Best Trials Poems
How proud they put them on display
Two thousand of the first of fortyk
There President Bukele did say
They’ll live in the jailhouse for decades
he went on boasting, in jail it’s judgement day,
as he held his glass of brandy toasting
inmates, suspected violent gang members
moved to a new mega-prison in El Salvador
Transferred to the Center of Confinement of Terrorism
Mixed up, unable to do any more harm
to the population, it was said
So why do I care about these souls,
tears flowed as I read the article
about thousands of prisoners, and Bukele in particular
Central American country’s notorious pandillas
And right then I understood why I cried
Hundreds never made it to round two, que pesadillas
There are the innocent ones who are denied
a fair trial, it's sad to think that nothing can be done
for a mother's innocent son
When dawn’s bright light reveals your dreams with endless scope,
Embrace each day with courage, let your heart find hope.
The path ahead may test you, challenge all your might,
But stand with strength and honor, let your spirit light.
In times of doubt and sorrow, when your strength seems slight,
Remember deep within you burns a steady light.
Each trial that you weather will shape who you become,
And through each struggle faced, your destiny will hum.
Don’t shy from paths untraveled where the wild winds roar,
For risks and daring ventures open every door.
Though twists and turns may come and obstacles arise,
With each brave step you take, you’ll touch the boundless skies.
Hold dear the ones who guide you with their love so true,
Their laughter and their warmth will help you see it through.
Value every bond you make, let your heart stay kind,
For in their constant care, a light you’ll always find.
Treat yourself with kindness when you stumble or fall,
Perfection’s not the measure; it's the effort that stands tall.
Forgive your own mistakes and cherish every try,
For through your gentle heart, your dreams will never die.
Life’s not a frantic race but a journey to embrace,
So move at your own pace and find your sacred place.
Every moment’s precious, each step a chance to grow,
And in this grand adventure, your true self will show.
As you look towards the future and the days unknown,
Know that every step you take will help you find your own.
Face the road before you with hope and endless grace,
For you’re stronger and more resilient than you may embrace.
Salem
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Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door,
the sin interned therein is quarrelsome
No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore
the pitch that has upturned thy moral plumb
Forego thy demons, none would be found here
Such guile belies the pleasure of the young
Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,
so will thy measure see the pious hung
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Date: 11/14/2018
Sponsor: Julia Ward
contest: Unrest of Spirit
2: If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished? Rumi
In realms of illusion,
pain is a sharp reminder of reality.
I've been polishing since the day I was born,
reluctant to resemble the 'Tin man,'
as there is no one to guide me
away from a path of affliction,
but I know in each test, there is a lesson.
Burdens of life,
place pressure upon my heart.
Sometimes, I'm afraid it may burst,
yet, I suppress the sorrows,
worried that people may see me as weak.
Is there a metaphor for the crimson tears,
which flow through my blood vessels?
Each palpitation is reminiscent of suffering,
so it feels like a rock is banging against my chest,
but I keep rubbing it rapidly,
hoping it will reflect like a ruby.
In my anthology of adversity,
I've become tired from the pollution I breathe,
afraid toxic tumours, which once consumed my existence,
may return to contaminate the oxygen I desire.
Yet, I keep searching and fighting,
before they place me in a wooden box.
Listening to the messages tribulations bring,
hoping my eagle spirit overcomes each storm.
From the strength of healing,
soothed from the moral of each trial,
I'm content, knowing, I am stronger.
I know one day in my final defeat,
I will lay down my sword and shield.
Unable to soar, forever silent -
I keep faith that God will call me home.
Life is full of trials and pain, yet with each one strength is gained.
Character is not built from ease, but from hard things like death and disease.
This I've learned in my life, to have peace even in strife!
JOURNEY — A Devotion Poem
(For Jim)
We have been blessed
To make a thick book
Of calendar pages,
A long past to now
With our passports
Stamped across the continent
Of the Unexpected. We
Kept brave on joint
Climbs over the peaks
Of the high range of Difficulties;
And been deeply affected
By observing so many wonders
On our voyages
Over Surprised Sea.
During this life together,
We have encountered the Furies;
Filibustered the Fates;
Entertained Muses;
Tried to help those with greater needs;
Shared trials, delights and feasts
With family, as well as recent
Holidays alone with each other.
