Best Scoffers Poems
To those who think that poetry must be
of lofty things, not sensuality
To those who write of stars and sun and moon
and who to romance will not ever swoon
To those who write of angst and misery
of all that has gone wrong in history
To those who think I write frivolity
and read not what I write: an oddity!
I write to you, and all my thought's I'll bare
and see if you can argue if you dare
If you’ve forgotten passion's blazing fire
Or how consumed your heart was with desire
If you’ve forgotten romance in the night
Or making love in early morning light
If you’re denied the thrill of ecstasy
And can’t bear witness to its urgency
If you have come of age when health concerns
are all of life that now your mind discerns
I tell you dear, the fault is yours not mine
Devoid of love life meets not plan divine
The gift of love is granted from on high
You can’t deny that even if you try
the pleasure’s woven in anatomy
He formed and blessed our sensuality
To reproduce was in his own design
But also to enjoy the act sublime
There is a little bud that’s meant to thrill
It’s only use is pleasure to fulfill
So tell me, what is life if not for this
To show commitment with the sweetest kiss
In right communion to be drenched in love
And in its throes to glide to heights above
My fellow poet, write of lofty things
And all the finer thoughts that wisdom brings
I pity you for love and passion’s reign
Has banished you from glory with disdain
All nature and all life with love is mixed
And so my mind with passion is transfixed
It’s love that makes this world go round and round
Without it, best be buried underground.
Eileen Manassian
Dreamers dream
Scoffers scoff
Thinkers think
And droppers drop
Artists create art
Writers will write
Beware of biters, yes they will bite
A smiler will smile
Still sometimes they'll frown
Although mostly happy
There are times they feel down
Laughers may laugh
Other time they will cry
Life ain't so easy
That's why tryers try
Stinkers will stink
Comforters will comfort
Listen to trumpeters
They really do trumpet
Listeners will listen
Talkers will talk
Movers will move
It's hard for them to stop
Shakers will shake
Steppers will step
You wouldn't be surprised
If a sleeper slept
Circles will circle
Back to the start
A dreamer dreaming
Creating his art
Dusted off for SKAT's contest.
Form:
THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST
Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again
If you believe this in your heart, and live it, say Amen
But if you scoff and say to others, that you don't believe
There will come a time when nothing can relieve
The fear that engulfs you when Jesus says to you
"Depart from me, I never knew you"
There shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth that day
When scoffers and unbelievers hear Him say
Separate the wicked from among the just
And do unto them what you must
Then you'll be cast into a lake of fire
With flames that soar higher and higher
But if you believe what the Scriptures say
Then it won't have to be that way
These words He'll say to you my son
"Enter into my Father's rest. Well done"
So hear these heart felt words I speak
Don't wait another day or week
You may not have that much time left
Before you meet the Angel of Death
So I beseech you while you still can
Take advantage of God's great plan
Then you will know beyond any doubt
That eternity in hell has been ruled out
Curtis Moorman
22 March 2020
In watching the television or looking out my front door
Alongside it seems to run with the verses of Matthew 24
Rumblings from The Ring of Fire and rumors of War
Things have become so dire like He's right at the door
Only the Father knows as we sit here in the toes of time
Humanity reaching new lows with no reason nor rhyme
Decieved by the wicked one, unable to see, hear or understand
The Light of his only Son, nails through each Hand
Scoffers? Too many to name and the increase in wickedness
Jesus took your blame so it's Heaven you wouldn't miss
So many are in the dark and there they may forever remain
Not even in the ballpark as even understanding this a strain
So they gamble with their soul with odds they can't win
Jesus took your roll in the punishment of your sin
Just think for one minute, and call upon His Name
Do this one little bit and life will never be the same
I pray for all lost souls,
that God May bless them
with the greatest gift of all,
Faith in His Glorious Name.
