He is God when times are good
He is God when times are bad
He is not always understood
Even when happy or especially sad
Love God more than man
Expect to be uncomfortable and
Know that the your prayers are heard
But first seek comfort in God’s word
Are you a soldier of God
Only when times are easy
Know this dear heart
God delivers to the needy
If you find your heavenly home
Here on this evil earth
You must somehow atone
To gain heaven and glorious worth
A land built on crookedness
Has a frail foundation
One can now look at this
As a warning to other nations
God will have His way
And you must not lose faith
Categories:
crookedness, america, angst, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Steel cold, rough hands lay slack.
Pull it taut while gripping the back.
Getting it apart takes a lot of force.
Days pass, and so strain, as a horse.
Gather up inside of a ductility test.
If the wire grows warm, it drys best.
Yield point stretched wire snaps.
A coil cobra rests as tension gaps.
The soliloquy, alike waves, is broken.
Left behind a rid-sailing, in boat oaken.
Breasts shift in a way to hold in place.
It is crookedness for leisure to misplace.
Thrown and shoved the other way.
Yet, no pang was felt; only grit lay.
Not adorn the sting of flatness to feel.
As her skin likely burns from the ordeal.
Written: May 09, 2023
Categories:
crookedness, analogy, change, character,
Form: Rhyme
Idle brain is the workshop of devil
Crookedness creating framing sin of sloth
Nasty nuisance turning most evil,
scattering, throwing up malicious froth.
Categories:
crookedness, sin,
Form: Rhyme
IDEALISM
Liberal, Modest, Noble, Open Personality
deserves reverence and adoration,
simultaneous admiration
to be followed by every soul.
Dishonesty, Envy, Falsehood, Greed, Hate
to control, to kill or to drive out.
Revenge in mind, never to sprout.
Peace of human should be the goal.
Abolish Betrayal! Crookedness: Do Explode.
For conspiracy to confront
in social or domestic front
stand straight as stable-rooted bole.
Respect Strong Truth, Universal Values
of morality on journey of life,
whether at ease or at strife.
In drama of life play courageous role.
08/02/21
First Place
Alpha Lines Contest by Joseph May
Categories:
crookedness, 12th grade, appreciation, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
At this very moment lost in life, predictability
Mind is a mess chaos reigns, steadfastness
Fighting with myself shut out, convertibility
Not through lack of confidence, faithlessness.
Honesty best policy was perfect, vulnerability
Perceived to be bureaucratic, crookedness
Looking into blind darkness is not, gullibility
Rather an inclination to, open-mindedness.
Fatalistic properties impress on, observability
Eternal bliss unlikely basis, straightforwardness
My own admission incurred veto, ineligibility
Life’s knowledge diminishes to backwardness.
Into the abyss keeps tumbling, infallibility
Round and round remorselessness
I’m tired now must keep sleeping, insatiability
In the morning truth is coming, unpreparedness.
Executioner asks any last words, foreseeability
And then comes the answer, breathlessness.
Juxtaposition Poetry Contest
Sponsored by the silent one
20/11/2020
Categories:
crookedness, allusion, death, depression, lost,
Form: Rhyme
His introduction is a roundabout in continuous turning
this criminal sees me as one whose deep thinking is lost
crazy assurances of converting a piece of grass to a garden
obese rewards only can be reached through a hidden maze
half evidences and my appetite slips through dark paths
it’s obvious, the trail of a scammer’s conversation stays sinuous
money, war, death, power, assistance: information in constant twisting
without harbouring greed, one cannot be trapped
wisdom cracks crookedness to put an end to this unwarranted puzzle
he’s gutted; not giving my account details was the wall.
Published: 6/25/2020
For "Maze- 10 word challenge poetry contest"
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
The 10 words: garden, maze, paths, sinuous, turning, trapped, puzzle, twisting, lost, wall
Placement: 3rd Position [6/30/2020]
Categories:
crookedness, evil,
Form: Free verse
"What do you see in this old tree?"
"A lot of crookedness", I said,
"The limbs are drooped and dreary,
Its leaves are mostly dead,
It looks sad and weary..."
"There's a special kind of dread."
"Sap is leaking out the trunk,
It's oozing down the sides
A glaring hollow in this hunk,
Where darkness now abides."
"The woodsman shakes his head,
And leaves this tree to die.
There's better wood ahead,
And all should pass it by."
"Man has such a hollow,
Between his dreams and Death,
Sheol's set to swallow,
At the final, dying breath."
