Best Wraths Poems
I wore popular shin high white boots,
The top in rage of disco dancing queens.
The Bee Gees were the utmost in the clan
The alter of quantifying demeans.
Revolutionary, the stance we took,
The freedom of iconoclastic paths
To justify rebellious avenues
That swayed the truth in plain objective wraths.
Our music was the strength we built upon.
To satiate an inward longing for
An understanding from our wings of youth
To dwell upon that which we needed more;
Our voices to be heard above the din
Of righteous antiquated old ideals
To sway the right of multi-media
Into the light of deference that’s real.
To end the Viet Nam war was a quest
Of Yuppies and of Hippies, both agreed,
A war of no beginnings or endings
Should dissolve hate for races to succeed.
A bracelet worn to honor POW's
Those lost in war whose bodies never found,
Embraced the sorrows that remain today
Of those lost souls sore buried in the ground.
The seventies are burnt upon my mind.
In vivid dreams of nonconformist ways.
I dwell upon the heroes giving grace
To rectify the military maze.
3-1-18
I absolutely could not pare this down to the required
20 lines for the contest, so it cannot be an entry.
This Life
From a child taught Catholic creed,
drilled, drilled into me by school nuns;
those teachings will never recede,
but, since those days I have lived tons.
Spirituality, is life,
I found this on my long journey;
and when life stabs me with her knife,
I seek the deep green and ferny.
In the silence of a forest,
I contemplate all chosen paths;
in the peace of a birds chorus,
yet, still I feel the sting of wraths.
With a mindset of courage, strength,
and a moral way of thinking;,
and a soul with great depth and length,
I just face this twisted life unblinking.
My Next Life
I can see a girl in shadows,
she looks like me but is not me;
I will find her in death's repose,
and will awaken as this she.
In afterlife, I am reborn,
to a unique language spoken;
odd rituals to welcome morn,
I find symbols of God broken.
My past life is gone and erased,
I have no emotions at all;
there is no sorrow to be faced,
no friends, no lovers to enthrall.
This new life a bottomless void,
I wonder for this place called Earth;
for here I am a humanoid,
maybe, maybe on my rebirth.
As Our Breath Flows, Here and Now
So, having considered all this,
I think I will embrace living;
seeking serenity and bliss,
total acceptance and giving.
I am okay with the fast pace,
and will be the best I can be;
for the Lord will provide me grace,
life a puzzle given to me.
I will weep and mourn when I must,
will hold to my heart memory;
write words to release as stardust,
and treasure each sweet reverie.
And when death comes to claim this girl,
let me repose deep in my grave;
beneath blue sky where the clouds swirl,
and lay roses like a red wave.
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December 8, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/Doublethink Beliefs
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1411-921-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Doublethink Beliefs
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 12/31/2021
First Place
Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies
Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.
Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.
When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.
Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands.
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016
Sonnet
My mind opened releasing the remnants of Pandora’s Box
Revealing the wraths of a complete paradox
Eradicating the thought process like a mental massacre
Destroying your clarity until your notions are obscure
Slaughtering your expressions, total annihilation
Bludgeoning your lines, poetic eradication
Devouring your preconception, with utter devastation
Eliminating your disposition, enlightened extermination
Butchering your reason with a brutal bloodbath
Lyrics linger in limbo lost in the aftermath
Slaying your insight with catastrophic rhymes
Conscious collapsin' corpses fallin' with the times
A war of words, our philosophies collide
Verses fall victim to a vicious verbal genocide
O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek
Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.
What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?
Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!
O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 102
Do you really think, that I am going to trade my eternal soul,
for your bowl of germ infested puke? Think again!
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O' sullen sullies of darkness....
How you often paint yourself so very innocent and pretty
While you drool at the corners of the edges of jagged
Within your ever deceiving, and your taintedly twisted smile and corroding mouth
Galloping around as if you were some fortitude of light and wisdom?
Amid these pretentious comforts, cast, from within a hollowed and daggered heart
Just as long, as you can capture everyone else, within your chains of bindings
Bound, unto your own darkened perspectives, beneath, your clinching claw sharpened
grasp....
