Best Strife Poems
Rick was violent and showed no remorse
His alcoholic outbursts lead to their divorce
Wife Sue moves away with Billy their son
Then Billy’s badly injured in a hit and run
Sue contacts Rick, he dashes to the scene
Billy’s hooked up to a life support machine
Parents sit at his bedside both day and night
Brought together by their son’s terrible plight
Billy’s badly injured, his recovery is slow
When he wakes from a coma he says ‘hello’
Huge tears of joy well up in Billy’s blue eyes
Seeing mum and dad together is such a surprise
Billy’s pulled through, everyone is delighted
At such a crucial time his parents were reunited
01/19/21
The cohabitation of carnal and spiritual desires has brought Man to life
Thus surprised we should never be that can't end in our hearts the strife!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 July 2018
Within our personal trials we LET
Darkness reside for we are NOT
Perfect by no means in YOUR
Sight but we will open our HEART
To overcome our burden and BE
Lifted up and no longer TROUBLED
John 14:1
A try at HG and Dane Ann's new form of poetry.
Living a life in the fall
providing one has gall
proof of no worth at all
handwritten on the wall
proves one is short is all
Precept thus doeth abide
concepts slip and slid
lies thus are hard to hide
precept is eagle’s glide
corpses in dust we hide
Serpents thus do slither
deeds on slime thither
as storm clouds gather
egos blame each other
deceits of stormy weather…
Selah
Pains of emotional life
Life reaps your heart like a knife
Knife dipped in embittered strife
Strife, a grudging ghost, please have pity
Pity and let me breathe
breathe an untroubled life
Life brings out the cats and rats
Rats fighting to take your dreams
Dreams time of want achieved
Achieved to be taken away
Away because of selfish greed
Greed is easier to reap
Reap through humans pain
Pain and breath taken away
Strife, please stop knocking at my door
8/29/2016
I'm really quite fortunate, had a good life
Considered myself blessed, had two sweet wifes
Don't like to brag
But I walk with a swag
Been pretty damn lucky with minimal strife
© Jack Ellison 2015
Broke the Rules...
Left some clues...
I'm a fool...
Living in a cesspool...
I hear the economy is bad...
And getting worse each day...
Although it hasn't affected me in any way..
I can even keep kosher if I choose.
So what do I have to lose ?...
I get three meals a day..
And sometimes a snack...
Clean clothes everyday I put on my back..
Exercise is a daily routine..
that I choose to do ..and it keeps me lean..
My quarters are small..but after all..
We have a room with a big color TV...
And a place for family and friends who visit me...
Healthcare ? not a problem you see..
As I don't pay for insurance like thee...
Problem with teeth...rectified
Education, Degree, I can even be Certified..
Because unlike you, who lives outside..
You need to work to survive...
Now I'm a part of the system you see..
And have it much easier than any of thee..
I broke the law and now pay the price...
But I'm still better off than your lousy life...
And when I'm released, I will qualify for...
Medicaid, Medicare and even more...
So you may have done it different than me...
But in "old age ", we're equal you see...
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When the battle seem lost, and hope not nearby.
I'd remember my mother's voice saying to me
'Omo mi, you sef like your peers will go to school
So you can have a better fighting chance in life.
Like my peers,
I wasted four years of my adult life running
From pillar to post;
From fellowship to writing impromptu test.
To more test, homework and eventually
The 'oga kpatakpata' of them all examination.
I shut my eyes, heart to the happenings
Around me, I and something within me;
Somewhat a force worked hard daily,
So that I won't end up disappointing baami.
But the miles to gaining one's full strength
Is never close by.
To God I did my best,
But oga lecturer said
In the university system,
You have to scratch backs to pass, and
My parent didn't have enough hands to spare.
Throughout my curriculum,
I waged wars with hunger and despair.
I wore feigned smiles to class and played
The role of a merry - going fellow
Whenever I passed the administrative blocks.
'If I had known earlier that school was not meant
For me, I for kukuma nor go waste my time there.'
Goodbye friends and foes alike.
