Best Smites Poems
“And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.” 2 Corinthians 9:8 of the King James Bible; "What shall we say then? Shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound?" Romans 6:1 KJV
God’s grace abounds where guilt does hide
As pardon reigns above sin’s pain
There --- mercy, hope and love reside.
God’s grace abounds where guilt does hide
Since divine forgiveness smites pride
Toward triumph of blissful gain.
God’s grace abounds where guilt does hide
As pardon reigns above sin’s pain.
To be immune from aspersions mean and vile
May assuage our hurt feelings for awhile
But to really uphold the Golden Rule
We must also withhold words harsh and cruel—by poet
In an upside-down world
Where self-victimization
is a realization and hatred lingers, it goes nowhere
May not yet get it, and still not self-aware
Now some may think that healing is
Ignoring what is destroying and go on enjoining
others near them to do the same, their end game
Using, medicating with words as ammunition stored on a shelf
Toxicity is there, taken aback, down deep in yourself
Hatred lingers, collecting dust mites
Imploding, suffocating smites and is on reserve
In a mindset where glory they deserve
Personal gut-wrenching bile packaged
Collecting more dust, disgust has an impact
It only makes you a stronger hellcat
One that hasn’t let go of the baggage
Is in an upside-down world of their own
On their own and may think they’re OK
Flies in the ointment, stagnant, a delay, decay
In a world where “making it better” ails, and means
Undoing what has taken lives in time in details
Only bequests, and is deeded
A new form of healing is much needed
Healing is embracing the newest challenges
There are bigger issues, bigger things
Then just you, heed the warnings
It begins within
“Civil war tested the proposition that America is one nation indivisible”—from the book “With Malice Toward None"— Stephen B. Oates
With lies you tried to hide your furtive eyes~
but breadcrumbs left impressions you betrayed,
and finding out the truth behind your guise
did shatter loving life that we portrayed.
Through multi-colored shards of memories;
the fierceness of reflections makes me bleed
from humble heart, life-stealing reveries
now crush me like a centipede stampede.
Your fangs were poisonous a thousand bites,
so nonchalant you stabbed me with your sins.
You buried me in shallow grave of smites,
alone, ascetic life for me begins.
My appetite in apathy, man-made;
in belladonna berries love was paid.
Susan Ashley
January 28, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Contest: English Sonnet Lost Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
*Required words: Furtive, Nonchalant, Humble, Shallow, Ascetic*
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
A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted
through the wind
The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning
Gust to gust each fades
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts
The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird
Two brittle forms
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects
what can never be touched
divine oblivion
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt
six feet deep.
NEANDERTHAL
In times gone by, now recondite,
Neanderthal, erect, upright,
spoke softly, tones so lily-white,
and tried to put the world aright.
He taught us how the flame ignites
that wearing furs will warm the nights,
just why the rolling wheel excites,
and how the beveled flint stone bites.
Before the days of dynamite
he fought his foes with spit and spite,
and swung big sticks with all his might,
and rendered death with stones in flight.
Engaged in never-ending fight
(arenas were a global sight)
he forced his forces to unite
to sate his oily appetite.
To quell rude thoughts that may incite
he ruled the realm with fly-by-nights
and culled the winds of words in flight,
and darkened minds to anthracite.
With fairy tales of evil sprites
and how the fist of freedom smites,
he washed the world with flames alight
to vanquish hoards of parasites.
Each dawn the damage brought delight,
the foe was bent, a bit contrite…
yet battled on with no respite
until the dusk and evening light.
Encamped beside the firelight
Neanderthal, that shiny Knight,
awaited morn while sitting tight
assured the end would be alright.
Yes, conquest seemed his sacred right…
Forevermore?… well, no, not quite…
Neanderthal's extinct tonight
and lies beside the Trilobite…
MORAL
The Oreo is round, not bright:
while rolling near the candlelight
at first the searing seemed so slight,
the molten cream an oversight…
NOTE:
This screed has nothing to do with the noble Neanderthal (whose brain size exceeded our own).
It has nothing to do with 'times gone by' (though who knows what future beings may see and think).
It has nothing to do with anything…
and even less to do with something…
unless of course, you think it does….
'Tis twilight, the shadow of lake
turning light- peachy and pink.
And all the forest around wake
in the light- life too groggy to think.
