Best Scourges Poems
I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
you light up my life
and have made me compleat
the one i would kiss
each day of the week
a year and three months
to this very day
i spoke to you last
before you went away
many tears have sence fallen
and screams i let out
just like laughter
uncontrolably out of my mouth
my greif scourges me
every where i went
yet to others i looked content
each day i kiss your picture
and say i love you to your name
i guess they're the thing i do
to keep from going insane
all these thing must have added up
to a small message from the God i trust
early early this morning
after i woke up a music box
played just a few notes
you light up my life
were the notes that it played
shocked and awed i was dismayed
but when i found the box that had played
it was the one i gave you
because of the song it played
(This is a true story)
Here I come, the one of a kind dark Lord!
I'm the one, criminals have waited for
The only one, all scourges look up to
Scream for me, your hero liquidator
The evil ones, wish they could be like me
Bad and strong, horrendous and so evil
The Sentinels, run in fear before me
For I am Leoric, the Skeleton King!
No divesture of this, the soul's remind
the will of intervention supplements
with watching's wrest, the citizenry not bind
to sameness value, while the truth is blind!
I then must separate from that ensuing kind
that regulate on vestige, inheritance assigned,
my courage has one merit, yet options are sublime
to change the course of wrongness, others leave so behind!
It is this costly virtue, no gain, no riches mined
but everlasting oneness, with those whose crowns were lined
with scars from no assuming goodness was just consigned
to those who blandish glory from past renowned refined!
It is the price of freedom, continuous ~ divine
that scourges not resumption, but "freshens" from confined!
"Sentenced but not silenced" Mandela, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
James Bevel. (Gandhi and Jesus) Civil Rights Movers!
If we’ve never needed the Lord before,
We surely do need him now Him now.
How do we get help from Him?
We should all pray that’s how.
We should stop trying,
To fix situations ourselves.
Gather our burdens,
And down at the altar bow.
Say what is needed to say,
Don’t wait for a special time,
Or place. Do it now, today!
Ask God,
To fill in every empty space,
In our hearts.
Beg Him,
To erase doubt and increase faith.
Read the Word of God today.
We all need the Lord, now.
His blessings on us he will shine,
To cure all of the sickness of the world,
To destroy all of the snares and toils.
We need His fresh oil,
To lubricate our souls,
To help us with the world that is cold.
We need a revival.
Only with Him, we have true survival,
Of all the mess that Satan scourges on us,
And from us taking.
Don’t walk around here depressed.
Give it to God and He’ll do the rest.
Once you give it up today to Him,
Everything will be fine.
What time is it, people?
It’s praying time.
wrote 2-9-10
Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
Man tames scourges
Eats distance
Sends his image
to his neighbours a thousand miles away.
Man makes deserts bloom
If he chooses.
Instead, he embraces doom
For his world and for his kind
He cannot tame his screams.
He cannot tame his dreams.
He cannot tame his passions:
The forces deep within
He lives by fear
He lives in fear.
He lives through fear.
He lives because of fear.
He grasps
He claws
He seeks all
But morality.
He seeks to prosper
But he fails to see
That the more that he tries
The more he fails his inner self.
So foolish
So thoughtless
Follow
Not thinking.
Why blame leaders
when things go wrong?
We agreed.
Just tagged along.
ode to shadows
as i peer out the glassed portières
penumbral visitations mock me; dare they
deign to scare this parched crypt of
adrenaline and cortisol, usurped by unquiet
scourges over lifetimes' rebirth?
steps shifting in the dark, familiar and
beloved; the shushing and stirring, commit
to draw me near; umbral amici and i
provide a panoply o'bosky trappings f'thee
a joinin' we, or off to obscure pastures
to wee thee pants for eternity!
