Blessing In the Shadows
Shackled and battened by the restraints of humankind
Hounding ego, gnawing the essence to stay behind
Reverence for soul lessen, protruding unkind
Assigned to desolation, fulfillment confined
Dying hope slipping, clutching the foundation of fate
Only feeling torment, loitering till the final date
Accepting all righteous acts to come as bait
Unknowingly unearthing a hand deterred from hate
Awakening to a notable entity, driven by solicitude
Fearful to the unforeseen, but ready to be renewed
Weaving potential realities, leaving behind the unfavorable until ensued
Released ultimately from the ocean of inhibitions to conclude
entry for Constance La France's contest:
Write a Beautiful Terza Rima
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation,
a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him
who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light; 1 Peter 2:9
The very hairs of our heads are numbered
and Jesus has called us to be faithful.
Forgiven, with fear I am no longer encumbered.
Is it so peculiar to render the choice
to praise our Prince of Peace for deliverance
from darkness? His Spirit strengthens my voice.
I'm grateful, yet with restraint, to have the chance
to share my faith with those who spurn God’s good grace,
not deterred by their questioning glance.
Beforehand, without onslaught upon their space
I ask the Lord to lead in my approach.
Sometimes I sense, “Wait, don’t speak face to face.”
“Lighten up! This is not the time to encroach,
Show, don’t tell,” counsels my Coach.
I joined this site called Poetry Soup
So I could write about turds or poop
I’m not sure that some folk in this group
Know humor, or are just out of the loop
I was stunned to be awarded Poem of the Day
I was so thrilled, I didn’t know what to say
Until trolls on the site made nasty remarks
But their bullying ways are their trademarks
At first Soup was fun I’d read work late at night
But this year I have hardly logged on to the site
It’s a pity that I’ve been deterred from writing
I sought peace and quiet and not back biting
My poetry style is straight from the heart
Who cares if I write about a foul smelly fart
I don’t care if folk don’t like poems on flatus
Because I write for fun not poet laureate status
The Trump administration
In its quest to shape the nation
Won’t be deterred by our collective groan
And will ban the word ‘homophone’.
“GOD ONLY INTENDED TWO TYPES OF PHONE;
THE CELLPHONE AND THE TELEPHONE
DEI WILL NOT EFFECT HOW WE CONVERSE
TO DO SO WOULD BE SIMPLY PERVERSE.”
In attempts to attack the woke
Trump and his goons go for broke
Trying to give the far right placation
With yet another example of mental masturbation.
Reason, are you thinking twice?
Idea, freely roll.
Poison, pen, and paradise!
Grind the golden goal!
When do dreams hit deck deterred?
Carrion crow, thy bird.
When the winner comes in third!
Anguish, how you stirred!
Hell and Heaven, hither hie.
All good people lie?
Warrior wounded, thy cold cry!
Dismay means to die...
Tympani, tomorrow.
Roll like a river deep.
Source, sail through the sorrow.
Caiman, time to creep.
Weather? It gets cold outside.
Weakness? Best to hide.
Windmill? Charge and woe betide.
Wharf rats have no pride.
Jamboree, thy goers.
O party, hand out fun.
Lawn, best call thy mowers.
O sugar, best get spun.
Dark fire, with me one more time!
Burn in riddles black!
Breaker point, upon me rhyme!
Heart of mine, attack!
Gods of death, deal wisdom out!
Suffering, to come!
O steppe horseman, when to shout?
When you have no drum...
Have you heard what I have heard -
that when your quill is inspired or spurred,
the act of writing, it might be inferred,
as, with watching feathered beasts (not furred),
must never cause you to to be deterred;
and, as the distinction is somewhat blurred,
the methodology most preferred
is "bird by bird, word by word".
May we be blessed to understand what a hero is…
when it comes to our dominion
because in our country at this moment there is a difference of opinion…
I believe the Capitol police who died defending our Capitol
and safeguarding our freedom January 6 were heroes…
To uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States
and the laws of the District of Columbia
these oaths…they were fulfilling them.
While President Trump issued a blanket pardon
to more than1,500 people charged in the insurrection…
including those responsible for killing them.