Eructing your molten lavas, spewed, of your gargoylish poisoned vomit
Upon the lives of those who are somewhat already blind, themselves?
Offering your beguiling and benumbing putrid stench, to alluringly, lure them in
Into the depths, of your own black widow webbed horror show....
While pounding upon your chest, as if you were the conqueror of them all?
As you leave your trails of excrement and slime, within the dust, of your ever slithering wake
These your offerings, before all of Heavens disbelieving and watchful eyes!
Unto the unknowing and eternal souls, which you try so desperately, to swallow whole!
But your indignities and godlessness, will not escape your forthcoming demise....
For your manglings, disfigured, shall lead unto your own wraths, pending doom....
And yet for now, you do still stand, unscathed, within your wantingly amissful ignorance
Projecting unto others, as if you were some sort of mighty tower, in which they, should
believe?
But knowing deep inside of yourself the truth, of how very feeble and lost, you truly are!
Standing in front of this melting mirror, within your plotting poisoned mind....
A flower of the darkest soils, charcoals of crimsons ashes, your burning, and scorching flames
Lucifers child, of the neverendings, forever, and endless pain...."You!"
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....Darkness Falls....
{The final kiss}
The noise was still & silencing
As it echoed around the room.
And into the blindness of the dark night
I felt myself fall deeply into a minds peaceful, calm vacuum.
As distant farout whispers, became voices
Which I could faintly hear.
In foggy misted apparitions
That slowly did appear.
So mesmerised in my calmness, peace of being
In my life well overdue.
& into its pure calmin serenity,
I let my mind flow freely in its pursue.
I began to remember old values
That I'd lost along errors of lifes paths
In a time I'd let myself fall victim to its evil preying
Of a hatred in self loathings wrath's.
But now lost in the freedom of escapism
Within my mind I'm freely set to roam.
Around the unknown calms of unknown territories
Where I've never felt to be more of being at eases home.
I began rememberingmany lost memories
That my past had let my mind in sadness be replaced.
Where all happiness & self worthin essence
By sins of the devils wraths & sadness had then replaced.
This was a time of much needed restfulness
Thatmy life had needed for so long.
To put to right the errors of past mistakes
And in a world again to feel I truly did belong.
By Anna s tate March 2017
I write wildly,
Expressing, emoting
Fierce,feelings flowing
Quickly, quietly through my head
Placing, pen on paper
Releasing, recurring ,wraths within
Clearing, cleansing, the clarity conquers
Images influence entirely everything
Piles of pictures purged from my mind
Silencing my souls, shadowed secrets
Freeing a forbidden feeling of my past
Slowly, solace seeps
Renewing and refreshing
Entirely everything
Free to forge forward
To try to trust
If I ruled the world, I would wave a magic wand.
And make a wish for views that clash to soon be gone.
For unity I would wish as in days bygone.
Then, hunters and gatherers as one brought man’s spawn.
When greed and power took control a new age dawned.
Men of wealth walked the streets; ignored the vagabond.
Lies were told; truths were lost; the common man was conned.
To righteous ways and faith in God many did not respond.
My magic wand surely would eliminate wraths.
No psychopaths’ would fill the streets with hates’ bloodbaths.
And fights for right would silence works of all warpaths.
Chaos would stop as each man found and walked good paths.
No human would debate with a heart full of hate.
Poverty and greed would completely dissipate.
Rebellion and rioting, wisdom would placate.
Love would flow from every soul by will, not mandate.
If I ruled the world, I would wave my magic wand.
And make a wish to the great beyond; peace be dawned.
Citizens around the world to good would respond.
And all of Earth's humanity would feel love’s bond.
Written 2/25/2016
for Silent One’s Poetry Contest: Rule the World
i feel you everywhere i go today
you little cherub laughing so eyes are
dancing as the butterflies capture you
as no words you need to be heard wow
a smile so tranquil that dimple in your chin
glows from within the words you wrote
stays with me as i'm understanding your own
loving self as i often wonder how such a
child could carry words across the minds of
many as you have forever painted your canvas
admired by all who has ever got the pleasure
of your rapture and those who haven't shall
endure your poetic wraths forever through the
words you have so unselfishly donated to our
hearts and our minds the mere wonder of you
for all i can feel is lucky so lucky and yet
free in my voice as i sing the phrases that
god only gives to a few of us the rest must
endure this dream world in imagination and
by simply cuddling up to one of your verses
YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
INTERNATIONAL POET
High amongst the mountain peaks,
Stands a gnarled old tree.
