Deserter Poems | Examples

Strayed Sheep - William Holman Hunt

Straying away from the straight path
in search of sumptuous grass, 
Me and my friends meander to the mountain top
on a crisp clear sunny day, 
The cottony white clouds mirror our soft tufts of wool,
The sea is calm today, unlike us, who are restless;
Raff rests his weary head on Walter, 
Sophie and Sara lay down side by side, 
While Nero dares to stare at the 'deserter' in defiance... 
We don't know where to go, what to do, 
And so we wander around, 
What if we fall down the ravine? 
I am scared and edge back, 
Whereas Nero and Terry fearlessly forage for food, 
Browny wishes to follow them against my warning,
Most of my friends group together, 
What next? Where is our leader? 
I don't know, we have no idea, 
We're all looking for our lost shepherd to lead us... 
                                                         ...back to safety

It makes William more Desirable

William shows his absolute integrity and empathy when he says
“If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead.
How can I write to you after what I’ve done?
What I’ve seen?”

Sure, he is a deserter, but there is so much more to this man.
He is not only a deserter, he is a husband and a caregiver.
He is a man who feels he has not lived up to his wife’s expectations.
He feels ruined, unworthy of her now.

This quote gave this reader hope, for I know that he cares.
He is concerned about his wife's wellbeing, about what she thinks.
He is humble, and unassuming.
It makes him more handsome and desirable.
I am cheering for him to write to his wife now.

Prodigal sheep

Jesus, you say bring home my sheep
You say be a shepherd like perfect You
I say my sheep have gone prodigal
They have my credit card, I say resigned
At least they buy cheap wine on my dime
They’ve discovered tobacco, too
They won’t come home, I’ve tried
My mind has escaped me, I bleat
But, my body has returned to the barn
And the mind are homeless sheep
They want to go AWOL at every chance
They know my arms are not open though I try
Nevertheless, the mind and body are one
I am their pen and prodigal sheep
I am the arms closed and deserter
I am the sheep and herder
Isn’t that right, great shepherd?
Ask not what you, Jesus, can do for me
Ask what I can do for my sheep
I don't ask you to return my flock
You say, kindly woo them with contrition
Take them to the bar and pay the tab
Let them drink their fill if need be
Bring the sheep home in a cab
Leave the pen open just in case
If the sheep go prodigal again
Let them know there’s no place like home
Where else can they roam?
Jesus, I’m your lost lamb
I’m waiting at the bar
Come rescue us

Death To Death

. . . I stoned the lord of death to death
     we lye, now, side by side

as

effigies of who we tried to be
among countless 
revolutions
among countless 
massacres

evaporating into mixtures
of all who passed 
that day, united

beyond soils of new shoots
I, a deserter
I, a warrior 
I, a beggar
I, a zealot

with the lamb
gathering stones . . .

The Deserter

One dark day you came,
With heavy pack on your back
As your tears roll down.

Julian the Emperor and Deserter

Archon of the west, whose spouse was the worldly Sophia
Who blindly abandoned his childhood lamb, to search for unseen light
Though the lamb could have showed him the pure gnosis he craved for


Poem (from a Gnostic Christian perspective) about the Roman Emperor Julian the Apostate, who abandoned Christianity in favour for philosophical Paganism.

So Sorry Am I Lord God-

In the busy day lit crashing;
So sorry I am Lord God;
Vigorously relinquishing the dawn;
I am a deserter ashamed My Father;
So sorry I am Lord God;
I talk to my Father;
Holy Forgiver of my dire sins;
Loudly in my soul, quietly I speak;
So sorry I am Lord God;
I am sorry, God for mine transgressions;
I am quietly caressing those whispers repentance;
I am sorrowful;
In private forgive-me, Lord God
throughout.
Selah~  




6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Shout

Shout


shouts of reason hard to explain...

