Best Threats Poems
Lift graced prayers to stay faith's strength on tomorrows.
Belief can vanquish dark depths threatening sorrows.
Testing times for the masses
Testing surprises? wrong passes
Friends on paper turned foes
WHO was there and knows
Sellouts in for the kill
Digital tracking at the till
Liberties lost, the new normal
Curfew and lockdown now formal
Despite challenging threats of World War III crises...
Let’s seek God* Who compassionately blesses
As we show good works’ practices
While clinging to His promises
Indeed relying upon what His “Fear not” expresses.
Despite discouraging gloom brought by a World War III environment...
Let’s yield to God so we can avoid evil engagement
As we persevere in our Christian covenant-fulfillment
While striving to do our commitment
Indeed fixed on His “Be of good cheer” words of contentment.
Despite tormenting picture of a World War III situation...
Let’s abide in God to conquer seemingly helpless condition
As we remain steadfast in our well-doing function
While showing strong determination
Indeed anchored on His “Trust in the Lord” declaration.
Despite burdening World War III imagined hardship...
Let’s submit to God in vanquishing deceitful partnership
As we stay responsible in our stewardship
While seeking His fellowship
Indeed lifting His name for His “Praise ye the Lord” in our worship.
Despite distracting World War III-rattle...
Let’s beseech God in Whose might we can settle
As we become victorious in our spiritual health and sanitation battle
While overcoming uncleanness’ mantle
Indeed cleaving to His “Be strong in the Lord” mettle.
Despite attacking World War III restlessness...
Let’s call unto God to win against the flesh and worldliness
As we strive to be consistent in our prayer-earnestness
While staying in His gracious faithfulness
Indeed fired up by His “Be ye holy” to fight sinfulness.
Despite despairing World War III impending reality...
Let’s depend on God in sharing the Gospel against adversity
As we increase in our faith’s intensity
While thanking Him humbly with joy’s purity
Indeed empowered by His “Lovest thou me...?" test of sincerity.
*Psalm 69:32 The humble shall see this, and be glad: and your heart shall live that seek God.
May 11, 2020
Edited on September 13, 2023
Because I have so little time,
I only hope, for what is mine--
in my blood so dark and hot
is a bright and fevered spot--
O let me be, to sing again
without the penalty of pain,
lest I, before my time, be torn
from life, and to the grave be borne--
my nostrils full of soil, my ears
stopp'd by grave and ritual tears--
O let me be, lest they will tread
--my children-- on their mother's head
before my song for them is done,
before my course on earth is run,
before they learn the song I sing:
that love can conquer
everything.
this poem is written in the shape of a funereal urn
Threats…
Handle threats may set our forces.
Acts reacted may dare to all.
Rules that strike are evil causes.
Keep our Taiwan not to loss.
Tricks as wars are cruel games.
Wars are games are tyrants’ names.
Ways are games are peoples’ rants.
Throw your weights are heavy hands.
Length and width and depth are forces.
All arrays are army sources.
Arrant nonsense is tyrants’ words.
Playing laws are games that hurt.
Feel no truths are china bosses.
Bossy tyrants keep their dolls.
Pets and dolls are birds in cages.
China tyrants’ ills are ages.
Handle threats as whistles back.
China tyrants mad for facts.
Scapegoat cooked and peoples harm.
Loss or gains are something half.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------
Existential Threats...
The art of self preservation,
mastered by our puny race.
Triumphs even matters of the heart,
When choosing between life and death.
The song of lies our society sings,
To give it power and authority to rule,
our lives, our rights and basic needs,
for which they make us fight like dogs,
amongst ourselves to preserve their chair,
and talk about our temporary sad fate.
No, they not of the coming threat posed,
by the wise men they know not.
These politics that man plays to kill their
kins for powers sake.
Such shallow nature, possessed by man
to wield the mighty pen, only to kill.
Kill the competition and survive,
These threats upon their lives all the while,
blatantly lying in our eyes, with utmost
confidence in their plans to tear us from our cores.
These crocodile tears they shed,
upon someones death.
When their time is up they make excuses
Still only to preserve their chair,
Still blinded by power and sins.
Oh! they no not these existential threats,
for the wise men shall save the day,
To return us to our original Fate.
---Udit Uberoi
I will bite your eyeballs
I will sand your bones
I will pluck out your veins
And peel back your nose
I will grind your eyelashes
I will boil your spleen
I will shave off your lips
And dance on your knees
I will curl your skin
I will iron your tongue
I will file your toes
And melt both your lungs
I will do all these things
As sure as can be
I will hammer your teeth
And bend back your feet
I will do all these things
To the next man I see
Who decides to make
a sex object of me
Intruders in my heart,
They are emotions sometimes,
I get them out being strong,
Still they come again and again..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
I sit somewhere in rain,
Water drop touches my cheeks,
Ultimate pleasure I feel,
Emotions wake up again..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
I think of flying to escape,
I dream of spreading like sun rays,
I go to tall mountains but fallen,
My inner self reminds me the limits..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
Between the darkest and lightest,
Through the wind and water,
Miscellaneous feelings of fear and joy,
Comes to visit me everyday..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
I try to solve my Questions,
Mind reacts through logic,
Heart always make me confuse off,
They quarrel with each other always..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
Birth of new thoughts, in and out,
Old thoughts attack and new one makes me curious,
Sometimes I feel Uplift and then go down,
These are the routine of thinking..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
"Clear the path of my destination",
Heart always shouts that,
Mind perspectives are distractions ,
Mind fights with logical analysis..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
"Limit is what?" Brain answers, " Sky, Sky",
Inner voice interrupts, "Brain, Brain is the limit",
Always two sides of one coin,
Always two paths of one destination..
