Best Vindicate Poems
Invited into Her circle
of five points,one for each
of the qualities She crystallizes,
truth as fire, earth as nourishment,
body in water, lights in air, and ether as love,
in Her center a sacred thought having origin in primal purpose,
we embraced as immortals do,
mouth to ear and song to song,
mind to memory and wish to wisdom,
connecting with the ease of melody on morning's hope,
frollicing within the gamble of a galaxy grown mad from curiosity,
the path of the Prime Mover performs a pounce along our venerable vertebrae,
She widens a door which illuminates a portico,columns white marble and red veins,
tempered flames in low tremble make vigil to the death bed masks of ancestors,
who made glory a partner against multitudes of dangers,such as living without loyalty,
encouraged by Her gravitas,Her need for a hero,I stared into those vacant eyes
on the pedestals held upright by iron frames,and I heard them chant I must for Her,
made so lovely with a crown of moon glow,
I kissed this Woman's hand,heaven in my sight,
my oath to vindicate Her from profane might,
I awoke facing a mirror,believing in Her dearly,
my headgear fastened and plumed,
feathers of a hawk and eagle divinely sprout atop,
from then I only knew Her words,and a dreamy picture,
however,I trusted Her affection,I could live on Her meaning -
J.A.B.
my voice may not be loud
I may not stand out in the crowd
not game changer
but a strange stranger
that's me
others have a louder roar
other wings, a higher soar
but, listen...there's more
epic doesn't negate my tale
Nor does fame make it pale
watch out for me
I date destiny
in my little sphere
I oscillate
making waves that vindicate
purposefully planted
I speak the
unique
a different take
a different shake
awake
faking fake
I'm real
sometimes a whisper
sometimes a shout
or in monotone metronome meter
I...get...the...truth...out
influence is what I'm about
silence is not golden
when happiness is stolen
catalyst reviver
destitute dream finder
prejudice grinder
a healer, binder
I am reality
existentialist examiner
look at me
I'm here to leave a mark
I'll not stay in the dark
Little light shiner
I may not be the blaze
but i'm steady,
it only takes a little light
to ignite
the world
I am me
not a Shakespeare or a Donne
no, neither one
but my place I have won
with a party of one
that's still influence
that's still power
in this time and hour
that's all we need
one person
to change...
one world
with one word
it can be done
I'm here
I'm your party...
your party
of
ONE
Eileen Manassian
Somewhere in the world someone was suffering
as I laid awake at night and realized
my time had come to vindicate my reasoning
why I should see with empathetic eyes
So cynical was I and full of judgment
as a homeless man approached me for a dime
I failed to stop and think just for a moment
this could be ME at any given time
I had to reevaluate my blessings
for MANY I’d been given through the years
and taking part my heart began confessing
my empathetic eyes revived with tears
I prayed to God for kindness and compassion
to recognize and love humanity
and when I asked for His divine direction
His empathetic eyes acknowledged me
I was on the road to Vezalay, for Richard and his
quest. All the Christian knights would gather from
countries east and west. The papal hordes would
vindicate, and our swords and banners blessed.
As I walked the woods of Avalon, in peace and
serenity. By a stream in the shade, a vision came
to me. There she stood before me dressed in purist
lace, against the sun her silken form, my eyes
could easily trace. With her eyes she beckoned me
to a place where blossoms lay. From her shoulder
the garment slipped, a moon and star above the
breast stole and transfixed the eye, all was haze
and peace below the bluest sky. Jasmine filled the
air as we lay that summers day, we questioned
nought and let our feelings play. Her fingers of
such tenderness, danced and skipped my
nakedness. Her skin against my chest, I leant and
kissed the moon above her breast. Longing sighs
and the joining created, sensuous tones until our
love was sated. The evening grew cooler, the light
began to fade, our bodies locked in passion, all was
love in shade.
The morning proved a darker place, of my love there
was no trace. No bright star to light my way, no kind
lips for me to play. I searched with a heavy heart but
could not find, the love the heart so kind. I asked
myself with great contempt, surely not, I had not
dreamt. Then I saw in the blossoms there, lay the
flowers from her hair. With a heavy heart and heavy
soul, duty called and gained control.
Alma Mater in denial
Beckons proof of terrible sin
Congregation gather to witness
Defrocked disciple
Endeavours to catch her and hear
Flagellate in fear of the hounding.
