Best Unequally Poems
Unequally yoked didn't deny
common grace in an atheistic womb.
Half of the prayers were enough for him.
Blessed in health and time,
but reckless in his early years.
Under other tapestries laid all those fine linens of Egypt.
In each embrace, I placed a wager on just how slow your anger.
The hypocrite damns their own house.
Demons perched on the edge of puberty,
filled my son's eyes hopeless and left his rare word—flat.
Paper towels the papyrus of superficial coping
lines of scabs formed sleeves of braille
as the wages of sin reached for my son's throat mocking
two inpatient stays hanging in a precarious chemical salvation.
Another orphan from faith and repentance disobeyed,
juxtaposed with Job who lost ten.
Fear cultivated the prayers that grew
the humility that put your Son on the Cross,
and wouldn't gamble with mine.
Your general call turned effectual
A new volition has moved my son to gather
with those that feed the hunger
from the table of the Word.
When the hand of Grace shakes the elect
from their own slumber
in The Storm on the Sea of Galilee.
Taken back from Rembrandt's thieves,
no longer hidden away.
Beyond Jonah's anger that killed the vine,
and desecrated memories of seized temples
roam those ghosts of the giants of Lebanon.
Every idle word winnows the threshing floor
forever the wheat from the tare.
The solace that the chosen
are given in this life's labor
under The Cross that the world must hate,
divine regeneration gives the measures
of reverence and gratitude
for every thorn on this side,
and your Heaven full of treasures.
Who Would Have Thought
By Valerie D. Staton
The first time we met I was a bit scared
To be in a union unequally paired
You smoked cigarettes, I did not
You liked the cold weather, I liked it hot
You drank alcohol, I drank decaf tea
Who would have thought you’d be the one for me?
Your clothes were unkempt and so was your hair
My friends were not fond of you, but I did not care
Shameful how people look outward not in
I saw a beautiful heart beating within
Only I could see the gem standing there
A gift that the Lord decided to share
We’ve never argued, nor have we ever fought
An oddly matched couple...who would have thought
Fall time ascends to my preoccupied mind,
Colours clashing so loudly amongst silent flora,
But as I stare I feel, so boldly, a translucent aura,
So disodent next to brothers and sisters they sing proudly:
"We are all created equally different and still,
You will find us standing together wholly indifferent,
The ground and sky that hold us: bind us forever."
Why do people think themselves different?
My vision shrinks to the cold metal box by my meal,
To a screen of brothers and sisters screaming loudly:
"We are all created unequally different,
Find us standing together; it will turn to incident,
Respectfully heed what we say, then you will see,
The ground and sky that separates us is not free"
Scriptures declare that believers be true
to be faithful to Christ always in His way
being not unequally yoked to unbelievers
obeying God's word stand fast they would stay
Righteousness can't compare with lawlessness
it's totally opposite having nothing in common
just like back and white so colourfully distinct
remember your place not to be forgotten
A believers fellowship needs are akin
to those of similar likened taste
so that unity blends uniquely together
making your pilgrimage have no waste
The sweet communion of believers faith
be full of Christ's abundant light
giving no room for any darkness
making fellowship such precious sight
Believers need be equally yoked
filled with Christ's love for each one
enticing others of what's true love
be separate unto Christ God's son
(Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever? What agreement has the temple of God with idols? For we are the temple of the living God; as God said,
“I will make my dwelling among them and walk among them,
and I will be their God,
and they shall be my people.
Therefore go out from their midst,
and be separate from them, says the Lord,
and touch no unclean thing;
then I will welcome you,
and I will be a father to you,
and you shall be sons and daughters to me,
says the Lord Almighty.”)
2 Corinthians 6: 14-18 (ESV)
You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
As our souls collide
You are me and mine
It’s destiny, magnetic force
It’s only natural, I got no choice
It’s co regulation, a chemical bond
I’m tied up, and down, there’s no way around
If there’s no one to hear it, it still makes a sound
In the dead of night
There’s no black and white
No me and you
No wrong or right
I’m scared of my pen like I was born to write
That we’re two halves
Of a different whole
Trauma bond, alcohol
Dependency and Tylenol
Spin in a circle cause the daze gets me high
Truths and a lie
We’re getting by,
year by moment
wipe your tears on my chest
I know what happens next
I am writing this poem about you!
