Best Sufferers Poems
Out of hell’s breath the Devil’s Coachman comes and turns
around the tale to woe twists as the world creeps backwards
underneath the clay slithering sacrificial savagery begins
Ghastly ghostly spectres watch on with soulless glee
under laid this icy moon the toxic evil venom spews
within hideous precision it claw’s innocent victims prey
Fiercely gnashing jaws instinctively in this fiendish predator of night shades
dark striking off balance this stead of hell delivers his deadliest of blows
disturbingly the pungent smell permeates this surrounding sphere
Paralyzing unwary sufferers arching like a scorpion ready to strike
acrimony spreads stealthily through the shadowy invasion within the beast’s bite
suffering of hades destructive force inflicts a prelude to the apparitions
Awakening within this lair of madness an unsuspecting sacrifice
blinding under tombstones creeping slowly chill’s out
through one veil of darkened soil a nocturnal predator comes to feed
Liquefying resistant victim within the glaze of ebony eyes
mystic powers claiming to be magic crushing the core of Eve’s apple
emerging covered with its sclerotized plates the Coachman devours
Repast of putrid skin the last victim lies rotten
one captured soul sinks into the river of Acheron
final reward for the unwitting wounded prey
Begins eternal downward descent
drawn up and treasured by this hungry decedent of a Rove
carried away into hidden hollows of the dead roaring
Fiercely jealous of it’s captive trophy
sector’s remain vigilant to guard such treasured stored
this Coachman’s rightly domain claims a legion to an underworld
The deepest and darkest secrets expelled unrighteous
this scarabaeus reaper as black inside with a rapier blade and sickle
condemned are the two faced between thee jaws of this deadly fiend locked on
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
Out of hell’s breath the Devil’s Coachman comes and turns
around the tale to woe twists as the world creeps backwards
underneath the clay slithering sacrificial savagery begins
Ghastly ghostly spectres watch on with soulless glee
under laid this icy moon the toxic evil venom spews
within hideous precision it claw’s innocent victims prey
Fiercely gnashing jaws instinctively in this fiendish predator of night shades
dark striking off balance this stead of hell delivers his deadliest of blows
disturbingly the pungent smell permeates this surrounding sphere
Paralyzing unwary sufferers arching like a scorpion ready to strike
acrimony spreads stealthily through the shadowy invasion within the beast’s bite
suffering of hades destructive force inflicts a prelude to the apparitions
Awakening within this lair of madness an unsuspecting sacrifice
blinding under tombstones creeping slowly chill’s out
through one veil of darkened soil a nocturnal predator comes to feed
Liquefying resistant victim within the glaze of ebony eyes
mystic powers claiming to be magic crushing the core of Eve’s apple
emerging covered with its sclerotized plates the Coachman devours
Repast of putrid skin the last victim lies rotten
one captured soul sinks into the river of Acheron
final reward for the unwitting wounded prey
Begins eternal downward descent
drawn up and treasured by this hungry decedent of a Rove
carried away into hidden hollows of the dead roaring
Fiercely jealous of it’s captive trophy
sector’s remain vigilant to guard such treasured stored
this Coachman’s rightly domain claims a legion to an underworld
The deepest and darkest secrets expelled unrighteous
this scarabaeus reaper as black inside with a rapier blade and sickle
condemned are the two faced between thee jaws of this deadly fiend locked on
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
It doesn't matter what you say because I'm going insane
I've put a bullet in my brain, what's the name of the game that I have play to be free?
It really doesn't matter what anybody says to me, they didn't listen when I was spilling my guts, dropping pills and believing my paranoia
Even though paranoias just a frame of mind.
Now what is this I'm seeing when I'm swimming through a river of blood and shutting down
Drop another round begin to feel the love with an amorous desire for life or I'm lying
While I'm dying on the floor when I failed trying to stand back
Managed my doubt that the black cloud over my head will retract now and stop shrouding my world with its shadows and down pours
I'm damn bored, no I'm ill and what else can I feel?
What else do I need? I need motivation to succeed and achieve where I'm heading, where I'm going and where do I want to be at.