When all the light cast God's love
of the sun, bursting brightly,
it shines on something- a hidden trove,
and I take the hiker's first step, lightly,
and I see in front of me old things!
I dust the dirt off skeletal caps,
I smile and the forest begins to sing.
Soon, though, excitement begins to collapse,
For my skips and my kicks and my chants
drop the artifacts on a rock, and they shatter!
Anthropology smites me for my careless dance
for now I have tiny skeletal pieces of matter.
The birds now sing, the monkeys now ooh,
the winds now shake, the sun hides
behind a pile of clouds, as though they all knew.
I collect my findings- crying a little inside.
In God’s ministry
where love does prevail
her life-impact shines
since grace does not fail.
Though she’s senior now
still she’s young at heart
vibrant and active
to fulfill her part.
With cheerful spirit
she keeps reaching-out
as strengthened by Christ
her smile smites child’s pout.
Her orphanage tasks
bear her earnestness
wondrous meals she cooks
taste of sweet kindness.
We call her “Nanay”*
word of endearment
being a good Mom
priceless achievement.
Midst her prayer life
the Lord keeps blessing
great testimony
of upward pressing.
Volunteer teacher
in discipleship
she leads her students
to God’s partnership.
There in the garden
she tends plants with zest
nourishing flowers
while vanquishing pest.
Meanwhile our dog pets
smoother her with kiss
bathing them always
her hugs they won’t miss.
Praise of hers** inspires
yes, she’s a delight
touching me indeed
by her servant-light.
*Nanay in Tagalog means Mother. This person is NANAY LIZA ZAUSA.
**Proverbs 31:30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
September 5, 2021
4th place, "The One Who Touched My Heart" Quatrain Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 9/14/2021.
My soul flies over hill and dales
Where rainbows sit in fairy tales
Butterflies dance pale blue skies
A skylarks throat love it cries
In open fields the grasses sway
Time and breeze doth gently play
A deceit of Lapwings dip and dive
The glinting sun the hearts alive
Shorts and nettled legs the proof
The heady days of innocent youth
Oh how I took those days in vain
But clinging memories shall remain
With heavy heart I sit and contemplate
This monstrosity of an industrial estate
No more paper boats on babbling brook
With all the beauty that progress took
Poisoned waters and toxic land
Smites the palm of natures hand
Adapt, adjust she will surely try
Alas of me
how can
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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXI
IF you pull a long lagging-behind face
You deserve your copycat status in more than one way
Marco Polo brought back cracker-power not to powder face
Noble Savage Injuns and Indians shuddered and gave way
Now if you pull a long WOG face
Aping the Colonial Master in every bourgeois way
No use straddling neck feet dangling front of face
Giant still supports the Dwarf while striding away
If you still will pull that long sullen " heathen " face
Thinking how easy the tidal wave you'd turn back anyway
Vasco's galleons rained broadside thunder balls on village place
While your loin-clothed turbaned ancestors scurried in fear
If you then pull your long self-satisfied face
At your hosts' Midas touch riding main fleets of Raleigh
To stud Crown lapis lazuli rubies opal spice and maize
Needs he as much now you to beg fawn and yeah-say
If you must then pull your long infra-dig face
Hankering after titles prizes rubbing shoulders in hallowed hallway
Colonial caste of mind gives exacting the Shylock pound of flesh
Smites your integrity dignity breaks spirit robs merits if " I YOU DARE ! " say
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 8, 2019
Beauty is not the eyes that smites the ocean
It's not that dazzling pebble they call the pupil
It's neither the lashes that makes a rainbow
Nor the brows that sink titanic
Beauty is neither the nose that face no fear
Nor the way it sucks those air
It's not the fact it perceives BIG
And the moment it throws you off league
Beauty cannot be the lips that levels the mountains
The one that cries,"I LOVE YOU"
It's not the kiss that makes lips hunting
Never the shape it makes in blue moon
Beauty is not those ears that seek attention
Nor the ring that flavors the lobe
It's not how demanding it seeks affection
And how mind-blowing and lovely that flows
Beauty is not the strands of hair that matter
Nor the way it whips and scatter
It's not the way it circles the continent
And when fixed, makes a monument
Beauty is not the body that solves calculations
4+4, 4x2, 9-1
It's neither the way it responds with reaction
Nor how it burns the sun to make it worm
BUT BEAUTY!!! BEAUTY!!!
