Envoys Poems | Examples

26-8-2025 Rusty Return to Form

I’ve always felt like ‘that boy’, 
The scared little kid, 
Nervous white fingers,
Clutched on his toys. 
All the other kids play together, 
I figured they’d invite me, 
Every kid deserves as much as joy. 
And every time I feel like, 
‘Maybe I’ve grown’, 
Life likes to remind me of humility and death, 
God’s envoys. 

My Mum’s love, 
The prize treasured most by ‘that boy’. 
Could’ve lost my mum, 
The gun takes, 
Leave me no choice. 
Somebody else can choose, 
To take my life, 
And destroy. 
I’m once again reminded, 
On my passing days,
My mum might not hear my parting voice.

Augury

Augury – 2-20-25  Edward Ibeh – Sponsor; Title Chosen - Augury; Pick a Title No. 49
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Augury

Embers of prophecy rise
In the haunting omens of owls
Divining tea leaves
Heralds speak future through opaque signs
And signals of frantic dogs
Before earth heaves in shock of slip strikes 
Or the coming of rainbows
Born from sun and blackness.

Gossamer angels bend over vanishing logic,
Brooding envoys of dark horses
In clouds of fireflies or heresies,
Burned at the stake of mineral, mist or ice.

Messenger, from the mystical, utters the unseen, 
The face of mute words, allegories in shrouds
Calling to fabled grails, emerge from mystery.

Heraldic voice stands outside algorithms
Wears a clear cloak named vision or terror 
A visage drifting through past or dawn
In images without bones,
Unshakable the slow creeping spice 
Built on shape shifting tides
Like mist from cloud castles
Before seeking birth in the hands
Of reality’s fiction.

A Mycelium That Speaks

Dear Human
I am glad you came to me seeking rede.
Surprised that my intelligence is greater.
and different than yours.-nuff said.

You are wondering how this is possible?
Are species is pan galactic.- plausible.

All cells  neuron’s as you scientists surmise ,
Terrestrial cells are 2-20 micro meters in length .Celestials vary in size.

Over time cells on earth grew  are called hyphae.
 Over cosmic time cosmic cells grew into huge hyphae .and then into hyper intelligence ..
Your more aware scientist think the cosmos 
is alive.

.Our species on earth. create an organic network 
It did not take much guesswork - just teamwork.,
In space races linked  into one  mind
A unitary  mind -where no soul  is blind ,
Before this happens  Humans must stop war
Turn weapon into livingry, forever,
And put into practice works of Fuller too
The Cosmic envoys messages are due,
Also the Venus Project  is important
If it is wisely installed not discordant,

I read your mind ,Child. .I jest not..
Lastly eating mushrooms are good for you.
Cook them in a pot.
Good for brain bones and flesh too.
Eating Lions Maine improves your brain..

Yours in unity
A Mycelium That Speaks

Symbolic

Once envoys carried messages, betwixt those Royal thrones of Kings.
 Scrolls of vellum parchments, all bearing wax insignia, impressed with signet rings.
 These symbols of authenticity, made safe passage, through far flung foreign fields.
 Where chivalry of gallant knights gave sanctuary, armed with swords and shields.
 While Kings and Queens spoke of those deeds, by proclamation, made them law.
 Preventing bloodshed needlessly, upon battlefields of war.
 Once, candle flames on red wax, and signet rings, were used in days gone by.
 Now those documents of state are stamped, by die and counter die.
 Where independance from the past, the President holds sway.
 This National Symbol of the United States, hangs proudly on display.

In Suppression of Treason What Motive Or Reason

Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles; 

Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;

Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels!  Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!

Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!

Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;

Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?

The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;

Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!


20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick

Angels In Abundance

If a half-baked idea hits you 
And knocks you as hard as 
A lightning bolt,
That it feels like a megavolt,
Sit and for a while ponder,
And in amazement and awe,
You’ll discover intense wonder.
May angels surround and protect
You from harm
May they
Roam in your life and
Fly in your every dream,
He has sent them, for you
And rank high in His esteem.
A celestial hug they might 
Give you to dry up any tears,
And chase away nightmares,
Or any other earthly fears.
The love with which they encompass
Is a feeling that could
Last for years,
So spread this feeling of tender love,
That you have received,
Which cannot measure
Up to any treasure,
And will give perceivable pleasure,
No doubt you were chosen
Isn’t that just wonderful,
Wake up don’t act as if frozen,
You are a master-piece He has woven,
With great joy,
He is so busy, He sends angels as envoys,
They arrive on earth in convoys,
They are commissioned to deliver
All of the above,
Overwhelming, maybe,
Have you not felt their presence before,
In your every pore?