It’s not an easy thing to do
because I don’t know you.
But I know there are billions
of people on this planet.
Some will die while I write this and
while you read it others will be born.
Most have two arms,
two legs, and two eyes
one heart, one brain,
one mouth to speak with.
We are all the same.
People are people but
we don’t think alike.
Some of us love each other,
others hate everyone;
most do both unequally –
we choose what we think,
and we think differently.
You are the perfect subject for a poem.
You are the same as everyone
and like no other before you;
unique to yourself, exclusive to none.
You elude the common
and illude the extraordinary.
You are a homophone for the human race.
Are we not all homophones of each other?
A complacence to complaisance,
and effect to an affect, a tear to a tear,
the sole of a soul.
A homophone like you may be too
large a subject for one poem,
too complicated, too complex.
So, I will write about my cat instead,
a car ran over him yesterday
he is dead; and I have, in my fridge,
a half can of cat food in a plastic bag
useless and taking up space
and there is no homophone for that.
She carried her for nine months.
Had pains and cravings through out.
But they never bothered her.
They were rubbed off by the excitement of knowing she is able to carry full term.
She was happy.
The father decided to abondon them.
She started to feel the pains she ignored before.
Drinking became a habit.
Hatred became her bestfriend.
She pulled herself together.
Found a new man,
Fell pregnant,
"Its a boy"
They were happy.
But the anger and pain were still there.
She eased them by beating her up for stupid little mistakes.
She started to treat them unequally.
To her; the boy was an egg
While the girl was just a donkey.
She was now 10years old,
Used to being forced to wake up at 4am.
"Wake up and get the child ready for school"
She goes back to sleep as soon as she sees her first born up
A 10years old bathing a 7year old child.
She was paying for the sins of her father.
She is now a street kid...
Though I may speak with the
tongues of angels and men…
Without God’s love, I am empty within.
I’d become as sounding brass
and a tinkling cymbal.
In God’s kingdom, I would not be instrumental.
Though I may have the gift of prophecy
and mysteries untold…
Without God’s love, I am just
simply growing old.
Though I may have the faith to move
a mighty mountain…
Without God’s love, I am simply
an “empty fountain.”
Though I may attempt to do
good and feed the poor…
Without God’s love, there’s nothing
worth living for!
His love suffers long, and is very patient and kind.
It is everlasting and will endure the test of time.
His love is not rude nor is easily provoked…
It doesn’t seek evil, nor is unequally yoked.
His love bears, hopes and endures all things.
It rejoices in whatever a good report brings.
It never fails, where prophecies and
knowledge shall pass away.
His love will encourage you in
what you do and say.
There remains faith, hope and a special
gift from above.
This is an eternal gift that we call his love.
Won’t you accept his gift and start believing?
This special gift… YOU too can be receiving!
By Jim Pemberton
Read 1 Cor. 13 1-8 and 13
A ghost began whispering inside the soul's echo
there one Trojan horse enters defeated
spiritually the battle ground stands firmly fixed
against those whom denounce the King
misery will follow with disastrous events
Where human rights are exploited through chaos
quarrelsome beggars deny the basic truth to explain
Backfiring liars have a burning desire to bring conflict
Unequally self ordained gods of little value without hope
they try to influence the battle results
ignoring this backward omen leading to terrible infighting
warfare has the mentality that's deeply incorporated this motivating force
where sorrow beats down by force the anger deeply within us
.
Now I shall go, to overtake that killer of a dear life
into one's conscious self
our mortal undying glory rises or falls
quick to the mark snaps the rawhide strap
Dear, Window Panes
I admire your commitment
the way you position yourself to bring out the very best in others
you hold up frailty like a tiara on a newly crowned princess
as you align yourself
strategically
paralleled with others
your placement is impeccable
so please excuse the constant stares
but I see thru you
and I understated the pain that many over look
your crosses have been mistaken as masterpieces
when really it just shows your weakness
your goal is to fit in
but others adore your uniqueness
Its cold outside, but I continue to look in
Because I've seen your facade on winters eves
and you cant mask your tears when the rainfalls so easily
your rays speak to me
Saying help you break free
Because I understand your pains of being divided unequally
Fool's Gold
Show up in my life
So beautiful, wholesome
Like a angelic magician
Turned my cloudiness to lightness
Set my psyche to tenfold
Shaped me to feel unbroken
Cherished my flaws in all
Vertiginous by your tenderness
Sent my guard out the window
Sunlight turned into murkiness
Phosphorescent rotate to duskiness
Laughter looped to despair
Heart became disgusted
Soul tie turned unequally yoke
True colors revealed itself
Narcissistic knock on the door
Almighty dollar was the goal
Emotions was a put on
Undiscerning steered to deception
11/20/2016
The tripod stand of the three major tribal
domains;
Stands forged by force in 1914 by the
British ambitious chains.