For the love you showed me
Whilst we were together, was insincere and spiteful.
Please now are forever take your eyes off me, you ruthless liars!
For your passage through this process was bought
With gifts both in cash and in selfless service to humanity.
Now If my father say to me,
Son why didn't you do what your mates did
In school to pass.
I'd reply my father saying,
But how do you expect me to live with myself.
For lying to others I can comprehend,
Not otherwise.
So please mama even though the world spite me
Love me dearly, for if I lose my sanity .
My fate will be far worse
Than those who are but only dead.
Richy Talaranta X Pa Shakespeare
This wondrous web of life bespeaks a true spiritual nature,
and is there for each of us by Almighty God’s own sacred,
heavenly plan in our times of happiness and strife, and do
know that it fortifies, both the mortal and mystical aspects
of our existence which define each of us as human beings
as we each progress onward throughout our lives by the
merciful grace and true eternal blessing of Almighty God.
Amen.
When I in silent moments ponder life
And think of all the suffering I see,
I can’t but weep because of all the strife,
And wish for how this thing and that should be.
But in so wishing all the more my pain
Increases still as though to test my will--
How far I’d bear this grief yet to retain
A sense of hope amidst a world of ill.
While in this rueful state I think of you,
Your charming smile, pure heart, and innocence;
What joy I feel inspires me to push through
In spite of all that don’t make any sense.
A Light and Reason in a dark abyss:
You are to me like Dante's Beatrice*.
*In Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, Beatrice is a symbol of Divine Love and serves as his guide in Paradiso.
April 4, 2023
Baguio City
You are just too young to be my age
every weekend, I rest on the beach
you are still single, I am engaged
if it is otherwise, nature you’ve breached
I have seen it all, I have seen life
from the taste of fruits to the snake’s bite
you still stand small like the tip of a knife
naïve like a fish-pond visiting termite
you claim you read, have you once been a nerd?
I’ve stuck to books for years like corn
and to many’s promised land I led
staying pure to my course like an old nun
you’re forced to compete but ignore the fight
now I know, I am nowhere near your light.
Both space and time cannot destroy
us, or force us to shed a tear
against our lives' approaching joy.
Can these struggles dissolve what's dear
to our joined souls and make us coy
about a bliss that's nearly here?
We--survivors!--hope against hope
and love against war and bitter strife;
together, we struggle and cope.
We live and die with so little life
or peace against this world's cold scope
as if on the edge of God's knife!
Would it be easier to die,
to quit--to cease and never give
ourselves the means of knowing why?
Death comes to those who never live
or know, but just watch life passes by;--
it's a peril we must survive!
The sea heals her heart in a time of strife
Standing in the passageway,
I restrain myself from moving on;
The panting and sweating have opened
my eyes,
Even before the break of dawn.
Slowly the grayness pushes me
Into the purple haze;
I’ve left the moonlit night behind:
Mind’s all confused—in daze.
I did come to meet my peace here,
And I open a door;
Its creaking lurks into my ear—
I’m restless to the core.
Darkness in front of me,
Does shine on in a gleam;
Silence doesn’t let me cogitate—
Ruthless as it seems.
The slow patter of my feet
Doubles into four…
A struggle within; a struggle without—
A struggle to finish a chore:
My muffled mouth grunts and croaks,
As I try to set free;
Then as I’m made to starve for air,
There’s Light calling on me.
Whilst I’m brought down to the floor,
A rope’s tight round my neck;
The ground shall embrace my corpse
unsure,
As I shall lie here decked…
I am so glad we all attended –
all were fired up and primed.
Though disagreements flared,
it is apathy that feels a crime.
So I am glad people cared
and had their views shared.
It is most amazing to me
how differently we see.
I must admit it is real,
how differently we feel.
I observe as growth objective
how we differ in perspective.
Now, after the election
we seek changes detection.
Now, upon my reflection
on the political game,
I believe that US strife
may stay life the same.
But is it not a sweet gift that in this rift
individualism showed its mechanism and
through all this election patriotism
we chanced learning our unique synergism?