The Ark

Imagination's ramblings never pictured such a sight,
Nebulae and constellations, manifest in the night.
Terra firma long since gone, a distant dream, a blip,
Earth we called it long ago before our craft let slip.
Rolling through the cosmos, an incandescent arrow,
Stealing years, despite the fears, our chances ever narrow.
Travellers through time and space, cosmic cavaliers,
Existential envoys, full of hope, as well as fears.
Latter day pilgrim fathers, seeking pastures new,
Launched upon their voyage, with a motley crew.
Altruistic astronauts their lives inextricably twined,
Resting on their shoulders, the future of all mankind

Our Native Land

When this plague passes over
And we emerge from our arks
Let not the euphoria of seeing
The rainbow in the horizon again
Becloud our vision or deafen our ears
To the sound of heavy chariots from 
The end of the spectral
From whence travel a people 
In the direction of the sun rise 
With boundless treasure 
In search of new lands to sow 
Crop and human seeds
Let us not stray far away
For these wanderers seek titles
They will come first as farmers
To buy our crops
Yet will not allow us a square metre
On their own soil
Their prisoners will dare to do
What our envoys dread to do in their land
They will pay bride prices 
To become one with us
Nomads will seek to become chieftains
And will drink with primogeniture
Till they enter chambers of princesses
In the name of wedlock
And become lords of vast fertile lands
Which natives boast not of
We crave for civilization but
God forbids us allowing princes sell lands
Where dwell the bones of our ancestors
We shall welcome strangers but 
Will not share our beloved land 
With vile visitors
Lest when midnight comes, 
There shall be no shelter

Hcs 6 'To Join the Angels In Joyful Repast'

SIX

To join the angels in joyful repast,
Where is no shame, nor overeating e’er,
Is her least gift, ‘tis given at the last…
Before, they stroke their golden dulcimers rare,
And sing like rivers babbling over rocks,
And sing like trees that whisper in the wind,
And sing like birds, a-winging in their flocks,
And shine, like mighty folk, who never sinned!
There, for her, burgeon green, and growing things,
There, poor folk feed each other, free from envies,
There, service is the measure of all Kings,
Wherever they do go, their only envoys
Are streams of butterflies and honeybees,
Which bless the kings, and glow (which each King sees!)

Sunshine Wine

Setting sunshine and wine                                                                                                                                                        Pink horizon, black tree line                                                                                                                                                  Cerulean blue skies, the first fire fly                                                                                                                           Night’s envoys rise, sips from on high

The October of Missiles

THE  OCTOBER  OF   MISSILES

I loved her right down to the ground,
But we were just too different: 
Quiet me with my books, 
In the public library; and 
Her with her noisy friends.
The trouble had been brewing for weeks -
The break up of the love affair; 
The last-minute envoys between, 
Her friends coming to me, mine to her;
Trying to make peace.
But it was useless, hopeless.
Who could ever forget it ?
Just around my birthday on the 25th
I was seventeen and left with my books;
And the radio announcements  
As background  noise
About some events in Cuba.
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NOTE  
Based on an intense teenage love affair which ended painfully in October 1962, during the terrifying missile crisis.

Soul Consciousness

Soul Consciousness


Is it the consciousness of the soul we seek?
Or the “conscious” mind in search of its “soul”.
For the soul resides in the eternal unconscious,

is ever present in the eternal – present – moment’s
subtle “animation” of the physical,
stimulation of the mental.

My soul…..the essence of my being
has existed for all of time,
is but a particle of the whole

an aspect of the “deity”,
a facet of creations desire for fulfillment
seeking union with its purpose.

My soul is consciously aware
of creations incompletion,
of the need for men and women

to acknowledge themselves
as the envoys of creation,
unite in bringing the state

of heaven – on earth.
For the extrapolation of the words
“and they were in one place with one accord”

would bring into effect a
vibratory validation of the belief
that “we souls” have a responsibility

to sound a conscious tone
in word, in action, in living
not bound by the strictures of a credo

but of a soul consciousness
vibrantly animating our being. 


John G. Lawless
5/22/2016

Fake

FAKE

mirrored alien
reflecting panics
plastic grin
repeating names
unnervingly with
with tainted fears
forging terror

ambiguity takes shape
scrambling shadows
hidebehind views
momentarily
then take plunge as
watered body
wavers

navigation sets sail
into freedoms vast
expanse
starting over
masking past
toward stars 
that make us
real

fake envoys that travellers make
fleeting genuflections
a reuptake of life’s 
new lessons
	


© Kim van Breda—7 September 2015

The Concept of Freedom

The concept of precious freedom
Was born in the bowels of heaven.
In the bondage the world offers;
Fear throughout our lives is woven.
God hates mental or physical bondage,
Common to many an earthly kingdom.
The Passover is commonly known
As the festival of freedom.

Blood on the doorposts of Egypt
Was God’s symbol of freedom.
Freedom from the plague
That held death in its bossom.
The faithful were under the cover
Of the shed blood of the lamb.
Freedom from death was provided
And is God’s eternal, freedom plan.

When church and state combines,
As we have seen in certain cases,
The freedom of God’s people
Always ceases or diminishes.
Enforced ‘religion of the day’
Always persecutes and destroys.
No freedom to worship
For bondage has its envoys.

Freedom is a privilege,
Born from walking with our Lord.
To delight in His law of love
Brings freedom from discord.
Fear is the common basis
Of every type of bondage.
Fear needs to dictate or control,
And both lead to freedom’s carnage.

By Maureen LeFanue

Emerald Envoys

emerald envoys
endure chilling reception..
scarlet suffering

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