A gut full of grease is a glutton for greed
A swirling cesspool of sinful man's seed
These men of corruption, a pitiful breed
They trust their own hearts, which deceives them indeed
Prey for the fallen and wicked to feed
Who whisper with promise to fill man's each need
They scoff at God's promise, those depraved will not heed
They mock every word in God's Book when they read
Rejecters of Truth, in which mankind is preed
They have no fear of Christ, Who shall judge every deed
He Who gives man the breath for his life to proceed
He alone, in strict justice, shall perfectly meed
He Who casts into hell, by His Word, whence decreed
He Whose anger, and fury, and wrath shall exceed
All the strength of His creatures, who must there ever dreed
He Who mocks, in derision, all the damned as they plead
He Who laughs as they weep and they wail to be freed
He Who kindles the fire that shall burn every weed
Reprobate beings shall become as a glede
The bread of the leaven He shall thoroughly knead
He Who bled as they jeered shall then jeer as they bleed
When He smites with His iron they'll remember the reed
They'll remember His cup, that accursed Ganymede
He forsaken of God that the veil should be screed
He Who endured that redemption succeed
He Who for sinners was made sin, to accede
For sin, and the Devil, and death to impede
The powers of darkness were forced to recede
As did that legion of swine once stampede
When Jesus returns riding 'pon a white steed
Armies of angels and saints shall He lead
Open your ears and your eyes and take heed
Do not let your heart be a stone when you read
The Word became flesh, as the God-Head decreed
Son of God, Son of man, incorruptible Seed
A Savior for every sinner in need
Son of man, in the flesh, come to weep and to bleed
Son of God, Bread from heaven, to heal and to feed
Christ Jesus, the Son, that He might intercede
To reconcile God with the chosen to be freed
He Who the Son frees shall be free indeed
September now having past as October has now arrived
In such a harvest so vast of what has one really derived
For the Harvest is not finished but it has only just begun
A point not diminished as now all things still aren't done
Russia is in the Middle East and Israeli tensions are rising
But to say the least you can not say that this is surprising
First it was Putin and the Ukraine as a stepping off point
Of course he is insane and so too are those who'll anoint
And the Markets aren't exempt as world economies strain
Some feeling a little verklempt but greed controls the brain
The big shemitah lying in wait but that war will help oil rise
Yet remember 777 in 2008 so like I said before, no surprise
The technology has been here but so rarely has it been used
But one thing is clear, the world is more and more confused
Like waiting at a railway crossing in hearing it from far away
In so easy tossing the unfortunate who have chosen to stray
2Peter 3:3-4
Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers,
walking after their own lusts, And saying, Where is the promise of his coming?
For since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue
as they were from the beginning of the creation.
Come chase butterflies with me in the sun,
let's race through the fields and laugh as we run.
Start by believing, then let yourself dream,
romp with dolphins, or chase salmon upstream.
Be a tree hugger, ignore the scoffers;
cherish the miracles that Earth offers.
See turquoise waves crested with frothy foam
or silver waters, the color of chrome.
Climb rugged mountains capped in virgin white,
studded with crystals of glistening light.
Sniff Spring, riding upon a fragrant breeze,
and inhale Winter's breath, where oceans freeze.
Feel the wind dance on grains of shifting sands,
as it sculpts desert dunes in rippling bands.
Welcome the fog like a ghostly specter,
and spy on honey bees sipping nectar.
Follow me and enjoy your gift of birth,
exploring the magic splendor of Earth.
Come, let us play, leave your worries behind,
and get your priorities realigned.
Violent Faith
There is nothing more pleasing to God the Father
then for Him to see His precious children press in,
to take His Word just as it is written
and over the devil and his companions they will triumph and win.
The children of God these days, have “Violent Faith” it seems
courageous and fearless knowing the Lord is on our side,
with the truth of God’s Word in our heart we are to recover the spoils from the devil and
to his face tell him we know that to us he has lied.
“For, we service the Almighty God the precious
King of Kings and Lord of Lords is He,
the One Who holds the universe in one hand
with still enough room to hold you and me.
Violent Faith – what about Noah who heard the voice of God tell him
build an ark here in the middle of this dry land,
so working and toiling he got it all done
amidst the scoffers of the day he chose to take a bold stand.
Then came the two of the twelve spies, Joshua and Caleb
who proved to have known the voice of their God,
they said, “Giants in the land, who cares, isn’t Jehovah Nissi on our side”?
And they alone wanted to go and possess the promised sod.
Violent Faith – again like Joshua who said,
“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord”,
or the shepherd boy, David, who trusted his God for the victory over Goliath
more than Saul’s armor and his sword.
Oh, for us to get a clear picture set in our mind
it’s so much fun to spoil the enemy’s despicable plan,
to tear down, uproot, and put him under foot where he belongs
and never allow him condemningly to stand.
Violent Faith – yes it is so badly needed
in these desperate and troubled times,
because it is true our Savior the Lord Jesus is coming soon
for we can see now so many signs.
And when He comes He says,
“Will I find faith on the earth”, and I say, “Oh, Lord count me in on this”,
for I believe that Violent Faith is the only way to survive
because the rapture we surely don’t want to miss.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Come chase butterflies with me;
let's laugh and play as we run.
And step inside of a dream,
romping with whales in the sun.
Come and see Nature's wonders,
sampling all that She offers.
And swim Earth's clean, clear waters
while scoffing at the scoffers.
Come sniff the rarest orchids
perfuming a jungle breeze.
And visit snowy kingdoms;
where bears are white, and seas freeze.
Come gaze upon desert dunes
or watch bees sipping nectar.
And immerse yourself in fog,
white as a ghostly specter.
Come explore our blue planet
and leave all your woes behind.
Just imagine all the fun
and hidden treasures we'll find.
Diary of a House
On a street called Curve
I rest on lovely land
Born when Elvis was young
Born with high hopes.
A cuddly couple came to see,
See me in my fresh pine smell
Pure white-grouted rose brick tiles
They with chest-grasping smiles and dreams.
The nursery filled, new paint would wait
My dress of green unmowed was shred.
Loss of work, he buried his head,
"Please vacate" the notice said.
And then the business lady
Led strangers through my veins
I wept for my little family,
Lost to me.
My roof raised its prickles
Don Juan in his new Mercedes,
A fledgling barrister with cans of color,
New hope coursed in me.
