There’s no word in our language for time,
our ships soar and take off with a chime.
Crossing galaxies at breakneck speed
this is how we get the things we need.
I have come with a message to share,
we seek any hope that you can spare.
We heard your silent call of distress,
now quell all those feelings of faithless.
Make no mistake, I am not from here.
No harm will befall you, have no fear.
In an atmosphere plagued with sadness,
a simple smile has become priceless.
You don’t need words to show you care,
just be good to each other and share.
Must instinct leave so many to bleed?
Evolve, connect, and you will be freed.
Stop giving destruction your airtime,
please go and alter this paradigm.
I don't believe in love anymore,
I don't believe in romance and staying
I believe in eyes that hold deceit
and fingertips that trace my skin like tongues full of critique.
I believe in the fire of lust and coveting a trusting heart to conquer
I believe in shifting loyalties and fading desires but more so,
I don't believe in love any longer.
Enough, he said with voice pitched low
Enough for now, he whispered slow
And curled in upon himself
Having nothing left to show
Knowing no one and nonself
Enough, he cried though no one heeded
Enough for now, as he retreated
And left another piece behind
Having no faith to be intreated
Perceiving his own broken mind
Enough, he proclaimed with a tremor
Enough for now, if I remember
And cursed himself a fool
Having no word to condemn her
Aware that she was ever cruel
Enough, he shouted above the gale
Enough for now, and beyond the pale
And twisted his face into a scowl
Having nothing to add to the tale
Conscious of the verdict’s howl
Enough, he cursed deep and vile
Enough for now, with poet’s style
And laughed with bitter fortune
Having lost the courage to smile
Mindful of his full lost portion
Enough, he screamed from soul deep
Enough for now, as he woke from his sleep
And shuddered as his eyes opened
Having nothing and no tears to weep
Heeding the anguish that life betokened
"The sun loved me again, when it saw that the stars would not abandon me" Jenim Dibie...
I paint on the blue-black arms of blank skies,
with pirouetting promises in midnight eyes,
no longer impatient for the dawning of hues~
manipulating the ache between ink and muse.
I breathe in silence, wrap my soul in rhyme-less forms,
to taste topaz tears of dusk, beneath swirling storms,
as I’ve long learned to sing with wistful stars alone,
amidst the warmth, cloaked within cold-chiseled stone~
flickers of grief, now veiled by bonfire blazes,
of melancholic memories and fleeting phases,
where love and light no longer collaborate,
yet sail like astral flames of fate that life must validate…
I ponder, do nameless ghosts of the sun recall my name?
For I crave not the fickle flares, nor to take their blame.
I am kissed by the redolent rays~
of ruin and wild orchids in lilac moon’s haze,
surfing through lagoons drenched in marine dust,
fighting tilted tides mirroring broken trust…
So, let me abandon the scorching gold of sunrise~
forgive this heart, serving nothing but lyrical lies…
anxious bride felt less than gorgeous today
first time he mentioned pre-nup
she saw a faithless groom
render to Caesar
what is his,
lost faith hoovers
try to believe
leading a spotless life
bottle half full
don't forget your soul
burning midnight candles
pledge your touch
a chagrin of a chance
leadeth with me
to a challenged place
Oh Lord of eternity, Father of every life.' Bringer also, of rest you
Close every eye in death, I think on Moses he stood before
You and pleaded the cause of a nation.' You said you would
Raise uo decendants from the stones for him.' Yet he went
On pleading..To what avail.? It seemed a fair thing to do.?
Yet truly God you know better than any man! In this case I
Now say Lord God have your way, I will not in this age try
Your reason..I say do as you will O Lord ' do not stay your
Hand..Strike and do not hold back.! Do your will O Lord
Send the pestilence and fire.' Upon the wicked the earth is
Yours and all in it..Why should your servants labour in vain?
Why should we weary you with the needs of mankind?
Those who proclaim 'there is no God.'