I haven't got a clue, I stopped thinking and stopped drinking and lost all my tact
It doesn't take long for the river of blood to start flowing again, it's rushing towards me and adroline is flowing through my veins
Depression often does it to the next sufferers head and you know it's getting bad when the rivers running red
It doesn't really matter what meds you use you always hear stories of the drug being abused and self medicating is just something that you choose
So if you don't have a plan about where you want to be take a f*** load of drugs and live a false reality
Its been going on for years and I got bored to f****** death
Fed up living life like it's a school exam test
I'll admit that pills, weed and coke can be fun for some in moderation but I won't again let them make me feel like I'm staring down the barrel of a shotgun.
Now my head is clear I'll let you in on one thing, you won't get where you're going if you keep living in a dream there's only two true things in life that arnt lies
And there's two true things in life that never dies and those two things are called smiles and cries
Is it a tragedy or comedy if you find comedy in tragedy
We wave goodbye to winter with its ice and frost and snow
That thick blanket on the ground it has melted long ago
The icy fingers of Jack Frost now no longer feel the cold
For brighter days of spring will warm his bones so old
Dull dark days are behind us and the winter chill has passed
Spring is waiting in the wings; golden days are here at last!
Our clocks will soon spring forward and we lose an hour’s sleep
Bright crocuses and tulips through the earth begin to peep
We welcome in the spring, she is dressed in emerald green
She drapes herself on trees where new leaves can be seen
Lambs gambol in the fields oh how I love to see them play
They bounce around so happily on a warm and sunny day
Dainty daffodils dance delightfully in the zephyr breeze
Unfortunately poor hay fever sufferers now begin to sneeze!
Our days are getting longer and the sun begins to shine
Oh how I adore this time of year - our glorious springtime!
Contest: Celebration Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
03~30~16
It is hard living with asperges
Everything is black and white
Nothing is illogical
Day is day and night is night
You can not read emotion
You don't want to cause commotion
All you want is love and understanding
Not grief and people just demanding
It's hard to show compassion
It's the mind too a fashion
It's not lack of empathy
It's just that you cannot see
It's not a tantrum that's occurring
It's the mind that is over tuning
No point in saying get over it
It won't help just make us want to fit
We know what is right from wrong
To a point of an OCD
It's pretty much autism in form
But not knowing what is the norm
As a carer of someone with this fate
Show understanding and not hate
It's hard to know what to say
It all depends on that day
No negative vibe or attitude
This will make them clam up
Plenty of love and gratitude
They be at the top of the cup
So stop and think and wonder why
What has made them start to cry
Thier is a reason in thier head
Try and resolve this before bed
Now this isn't in every case
Before you screw up your face
This is just sufferers that I do know
I just want to help and show
Lament of my life.
Destined life i lived but unfulfilled,
Much had to do,my tears spilled,
Down in white ,peaceful my body lies
Happy to meet God, invisible,my soul flies,
Earth,a stage,different roles to play on,
Multiple opportunities,life was a unique platform,
In responsibilities ,i was good enough,
To balance ,right wrong was indeed tough,
No regrets for family,money and claims,
Bad luck,unstable life my illness to blame,
To beat it, i was in armature , my second aim,
Hope for fellow sufferers,the damn disease i'll tame,
Like a bolt from the blue,unexpectedly it struck,
Trapped in the whirlpool,my mental energy to suck,
Family and friendship bonds anchored for support,
Still,for what reason, my forte got more to thwart?
Much for good,i would have given to the world,
A life of normalcy,a gift,if i had unfurled,
Alas! I could not explore galore,
My potential in the dark void did allure,
Missed the epic moment when i could be more than me,
My purpose in life would have got a meaning to be,
At the edge of life i did meet poetry soup,
Rare of a place,solely an encouraging,friendly group,
In dust,my body is unmoving, not frail,peaceful,it has no pains,
But on earth,personal vacuum haunts and fighting spirit remains.
Contest:Lament of my life.
Sponsor:Casarah Nance.
