Counteracts Poems | Examples

In Jesus Name

I saw within the midst of it all,
The language, the idols.. the culture and history of the fall,
As if they owned the language and created these words long ago,
And the population just doesn't know,
Groups upon groups of layers unseen,
Claiming this is how we built our societies,
Staging fools to ruin and desensitizing their beliefs,
When Jesus came to set their hearts free,
Claiming they started words, taking out, and added to,
That they have been more in control of what we all knew,
You say in Jesus name..they cringe at the sight,
Using man's words and meanings against them, counteracting with loves might,
He will ruin our plots and ruin our plans,
To control the people and control the land,
The one who came here and fought for loves behalf,
Who sacrificed his entire life for the love of man,
Yet isn't it enough for everyone to see,
When you say Jesus name their animosity,
Because it's the opposite, and they want control,
Love counteracts all the knowledge of what they think they know.

Oh! The Female Form

Is it just me or do all old guys drool
At the sight of every young chickie
Could it be I'm a perverted old geezer
Or normal but no longer picky

Once thought I was quite sophisticated
With very discerning tastes and all
But the older I get, the less picky I am
Probably need a complete overhaul

Don't go calling me a nasty old pervert
Females were meant to be admired
I'm sure they're totally aware of this fact
By some of their provocative attire

Sure not complaining, trust me on this
Wouldn't have it any other way
Just to ogle these beauties walking by
Brightens up the dullest of days

Not a pervert, just a healthy old male
Enjoying the finer things in life
The female form in all it's perfection
Counteracts all of life's strife

Metalic Rage

METALIC RAGE
 
Broken glasses splintered across the field,
Scatterings of a cracked windshield.
Homicidal rage rife with anger starts to build,
so sharp & shinning as the blade of an argent.
Rage is the anger of a tyranic Sergeant 
with an unadulterated shinning fury,
every reason then becomes blurry 
and reaction doesn't look unruly.

Heartbeat pounds as the sound of carnage.
Pure anger is the optimism of rage, 
showing that something isn't meant to be
and that every counteracts ought to flee.
The will to live isn't to underestimate anger
which transforms the quieter to a fighter.
The seed of anger is either fight or flight.

Rage has no respect for solemnity or silent night.
By fret or feign, every soul is ignited to fight
With the same instinct for fight or flight.
Flight is ushered by fear of danger
But fight is a product of consumable anger.


VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©? August 2023 
FORM: Rhymes 
Art By: @andersonfrateschi.

Superhero Vs Supervillain

A fictional facility created in mother’s memory 
by Amadeus Arkham in an island off Gotham city coast,
Arkham Hospital is a unique asylum 
for the criminally insane supervillains.

The asylum has a long and vicious history,
a part of which is dominated by Batman,
the comic book superhero at the top of physical ability,
having an agile expertise in various forms of martial arts.

He faces several mentally sick desperado inmates,
like enraged Bane and serial killer Victor, and finds
way out of hallucinating nightmares created by Scarecrow,
counteracts the nefarious designs of the formidable foes.

A fictitious leading institution for psychiatric research,
the asylum has special cells like the extreme isolation,
that accommodates a wide variety of insane evil patients,
whose wicked plots are dexterously wrecked by Batman.

______________

January 14, 2023
Contest : Arkham Asylum
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori

Hate Myself

infront of the mirror i see a man tangled in his own stupidity
a man who's mind lacks necessities in developing stabilty
confused, he blankly gazes for days on end
waiting for a sign to prove that he's not dead
after a lengthy period of reflection and solitude
he becomes aware of the cracks he's falling through
he measures the depth of every step he fell down
the realization strikes him.. his path is hell bound
he prays, meditates, begs and cries for guidance
but is only greeted with the painful eyes of silence
with nowhere to go he is forgotten by time
in a never ending labrynth, lost in his mind
how could he let himself slip to this devistation?
he ignored the vapors of his life and now he smells the frargence
it isn't pleasant.. it's bitter and putrid
with a new sense of wisdom he attempts to remove it
unfortunatelly, his past counteracts his present
and he sobs from below peering at the gates of heaven

A Paean To God

Now, at last, I finally understand:
I can never be complete within myself...
without You, my emotions betray me, 
my mind counteracts itself,
hope will flee me, despair will eat me, 
unless I reach out for Your love
with a child's open arms....

Poem For a Lost Soul

[Prologue: in both a secular and spiritual sense we are all lost one way or another at one time or another. The need to escape or at least lessen the pain this brings can be 'self-medicated' with drink or drugs or materialism or even egotism-- the sense that one is better, smarter, prettier than others. History shows when a people or a country is lost, it can result in war, either civil or external. For myself, I have found healing by turning to a Power far greater than myself, far, far greater than anyone could possibly conceive.]


POEM FOR A LOST SOUL

Now I understand--
I can never be complete 
within myself: without You,
my emotions betray me,
my mind counteracts itself.

Hope will flee me,
despair will eat me
unless I reach for...  
with a child's open arms.