their pharoah is to blame,


Share to rock asunder;
belly is the beast to stand still nor defeat

rivers run in order




march their swift cowardice...
onto their spineless and their weak


true to be timid
afraid of it's fold

to abject it to blend,
sought through the make believe

to abject to each shelter

the stern the pathetic

a timeless pathetic wimp
the back alley pimp



up stage on the deserter

Poetry Is Peace Fighter

My poetry
is not a deserter
nor fugitive ...
 It is a brave soldier.
at the front
that does not leave the fight
and die making
peaceful
poetry

Just Be Encouraged---

Just, just be
Just be encouraged
No matter how you feel
I know the feeling is real
Be encouraged
God's got you...
It's Okay
Jesus is here
Don't be dismayed
Stop being afraid
In a flash...
God got your back
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
No matter how you feel
I know the feeling is real
Be encouraged
God's got you...
It's Okay
just be okay
Believe it now today
Receive it God's blessings
Be still dwell within them
Your Okay
Just be encouraged
Things could always be worsen
You could be a deserter
Backsliden all but forgotten
Your soul spirit rotten
Just magnify the Lord whose true
And He will honor and glorify sanctify you
Just be
Just be encouraged
Just magnify the Lord whose true
And He will honor and glorify you;
Just be encouraged
No matter how hopeless or bad you feel
I know, I know that I know God is real
God will bring you through
This I know is true
It's Okay
Jesus is here
Don't be dismayed
Stop being afraid
In a flash...
God got your back
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
Be encouraged
God's got you...



9/22/05
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.   2005, 2019©

Deserter of Faith

Deserter of faith
If not today, tomorrow
Veers off glory road



Date written and posted: 06/13/2018

The Splendid Times

Strain not your eyes in the darkness of loneliness
For the deserter has forsaken you
His face is lost in the whirlwind of time
You feel nostalgic about the past splendid times.

Your craving for bygone days to return
Those moonlit nights, those captivating days
Are a history and history doesn’t repeat itself
A fallen dry leaf can’t be put back to the branch

Turn the corner and shed the awesome memories 
Stop the rivulet from flowing through your eyes.
Silence the sound of your crying heart
Spare your soul from the memory´s dart.

Hamida Yamin, Sintra, Portugal 12 July 2016

Two Face Words

Two Face Words



Quietly means quiet, silently so still
Feeling the unfelt now so real
Willing the belief to believe in your will
Finally knowing that you love to kill
Completing the cycle as you're replaced
Deserting the deserter as memories erase
Trying to read one person that's two faced
But all of my answers I seem to chase
And I no longer want to finish this race
So Leave me in loneliness, I love this place



bmdavey@05/08/16

Fault of Thyself

Fault Of Thyself

For every man there is reward.
For every man there are consequences.
Which kind of man are you?
 
For the brave man, there is honor.
For the cowardice man, there is desertion.
For the stone man, there is isolation.
For the weeping man, there is no shame.
For the anger man, there is violence.
For the patient man, there is a reward.
For the observant man, there is a puzzle.

For every woman there one man who fits her.
Be she the reward.
Be she the consequence. 
She is the Queen to the King.

Be she the honorable, for the brave man.
Be she the deserter, for the cowardice man.
Be she the isolatar, for the stone hearten man.
Be she right hand of no shame, for the weeping man.
Be she the perfect reward, for the patient man.
Be she the puzzle, for the observant man.

A man who can never handle a woman during her most awful, destructive days then he does not deserve her on her wonderful, perfect day.

Olive Branch

Anti-howling receives the 
deserter. There was a mass
breast-beating without
any noise.

The pugnacious jaw 
drops. Shows  a frail
sensitivity to tormented
values –

of invisible mirrors, shutting
down the wolf’s face. An
ancient spider jumps
on your bronzed ego.

A transsexual walks on
the ramp to defend her territory.
Cucumbers would jump to
conceive the obnoxious yawning. 


Satish Verma

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