not to learn my law
lest my wrath with fierceness come upon you
See innocence in confused eyes
Saddened, scared, these be deprived
and cannot fathom that which they must view
How long would last your power sought
when land and blood be brought to naught
Oh men of little faith
Consider ye the children's minds
to reinstate of love divine
lest darkness prevail at your gates
Surely all shall lose the fight
who trust alone in human might
forsaking righteousness and peace
What god speaks into your ear
to motivate unto despair
and destruction to increase
Fear, each of you, from every side
There is no place for souls to hide
not to escape the face of the Almighty
Though martyr's cries do reach my throne
they shed not blood as were their own
thus, listen to your hearts, Oh men misguided
For all upon the earth shall see
that bond and free shall bow the knee
and proclaim that Jesus Christ is Lord
And if this faith men can concede
you all become the promised seed
of righteous Abraham
Wherefore then the battle's gain
If all have access to attain
who dare lift arms against his brother
Listen therefore not to deceit
Let your inheritance be meet
as to children who give honour to their mother
Oh men of war, your weapons yield
Replace with my well beloved shield
that your victory be the glory of the living God...
Galatians 3: 28-29:- There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free,
there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.
And if ye are Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs
according to the promise.
Misguided forces in our world
seek to reinstate Nero's declaration
in 64 AD, branding Christianity
an illegal religion,
not simply to announce it as truth,
but to make all people everywhere
believe it- and act on that belief.
Even in our nation, it's working!
We Christians help push the wagon
with our narrow, misguided emphasis
on "Separation of Church & State."
In our effort to keep the Government
out of the church, we've unwittingly
brought it in. Government regulation
is now at ridiculous extremes.
Our children cannot pray in public,
bibles are banned. God's name is stricken
from songs, prayers, coins. Mustn't pray
in Jesus' name, this might be offensive.
Christians are despised, persecuted,
just as prophesied in Nero's day.
Because America is known as a Christian
nation, our country is hated, our people
slaughtered- just as they were in 64 A.D.
*Illegal Religion
Shoeless Joe Jackson
and Charlie Hustle Pete Rose
reinstate them both
If I could breathe back life into one
Archimedes would have to be the one
And not just for fun.
Inventors to fill a need is what we need
Not ones that serve no need except greed.
Archimedes once re-acclimatised could yet fit the bill
If we give him a pill so he is not yet over the hill
His inventions though blasts from the past
Still apply to today's class.
Every time I turn a screw I think of him anew.
Filling a bath I cross his path.
Shifting a rock with a lever makes me a believer
That Archimedes could yet come back in favour.
Problem solving was his game
I am sure he could still put some current inventors to shame.
For which we are all to blame
For not telling them what we need
And letting them invent for no need.
Maybe that is why we have no modern day Archimedes,
To meet our needs.
To reinstate the original I see as the only way
If we want to save the day.
To avoid any glitch, I will steer him clear of the rich,
So they can not get first pitch.
It may not yet be too late,
If we bring him back to this date,
Our problems to relate
And ask him to invent to suit our need with all speed
To save our planet from our greed.
Just yesterday this patriarch
sat on the beach to watch the larks,
parents and grandkids digging sand
a warm sun, stranger in the land.
No breeze to sap the gentle heat,
the sea far off with the tides neap
absorbing there my day’s memoir
witnessing summers door ajar.
Aback the beach a little hut
specific for refreshment put,
its tables filling as mid morn
folk take a tea and scones sojourn.
The sea is creeping slow away,
some rush towards in there to play
then faster rush back to dry sand,
with blue imprint of sea’s cold hand
And now the rock pools have their day,
soliloquy has had its play,
with bucket, net and child to hand
adventures in crab-nippy land.
The plastic buckets slowly stocked
with outraged tenants of the rock-
pools weed filled tide deserted homes,
each forced to have a sloshy roam.
A sequenced of heart testing shocks
unbalanced on the slippery rocks
until it’s time to reinstate
in pastures new the crab ingrates.
Confident stride on firm packed sand
to reclaim our oasis land,
now circled closer than before
by lovers,haters,dogs and more.
The pull of home late beckons me
to bid adieu and saunter free
from the foundations once I laid
when I was young, across decades.
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path but it hurts
and I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
I'm a last and never rest
not 'til I bask that no flag flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride,
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed 'til I'm freed.
That's the wish beyond painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred,
and the positive drive is confiscated,
but don't be mistaken I'll reinstate it,
I aint breaking, this life aint there for the taking,
I'll rehabilitate me inevitably.
In the year of a blood moon,
they assassinated a King
Triple six stamped shrunken head dolls,
with voodoo stitched mouths,
spit the hate bullets out
Brotherhood?
Universal unity?
Visions of vanilla vanity splattered
Eye and eye shot thru —
Red, white and blue glass hopes shattered
Ebony minds full of empty frames,
violently awakened by an assassinated dream
A trilling Trump now says
the false dream was an Obama-nation:
a black stain on the royal flag linen
A New American dawn,
ushered in by a reverie bugle blown little horn,
is the same as the Old Star Spangled one
Roll back the progressive tide
Maintain a no-oreo attitude;
ain’t giving no affirmative helping hand,
ain’t getting no voter free ride —
Reinstate the purest Antebellum oppression;
have the coloreds learn
a modern day triple K, neo-Nazi slave lesson
Them white-cloaked dragon wizards say,
the Civil Rights War is over, chimp boy ...
this time the swastika losers got it rebel right!
As they drunk revel in coconut milk joy
An assassinated dream
lying dead on a Memphis balcony
A hateful, Egyptian pyramid scheme:
bury the King sleeper in a pauper plot
In the Shiloh year,
a jubilee harvest was reaped
under a crimson crescent moon
Another American dead-end dream
wore a lunar smiling death mask
Nowadays, everything ain’t apple pie kosher
as it seems
Hate assassins have again murdered
this lovely dream ... and it's bulrush offspring
All Obama legacy Samson ties
are severed with mercy so Philistine —
a permanent closing of the eyes
Purposefully the enemy has exhumed and cremated
the decaying bone doctrines of the King,
and character assassinated his following
Fifty years later,
and still picking up
the shattered jubilee pieces ...
My people keep bosom clutching
a King-size misty dream
Beggarly holding onto
a rejected peace offering
Written by H2O the silent poet
Silence Becomes Violence
The society has become blind, deaf and dumb
Its emotions have become numb
The knights are in deep slumber
Or are in the grave
The land seems to have no brave souls
People are robbed in broad daylight
No one dares to fight for the right
People lie for self comfort , old despised
Humanity manhandled, not revived
People see, hear but not speak
Were phones have more value than ones soul
This is the generation of the meek
The youth is busy in making video
Seems they have their own studio
Share the video, stare the woman
We have become unethical human
Sitas are abducted
No girl is protected
People roam without fear
Is this modernity, my dear?
Humanity is caged
But no war is waged
Listen, if you have any guts in you
Be the brave lion, not like cat that just go
Mew!!!
Because:
When crime spreads
Blood like water sheds
Women naked and raped
Humans chained and caged
Children fade and afraid
When lie is held high
The truth feels shy
Parents are thrown out
Criminals roam without doubt
When riots are solemn right
There is neither vision nor light at the end of the tunnel
When youth is used
Only to be misused
When the country is in ruins
Satan and Mephistopheles are twins
When home is not safe
Even father commits rape
If you still keep the silence
This is called master violence
Silence in these times
Is the heinous crime sickening ??
Rise and eradicate the crime
Reinstate the peace,in humanity elevate
Copyright @2021