But we will not be swayed by those trying to re-write history…
Those of us who witnessed the insurrection that day…will not be deterred…
For we will always remember what happened
and we know who the heroes were!
Our Treasured Children
Protect our children, hand-in-hand
Teach them strength and to be aware
Goodbye to silence, goodbye to fear
Together we shall dry all the tears.
Oh children, our children
Stay safe and warm
Let the heavens protect you
And keep you smiling
Let’s educate, lets raise voices
Make sure every child has choices
A life lived free of fear and doubt
A world that is kind and just
In the name of love, we must earn their trust
We stand as world parents, and guardians too
Our hearts aflame, protecting children, we break the chain
Love is our guide, courage our weapon
In the battle for their safety, we will not deter
We shield the light of innocent hearts
From callous predators who want to steal
And tear innocence apart, wreaking havoc and pain
In unity and strength we take a stand
We protect out children with vigour and passion
Every child, their safety assured
We are not deterred in the endless fight
Lost in a maze of numbers, tight,
I scratched my head—my hair took flight.
Paused a while, let time slip free,
Returned with fresh eyes—oh, the key!
A whisper of change, a shift in the tide,
A tweak in thought, the answer inside.
The Earth once breathed in steady tune,
Now, fevered winds howl at the moon.
A fraction climbs—a world remade,
Snow on dunes, storms invade.
A moment too slight, a world redefined,
A tipping scale of nature’s mind.
The markets dance on trembling ground,
A rumor falls—fortunes drown.
One misstep, a reckless word,
And empires crumble, fate deterred.
A fragile thread, a sudden spin,
A tipping point, where losses begin.
Life itself, a delicate fight,
Right or wrong, dim or bright.
A fleeting spark, a guiding hand,
May tip the scales where choices stand.
We Can Count on Each other
trust me
I will be there
nothing can deter me
believe that I can always help
love wins
love wins
I know that you always help me
you cannot be deterred
be there, I will
trust you
***This is a mirror cinquain****
Trump threw fake air kisses
To his very bored looking Mrs.
Funny, how her wide brimmed hat
Deterred them from the love rat.
So many of the laws he broke
He will soon begin to revoke.
What a shame he’s the POTUS
A STORMY four years for Flotus
HAIL TO THE KING ON HIS BIRTHDAY
Today, let’s celebrate MLK’s birthday;
His dream seemingly deferred, but not deterred:-
His reality lives and his dream of liberty is on the way;
His “I Have A Dream” legacy speech, reality words heard:-
I would sit under the pawpaw tree
And the world would come to me.
They said all you need is a dream,
A pen and a pad to make it beam.
But Mother, in these streets, I see,
A world that's swallowed up my poetry.
My books, once filled with vibrant hues,
Now gather dust, like forgotten muse.
This world doesn't care, it's plain to see,
About you, me, or my art's ecstasy.
It doesn't care about the colors I blend,
Or the emotions my words intend.
I wrote above the deterred wall
A cry and a poet’s final call
A feeling, a pen and a pad
I care about me
Unwavering and glad.
"Running through a mile of wasted compiled vile
I find myself conflicted sitting in a position
groaning I'm foul planting a seed of tan and brown
the snake comes out of me and it flees deposited manure
Gastly every movement is not pure, sometime it's deterred
so now I gravitate as I clasp my cheeks
out from the plummets from the tests intestinal ...
verbiage I'm not on my knees
Yet, yes I bow down bowel comes out of me
What I just planted was healthy indeed
it was a groupings of so many seeds
running in through my garden
or would you pardon
Me as I sit posture above a toilet
and now I let Go of the grouping for you see is my bowels moving
My waste has been displaced
into a porcelain throne filled with water clear
as I touch the handle it's spirals down
Maneuvered Manure
the tunnel to eventually become one with the sewer"
I forgive
I forgive your arrogance
Matched by your ignorance
Interrogated by malevolence
I took you condescension
Your hidden intentions
Your lying invention
Politeness deterred prevention
I’m glad there was no extension
David Cox 31/03/24
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