On the moon a monolith stands on watch.
Searching for signs of humanoid arrival.
It is the sentinel for Earth's Gaia's cousin 'Yahah'.
The living God that protects the moon.
It sweeps up the dust of footprints
defacing its moon face persona.
It confounds the signals of alien
craft trying to land, so they crash.
It is a tower of Babel confusing conversations.
Destroying hope of foreign civilizations from
polluting, defiling, destroying, scaring, and
corrupting lunar landscapes and sacred ways of life.
Beware the Looming Tower of Yahah
It will be Your Eternal Undoing!
Categories:
defiling, moon,
Form: Free verse
Death and dying has me crying
The denial of a future to me defiling
The riding of the wave of life declining
Has my soul and spirt often whining
The moments come when it feels close
The feeling of pain is what I fear the most
The reason of salvation a quiet boast
Yet still death would come so close
Looking back at what I leave behind
To this world I was very kind
If I could I'd press rewind
But soon concludes the contract I signed
I do not mourn what I leave behind
A life that was a mystery with a God so kind
For some not me He is hard to find
So death is promotion and not decline
As far as age I was not cheated
Long was life and still yet breathing
But gone are strengths that I once claimed
Yet other new strength are claimed by my brain
Who will remember the sound of my name
Will those I adopted have something to claim
The moments I learned and moments I trained
Won't be lost like as to a drain
A reunion we are told from young to very old
About to unreal and become unsealed
Not me my story would reveal
But He who loved me and loves me still
Categories:
defiling, age, allegory, death,
Form: Rhyme
In midnight's gloom, I wander all alone,
Haunted by echoes carved in ancient stone.
A spectral vision drenched in crimson light,
My lover emerges, a phantom of the night.
Her eyes burn deep with a sinister grace,
Reflecting secrets time can never erase.
My Bloody Valentine, born of decay,
Where every heartbeat drifts further astray.
The air is heavy with a scent of dread,
While every whisper mourns the blood we've shed.
Through corridors of ruin, bleak and stark,
I cling to shadows to escape the dark.
In twisted dreams, our souls merge in art,
Where love and horror share a single heart.
Beneath a sky of sorrow and despair,
We waltz with ghosts in a forbidden affair.
I taste the bitter kiss of sin so vile,
As venom creeps, defiling every smile.
Each drop of red proclaims a dream long dead,
A scarlet elegy where torment is bred.
In endless night, our hearts embrace the fire,
Consumed by passion in a funeral pyre.
Let darkness bind our souls into one,
My Bloody Valentine, until life is undone.
Categories:
defiling, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Thunderbolt
With the mystical whiff
Dousing the air
he beckons hurriedly
Enticing the day
into the night
standing tall
he struts into the deed
defying every lurking laws
rummaging cloak and dagger
defiling the hallowed hollows
thus, infuriating the sitting gods
Categories:
defiling, africa, judgement, spiritual, wife,
Form: Narrative
September 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 21-22
Key Verse – Ezekiel 21:17 I will also smite mine hands together, and I will cause my fury to rest: I the LORD have said it.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CAUSING HIS FURY TO REST
Praise be to God for causing His fury to rest for the:
Repentant ready for His restoration
Ransomed rejoicing in His redemption
Renewed reaching-out by His righteousness
Revived replenished through His rejuvenation
Rebellious returning to His reproving redirection
Ezekiel 21:24 Praise be to the Lord for correcting us
of our iniquities and transgressions that we:
Confess as defiling and sinful
Consider displeasing and selfish
Cling to which are damaging and spoiling
Cleave unto but are destructive and smiting
Courageously detest now with sincere supplication
Ezekiel 22:14 Praise be to the Saviour
for dealing with us by His:
Truth along His judgment
Trustworthiness midst His justice
Triumph against jeopardizing jokes
Testimony toward jubilant joyousness
Territory thrusting jobs of jealousy-jerks. Amen!