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
Fake people, smiling faces I see around,
Enemy in the form of friends I see,
Dangerous combinations I see in that,
The knife in the hand of friends I see,
The known threats, I call them the friendly threats.
I walk in the path of tree covered areas,
I see the birds are flying,
I see the rainbow after rain,
I see the beautiful world around,
Then I see the usual threats around..
Then I see the usual threats around..
1980 ONE OF MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ADULTERY AFFAIRS HE SHARED WITH GARGANO AND CORRUPT OFFICER EXCESSIVE FORCE MEXICAN DRUG CARTEL MANUFACTURING HARD DRUGS FOUR YEARS FIR STABBING FIVE PERSONS NEVER WILL I FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS CORRUPTION OR ORGANIZED CRIME MATTER IT SADDENS ME TO REALLY REALLY SEE THE CALIBER OF CRUELTY I'M BLESSED EVEN THOUGH DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME TO MURDER MY DREAMS OF POETRY LEAVING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ALL OF HIS ADULTERY AFFAIRS RATHER MEXICAN JAMAICAN IT'S ALL THE SAME SEVERE HOME INVASIONS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME LIBERATING ITALY PROTECTING ST JOHN XXlll RATZINGER AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE DURING WW11 THE DEEP SADNESS DISRESPECT FOR HIS HONOR IN ROME TO BE MANIPULATED BY IDENTY THIEVES GANG LEADERS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HIRED TO SEND ME THREATS SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO MURDERED 9 PETSONS CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 EIGHT PERSONS PERISHED FINALLY 1998 VICTIM NINE THE BLESSINGS WAS THE FBI HIRED ME TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT TO GET GARGANO PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF TO SAVE MY KIDS LIFE HE AND MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SHARED THE SAME WOMEN MEXICO JAMAICAN FINALLY BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB I AM BLESSED MY HERITAGE THE BLOOD OF A SAINT THE BLOOD OF JESUS RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN IT DOES SADDENS ME TO SEE GARGANO CONTROLLING ORGANIZED CRIME TO SEND ME THREATS TO BULLY I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT BE BROWN BUT I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT HAVE WORN WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI BUT I AM SOMEBODY I AM SOMEBODY NO FEAR OF MEXICAN GANG LEADERS FROM CHICHIHAU DELICIA VENEZUELA GO STAB FIVE MORE PEOPLE I AM SOMEBODY ROME 1942 TO 1946 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH FAMILY ROME
Global Temperature Rise, is telling us
the human race, has to revolutionize
Our Warming Oceans, is not surprising
with dying coral, from dirty emissions
Shrinking Ice Sheets, will increase demise
with no action, flooding our streets
The Glacial Retreat, needs to stabilize
for all life, wanting to compete
Decreased Snow Cover, is very unwise
for nature’s creatures, with territory hangover
Sea Level Rise, needs to minimize
for life’s protection, not for traumatize
Declining Sea Ice, is bad downsize
with warming skies, a human enterprise
Extreme Whether Events, are negative highs
with total destruction, and tremendous agonize
The Ocean Acidification, makes us realize
we are killing, our life’s evolution
It's not going my way and I don't have the tact
To enter repairing negotiations for that I lack
So to get my way I'll invade a near neighbour
To satisfy my ego whilst watching wars labour
But now it appears it's not going as I thought
Their resiliance strong, street fighting sheer
To satisfy my ego whilst watching wars labour
I'll now threaten the world, deterrant Nuclear!
UNAFRRAID OF THREATS FROM HITMEN FROM DETROIT NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 HELPLESS PERSONS BY THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY HIS PARTNER FIREMAN GENE KALINOWSKI BACK OFF STOP BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE
Foxes scan the field
hawks drift slowly overhead
rabbits feed in fear
She whispered to me, "I hope you suffer well."
God heard her words, and he smiled,
for if suffering is what she wanted for me,
her hopes would soon be smothered in hell.
To give my best to those I loved,
It meant walking away to save a life,
when an evil person who wore a mask,
threatened to me to take their lives.
This very thing it happened to me,
no one knew or could they see,
their lives would be threatened If I told,
about the evil things that I saw unfold.
I made a choice and told it all,
a mask wearer amongst them still walks,
I'm happy to say I will never regret,
In an eight by ten room is where it rots.
The day will soon come when I've gone,
the mask wearers mask will slip with smiles,
but it'll be too late for I will tell,
though I'll never hope for all to "suffer well."
Evilness can hide inside those we know,
they hide it well with lies they tell,
they claim their the victim by tears they show,
whilst scheming with a devil who sleeps in a cell.
The White House has been host to so many galas,
featuring Ambassadors and humble Tailors,
except one night all the guests had a fright,
"bunkering down" in the parlor because
torpedos were set to hit fast and furious,
Some guests thought it was exciting and grew
curious,
others thought it was a false alarm, until the sirens
started wailing, and the sounds of the alarms drowned out the
noise of the festivities,
All the aides tried to secure the valuables,
but the red phone was missing from the Presidential Table,
The First Family had fled to safety, while the visitors
remained quarantined,
No one was permitted to go in or out,
Security was intense, not even the air could circulate
between the doors, the overzealous tried to pry them open with
antique oars,
If the situation wasn't handled properly,
it would have led to blood and gore,
Politicians tried to throw around their clout,
but the secret service confirmed, there was
no way out,
It was a night that provided insight to nuclear war,
stirred up by the most inconspicuous group,
The DAR......