Best Sign Of The Times Poems
Satellites in space keeping an eye on the human race
Independence in place a parental pacified pallid pace
Gods of war prepare for their cadaverous command
Narcissistic lair in control of the deceptively damned
Obedient in oblivion MK ultra has barbarously begun
Facing fallacious delirium bullets bleed of killing done
Tyrants of time tenacious terminators of our humanity
Hellions in prime pandemic behind a venomous vanity
Evaporating echoes of morality ephemeral of the state
Thespian theological amnesty thermostats that negate
Idols of invasion indestructible in their satanic structure
Mellifluous minds into evasion ready to rapidly rupture
Escaping evil entities of illusion diner drugs of the day
Seduced by enemies of confusion that are here to stay.
April.23.2018
Sign of the times
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
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I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast
My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash
I wish I had a penny for every bad thought
I wish I could steal without gettin' caught
Wanna be able to buy my own smokes
I'm tired of "shorts" and two hit tokes
Don't wanna be a rich man don't wanna be a star
Don't need my own plane just wanna have a car
The beat goes on but the beat don't pay
I'm cryin' all night I'm tryin' all day
I dream and I wish I kneel and I pray
I know I gotta reason
Just gotta find a way
S o many tears are paid with precious blood,
I mbued with promise, chaste and innocent,
G one quickly with a brash and frantic flood,
N ot worthy of their hopes or grand intent.
O h, how can any mind with senses, rife,
F ind pathways to such twisted rationale ...
T o wholly disregard the worth of life,
H ot on the heels of infamous morale?
E ach time a senseless killing claims a soul,
T he questions start again of who's to blame,
I nside the brittle bones of hate's control,
M ore marrow, scalded by an ancient flame.
E mpires are built and crushed, as Time defines ...
S o sad, we always fail ... to read its signs.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Sign Of The Times" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.
Spiritual stagnation staggers senses
Insidious insanity of intermittent information
Gruesome gorging of gossips
Nauseating nature of narcissistic news
Oppression of other opinions
Flouting false faithfulness freely
Transparent traitors of truth
Hypocritical hype of haters
Evildoers exemplifying egregiousness
Transgressive territorial targets
Investigation into innocent itineraries
Mercilessly manipulating mainstream
Evidence effectively to expressively
Symbolize significant sign of the times
April 25, 2018
Sign of the Times Contest By John Hamilton
Third Place
SIGN OF THE TIMES
Silence is not always precious made in gold
In fact can be base alloy: dull and cold
Gleam gone dim, for the lack of active burnish
Now withheld - the living spoken words that furnish
On the nonce, response that endows communication
For that, in essence, is our spiritual libation
The substance of our lives as social beings
How sad, we eschew this act of spirit freeing
Each one is as in an insulated box
Transformed with a machinery that mocks
In imitations mechanist that don’t embrace
Most live exchange that could be face to face
Ease of access comes with loss for which I’m vexed
Sending isolation messages by text
23 April 2018
SIGN OF THE TIMES
Stones will be thrown down. The temple succumbs like Lazarus.
Inconceivable evil hurled inside and outside satan’s circle.
Good perceived as bad and the reverse a similar fact.
Noah’s days before our rainy eyes, hankies blowing it.
Other christ, the false one, the devil incarnate arrives.
Feast of beasts will turn the world upside-down in defeat.
Torrential weather, hate and great distress to impress.
Heaven looks on in horror but not surprised.
Evening becomes the norm without moon or stars.
The persecutions worse and worser, God’s children cry, wanting
It to end sooner than later, having suffered and died, blood
Mixes like a cultural conglomerate - we knew the rat race
Eventide, on its plenipotentiary screeching wheel, couldn’t
Survive but for Jesus Christ — His victory secured at the cross.
4/22/2018
The temple in line one is Jesus. In the final line His victory.
Do you realize now
that artistic expression
has a very slim
chance
of making
you wealthy?
Sunlight pouring
through my window
brings out the poet in me
the years which have
come and gone
may not have always been kind to us
but if we continue to create
then we will laugh once more
breath in the fresh air of eternity
Do you not realize
by now
That artistic
expression
has a very slim chance
of
making
you
wealthy
The sunlight which pours
through my window
does bring out the poet in me
The years have come and
gone
and they have not always been kind to us
but if we
continue to create
then we will
laugh once more
breathe in the fresh air of eternity
Seems there's less joy
So I feel I must ask
I don't mean to be coy ~
Can your smile be unmasked
Soon everything we know will rapidly be changed
Into an unfamiliar landscape and a worldwide shooting range
Guns pointing in every direction and at every town
No inspections will be allowed and best not show a frown
Orwellian decrees are issued, as government is a fail
False leaders arise; resorting to trickery and blackmail
Threat of war becoming constant with each passing day
Hot weather rapidly increasing evaporating countless lakes and bays
Electromagnetic pulse use likely; these weapons we do store
Thoughts no longer of deterrence, but of all out war
In a flash, atomic weapons destroy all that we have and stand for
Man still is searching for an out, but there is no escape door
Extreme earthquakes continue shaking the earth down to its core
Sadly, all of this must occur; to allow true peace to return once more
My Auntie went into a shop
Behind the counter she saw a sign
'ENGLISH IS SPOKEN HERE'
You often see these signs when you are on holiday abroad
Why am I writing this poem?
My Auntie doesn’t live abroad
She certainly doesn’t live on the moon
The sad state of affairs
She lives….
IN ENGLAND!!!
9th January 2015
up front and personal...a selfie
I am grieved to my core,
Is there purity anymore?
I am dodging bullets all day,
While my friends are slipping away
A dark sheet covers the eyes of man
I am living in a desolate land
The New World Order
Is steeling our sons and daughters
The god of this age
Is in a vile rage
Words are wondering in the breeze
Mankind is in a Freeze
Only you can make this right,
Only you can give me might,
Bleed out all this sorrow
Secure my tomorrow
Silence all this noise
Help me keep my poise,
The uncertainty has got me hazy,
And I know you’re not crazy,
Vindicate me, in this mess
Forgive the lies, I must confess
Evil peace is floating around
I can hear its revolting sound
As long as I’m in you
You’ll protect my every move
I can’t go back now
I already made my vow
I can’t go back now
I already made my vow.
By: Sabina Nicole
Since forever it seems humans have made war-
Idol gods have tried to turn us from our faith, and the
gateway arch to and from hades has been flung open, so that
narcissism, wickedness and hate can rule.
Obedient, like cattle to slaughter the followers walk behind
fake gods that betray each other and all humankind.
Today is not like the far gone yesterdays, it is all about
how nations fight nations and the killed falling- and
even trust has died, died, died . . .
Today, men and women filled with hate kill the innocent, while
inside their heads the false gods whisper- hate, kill, hate, kill-
My soul weeps cold with sorrow for what I see
everyday on the television and read in newspapers . . . but
in faith, this girl will stand firm behind the real God and be ready in my
soul and heart for when my end comes . . . .
____________________________
April 25, 2018
Poetry/Acrostic/Sign of The Times
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1016-895-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Sign of The Times
sponsor, John Hamilton, Inspiration: Matthew 24.4-14
Fifth Place