Best Sinless Poems
I have nothing tangible to do,
that`s why I`m writing this,
which makes me jobless.
Even though I like to speak on
behalf of many indigents and unknowns,
making me the voice of the voiceless.
I believe in struggle for survival,
working day and night to better the lots of others,
making me selfless and restless.
I don`t care whether my ways or
words are painful or not,
which make me heartless.
In the face of adversity,
I cannot remain motionless,
this makes me fearless.
A wingless insect that I am,
feeding on the stems and roots of flowers,
I am ruthless.
I don`t like ice-creams that are creamless or
soup that is spiceless;
the two to me are tasteless,
Am I making any sense?
Don`t tell me that I`m senseless.
Sometimes my pen writes on its own without me,
pouring out its venom on paper,
Oh!the ink is fading...fading out slowly,
Gush! my pen is inkless,making me speechless.
Our love for each other is ceaseless;
as I sit on this armless chair on a sleepless
night gazing at the blue flowerless vase;
I become thoughtless.
Nonetheless,I`m still faithless,for I have no
single faith in our political system or leaders.
The bond between I and my pen is endless.
We are both sinless, as we escape the
bottomless pit and timeless ignorance.
Categories:
sinless, life, people, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
SINLESS EYES
Nine solid months unto her womb is he,
breathing and heartbeat they do as one.
Carrying him safely, his husband sees,
providing food and money his daily home run
'til the day his son pleas to be out in the sun.
(always then his aim is to be a good guy)
Though it will take a long long time, his son--
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
His son grew then unto the world he spree
where he is exposed to gases, bombs and gun.
Along the streets, he and others learn a key--
that learning curve adhere but some remains undone.
Shoulders bruised, torn, from bearing a tonne,
some lost souls wander, their life gone awry--
falling short to wonder later how it all began,
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
Can later bestow some better decree,
outlasting evil by following a model-- a nun?
On returning to God by following thee,
from this day, forward, man shall never shun
to battles that last even 'til midnight sun.
Answers possessed on the strings of whys
and never again to ask for a hired gun.
Sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
Darkness is beaten, light has won!
Wisdom now reached, cocooning the guy,
a new day now welcomes another son
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
©J.A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
9:40 pm, December 01, 2014
Categories:
sinless, children, evil, family, inspiration,
Form:
Ballade
Soul identifying awareness
Single destination observed
Sole intention communication
©Joe Maverick 15-04-2015
Categories:
sinless, spiritual,
Form:
Verse
SINLESS EYES - a collab with JAMES FRASER
SINLESS EYES
Nine solid months unto her womb is he,
breathing and heartbeat they do as one.
Carrying him safely, his husband sees,
providing food and money his daily home run
'til the day his son pleas to be out in the sun.
(always then his aim is to be a good guy)
Though it will take a long long time, his son--
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
His son grew then unto the world he spree
where he is exposed to gases, bombs and gun.
Along the streets, he and others learn a key--
that learning curve adhere but some remains undone.
Shoulders bruised, torn, from bearing a tonne,
some lost souls wander, their life gone awry--
falling short to wonder later how it all began,
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
Can later bestow some better decree,
outlasting evil by following a model-- a nun?
On returning to God by following thee,
from this day, forward, man shall never shun
to battles that last even 'til midnight sun.
Answers possessed on the strings of whys
and never again to ask for a hired gun.
Sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
Darkness is beaten, light has won!
Wisdom now reached, cocooning the guy,
a new day now welcomes another son
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
©O. E. Guillermo and J.A. Fraser
9:40 pm, December 01, 2014
Categories:
sinless, abuse, angst, child, family,
Form:
Ballade
"Sinless Moon"
Moon illuminates
dark shadowy silhouettes
clandestine coteriere' *
Moon anticipates
lovers secret rendezvous
bramble bush conspires ...
Moonlight masquerades
expose' of evening sin
Full Moon sips mirage
*For Joe Maverick's Haiku Contest ...
*coteriere denotes a set as a couple.
Categories:
sinless, love,
Form:
Haiku
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
Categories:
sinless, age, allegory, allusion, betrayal,
Form:
Elegy
Said Sinless Sermon Horn Haiku
Said sinless sermon, (5)
And what we did determine, (7)
God removed vermin. (5)
James Has Been
Beginner Sinner
Horn
So did you either:
Cook eggs in skittle
Then around tittle
And laugh a little?
What role should your
religion play in politics?
Now I have to read sermon
my priest just emailed me.
Tomorrow is Palms for the poor
or it that alms?
Categories:
sinless, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Cat naps in a circle a
stunning colorful ring.
A mix of butterscotch,
mocha, and vanilla bling.
Poetess in black velvet robe,
imprinted with soft roses.
Dreaming, likewise of the
rainbowed work, she composes.
2/8/2021
~2~
Categories:
sinless, imagery,
Form:
Couplet
At times we all experience days overcast,
but from beyond many clouds some good often comes.
Perhaps recalling things deep entombed in our past,
is what's causing our day to seem filled with the glums.
Let reviewing past actions become your teacher,
we must learn from our past mistakes and then move on.
Mistakes are common but can’t be the main feature,
after a quick critique file them under bygone.
Categories:
sinless, how i feel, jesus,
Form:
Lyric
If you contend you never commit sin
Then join this club of one, they’ll let you in
Categories:
sinless, sin,
Form:
Couplet