17 March 2016
I am sorry to the ones
Who never had a chance
No love nor opportunities
Due to circumstance
I am sorry to the unheard
The unseen, the forsaken
The forgotten, the disregarded
The ones from which life has only taken
I am sorry to the neglected
The mistreated, the ostracised
The abandoned, the rejected
Where love and nurture were never prioritised
I am sorry to the lost and lonely
The ones in turmoil and pain
The sufferers, the fearful
The ones with who sorrow reigns
I am sorry for all the bleakness and helplessness
The unfairness, hurt, cruelty that many endure and face
“It is never right nor fair”
Life can be an unkind and unjust place
From my heart …..I am truly sorry!
A crystal-clear picture!
The embodiment of courage!
An unsung Warrior, vigorously protecting uprooted,
heart-broken kin, and many shelterless,
After a devastating partition of the homeland!
A man in his prime, giving up
dreams of comfort, luxury, indulgence,
Embraces a life of unimaginable hardships,
a life of never-ending toil,
So others feel safe, after a harrowing experience!
A life of everyday struggle for survival,
A life of torturous self-deprivation,
a life of agonizing separation -
From own loved ones,
so others live with theirs!
I remember the powerful hands,
which symbolized strength, offering a refuge,
I remember the devotion and dedication,
the tenderest care, the soulful empathy!
I remember the determined voice which symbolized
assurance, calming fearful souls.
Partition of a homeland - an unforeseen,
traumatic, curse for millions of sufferers,
Surviving with bare minimum, in an
unknown land, for an unpredictable future!
Leaving behind all cherished memories,
precious and prized possessions.
To me, One man symbolized -
how to climb uphill
Carrying a formidable weight,
on the steepest mountain,
And reach the summit
with sheer determination and indomitable spirit!
He is My Father!
September 8, 2020
Winner In Courage - Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cook
If I had 10 wishes
I would use them this way
Homes for the homeless
So they will have somewhere to stay
Supply food to the hungry
Where constant sun hits the land.
They also need water
Because their soil is all sand.
To the countries at war
I send them peace.
Cos to live by the gun
Is not at all nice.
To the barren countries
With no birdsong to hear,
I send them music
To help bring them some cheer
A wish to say many thanks
To the carers that care.
So people can stay at home
Find their independence there.
Wish for love for the sad ones
So their hearts will be raised
A hug for the sufferers
So their pain will be eased
To the poets on poetrysoup
I give them the fame
Of people seeing their poems
People knowing your name.
The last wish if you don't mind
I will keep for myself
So I can ask God
Please don't let me be left on the shelf.
Humans are we with bodies of structures complex.
Death comes to all of us though in varying effects.
Flesh. blood and bone are we, held together by
sinews. Also we have organs on which we rely.
Bipeds are we –meant to walk with postures straight.
We dance and ride and run, adapting to our favorite gait.
Intelligences are we, but few have the audacity
to use perhaps a fifth of our brain’s capacity.
Mortals are we, unlike One who had the power never to be dead.
Had He not been willing, He’d not have sacrificed Himself instead.
We are a mystery. To scientists we come from evolution.
Unfaithful souls refuse acceptance of any Godly solution.
Together all as one, we are called Humanity,
but racism and cruelty show much insanity.
We are parents, siblings, spouses, and the list goes on and on.
Our ancient kin are many. By the time we’re born, they all are gone.
We are workers; we are slobs; we are losers; we are winners.
If wise, we learn that love is all, even love for sinners.
We are members of societies with presidents and chiefs,
many who start wars over differing beliefs.
We are colors of our skin, called black, brown, and white.
And even red and yellow. Such titles don’t seem right.
We are categorized by classes though most the world is poor.
The middle class knows comfort; the rich live in grandeur.
We are sufferers of hardships, of trials, pain and grief.
Joy we also know in this earthly time so brief . . .
We are our brother’s keeper, and none deserve neglect.
All we really need are love, kindness and respect.
Early morning delivers birdsong joys,
as the darkness is swept away by God.
Undulations for my ears, sonorous
and dear, over and over - I ponder
small bodies with feathers, noteworthy songs.