And, all the years, shared
Our home with darling cats and pups.
We have followed the rule
Of forgiving seventy-times-seven;
Believed Love is God-given;
Had occasions to carry each other.
Across heavy traffic on the highways
Of hard Elsewheres, of massive Unknowns;
And we were often pelted with questions
Pouring on us in sudden storms
That only faith could calm.
But I doubt either of us
Has ever wondered
If our love would last.
For silence can still carry
The conversing of our thoughts;
Anticipation still lies
in our meeting after being apart;
And our hearts touch
Through any distance
In a testimony to the destiny
And promise
Exchanged in our first
Moonlit embrace of each other.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/22
Thanks be to God…….
Many times within this life
we all go through trials and tribulation
which is these are ways to strengthen us
with our Faith.. Love.. Trust..
knowing that God will See us through
No matter what
way things may look
Always know Truth
is always within Good Book
God's Divine Word... The Holy Bible
Stand strong
Forever long
On God's Divine Word
God's Word Speaks
Power of His Unconditional Love
Faith.. fulfillment within
New Life without End...
As I of this day
Torn in many ways
Tares try to torment me through
But I know.. God Will make a way
See me through...
Each Tribulation.. Trials
Makes me Smile...
For I know the Devil
has no power over me..
I belong to Jesus Christ
God Almighty.. Father of Lights
Sets me Free...
God's Divine Protection
His Love endures...
I am God's Property
States it in His Divine Word
He said it..
I believe it..
It is Finished..
Just the same..
God Shown Truth
God Shown Love
God Finishes All things
For knowing
with God All things are possible
to whomsoever believes...
Trust... Believe and Receive
Love.. Faith and Hope..
All Truth prevails.. Only through Jesus
Our Divine Christ..
Come to Jesus...
T-ill the end of time,
R-emain faithful and steadfast,
I-n spite of trials.
C-omplete the great race
I-n life set by the Lord God,
A-s you obey Him.
Topic: Birthday of Tricia R. Marantal (April 24)
Form: Acrostic Choka
I saw a note pinned up today
that sheepdog trials are underway
I thought, at last, there's justice for the flock
I imagined my fine elocution
as witness for the prosecution
denouncing deeds by doggies in the dock.
Two-leggies might not have the smarts
to see through arcane canine arts
and arrogantly think they are in charge
They're suckered to the masterplan,
believe the wolves are tamed by man,
when really they are free to roam at large.
In court we sheep will have our day
and see the wolves all locked away,
and finally they'll throw away the key;
then celebrate in field and dale;
in years to come they'll tell the tale
of how the woolly ones became the free.
Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your
Valiant fortress is all but breached,
Once strong foundations failing -
Wherest badly undermined!
For a rigorous examination beckons
ye;
Stood before impassioned jurors
Chosen from the feared and all
Powerful families of the ignoble
Medici.
Black curtains drawn back from
Deep reveals
That look out over the enlightened
Years...
Where conceals...
Hidden between leafs of peremptory
Decree:-
A blight spread upon these lands,
Inflicted from Romes insidious
Plans -
That cause stain upon the
Renaissance of a golden century!
When clapping thunder breaks and
Brazen lightening clashes
Still I would know ye again:
A pounding, frenzied reflex devoid
Of all Godly purpose -
Detached from any amount of
Blame!
For I have sought ye out, O lowly
Meretrix;
Heaping upon you with bondage
Enforced through servitude and
Shame;
And I, O lowly Meretrix,
I...hereby command thy name.
A fastidious Advocate of intellectual
Character
Shallst I elect,
He who be a practitioner of
Theological proposal unrefrained,
To represent you -
Raised from the rank files of the
Dead and slain!
A public gallery, wherest seated,
Ghostly phantasms
That I purposefully select;
And for a judge - A deathly one:
Ill measured, worshipfully detached,
Beneath it all,
And hopelessly arcane.
This "Innocent" fool, dressed in
Guise of highest ecclesiastical
Enforcer,
Perpetuated a medieval Inquisition,
Both protracted and prolonged,
That openly boasted and rejoiced
In its zealous slaughter!