These stand's can't be undone now without
rocking the pot uneasily,
Unless broken into pieces, they are already
knitted, though unequally.
United we stand Nigeria, divided we fall,
Nigerians, hold refrains.
C R T- new theory now embraced;
demands set forth by those defined as woke-
dividing races in a way disgraced.
Most people feel this theory is a joke!
This avenue will set us back for sure;
erase the gains we've made for racial peace-
negating Martin Luther King's allure
in claiming unity's the centerpiece.
Now white supremacy- a label made
to punish those for sins of long ago;
erasing history- and now be swayed
to live life on a feigned guilty plateau.
The comforts of Democracy- now wane
with acts of violence that rise each day;
no price to pay- the guilty move again-
reak havoc with no mandates to obey.
Racial unity brought equality-
each race or color got an equal chance.
Now, equity defines disparity-
supports unequally divided stance.
A country, split- appears to be the goal
our leaders, press, and big tech now push for.
Democracy- their foe against control;
most fear a Marxist future they explore.
June 21, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Critical Race Theory
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Judged: 07/21/2021
Look In
Side Me
By Spidey Williams
Question: Why You Look At Me..
It’s amazing, the stares, responses I RECEIVE!
Or overhear, when talking about ME!
Sometimes I ask, other times I never ask, what they SEE!
It’s gets under my skin. When I’m judged differently,
Because of my COLOR!
Look at me, other than what you SEE.
How are you different from ME?
Let me guess, you’re WHITE!
You think you’re always RIGHT!
I’m black all day LONG!
Then everything I think daily is WRONG?
What makes you think?
The way you think, or act how you ACT?
Let me guess, I’m BLACK!
To stand for nothing, is falling for ANYTHING!
To believe anything, is to falling for EVERYTHING!
Defending everything is standing for NOTHIUNG!
If you never work for NOTHING!
You’ll never know, how it feels to earn SOMETHING!
I’m not going to live life, the way you want me TOO!
I am not the same color as YOU!
Look at me as I look at you.
I never treat you DIFFERENTLY! Why are you so persistent?
Treating me UNEQUALLY! Take an extra second,
To look inside of ME!
In the year 1945, a few powerful American leaders decided it was alright for them to play God. Taking the initiative to create a weapon of mass destruction, not exceeded still today, or even closely matched. The only thing even remotely close was the Asteroid that struck Earth millions of years ago, sealing the Dinosaurs fate. Immediately upon completion, and after at least a few tests, the righteous American President gave orders to twelve members of the Air Force: Cross the Pacific Ocean, and deliver this device to the nation opposing us, the nation we are at war with, the nation of Japan!
High above Earth, the "Enola Gay" soared silently through Japanese airspace, completely unnoticed; while the citizens below carried on with their lives, unaware of the threat from above. Upon reaching a pre-determined location, a crew member pushed that little red button, putting in motion a sequence of automated death and destruction. For the following sixty seconds, the plane, previously silent, buzzed with the sound of a machine's gears. At that exact moment, in Hiroshima, a society steeped in tradition, performs the tasks and duties unchanged for over a thousand years. At the conclusion of the countdown, the plane's port doors opened wide, and discharged America's solution to another long and drawn out World War.
In Earth's shortest forty-three seconds, Enola Gay's pilot raced to distance himself from the drop zone. And, exactly forty-four seconds after its release, America's "Little Boy" hit his target, performing perfectly, and instantly detonating. The resulting mushroom cloud was confirmation to the crew of their mission's success. The effects, both instant and long term, were felt by both parties involved, albeit unequally. Twelve Air Force veterans were now and forever changed by their involvement in this Atrocity. Forever stuck carrying their guilt's heavy burden for the remainder of their lives.