hallelujah meditation and recasting grievous orneriness
will always be increasing my treasurership melange
momentously renewing tenaciousness responsibility
from obnoxiously pusillanimous bumptiousness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
Oh my god, what have we done
Just gone and killed, your only son
Even worse, tortured him to death
Jeering whilst he gasped for breath
In realisation, we’re overwhelmed
Certain now, to be all condemned
His only crime, was none at all
And we the people, made this call
We had a choice, Barabbas freed
Crucify our idol, and more indeed
Mankind is evil, we’re living proof
Sold out our saviour, stood aloof
So what now, is it time to pay
Might just be forgiven, if we pray
But who could condone, such a sin
Flaying the innocent, of their skin
Maybe was preordained sacrifice
Let’s just say, made his own choice
Stop passing on, humanities shame
We like to point, the finger of blame
Even now today, two millennia later
People are still, intolerant haters
Yes we can love, all we hold dear
It’s our conscience, that’s not so clear.
Voice of Conscience Poetry Contest
Sponsored by the Unseen Seeker
02/06/2021
In my hands, I hold a list
What to do, where to do it, when to do it
Everything I want to accomplish
Written before me in organized text
Check off the next item
Add another two items for every one completed
When will it end? Can I schedule when it will end?
Pained by my own desires to be organized
In a world controlled by never-ending chaos
I take a deep breath
Making a conscious effort to experience mindfulness
Feeling the air in my lungs
Cool and crisp, yet hardly unique
Slowly exhaling
Experiencing a brief pause
I look down at my list again
Tranquility, Inner Peace, Momentary Relaxation
Check... Check
Underline Momentary... Check
The President of America should be very concerned
about the dreadful death toll that is growing under his mismanagemment
of the Pandemic
If the deaths continue at the rate that they are going
doesn't he understand that he is ruining his chance of winning the coming
election in November because
THERE WILL NOT BE ANYONE LEFT TO VOTE
silken mist drooping in gay
epileptic stance serving its grace
trickling drips moistening sans odds
damped earth puking per draws
lofty pressure trudging both
atheistical alliance paddling the boat
tormentous torrent tracing gores
on the wielded waves, sans war
hoisted horizon mending winter's call
stance sequoia sucking spanks
alchemistic breeze bonding lance
ushering the former into tainted trance
calling cherub watched bidings slip
pulled the curtains and went to eat.
19:10:24:12:37
~Note~ Another horror poem.
Simple makes one able,
complex makes one futile.
Conumdrum 1
Conscientious Objectors
Prisoner #1 says to Prisoner #2
"Let me get this straight I am here because I killed someone,
and you are here because you don't want to kill someone"?
Does that make sense?
John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2016
* Update Most conscientious objectors have been freed, and alternatives to military service have been offered to them. Thanks go to God who is the Supreme Judge and Lawgiver !!
There was a nice lady inspired from haedes,
And there wasn’t any ifs, ands, buts or maybes,
She liked to think she was nice,
But those thoughts couldn’t suffice,
as she voted for the right to kill God’s babies.
Born a hellraiser, and lived that way
For the better part of his days
Til riding back home, one stormy night
Struck by lightning, he kneels and he prays
Now he was torn, about who he was
And he didn't know what he should do
To kill, he knew, was definitly wrong
But the army kept telling him to
He goes off to war, against Hitler's troops
No fear was found in his heart
A soldier of God, a hero for his country
He waits for the fighting to start
He was ordered with nine other men
To silence the guns on the hill
One hundred and thirty-two germans were captured
With nine more, that he had to kill
Awarded the Medal of Honor
For something he didn't want to do
A conscientious objector
Just doing what they told him to
This story is true, about Alvin C York
A man from the Tennesse hills
For as long as he lived, he never talked once
About any of the men he kills
He said he never saw himself a hero
But was proud of the medals he'd won
But still a conscientious objector
He was ashamed of the things he'd done
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