"What's to be done!", I cried,
"Dealing with what Death means?
I, too, am hollow inside,
Can I be evergreen?"
"Believe the best about Me,
My Owl will fill your hollow,
Death may come tomorrow,
But new life soon after follows."
"My Owl sees all within you,
And strengthens all that's best,
He'll fly you to our rendezvous,
And, I'll bless you with My rest."
"What do I see in this old tree?"
"His Owl is in my hollow,
And hope has been set free,
He has chosen me to follow,
And share His future glory..."
"There's a special kind of happy."
Categories:
crookedness, analogy, christian, faith,
Form: Rhyme
I can't be...
not really...
it's not possible..
but I can't stop myself.
The way you look,
the way your smile has a crookedness to it.
How you talk with ease,
completely and utterly smooth.
How you stop me with one glance,
making me freeze like ice.
Your hands gentle and kind,
moving slowly and steady with everything you do.
When you walk by my life brightens,
turning into an amazing sunrise.
Your laugh that makes me smile,
makes me feel...feel real.
But I'm scared...
Not of you,
but of the thing that lingers between.
Falling.
Falling so hard that I fall past you and hit the ground.
You take my breath away,
make me feel alive and warm.
But if I'd fall for you,
would you do the same.
Or let me crash and hurt myself.
That's what I fear.
I fear falling in love with you.
Categories:
crookedness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: I do not know?
Eyes to a back hand
Wipe away my tears
Swipe me a clean slate
Abondon my abusive years
Closed ears to a focused mind
An insomniac's cry for a dream
Murmurs of a silent heart
Even in peace there's no coma
Momentum to a mountain
Giant steps of a global catastrophe
The broken handle of an axe
Retirement from deforestation
The blunt knowledge of a killer's edge
Gnawing on its last wisdom tooth
Turbulence to a whisper
The quiet and forgotten roar
Forgiveness to their creator
For He too fathers thy parents
Synapses firing crookedness
Thoughts brooding thunder
A desert storm to my blue sky
Hard currency in the toxic air
Grassroots in a perpetual drought
Uncontrollable giggles of pollution
Laughing gas to clouded judgement
Indifferent to the holes in my pockets
Shattered hearts to lustre
Dulled flowers to a dead forest
Sprinkling an intestinal feed
Fertilized with dangerous explosives
Who will dare rise from the ashes
Lie still in the ghost of superstition
Categories:
crookedness, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
Let me tell you,
I see you with your dark brown skin,
do not be ashamed
Instead, let them stare as you prance through the fields in your summer dress
I see you, with your crazy kinky hair,
do not wear that hat
Instead, swing on that swing, as your strands become tangled in the wind
I see you with your crooked teeth,
do not smile with your lips sealed shut,
Instead, speak loud and bold, share your crookedness with the world
I see you now fearless and proud,
Don’t you dare let them snatch that from you.
Categories:
crookedness, beauty, black african american,
Form: Free verse
Not, terry, not
To protest at fraudulence
Not, hesitate, not
To protest at wrongness
Not, fail, not
To protest at terrors-
If needed, hit and get safety
If required, fight and achieve prosperity
Rightness is must
Righteousness is the best
For times immemorial
Mankind is suffering
From inherent meanness
As history says
Human world is dwelling
In inhuman fold
Let us protest at our attitudes
To protect our lives
Let us protest at our affairs
To protect our rights
Till today we are entangled
In age old animosity
By tomorrow
We will have to get rid of enmity
This is the time right
We have to protest at our crookedness
To have our future right
Yes, we should promote humanness
Categories:
crookedness, passion, , memorial,
Form: Free verse
See, how easy it is,
To blink—
As it was to melt by your words, your… tender squeeze of endearing kindness…
I flowed along the currents of your sweet affection,
Engrossed by your rickety, boyish attraction for me,
Landing on colors I have tried not to wear all of my life…
My heart thumped your name from every impractical word,
And you squeezed on through in your fine, simplistic style
Then, as quick as a blink—
I began to cry, for you… crushed my heart into the dust below me…
You thought, you THOUGHT I was still stuck in that love rush!
You enhanced your crookedness and shunned my gifts away!
Each one spurt, EACH SPURT… back into the tube in which it came…
Each purposeful pump……..from a once swelling heart,
That would give anything for what you once amply gave!
Do you still blink?
Does your heart still thump?
…for mine has stopped…
Categories:
crookedness, anger, anxiety, deep, depression,
Form: Dramatic Monologue