Thereby spawned a terrible edict -
"Ad Extirpanda":-
Cannon law that advocates the
Use of "Legitimate torture"!
Know thee also, Meretrix, the Pius
Pontiff,
Heaven sent,
Who in his greater wisdom
Convened over
The council of Trent:
Four hundred years spanning
Across a Reformations fears;
Reaffirmed when Pope John,
In reflective reiteration,
Was heard to chillingly hiss:
"What was...Still is"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely
Course thy hot crimson blood;
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and innocent child -
If you but only could!
Consider, Meretrix,..humility!
To which pleasure one thus
Submitted
Guiltily discovers:-
The joy in the act or posture of
Lowering oneself in relation to
Others.
For in your anguished dis-repair
You will find strength to endure and
Embrace:-
The acceptance of all your defects
And ultimate seduction
In the power of your:-
"Submission to Divine Grace"!
I will adorn you in the yellow Toga
Of the Vestal virgins,
They whom wise Augusta did abhor;
Burden upon you with an Imperial
Tax
Imposed by perverted Caligula:
Whither all Matronly protestations he
Didst dismissively ignore;
My Tribune forcefully exact -
When employing you in the
Degenerated role
Of my most reluctant Whore!
Clasp jeweled anklets abouts your
Shapely bones,
Decorate upon you like fired and
Painted porcelain figurines;
Whilst all the while, as your lost mind
Bemoans,
Choking between involuntary gurgles
And low-pained, stifled screams,
The gagged mouth bites down
Amidst salivating sounds
Borrowed from the hurtling
Nightmares
Of your darkest dreams!
For I will lift you higher than the
Tallest mountain peak...
So you may gaze with awe over all
The innumerable Kingdoms and their
Proud tyrant Kings;
Of the many differing species of all
Mankind type things...
And of the immeasurable riches
They so endlessly seek.
Lower you to the solitudes of the
Grassed floors
That sweep across the sunken
Valleys deep;
Where, besides enchanted streams,
Violated Nymphs quietly weep
For Abels broken schemes;
Now, tragically, all taken apart;
And for the wicked callousness
Of fallen man...
Whose desperate greeds ripped out
His live brothers still beating heart -
Then tore at the living throat of
The one true Gods Holy Lamb!
TO BE CONTINUED...
~Trials And Pain~
(Rhyme)
Some folks may choose death over life
In all the midst of their strife
But I've always chosen heartedly
Life because I believe guardedly
That what really define us in the end
Is the choices that we make my friend
Who we choose when we have to face any
Adversity or what we may see as a tragedy.
Who we choose to be and how we react to it
Is what mold us and shapes us every bit
How we respond to each trial and suffering
Is of the utmost importance of our living.
Let's not be dictated against our judgement or stir away
From our goals by other peoples opinions, or events, yea.
Master-minded by life or executed by the ravishes time,
Both which may show us no compassion at all under any clime.
Let's not be mislead or wrongly misguided every day
To act in a rash manner when unfortunate deeds are at play
For our emotions we must master, and not in any way or time be
Controlled by them, for as we know emotions come and flee
So many in our hearts we breed them and often from the world conceal
They may come and go as freely as they please and we may feel.
Our thoughts breath them with life, and shape them in many forms each day.
There's always room for improvement as they are in the sky all the stars,
But you should learn, accept and like yourself, the person that you are.
Love life and embrace it,love yourself every single day to,
Be kind but strong, remember,that in Gods perfect image you were created too,
Trials and pain can break us or help us grow positivity all the way through.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January.20.2015
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*** THIS WEEK ***
(“If my doctor told me I had six minutes left to live, I wouldn’t
brood. I’d type a little faster.” Isaac Asimov)
The sliced portions of this week
Collapsed, an almost eloquent fall
Into a slow-motion slide
Of morsels
Then, still unnoticed, on into
The soft blue crystals of
This week’s ending — being
Merely a measure of the journey’s recipe
For this grouping of days — thus…
I now see their floating,
Their flour-misty cloud descending
Through a sieve Life quickly set
Over time’s mixing bowl, wishing
To gather anew
A batter for next week’s
Offered cakes.
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(c) sally young eslinger 5/19/22
With thanks to God