Clinging desperately to the rocky cliff,
It is the only one to see.
How many years long past,
Has the tree tried to live,
On that rocky outcropping,
The mountain would grudgingly give.
Into the ancient cracks of the mountainside,
The tree’s roots desperately cling,
Barely covered in the little soil,
That the airs could barely bring.
For countless ages has it borne,
The wraths of wind, ice, and snow.
Reduced to a contorted pose,
The tree continues to grow.
Half dead in the summer it is,
From the eternal lack of rain.
Still, when the snows do melt,
It tries to grow again.
How many years more will it be,
Before the tree is finally slain,
And standing there forevermore,
Its withered shell shall remain.
Bribery sins…
.Spurns and prides are taking passes.
Passing balances all are cases and tasks.
Some retakes are warrants put.
Pick the tough ropes not only straws to last.
PINKO god-some will need the disciplines.
Doors to Eden just are door ajar.
Some things harmonic needed our justices to cohere.
Feels are fear alarms that mighty come.
Something uprights needed our uprising.
China premier WENJIABO bribery sins then some of them must also sinning with so.
Natures all at your becks and calls is china commie also those with heavy troops.
Who will care our nature sin then sinning more as one.
Some may still become award with laws.
So as Wraths become our dues by gods or by laws.
Poor have little bed-spaces to live.
WENJIABO BEDELS buy a street or less.
House commodious like a premise set with garden.
EX-HONG KONG commissioner LEUNG OIL SEE just declare and verify good or bad as nothing dues but She mean the ruling of China commie.
Who will make the senses as only all for commie ruling all by means of LEUNG OIL SEE..
What is good but who is bad.
What is nothing? Who but no one can do a lot of sins with says.
Objects most are things relay to subjects.
Who will call you sir and sure For you as PINKO.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
Morning mocks, evening
wars make better strive
If must overcome heels
in this roster
There are much beliefs in
everlasting live.
Pieces and splits are rigid
when alive
Devils' wraths chainless for
many master
Morning mocks, evening
wars make better strive.
Living worthy life begets
ever-live
And hasten shadows
overthrone siesta
We shall become history
when we die
Many laws and more rules
muse when alive
And must still to the
opera monster
Morning mocks, evening
wars make better strive
Surviving the tunnel
needs better life
By being grateful to man
and Master
We shall become history
when we die
There are much believe
in everlasting live
Less sojourn and final
route to Master
Morning mocks, evening
wars make better strive
We shall become history
when we die
Sometimes we say things and hope God would do the opposite
Sometimes we say things out of anger
Sometimes we lost it and completely lost our head
But can we push God away?
The answer is no
God is not someone you can dictate
Who would take your order and run when you tell Him to
He is an independent, supreme God
He issues orders and not taking one
He chelates and not renegades
He balks and not chocks
He runs with you and not against you
He withholds for your own good and not ballons you to your own merrification
He believes and not relieves
He commits and not bequeaths
So let it be known
He is not someone you can play with
defeat, or degrade
He is a God of His own
You cannot belittle Him and not suffer consequences
He deserves utmost adoration
If you can't say anything nice, don't say it at all
Or you will have wraths on your head
And what are you gonna do?
So let it be known, respect and perplexed
That's what He wants you to do
Don't cause a scene, would ya?
Look about at what inhumanity hath wrought
In vain we seek solace in a storming deluge
Have good intentions really been for naught?
In desperate straits we seek our refuge
Wraths ancient and new like thunder rage
Tearing the shelter we seek asunder
At a loss for words, both fool and sage
Silently assess humanity's blunder
No more do I seek shelter in brick or stone
For hatred tears all things apart
So here I stand unafraid and alone
Having faith in the light of a brand new start