I don’t want to wall myself in with mixed-up theology,
but set myself on the narrow path towards heaven.
—quote by poet
The Journey Within
Finding out, you’re all wrong;
mixed-up theology is quaint.
Did you forget the part about suffering saints?
This is why your anger erupts;
mindful, this is the test.
Any prophet that found it profitable to
lose his own soul in “Thus saith the Lord,” dooms
followers and his “white-washed tomb” to the abyss.
The journey within finds favor with God,
not by believing in treasures on earth. Be still
and have hope amidst suffering; admit
your weakness, expose your pride; cling to the cross. Hide
your face in Jesus’ hem; don’t haw; glory
in salvation - that the Most Holy would save us.
We can get “what we don’t deserve.” This “sinner-saint”
reads the holy scriptures,
looks for the truth, abides in Christ.
I have and have not, either way I am blessed by
knowing my treasure’s in heaven,
when my journey’s complete.
Categories:
dooms, christian, introspection,
Form: Free verse
La bruja hechicera,
with an impious hex,
from the marshlands
beneath a foul swampy
grave, she indeed
summon Pumpkin Head.
Rage is how his master
wheels revenge; For the
harsh reckless fatal end
of some young spirit slain.
His Abyss fiend ghastly nights
of vengeance spreads.
'Tis best, no wise,
to kneel in silent prayer.
Repent for it's the only tool
that might soothe
the impinging gloom
of dark that looms.
For those he stalks
don't stand a chance;
Reaper's minion seeks
to quench his thirst with
the bloody-blugent preys,
la hechicera dooms.
Sinners atone, when fate
confronts ones wicker fort
of faith that rots.
When weapons and screams
like wood ablaze, excite
his callus, morbid heart.
For condemned are those
who bear her mark.
He's spawned to dissecting hunt.
The next dawn are found;
Heads severed....
with bods from limbs apart.
Categories:
dooms, change, confusion, death, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Some people assume and say
they bring nothing on their birth
and take nothing on their way
when they leave this earth
But I strongly oppose
as I observed with perception
it isn’t odd as you suppose
and will accept without objection
The soul brings its body
to live as something in this world
either man or a lady
or an animal or a bird
At one day or so
it reaches its extremity
none can say no
to the wishes of Almighty
From this world of worries
where dooms cannot be stopped
soul from here usually carries
two sacks that can’t be dropped
Good deeds in one sack
and sin in the other
they carry on their back
to the place where all gather
The judgement is given
based on the two sacks
it goes to hell or heaven
from where it again comes back
Thus for sure I say
A soul brings a body on its birth
and takes its deeds on its way
when it leaves the earth
Categories:
dooms, life, truth,
Form: Rhyme
I believe this might be my 2nd
Dooms day poem.
In the bright of day brown grass
Dead trees
Tulips
Daisies
Lilies
Roses
Carnations
All flowers dead
Bombs bombs bombs
Boom boom BOOM!
March comes in
LET ME BEGIN AGAIN
in the bright of day
June comes soon
No more WAR!
it was such a chore but
Better clearer days ahead galore!
Roses new carnations too
Infact all flowers are magnificently
Alive! And in TUNE THEY BLOOM.
sun is shine like life look the love!
In the bright of day
Come what may!
Every child is filled with laughter
They sigh and twirl rambunctiously
Giggling more laughter HAPPILY
EVER AFTER!
Categories:
dooms, color, creation, death, feelings,
Form: Alliteration
Amidst the bright light and the sumptuous summer sunshine,
Why does the beam gleam of the thin rays of darkness enwrap?
The sturdiness of our bones fails, as though we've lost our spine.
Our inner sanctum is erased from our location map.
Blood clotted, mouths unable to utter secrets, we pine
With hopes and hopelessness, like eggs in a single basket,
Fate and destiny, playing their roles as per their design
We store our unfulfilled desires like gems in a casket.
Tracing the trails of the 'if you can't beat them, join them' route
Like challengers and the challenged, we tread on trodden roads.
Have the bubble, we've been blowing, a permanent pursuit?
Pessimism, through each lane, like an atomic bomb, explodes.
The closed doors of impending expectant dooms be disclosed.
Feelings of friendliness even to the foes be enclosed.
Categories:
dooms, anxiety, fear, psychological, sad,
Form: Sonnet
Son of the night
Remember my days with a light
Cos There is no hell for my soul
I know my kind are uncommon
So your opinion about my life matter less
I live my dreams even in my dark days
My life has it's tales of survival
I sing for love on the dark night
I chant for peace on nights of destruction
I opened the doors of loves
On the night of hates
I heard the cries of the innocent
Then my pen bleed on the nights of grieve
I refuse to run away from my night
So the spirit of the night keep revealing
The secret of dooms
Behind the closed door the night is dark
So remember my days with a light
Cos in through this long night
My soul deserves a safe heaven unknown
I know my kind is uncommon I am the
Son of the night
Categories:
dooms, africa, confidence, courage, devotion,
Form: Epic
by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett
Some say, and believe, bad luck lurks in threes.
That a triplet of troubles and woes, even doom,
Can be expected to appear, joined in a trio for despair.
Bad luck, they say, unfolds in a three-act play,
With prologue, conflict, and ending, a trinity of troubles predict,
A superstitious claim and firm belief, that fate is to blame.
Three and three, fates agree,
Bad fortune looms, dooms in trinity.
Triple, triple superstition whispers, simple destiny.
Photography by Opal RT
Categories:
dooms, destiny, fate, fear, mystery,
Form: Lyric
A certain feature
on a creature
dooms it to extinction
Exact same thing
in writing ~
a mark of fine distinction
Categories:
dooms, conflict, creation, writing,
Form: Rhyme
I'm the writer of my yarn
I am the painter of my doom
Thousands of phantoms here me warn
From opened window of my room
They walk and crawl in lane in hall
As if they from the heavens fall
They gazed and gazed but can not talk
As if there is an icy wall
Between the time of mirth and me
That not the wounds of soul can see
My haunted haunted lanes of heart!
