Best Sold Poems
There is no difference,
the saints whisper and every enemy and ally
wake to forever’s difference,
that neither knee nor tongue will deny.
Doubt bit into Innocence and sold
the first coffins wrapped in pride.
Creation became a seed – a box filled twofold,
when under silt, Eden died.
Secular tides engulf their last season
to bury God and Baal,
synthetic rainbows enlighten treason
fulfills the fool’s tale.
Escape suffering to bend
love to an abstract sum.
Detached absurdity when
a false bliss is done.
Not enough of Earth’s blood
to sustain paved veins,
a technological flood
of isotopes and labor pains.
Fiat economies root for
the drug and gun,
made the bomb’s core
hotter than the sun.
infusions of contraband’s revenue
numbs the inconvenience of sin.
A dream’s fence became headstones ensue,
declared wars we can’t afford to win.
Seeded skies less blue to breathe,
the incense of death and device,
ivory towers babel and seethe,
lies spoil the last grains of paradise.
One rich man though licked by the flame,
still sees Lazarus as a servant and to those
who tear Christ off the Cross to make him the same,
Judas still hangs in the shadows.
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Written 10.28.16
Contest: Saints and Sinners
Sponsor: Silent One
Yard Sales are the
Macy’s of Saturday shopping,
On a budget that fits in my coin purse.
written for contest
07/27/2019
Wicked Witches vicious Wishes
Worst of Curses Hexed
Paranormal Victim Witness
Poltergeist are Vexed
Rows of Sixes Superstitious
Sacred Scrolls and text
I see dishes fly malicious
And She is surely next.
Sold Her Soul and burnt the Bridges-
The Devils love Her Best!
*ABAB Witchcraft Contest Entry*
~JustThatArchaicPoet
Being Sold Down the River?
Near 80 years ago it has been
Another Jerk wanted to make his country great again
America first has been used before
It was a commie ploy to keep the U.S. out of the War
Over 6 million Jews were gassed or shot
Who’s going to end up in his burial plot?
Both started out with the same trend
Replace everyone with family and friend
They will do and say anything for power
This one wants to rule from his Ivory Tower
Don’t worry about fighting with the NRA
He will make sure there’s nothing to take away
We are being sold out by being in his trance
Wakeup or learn that funny little Russian dance
Take your money and buy Vodka stock
That way you might not be in hock
Learn to speak Russian and don’t fail
For I hear its cold in a Siberian jail
Keep your mouth shut and speak not
If you speak out, you could be shot
Elections will be no more
It doesn’t matter who you vote for.
2/28/2018
By: Sonny Roper a retired U.S. Navy military veteran
and moi (me)
I have sold my mum on E.Bay.
My god my dad was mad.
He can"t believe i did it.
He thinks it"s really bad.
As to why i did it.
There"s reasons plain to see.
My mother is on my back.
Always hassling me.
She complains about my trainers.
She says they really stink.
Moans about the dishes.
That i leave in the sink.
I never make my bed right.
She gets me in a quandary.
States that i should help.
To do the household laundry!
Then every Sunday morning.
She really goes to far.
I have to help my dad.
Wash the family car.
Yes i sold my mum on E.Bay.
Then looked to far off lands.
To find a good replacement.
Post up the wedding bands.
Dad wont be to angry.
I will soon get him on side.
Because i have sent to Thailand.
For a brand new blushing bride.
At first it was ok.
We got on really well.
Then we discovered something.
That i can hardly tell.
I hope we get a refund.
I still have the receipt.
Let me tell you something.
There has been a big deceit.
It started in the bedroom.
I had to get a fan.
To bring my poor old dad round.
Our Thai bride was a man!
I want my mother back.
No matter what the price.
I am fed up eating chicken.
Along with Thailand rice!
"Will you get out of bed,
It is a brand new day,
It is nearly twenty past."
I hear my mother say.
I start to drift awake.
Then i start to beam.
Relief it surge"s through me.
It was a nasty dream.
My mother cant explain.
Why i changed my ways.
I"m really very helpful.
Not like the bad old days.
But if i am really honest.
I suppose i am quite bad.
I have just logged on to E.Bay.
To try and sell my DAD!
That fateful, tragic day of 9/11
was a busy one, for Jannah and Heaven.
The day the seed of war was sown
dictatorships the US wanted overthrown
no wonder the worlds overdraft has grown!