Girl on a high, this nun in retreat
Hypocrite trying to steal an identity
Image of optical semblance
Juridical Janeass vindicated
Karma until now was next of kin
Lassitude before bringing her in.
Mother superior plays out her role
Noxious blend notwithstanding
Objurgates the slayer in rowdy prayer
Praises the Pope, insincerely
Quaint yet putting on an act
Rebuttal for her charge to be free of sin.
Sisters of mercy at the convent
Travel time from zero BC
Unavailable for opinions.
Vindicate their needs for solidarity
While the priest hands down the cane
Xenophobia takes hold.
Yearning for the truth
Zephyr sweeps it all away.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Eternal Father God of light, and Creator of all
Vindicate us sinners before your throne of grace
Apostles of your word, and ransomed of the Fall
Nurtured by your word we go unto every place
Gospel toters of your truth, lovers of repentance
Evangelizing by the power of the love you gave
Looking to in hope that you will us faith that saves
Inspirer and Answerer of prayer, the evidence
Seen in the saving of the Saviour's cross we tell
Martyrs and saints we stand against the call of hell
Master, how can we as sinners be saving others
Except for your vicarious power to usn given
Angels are amazed sinners enmity in sin falters
Nature groaning gasp to see the pilgrims of heaven
Separated from the world, in new birth rejoicing
Lord of our life, teach more your truth to share
Open doors for us, your harvest to gather there
Vessels of your grace we depend on you for all things
Emmanuel dwell us by your spirit until we see you King of kings.
You can’t handle the truth…
And so you lash out in pain
You hurt and you maim
Innuendo, the game
Flaming, you flame
What a shame!
A SHAME!
You can’t handle the truth…
And so you fabricate lies
Dress up a pretty disguise
Compliment mesmerize
Word trophy prize
Not wise
Not wise!
You can’t handle the truth…
And so you implicate
With hints you sedate
Your conscience placate
Pride vindicate
It’s still hate
It’s HATE!
You can’t handle the truth…
So you write a small rhyme
You cover the crime
Throw around grime
Slippery slope slime
On heartache you climb
Not this time
NOT THIS TIME….
Eileen Manassian
All day every day I love to talk about God no wonder I 'm treated as if I'm odd. I
belong to God. I'm no I'm on a winning team. So to any hater I scream the Lord is
my redeemer and He's my vindicator, and he'll show up any vice from the devil far
better than any acid or base indicator. So you can hate, with any hater he'll show
you up grander than an acid or base because He is my redeemer and my vindicator!
1-7-11
I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth.
Job 19:25
For the LORD will vindicate his people and have compassion on his servants. Psalms
135:14
THE SNAKE
The terror of night; the terror of day,
The longest creature on earth and sea.
In length, I am fearful to men, In braveness, man worship me;
I have no hands non legs, yet I move faster than others.
In the garden, where I was; man was my friend,
Until Satan borrowed my name;
I gave my name to him without considering the future.
I am not the serpent that steal your dominion non your enemy.
I am in pains as you are; why do you fearfully refused to eat my meat?
Only those that knows my values embrace my meat.
In your markets I am unpopular in demand,
If you want to use me for shoe, Bags or social entertainments;
You don’t remember that you once rejected me.
On God of creation, when will you hear my cry?
The world is against me. Who will vindicate me?
I need my name back, my honor restored, my friendship with man back.
I need my legs and hands back, I am created as you are.
If I have my hands and legs, man will not call me evil.
I am the pride of beauty, my products in your markets speaks volumes;
In the rock, in the forest, in the cities, in zoos, in your sitting rooms I am there.
If you feared me, stop buying products, stop having me as pet.
I have my pains, you have yours, I never accused man of me not having legs or hands,
Yet you blacklist me.
O h my God, come with the wings of healing and heal my hands and legs.
I am one of your creatures , look down upon me and wipe away my tears.
If my legs and hands are kept inside, how can I praise you as others do?
My shining skin, that added beauty to me are your works,
Looking ahead, my future’s beauty reminds me of thy wondrous works.
Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe
The lord will fight for me and I will hold my peace
And I will hold my peace and be at rest.
No matter what the critics say the lord knows best
And he will get me through each trial and test.
I will always have difficulties no matter how hard I try
But now that I know the lord no reason to ask why?
No need to avenge myself, no need to vindicate
He’ll be on my case in his own time he’s never too late.
I will take the high road and be a peacemaker
Extending peace to all in a positive way.