Thou haunted by the soul divine?
O lines of hands He on thee wrought
And filled The eyes with Eden wine
I'm the scent of Eden blooms
That faint with fear of horrid Dooms
I'm the sheen of starry beams
That paint on canvas all my dreams
I'm not sad, not I complain
Of patching lips of lack of rain
My rein is in the hands of God
The first last, the Eden Lord
By Eve and Adam lost in pain
O angels we should it regain
That seat in dale of mirth and Glee
Where soul will pray in sun in rain
And float on gusts of wind so free
I'm the part of soul that gives
The throbe to heart the life to death
I'm the heart of all that lives
On earth in winds in ocean depth
Categories:
dooms, beautiful, future, garden, grief,
Form: Ballad
With words and vows
Of friends and foes
In each and every matter
I vow by Lord!
From Eden Yard
I'll write thee a letter
Of eves of blooms
In hues of glooms
In morning dew
In hovering dooms
In world and heavens matter
I'll write thee a letter
I'll ask dawn and dusky hues
To write a letter
On the waves
For centuries waited
I on shore
And searched thee
In the woodland caves
No answer came
No answer came
With quills of clouds
And teary ink
To thee I write a letter
Will thou me tell?
O gloomy bells!
Have ever seen
Thou in the world
The one who
Keys of heaven sells
If you can't see
If you can't sell!
Then I'll tell you better
I will write thee a letter
Of all the gloom
In sunken heart
Which broken dream
Thy soul hath fraught
What God in Book
On heavens wrought
In each and every matter
I'll write thee a letter
Categories:
dooms, deep, destiny, dream, longing,
Form: Alliteration
Once upon a time, three ravens woke up
in shock with a white feather on their back.
Seeing how they were now strangely dressed up,
they wondered if it was not an attack.
The first one, too afraid of taunts and jeers,
did not go out of its nest anymore
and from starvation, it perished, with tears,
cursing its awful fate in a last roar.
The second one refused to be bizarre.
It picked up the feather out of its plumes.
It finished its life crippled with a scar,
lone, away from the crows who have no dooms.
The third bird bore its characteristic
and showed the white feather on its black spine.
It endured waves of laughter and critics.
It died honored and buried in a shrine.
A different ability is just
a difference. Not easy, it's certain.
But it should not arouse any mistrust.
Talents exist in spite of a burden.
Categories:
dooms, engagement, inspirational, meaningful, society,
Form: Verse
Bloody moonlight, carcass and crow's.
Rigid creatures,created from night shadows.
Teeth that are shrewd, creeping like an harrow.
Dyed rosemary, widespread whispers.
Marching band,roaches on foreign land.
Sky cry, child cry, no one care to give a helping hand.
Fair filled the air, faith tells one time is near.
Be bait? Or show no remorse.
Sacrifice the weak, or the dead weight you may keep!
For the strong will strive ,and the meek will grovel at your feet.
Baby's will barely get to eat,grandma's will have eternal sleep.
Destroyed buildings, and carcass crows will eat.
Fights may breakout in the street's.
As dooms day will start to creep.
Bringing country rulers together to have a seat.
All in all history in itself repeat.
Categories:
dooms, conflict, dark, endurance, grandmother,
Form: Rhyme
The leaves of Alder now are taking on
Fragility of finely woven lace
As Nature bids the sun: ‘Not yet be gone!
‘But stay awhile!’ though he moves on apace
The trees perceive the signs as they foretell
With fading of the light, increasing chill
The portents of the changes they know well
And answer by transforming with a will
Should we not take example from the trees
When change shall come to pass beyond our sway
Adapt, protect and thus the travail ease
With life’s resource what could we not allay!
Untutored prophets tell impending dooms
That pass bare-seen; undaunted life resumes
Categories:
dooms, nature,
Form: Sonnet
As a lovely lotus, holding her head high, dooms to fade…
So is the fate of which damn degradation does invade!
When the angel of democracy murdered and muted,
Could politics provide people protection well suited?
When disruption of home and strife for living grow thriving,
Doesn't, like corroding steel, society go riving?
When caste, color, creed, and sects, like Rock walls, true growth obstruct,
Could we, midst so solid strife, succeed culture to construct?
Aren't riches, fading flowers, if fail to face poverty?
Could when hunger sky-scrapes, humans dream of joys plenty?
Who can save religions from fermenting fatality,
When, they shift from soul-strengthening spirituality?
When the air, water, soil, hills, vales... get wholly polluted,
Could the environment escape getting foully afflicted?
When inner harmony, easily, by changes challenged,
Could capture of pride by shame be so easily balanced?
Every sphere needs to move in so sequential symphony,
If not, could all live in life-casting cosmic harmony?
03 October 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
dooms, culture, environment, political, religion,
Form: Couplet
You strolled in smiling like a thousand blooms,
My life-breath forgot to breathe for a while;
Cracked creaked desert-like thousand era dooms,
Gleamed and glowed like the smart summer sun's smile.
Our thoughts, like lilies, immaculate, chaste!
Words and deeds like crystal, vivid and clear;
Sharing and caring, like nectar, we taste!
Like celestials, to no danger, we fear!
Don't go away from me, my Love! My Life!
Let love last as long as long length could be!
Finding real joy and hope, be our strife,
Let's stand stern and all changing seasons see!
What if heaven and earth face their fast ends?
Our love for each other to no threat bends!
03 September 2021
Categories:
dooms, life, love,
Form: Sonnet
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