The truth though was in disguise
as fox news spread their lies
despicable people, I truly despise
who pull the wool over the Sheople's eyes.
The plane that hit the pentagon
so quickly was that wreckage gone.
now so many lives to destroy
firing missiles like some toy.
So much coincedence, purely circumstance
the armies are all set now to advance
as bush and the Devil jigged a joyous dance.
I loathe to say it so blunt,
but I think Bush is a ....!
For he has turned the world against each other
and caused the death of many a brother.
It makes my blood truly boil
we started a war for cheap bloody oil.
So when the world ends with a small bang
Bush and his corrupt cronies, can go to Jahannam!!
Please don't believe all you're told,
for the truth you know, are the lies your sold!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
It happened back in time, quite a long way,
Back in the day, as they today like to say:
An era when most donations to yeshivas** **Rabbinical academies, often
Didn't require much of a man's pay-- with a preparatory high school
$18, $36, $54 at the most--
If you gave $100, you could really boast...
Annual banquets were different, however,
Promotions for them being quite clever,
Promising 'Full-Page Ads,' 'Silver-Page' and even 'Gold,"
All for a relative pittance, truth be told:
For a $180, $250 or $360 fee
Your good name would be trumpeted constantly,
With great pomp, dignity and high pedigree.
As 'a mere teacher in a yeshiva,' my own ads
Were quite modest: $50 for a quarter-page,
To pen something brief, but sage
About the yeshiva I toiled for out of love, not a wage.
So one year, quite way back in the day,
Imagine my surprise, my happiness, my elation,
Then my CONCERN and my SHOCK!...
...When browsing the banquet adbook journal ad hoc,
Just to see if anyone had penned a kind word about me,
I came upon THREE ADS, "Thanking Mr. Wolf," all paid for in Gold,
For over a thousand dollars! they had been ANONYMOUSLY sold.
The blood drained from my face; I felt faint and quite dizzy.
The room swam in circles, my nerves on edge, in a tizzy.
I looked around in amazement; who might have done it?
I spotted the adbook's creater, the man who had run it.
"Far be it from me to reveal the secret," he intoned.
'I don't deserve such a great honor,' I felt in my bones.
In the days to come, I asked everyone in town,
Yet no one would admit that he had plunked down
$1,080 to sing my praises to the world of the yeshiva,
To pay tribute to me like some big star or great diva.
So I had to give up my crusade as 'Super-Sleuth,'
Had to graciously acknowledge what seemed to be the truth,
That the anonymous parents of one of my students
Had been sincerely thankful that I was teaching their youth.
True love can never be bought or sold
Keeping all its power around you tenfold
like a blanket warms you from the cold
Its magical color never gets old
In all its splendor we hope to uphold
All the wonders it unfolds
Bringing our hearts into one mold
Becoming security we can both hold
With so many treasures yet to be told
You can't fake it or make it
We should never forsake it
True love is always shown
Through time we both have known
Gold nuggets wash down the stream
Changing our lives like we have never seen
Love doesn't cost money
Should be filled with hope and all things sunny
Though it does require payment from our heart
To understand all the best parts
Leading to our true destiny
With wonderful memories of harmony
True love can never be bought or sold
It's a beautiful story that is so bold
Together sharing the same thrown
Making our story really our own
So we are never alone
A special place we have both grown
There’s a place that exists
between Hell and Hell
We’re doing the balancing act
on the wobbly center rail
trying hard to keep our sanity
America, I’d pledge allegiance
if I only knew which country owns us
I’ve asked the questions
never get the straight answers
The answers they give only
turn out to be more questions
My father told me there would be
a light at the end of the tunnel
But it’s only the street lamp
on the corner of Lies and Mistrust
When did life get so God damned hard
that it’s easier to believe them
than it is to search for the truth
There are times when I can feel
the sun shining on my back
But it all too quickly
fades back to hate and blame
Meanwhile they all run around
screaming silence at each other
Each one wanting to know why
the other can’t understand the lie
when it’s as plain as the pimple
in the ass crack of their insanity
It itches, but they won't scratch it
for fear we’ll smell
the crap on their hands
So, somebody please tell me
where did the innocent children go
I know they were just here
I heard them laughing and playing
out on the back lawn
But when I turned back to look
they were suddenly gone
They’re in the bathroom
with a razor slash across their wrists
Because they know that
the big white house
on top of the hill
is just a meeting place
where the world’s auctioneers
give what is for sale
to the ones in line
who have the most cash
FAITH NOT TO BE SOLD
Joseph O. Adebanjo
I have seen pain, kissed pain, lived with pain, overcame pain
Deep in my oceans of pain, existed bliss, and coexisted the Son
I saw the spasmodic ray of hope
Flickering touch of faith upheld me
I swam in my cryptic ocean of pain
Basking in its flow into the ground of faith
Faith lifted me, faith re-birthed me, gave me a new name
Claiming my name in the flaming fame
Yet standing out in the blazing flame
Hopeful faith brought me this far
Faith the passion that conquers pain the net that brought me out of it oceans
Faith not be sold
Faith to which I hold
For it is dearer than the fairest cherub
I considered the horns, and, behold,
there came up among them another
little horn ... in this horn were eyes
like a man, and a mouth speaking
great things
... and the same horn made war
with the saints ...