One shot, one moment, what does that mean
Embody the new, or remain what is seen
Transcend the critics with the motive for green
What we concoct requisite is what we’re committed to
Destroyed or developed, that commitment defines you
Expend your time and suffuse your ambition
Talk with actions, so no one can’t listen
One shot, one moment, spotlight on you
Perambulated through scourges, dream come true
One shot, one moment, you prepared for this
While melancholy through life, one chance for bliss
But it embarks at that one shot, that one moment
So when you acquire yo chance, make sure you own it
I, just like a page
Have a true story to tell
It, may not be a best seller
But a story of my life, nonetheless
And, with every page, that I tell it
The pages burn into dust and get lost in the breeze,
the breeze that is life
I've never, stolen to the detriment of others,
Nor have I toiled for the poor to slumber,
in a voidfull darkness
I've never, burnt any soul, with whip in my mouth,
thereafter leave scourges without smoothing them in balsam
And yet, night after night,
as I look to the heavens
I'll still ask my Father, whether I,
have offended or cursed
These lips, sure as a kiss,
I have used just for healing
As springs, endlessly warm,
I have lent these hands, to fill up hopeful promises
And yet, night after night,
as i gaze, into the constant ocean of green
I, light as a kite, flapping in the wind,
sailing to new words of promise
I, just like a page
Once had a story to tell
Whether you, can take a page,
from this book, and burn its pages
Just as, these pages burn, leaving no words
of regret or sorrow to linger
Time, passes the pages, burning the book,
leaving the legacy of a man...
05Aug2015
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God accepts' us all
Even the little baby child
He cast thee of robber's
And scourges'
For them,
Life is just not worth
Living
Life is not forgiving
------
But, He will always'
Transverse the Earth
-Of-
Decitful feast
Of wonder
The very which thing
That which puts' man
All asunder
Leaving me to wander
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And threw His day of
Reap and plunder
The scourge of the earth
Doth' not wonder
-Fore-
All that's left for him
Is nothing
All of His empty
Forgiveness
Tis there by renderded
As sin' is to be no-more
For-ever and more...
AMEN
GF
Citizens of Sand unite and rejoice
if our twin suns have not parched your tongues
demand for water long gone fills your lungs.
In the impending darkness of our twin scourges
may your dwellings hold the heat of sunset.
I see you now a mass of reflected solar light
pulsing, hoarding for the coming of night.
When all that was diamond-bright will sure fade
and blacks, and blues and purples fill the glade.
The golden glare of mercurial day
for a decade will pass or so they say.
Stoke the memory of light in forges
for all the newborn babies to recall
the blazing fading light as two suns fall.
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[Daughters of Lamia]
Today we walk from our graves
You can't wish, pray it away
The Inflamed Coven's emerged
You Will receive what you deserve
Retribution of the flaming shade
Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way
[Aharhel]
Her Convoluted face burning with fear
Of the fall of the gate
seering their minds with the deft of the legion
The Army of the plague
Scourges your land
Scourges your Children
Scourges your hope
[Lady Arcane]
I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress
Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane
Closer, Come, Child you are mine
[Daughter's of Lamia]
Lady Arcane wants your fear
Lady Arcane wants you near
Lady Arcan is here
Lurking In your tears
clinging to your spilled blood
the east has always been near
The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise
In Malice's Disguise
Therionacy break you down to thy knees
To Thy Knees!
Such a violent world we live in
Hard to know just what to do
For example both my mom and dad
Have slapped and spanked me too
But nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead
Of reaching for a rod
"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..."
What does the Bible mean?
In carrying out that principle
Some have gone to the extreme
The rod of discipline should be
To train towards peace and love
True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit
The Wisdom from above
The rod of discipline is like
The rod of a caring shepherd
Who wields his rod in a loving way
For the sheep by him are treasured
The best example is God Himself
Before whom we sin each day
Does he beat us with a rod of pain?
No, His Word shows us the way
It's true at times He scourges
Some of those that He holds dear
Even then 'tis done in a loving way
Leaving naught for us to fear
Yes, nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead,
Like the discipline from God
At times my world is foggy and nippy
rainy and droopy..
I am rolled in a niche of fickleness
My colors and glory may be blurred with mist
And my sun is shaded with grey
Or may shine brightly with temperate heat
I am wishing to stay long and nurture
this barren land with my fecund desire
Waking up in the first light of hope
When the world is reluctant for colder grope
I make your barn swells with harvest
From my garden of bounty wrought
By frenzy wind , gentle rain and
stormy nights..
All these scourges must I meet?
To strew your dreary trail with blazing
foliage hues..
And turn your frigid-melancholic confine
mirthful...
As time unfolds, my trees may be bare
and unsightly...
But limbs are bold and strong, fit
to stand the heaving harshness
of winter...
And have survived from muted desertion
and silent struggle...
Decayed proceeds of earth, I scatter
to bring forth spring flowers
and pleasure...
My landscape is always an inspiration
for lost and seekers...
to poets and writers...
I am always a delight in your wonder gape
Mysterious, short-lived yet haunting...