Beauty is her acting like an Angel
Her heart that melts the seas
The way she smiles like there's no fear
Her talent that glamours her destiny
Beauty is the way he stands like a soldier
The way he embarrasses with LOVE
His strength excited when older
And his heart purer than blood
SO WHEN ANYONE SAYS YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, IT'S BEYOND THE physical.
By Kbillion
The Death of a Christian
My neighbor assaults me like a wild animal upon gamely meat
Instinct demands I retaliate –spiritual instinct demands forgiveness
“Thou shall love thy neighbor as thy self”
He adorns raised fist of unkindness- hard as a rancorous sledge
“If he smites thee on the cheek, turn to him the other”
As rain thrusts from a savage storm- he pours down all over me
Seemingly inundated by thunderous blows
“Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you”
Sore is my jaw - no more but uttered groans can I speak
Blood runs from my nose like red, warm, snotty sewage pumped from a septic tank
By hands who have flaunted me –Traumatic-pain throbs throughout my head
All over -All over – residing pain now reigns
Woefully obtained from evil doers -animus in their giving
Knocked down in a dirty place stained with filth- I lay still
“Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani”
But my neighbor’s vengeance pricks me all the more
Not one sting but multiples galore
Glory, Glory- Death resides near and I do not fear
“Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit”
Every morning when I awake
And reach for my paper and coffee cake,
I check to see if my name appears,
Trying to quell my deepest fears
That this might be the very day
When the old grim reaper has his way
It’s really a little game we play!
He’s trying to catch me unawares,
I don’t think that he really cares
When it will be, as long as he can say he’s won…
The game is over… so long… it’s done.
But I must outwit his nefarious scheme
For it has always been my dream
To live as long as my enemies do
Longer is better from my point of view!
So I eat my veggies, drink my milk,
Cream my face till it’s smooth as silk
When I drink my wine, I never drive,
Insuring I will arrive home alive.
I watch my weight, walk a mile a day
And watch out for cars along the way.
I’ve followed the plan to a tee
But there is a problem that I see
I’ve gotten too old to run and hide
As I feel my bones rub together inside
So I’ve decided to lure him to bed
But with someone else lying there instead.
And since love is blind, he will not see,
The victim he smites is not me!
The game is over…so long…it’s done
But he’ll never know…it is I who’s won!
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We praise God for His granted salvation
That secured us from grievous penalty of transgression
As He paid the price through His precious blood for our redemption
With His love-caused sacrifice for our forgiveness and justification.
We praise God for His blessings daily
That He provides for us tremendously
As He assures us His eternal presence wondrously
With His protection always shielding us truly.
We praise God for His peace-filled contentment
That gives us ever-satisfying replenishment
As He comforts us against worldly entertainment
With His sanctification that heals our envy’s ailment.
We praise God for His zealous revival
That smites our discouragements in our earthly survival
As He empowers us to cling to Him for His approval
With His strength to prepare us for Christ’s arrival.
We praise God for His spiritual refreshing
That allows us to commune with Him in His nourishing
As He listens to our plight, answers our queries, never rushing
With His wisdom and counsel worth cherishing.
We praise God for His abounding blissfulness
That calms our weariness in labouring in His kingdom’s business
As He brings us triumph’s sweetness in fellowship’s closeness
With His blessings to our faithfulness through His kindness.
We praise God for His grace in our growth's history
That enables us to share and declare the Gospel of compassion’s glory
As He reaches out to the lost, freeing souls from sin-bondage misery
With His truth and mercy, promising everlasting life’s victory*.
*Psalm 98:1 O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.
February 9, 2020
Edited on May 1, 2020
Mushroom soft bed hears lines we read aloud
Shapely verse rhythms arc like trailing waves
Goose-fleshed words uttered, pillow talk endowed
Teasing us closer, haze of misbehave
Silver dark night, perishable, shapes love
Rhythmic movement, a glow in your round eyes
A furtive look of courtship, passion's dove
Beguiling smile, pulled harp string of loose sighs
Arms like branches wrap 'round our oasis
To set free the bending tree bark, lonely
Whispered covert charm that shifts our basis
Desire's loyal touch that smites us slowly
To kiss skin cupped about in furrows
Till summer's dawn shakes us on the 'morrow
Sonnet composed: May 19, 2021