Dan. 7:8, 21
In ancient visions foretold long ago,
seen was the demise of countless marked souls
And leading them to their death
was a dark, evil figure
He was blowing a little horn:
boasting blasphemous big scorn
Withstanding God,
railing against all that was holy and right
Incorrect notes blasting in the dark of night
He was leading the lost souls
down the wrong road
The evil man with the little horn blowing,
was leading the marked ones
to the place where souls were sold
It was the market place of hell,
ran by foul merchant devils
And the evil man with the little horn kept blowing;
his lips spitting out venomous sounds,
leading the marked souls further down
Down the road to perdition
Taking them to the damnation place
where souls were sold
And the evil man with the little horn continually blows,
gathering more and more lost souls
Everyone that hears the sound and follows,
are led to the place where their marked souls are sold
While the evil man
with the little horn
blows and blows
If I seem down
forgive me
Frowns I carry around
live in me
When I break
you see right through me
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD...
The hurt I’ve learned
brews in me
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD...
Your words so true
renew me
If only you'd re-design me
Take time
rewind
refine me
Recreate the mold
without lies I’ve told...
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD...
The hurt I’ve learned
brews in me
GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD....
I'm in Hell because I sold my Soul to the Devil last Halloween.
Now I'm in more torment than anybody has ever seen.
I sold my Soul to the Devil to save my son.
He accidentally shot himself with my gun.
He thought the gun was a toy and his life was slipping away fast.
Satan said that if I didn't give up my Soul that his life wouldn't last.
The Devil wasn't joking, what he said was a cold hard fact.
It took less than five seconds for me to sign his contract.
Now my skin is burning, the pain is unbearable but I also feel joy.
Yes, I'll burn for all eternity but at least I was able to save my boy.
Knowing that my son is alive and well makes my torment worth while.
It's strange because I'm in unbearable agony but I still have a smile.
(This is a fictional poem)
Sold Out
Self! Self! “Deny self ... take up ‘my’ cross, and follow...”!?!
What is self!?! What must I deny self? Why deny self?
Self!?! Self!?! Simply Earthly Limited Focus!
Word to ponder, “The carnal man is enmity against God...”
Self! Self is corrupt, carnal, sinful, selfish, self-seeking...;
Yes, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out to Christ.
Self! Self makes me lie, steal, cheat, kill, hate, curse, disobey ...;
Self! Self hinders compassion, unity, empathy, obedience, purpose.
Self! Self leads to adultery, fornication, depravity, and such like.
Self! Self angers God, grieves the Holy Spirit, ‘re-crucifies’ Christ.
Yes, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out outright..
Self! Self misleads, self misdirects, self influences, self controls;
“The things that I do not want to do, those things I do...;”
Yes, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out to Christ.
I must deny self! I must “Set my mind on things above...;”
I can’t let self think, can’t let self control; “As I think, so am I.”
I don’t want to be carnal, luke-warm, and be “Spewed out...”
So, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out to Christ.
Self! Beloved, self must die, if my life is to have real merit.
Then, and only then, can I truly walk, in the Holy Spirit;
End
By: Dion Penville
Limerick : Once a Salesgirl who sold silk stockings
Once a Salesgirl who sold silk stockings
Eyed a man who fingered the linings
Stockings stuck on her legs
Made-to-fit wooden dregs
Kept stockings but gave him legs on springs.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013