September 4, 2024
Categories:
defiling, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
February 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 18-20
Key Verse– Numbers 18:20 And the LORD spake unto Aaron, Thou shalt have no inheritance in their land, neither shalt thou have any part among them: I am thy part and thine inheritance among the children of Israel.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ASSURES US DIVINE INHERITANCE
Praise be to God for assuring us divine inheritance:
Precious and evidently heavenly
Priceless so ever-honourable
Perfect along eternal happiness
Profitable while evoking hope
Powerful that expects humility
Numbers 19:20 Praise be to the Lord for warning us
against defiling His sanctuary with our:
Unclean heart
Unsanctified mind
Undone offerings
Unsanitary practice
Unbelieving spirit
Numbers 20:12 Praise be to the Saviour Who admonishes us
to trust Him always, and never to act as unbelieving believers:
Struggling in the wilderness of sin
Suffering in our waywardness-caused shame
Stripping ourselves of joyous worth of salvation
Separating from His will and service
Sliding back toward wisdom of self. Amen.
February 19, 2024
Categories:
defiling, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
It’s all an act, can’t you see?
A pretense of Shakespearean complexity
A mask of so many layers it’s hard to hold
Yet it only gets heavier as this sorry life unfolds
If you really cared then you’d see my eyes
And the bitter pain these beguiling lids disguise
But all it takes to fool your petty mind
Are some superficial words to keep you sweetly blind
As time goes on, the facade takes its toll
Exhaustion insidious as my heart grows cold.
The light fades to an ironic, acrid hue
The last bastion defeated with all hopes of rescue.
So all that’s left is to succumb meekly to this fate
Smothered by self-loathing and the ever-present hate
That twists my life into a snarling parody
Plummeting obliquely into mundane obscurity
So how to find solace in a shell that I despise?
By defiling the innocence this awkward exterior belies.
It’s clichéd I know, but it let’s go
Drink, smoke and ‘til we feel alive!
That smile oblivion reserves for only me
As I surge towards it,
Self-destructing
Happily
We’ve all got to die,
So why should I
Linger for longer
Than is
Necessary?
Categories:
defiling, angst, dark, depression, extended
Form: Rhyme
Don't try to make me just like you
I must cherish my free speech and thought
If I just clung on to your point of view
I’d relinquish a right which cannot be bought
LGBTQ people are dancing, spitting on, and defiling your grave
Well because ding dong, yet another witch is dead
Christian Broadcasting, you founded to minister and save
Condemned feminists as devils whom we should dread
We speak of religious right pundit Pat Robertson
Avowing 9/11 attacks as divinely ordained
The Queen is dead, but perhaps not gone
Because his small minded thoughts have remained
Nothing says Pride like the death of your proto-Hillsong
They won’t miss that homophobia which you did awake
So here’s to you Mr. Robertson
And your accusing gay men of a spiky HIV handshake
Categories:
defiling, farewell, gender, rights,
Form: Rhyme
They murdered her without conscience, concern or caring
No one knew her real name
They called her mouse but no one remembers why
She should not have been here! They are argued.
Agreeing never to divulge what had happened
Mouse’s murder was never solved
But the bridge turned ugly
People came with spray bottles
Defiling and defacing it
Maybe Mouse’s relatives.
No one knew why
But after her murder
The bridge forever remained
the place that girl was murdered
And it stayed perpetually ugly
like the bullies' lack of conscience, concern or caring
Categories:
defiling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose
Rooms of self-imprisonment
Against Spiritual Impairment;
Castles like centuries-soaked Mountain,
To a type of knowledge The Fountain.
One a bit crazy to look at them long
Or on their account assemble a song.
Religious Repositories of Old
By one neared when one is bold;
A great wonder they did finally fold
And now in touching stories told …
Perhaps, something to do with veiled crime
Against them held by Record-Keeping-Time
Or in their inner rooms Defiling Gambling
By Monks who saw through every card play;
Maybe on their premises a rambling
By The Wizened sorting out things they hard way.