If my peace is refused that’ll be their loss
But it will remain with me at any cost.
Gentle breezes blow across my face
as I gaze endlessly down the steep precipice.
Strangely the forces of nature are kind
when I am about to die.
Blood stained stone behind me marks death.
Death for Jesus who hanged on the cross.
Murderers and robbers alike must die here.
I hanged them all with pride and vigilance.
Time spares no mercy for these,
extracting life slowly and painfully.
Vindication of this crime receives death only.
My position compels me to vindicate.
Hypocrites have no post in life,
I must die.
Lurching towards my death I see a man.
Beaten and bruised, he reaches out to save me.
"Why do you stop me from justice?"
"Let not your flesh die; however,
die to your flesh and you will be vindicated."
To truly love myself- this I resolve
To guard with zeal my tenderness of heart
Of every care and doubt myself absolve
And fortify and strengthen every part
To cherish and accept the inner me
Unleash and relish each forbidden dream
The woman that I am, to set her free
in wanton joy to bathe in passion's stream
I do resolve to be my dearest friend
To celebrate the wonders that I own
To vindicate my truth and not pretend
To shine around the goodness I’ve been shown
A short time I have left to truly shine
And thus I vow to make my living fine
Eileen Manassian
The person you need to care most about is yourself. Only YOU will be there till the end of YOUR journey. You must love yourself enough to stand for what you believe is right...enough not to be trampled on....enough to believe that nothing and no one can bring you down. It's a good resolution. One I plan to keep.
I am grieved to my core,
Is there purity anymore?
I am dodging bullets all day,
While my friends are slipping away
A dark sheet covers the eyes of man
I am living in a desolate land
The New World Order
Is steeling our sons and daughters
The god of this age
Is in a vile rage
Words are wondering in the breeze
Mankind is in a Freeze
Only you can make this right,
Only you can give me might,
Bleed out all this sorrow
Secure my tomorrow
Silence all this noise
Help me keep my poise,
The uncertainty has got me hazy,
And I know you’re not crazy,
Vindicate me, in this mess
Forgive the lies, I must confess
Evil peace is floating around
I can hear its revolting sound
As long as I’m in you
You’ll protect my every move
I can’t go back now
I already made my vow
I can’t go back now
I already made my vow.
By: Sabina Nicole
The contrails scar the morning sky
like cicatrix’s on a slaves back.
I sit and watch them multiply:
white insidious, noxious tracks
that linger long among the clouds
spreading lethal depositions
never knowing their whereabouts’
but knowing their compositions;
And when the clouds begin to rain
down (acid precipitation)
it’s simple then to ascertain
Man’s faulty preconceived notion:
That they are harmless condensates;
This is supposed to vindicate?
Meanwhile, a drizzle
began quietly falling
upon fragile earth.
You've been a rock
When I felt vulnerable and unsteady
You've been a comfort
When I felt weary and downcast
You've been a balm
When I was in agony and distrust
When those I counted as friends betrayed me
You stayed true
When others regarded my feelings as a doormat
You gently placed them in a jeweled box
When those closest to me could not vindicate me
You affirmed my intelligence and sanity
When others dismissed me as less than human
You regarded me as more than just a man
When others took more than they gave
You gave more than you took.
A greater portion of comfort
Was derived from the fact that
You were only
A one hour drive
A mere train ride
Away
But now
Life inflicts yet another reminder
That the best things never last
Although it is for the best
It is a bitter, painful pill to ingest
Although it is a comparatively short distance
Shorter than the Oregon Trail
It is a far distance
Far from your jokes, you’re your sisterly scolding
As well as your shami kebab. curried okra, and chai
Although I am happy for you
And although I wish you much success and joy
My heart is tearing at the very seams
Of your own mending
And while your map can lead you to your destination,
My abundant tears, like Hansel's breadcrumbs
Can easily lead you back to me, when G-d is willing
For you have been more than a friend
You have been a sister
Though you have the courage
To keep bulls at bay
You have the tenderness of a lady
And the wisdom to know when to use both
Where yonder can I find your duplicate?
Whereabouts may I find your twin?
For there is no one I know of quite like you
And your absence will be a void
As craterous as the Grand Canyon
Therefore keep me in your heart
Even in the tiniest nook
And never forget me, sister
For as sure as the sun in the sky
And the blood in my veins
I will always remember you
In my heart.