Soon his interest waned,
As a bachelor’s life would do,
Dishes piled, floors reviled,
Grass and shrubs just grew.
And now do I dare to care?
Burly Dad, a 50ish mom,
My lovely land is smooth,
Beds though bare of blossom.
Still, I sport some Christmas lights,
On my 50's gingerbread,
Hope again lurks surface close,
Come spring to hold up my head.
Impatiens and pansies will curve
And coil around my base,
Flotinias will adorn me,
My green dress mended, clean faced.
A showpiece I’ll be among scoffers,
Who looked away from my tears,
For the families that grew in them,
Are growing old, in their crumbling years.
God's blessing falls on the man
who rejects the wickedness way
refuses walking along with sinners
staying upright no matter what scoffers say
This man is delighted by God's holy law
seeking to make it his meditation
all of the day and even in the night
so to learn more of God on every occasion
A well planted tree resembles this man
for it also bears good seasoned fruit
as streaming water bears it's leaf
so prospering it does suit
The wind drives the wicked away
likened to the chaff as before
for they can't stand in judgement
as sinners at the righteous door
The righteous way the Lord knows well
for God's eyes penetrates everything
showing the wicked and their ways
will perish as God judges sin
AUTHOR NOTES:
Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree
planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
The wicked are not so,
but are like chaff that the wind drives away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous;
for the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.
Psalm 1 vs 1-6 (ESV)
A mast of goodness seen by the entire neighborhood,
even if the whole body stays beneath the waters;
producing rare sweet wine loved by all
as attitude calmly speaks giving more command to words.
Then possesses a temperament
which unleashes comets of mind softeners.
Just one being with similar make up to everyone else
yet covers a large district
with an umbrella of relationship and a shadow of good deeds.
Wildness and adventures begin to attract
and the temptation alone already tasting creamy and sweet.
Guard is let down to accept a rare stain
forgetting that such reputation commands great attention
and nothing can be hidden no matter how abstract its execution.
The juice turns bitter and fruit becomes rocky
that inner-radiating moon with an orbit of innocence
goes blank and dumped in a muddy lake.
The full mane covering an outstanding charisma
then faces the razor of shame to leave an open head to disgrace.
On such a new morality,
flies perch while its moisture stinks;
strong Irons then rust, surrounded by a general decay.
Redemption folds its arms to do nothing
while condemnation’s slaps are continuously in the increase.
Idiots sit and drink beer on this issue
scoffers and undisciplined minds become volunteer witnesses
then a great personality is dragged down by the rope of opportunists
to reversibly equate themselves to be unfit mates
while causing a fuss
through the noisy welcome from the corrupt class.
This is an indication of society’s affection towards wrong.
A proof that the effect of one bad intimidates that of good in millions
giving an exaggerated caption and devastating headline,
putting one in between suicide and strong will
but when calm is exhibited in crisis and strength in weakness;
humility and acceptance poured out to show imperfection is in all,
the forum is then set to bring out that radiance once again.
In a settlement far from barbaric ideologies
and an analogue system of thinking and beliefs,
climbing all the way up to once again possess that status
is achievable and possible because
dresses can’t be condemned by stains especially when washed.
You have the gene in you
and the potential is indeed luminous
but you want to roar
while still a mere cub.
Wait and pass through the test
cos if it's not a Lion
it can never be a Lion.
Being a part of the family isn't enough
being mentioned in the roll-call isn't final
if this makes you satisfied
then you are simply an added number
and a completer of the table
like the inert gas, neon.
You need not be a relative
to achieve in magnitude
the successes of Celine Dion.
But effective networks and good friends
are the only way
or else your hard work
will reap no rewards in eon.
But take note of your cliques
and peel from afar before coming close
or else your sight
will be bitten by the onion.
Dining with loud mouths
toiling with scoffers
and having a fool as your companion
are worse than sleeping with a red hot Iron.
Cling unto the tree of these lines
and chew from their sour produce
then shall you be a champion
and the mighty ruler of Zion.
It was a love or hate her ,state of affairs!
Other's praised her works,but some groaned
over her controversial policies!
As it was,the funeral inspired many scoffers,
if few sympathetic mourners!
But,where I come from we do not despise the dead!
Whether they led a good or bad life story!
chipepo lwele
SHE IS A WOMAN-A REAL WOMAN
SHE IS ELEGANT all around
Her looks and her style are so magnificent
You don’t find her in obscure places with reviler and scoffers
Her presence is the delight to men of honors-kings and princes
Always busy with her obligations
And she does them with such perfection
Her hands are magical
Noticed in the taste of her food
She is a woman-a real woman
One whose Company you would love to keep
For the word of her mouth are full of wisdom
So great that it builds nation
Great men are from her loins
Which she nurtured wither words
She is a delight to her husband
And the envy of other women
She is a woman-a real woman
Spotless like pure gold and priceless like the heart of a man
She shines like the sun in the dark
What more can I say for you to understand
That she is a masterpiece
Admired by all
I would not say more but only to watch
As her beauty unfolds