Categories:
defiling, corruption, evil, integrity, religion,
Form: Rhyme
The day my life went 'hatter' mad
When carnage of the saddest sad
Rained down hell from high above
One soul of darkness void of love ...
What horrors did my eyes behold?
The limbs of humans shredded cold
Twisted, that soul with hatred rife
Defiling the sacred charge of life ...
O what perversions faith has spun
When babes are target number one
In such a world of grief and doom
Where love and joy find little room ...
Why is innocence thus debased
By fiends who wear a friendly face?
Countless tears that terror draws
For such forsaken, heinous cause ...
How can we hope to e'er defeat
This beast with evil so replete?
How will we quell a monster thus
That laughs and lives and looks ...
Like US?
( This is about the mass shooting that took place in Las Vegas on October 1, 2017, and ALL such terrorism world-wide )
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "The Day My Life Went Whacko" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
defiling, dark, evil, love, society,
Form: Rhyme
There’s no bigger threat
than what’s still left to know
Its backbone religion,
as it sits on its throne
What cannot be stated
and proven as fact
Evangelists kidnap
and wear on their backs
With prophecy wrapped
in their folly misled
What’s still undiscovered,
leaves dogma undead
But then when the darkness
moves into light
Revivalists shout,
claiming: “See, we were right”
Leaving two kinds of liars
in this world to be shown
Those twisting the truth
—and those defiling the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Categories:
defiling, religion,
Form: Rhyme
My cry I land on the maiden stages
for the satirical life come unbecome
though to cry I cant for no might
yours I quest where to run?
You hit my buttock like a tom drum
Remember hasira mwisho hasara
Better love not violent mama
yours I quest where to run?
My loins you torch I ate coins
my body incinerate I came late
and burn my seaters the wet bed
yours I quest where to run?
loneliness I harness my banned allies
food prestigious stone for mine
early to school on a shrunk tummy
yours I quest where to run?
like a donkey from school I toil
no work no eat my prompt pay
my routine teardrop a painful cry
yours I quest where to run?
People feign adamant for my plight
my defiling hear you bang the eyes
behind your laughter my bitter weap
yours I quest where to run?
As I coil to foil the world I toil
my plight I denounce the turmoil
the tender-hearted welcome to cushion
yours I quest where to run?
Categories:
defiling, absence, abuse, angst, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
The earth has been drowned by the fiend
Deprived from its undergrowth
Stripped from the edible seed
Killed to the last in loath
By the toll of the sully
Millions have tasted the loganberry
But neither can you nor I
Neither go around the mulberry
Nor savoured what it bore
By the toll of the sully
The derrick has ruined us all
And the motors breathed venomous gas
The colour of life drained out of sight
The tone of silence now perished for the mortal
By the toll of the sully
The languish fossil, now a bailiff
The wrapper now an agitate
The weaklings now warlords
Littering around bunkum bombs
By the toll of the sully
The beings to consult for this
Our chart of lineage
Who sprawled obsessed with greed
Keeping the globe busy at risk
By the toll of the sully
Categories:
defiling, future, pollution,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Taking my place in your gazing blue eyes
Who stole the glow of my dawning sunrise?
As defiling your virtues you obliquely lied,
Pounding my heart till I died a little inside.
When a brilliant sunny day said goodbye
As lightening arrived to thunder blue sky
Storming my life, you left me teary eyed
Exacting high price by forfeiting my pride.
Reluctantly I disclaimed your sweet smile
As your blatant animosity put me in exile
And adulating ill-will you ceded to hate,
Trampling on destiny you altered my fate.
On my horizon cried your reign of disdain
As you rejected goodwill again and again.
Remnants of aspirations no longer claim
A desire of passions to reignite our flame.
Meaning of love soon indelibly changed
Revoking your name from souls estranged.
Hurt still remained, woefully pacified--
Lingering listlessly, till I died a little inside.
February 9, 2019
Placed first:Early March 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Placed second:I died a little inside contest by Silent One
Categories:
defiling, betrayal, heartbreak, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
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