Counteracts Efforts

counteracts efforts 
made at trying to
create inner balance 
between differing 
perspectives 
on a quest to try 
and somehow find 
a means of compensating 
for the opposing forces 
acting against all hope 
for a better relationship 
in a future time and place 
between the future versions 
of our selves

More of You Less of Me

Loving more to tell you the truth,
You know in your heart what you must do,
Disipline yourself to see,
The intent of your heart, because action proceeds,
Love counteracts fear,  it speaks the truth,
Your heart pounds at the sound of what you should do,
It's usually never what you thought, sometimes feelings step aside,
Your heart steps up to plate, fear no longer hides,
It wages war with our feelings, fear keeps in captivity,
It won't come out into the light because in the dark it breeds,
Supressing your heart, adding one fear onto another,
So you will shut your mouth, and your heart altogether,
To make you feel less, to shut out the love,
To make you forget, you are more than enough,
The love you give is never a waste,
Even if some people don't see it that way,
Don't hold back your heart, don't shrink n hide,
God will honor the intent and open your eyes.

Seeing the Love In the Madness

I've seen the eyes of your logic, I've felt the depth of your pain,
My heart swells from anger to compassion, this is why you treat others this way,
When holding your hand in silence is all there is left to be said,
Because words have turned you upside down, and only actions will heal instead,
My eyes will speak love unconditionally, for your not abusing me,
The only one your hurting is you unfortunately,
Self sabotage, feeling of defeat, I will pour love past the pain,
And when I do, God will replenish, and fill my cup and renew my strength,
I don't not live on mans acceptance, I live for the love of God's truth,
With everything I encounter on this earth, my God has the power to consume,
When the enemy attacks my soul, my spirit will jump to attention,
For when I must experience the madness of this life, my God always counteracts those intentions,

I Am

I am the only wine
    Strong enough to make you blotto,
    The only cure to your illness.
    I know thou art mighty and strong
    Only because I am here,
    For you. With you.
    And only I, could be the reason
    You are weak, again.
    Only I could make you whole
    Even when I am the reason
    You need to be complete.

    I made you a fool,
    But i am the only reason
    You are seen as sane.
    I am your foolery, your wisdom

    I am the one behind your breathing
    That counteracts rhythm.
    I am the only beauty
    That can get you uglily insane.
    Into my eyes you look
    To be whole again.
    But here I am; the only reason
    You ever needed healing.

Beyond Ourselves

Giving God all the credit is the first step,
To faith and sight beyond ourselves,
We appreciate and are thankful for what people do,
But we ultimately can see it is God working through,
We value and love others who he's placed in our lives,
And it is in this perspective God changes our sight,
We don't pretend that evil does not exist,
But his love counteracts evils agenda through this,
With patience, and endurance, through long suffering, in it all,
We trust in his love through all circumstances because...
We believe in him, and the love he died for,
We can see past the struggle, we trust his love more.

Oh the Female Form

Is it just me or do all old guys drool
At the sight of every young chickie
Could it be I'm a perverted old geezer
Or normal but no longer picky

Once thought I was quite sophisticated
With very discerning tastes and all
But the older I get, the less picky I am
Probably need a complete overhaul

Don't go calling me a nasty old pervert
Females were meant to be admired
I'm sure they're totally aware of this fact
By some of their provocative attire

Sure not complaining, trust me on this
Wouldn't have it any other way
Just to ogle these beauties walking by
Brightens up the dullest of days

Not a pervert, just a healthy old male
Enjoying the finer things in life
The female form in all it's perfection
Counteracts all of life's strife

© Jack Ellison 2014

Analysis of Interaction

She stood facing given destiny
Tall, dark, handsome, hopelessly smiling
The provderbial woman's anxiety
Of reality annexed in childlike dreaming

Her friends spoke resolutely
But she in denial made void the glance
While her heart beat passionately
And her head drunken in silence dance

Love should not be offered
For what is given counteracts our pride
Alone, Christ was delivered
Because a true lover gave till we chide

It will not spoil my joy if you
Refuse the gift, I will do it again gladly
Only so disappointed in you
I give for my own joy, nothing alters me.

So she went home feeling shy
Because they asked her, rather than they gave
But heart played drums on the sky
And longing rose and rave in wave upon wave.

The moment is gone though, and I
Read her story, and will not from love relent
Yes, there is no limit to the sky
And no sorrow when I am like my sentiment.

Given pride, love must given directly
Not offered, not fearful of rejection hesitate
For true love has no fear, nor tardily
Gives itself to the joy of love's bitter fate.

Worry of the Future

Your the first thing i think of, when I start to wake
The last person I text, before I end the day with sleep
The person I can count on, to never to tell a lie
The only person I am afraid of, when he says goodbye

Only man I know, to never raise his voice
counteracts my arguments, even when Im right
The only person to say, he thinks he is too nice
Thinks that I am made up, of sugar and the spice 

He thinks the male and female, are too separate kind
ask the question, even if his afraid of what he'll find
I am not ashamed to tell him, what is on my mind
But I worry of the future, if he ever left me behind

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