Why does their cadence console us each day
as the sunrise breaks forth with cheeriness?
How awfully sad that the night dwellers sleep!
They douse their ears with flammable liquid.
I weep for soused sufferers who miss out!
I spied the church steeple, with a “caw, caw.”
I bet those crows are there each day to greet
those seeking the inner doors of its peace.
Who notices but I, the poetess?
Who cares at all if crows speak well of us?
Zika Virus End Within Sight
For far too long we have been at the mercy of tiny little creatures from hell..
Specialised tormentors that seek and suck blood from victims in order to procreate…
Being mosquitoes, their insidious bites and itches are most irritating to our toes…
Each time they make a bee line for quick nip of blood letting , much to our woes..
Given the many varieties and types of these irritating flying insects…
It is most abundantly found in many countries, especially in the tropics…
Besides interrupting sound sleep, these hellish insects spread dangerous diseases…
Central to all of these deadly diseases is the spread of the flaviviruses…
Now this is a family of dangerous and deadly viruses borne by mosquitoes…
If these viruses are a danger to the mosquitoes themselves, we can rejoice…
But the Almighty God in His infinite wisdom has deemed otherwise…
Mosquitoes are carriers, they are the vessels to spread the diseases worldwide..,
Latest World Health Organisation alert has awakened the world all over…
Zika virus is afire, spreading and infecting the human population many times over…
Health and hospital authorities are swamped with increasing numbers of Zika sufferers..
It is a worldwide call to be vigilant, microcephaly in new born babies a consequence…
Today there is some good news to the end of this Zika tunnel of health concern..
The proverbial light at the end of its tunnel of darkness and its dire consequences…
Careful research on a group of volunteers isolated for some intensive clinical monitoring…
Has yielded very promising results that might well signal a momentous medical breakthrough..
As the world awaits for more conclusive and definitive measures to counter the flaviviruses..
Hopes are raised that in time, medical science overcomes all variant forms of the flaviviruses…
As we continue to hope and await the latest drugs and medicine to be readily available..
It is vital we try to minimise and eliminate the mosquito menace at home as far as possible…
http://www.star2.com/health/wellness/2016/03/18/works-100-dengue-vaccine-is-effective/
A Call to a Religious Life
By Lillian J. Jeffery
Family pray together,
share their table with the poor,
young Agnes goes on outings,
outings with the local church,
sings in the choir
Her chosen life is Christian
her divine guide is Jesus Christ,
she starts and ends her day with pray
Stories of missionaries touch, touch
her ears, her heart, she sees the
face of God on every face
Hears, hears the voice of God
calling, calling her to serve,
serve a religious life,
she is twelve
Follows her calling, leaves
her home in Skopje, Macedonia,
joins the Sisters of Loreto,
a community of nuns in Ireland
with a Mission in India,
she is eighteen
Sisters send her to a House in Calcutta,
she takes her initial vows and name,
Sister Teresa, honors Therese of Lisieux,
patron saint of Australia, missionaries,
florist, AIDs sufferers
Teaches catechism, geography,
history at St. Mary's High School,
a school dedicated to teaching girls
from the poorest, poorest families
The door swings open,
she moves to school's principal,
loves her work, stays seventeen years.
And it shall come to pass--
A dominance of mighty arms
will
Throw destructive stones at
the
Sufferers that rebel.
Knees will plant in the earth
And pleas for mercy will be
On many tongues.
In the falling rain of brim
stones
The mother land will weep
For innocent is in the
Blood of the lying bodies,
For innocent are the hands
That wrote their Solidarity
On plaque-cards and took
To the Street.
In the rain of piercing
ammunitions
She will weep a level of tears
That can extinguish the Sun
Or defrost the moon that
frozen
Upon the wall of the sky.
In the rain of falling tears and
Oozing blood
She will weep when she
behold her
Sheep been persecuted by
their
Shepherd because they
refused
To continue eat the grass of
Oppression.
Guns out this morning Babylon
coming again.
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would be really appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never hear of a Tempur-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun
© Jack Ellison 2015