This is the version of my perspective as a Believer vis-a-vis Black Country Communion Song's "Faithless"
Victorious heart praises the Lord as Source
Midst thanksgiving for blessings everyday
Toward accomplishment along work force
Brought by blest compassion and mercy’s ray.
Vigilant soul worships with joyous glow
Midst gratitude for faith-fortitude’s brace
Toward wondrous service by blessings’ flow
Marked by redemption upon hope and grace.
Vibrant spirit does pray in sincere plight
Midst gratefulness for glad attitude’s zest
Toward sharing along caring delight
With fulfillment of miraculous best.
Giving thanks* to God for His love so great
Life’s peaceful bliss declares reliance-trait.
*1Chronicles 16:34 O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever.
June 7, 2023
8th place, "Black Country Communion 2" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 8/23/2023
It didn’t happen at the right time
I wasn’t his – he wasn’t mine
But, despite the dangerous passion
Fires ignited and we felt the longing
For the dance, - taking a chance
Uncertain and unsure, burdened
With shame, guilt and humiliation
All the feelings that come from carrying
A torch for someone whose heart
Isn’t vacant, whose love is already taken
It didn’t happen when we were free
So we left each other with only a feeling
Emotions that colored our lives in hues
Forbidden love, constrained our desires
Snuffed out the fires that stirred inside
Erasing every doubt that we could share
Our hearts, our dreams, our hopes…
The beauty of a love, vulnerable and true
Exposing only the joy that comes from knowing
The wonder of two hearts uniting, contriving
To build a life for two – share our dreams with…
Someone in the heart – who is loved fully
With a love that only comes alive for those
Who listen to the soul stirring light, the yearning
Breathing, aching… for love that is making
Two hearts feel more alive than any feeling ever has!
Inner conflict Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
August 14, 2022
Should we have faith in a faithless quest
And put sheer foolishness to test
That the coconut holds some water
Makes not ignorance call it a river
The snail knows wise to travel with shell
Or lives not at all to someday tell
O darling! My darling basket
Useful are you as my pot of earth
Performing labour no other can
A loyal companion on my farm
You from by weaver's hand was made
And the other fine mud the potter shaped
Envy not the labour of your brother
For you two have served a gladdened master
Through different paths that you both take
And such rare habits your nature make
Be weary not for none has done better
Each in his way has been a helper
I see the pain in your restless eyes
As the pot I greet when first I rise
I oppose not for you are right
But to you do I salute goodnight
It is pure folly to make you hold water
And no lesser folly should the pot hold tubers
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
“Bound by banks of time, a zillion years had passed before you and a zillion years yet to come; but in this timeline, we never met a GOD as he is a cup of delusion and so don’t fear the sacrilege, if you decide not to drink from that cup since bustle of civilization thrived without him and will continue.” After the speech I silently retired to my room and bowed.
scuttled the true faith
and celestial opulence -
I beg Your mercy.
Faithless mallet
O' governing gavel
See me upon my knees
Prepared to grovel
For it was peace I sought
But chaos I wrought
In a fit of rage
I burned the page
Faithless mallet
O' governing gavel
How I've done it now
The world now weeps
But my end it will know
For salvation I need
For it I shall surely bleed
I shunned my faith
Now I face the wraith
Faithless mallet
O' governing gavel
I believe not in you
Nor this faithless justice
How bottomless you are, the lonely hell,
how dark and joyless, but the love I fell
in is much deeper. Oh, four words you said
so unexpectedly that my ink bled,
four elements, four natures of despair -
the water of my tears, the smoky air
of sleeplessness, the fire in my loins,
the earth of desperation that adjoins
insanity – the words you said in lieu
of reasons to break up: "I don’t love you".
How that can be? It was just yesterday
you vowed that… I go mad, I go astray
in most abysmal precipices of
my hell in search of you, my faithless love.
Hans Christian Andersen getting jealous
its election time and Politian’s are getting zealous
telling tales is now the norm
the promises are falling like in a heavy rain storm
fake news fills your news feed
all written to convert and mislead
they will promise you the moon and stars
then send your kids to die in wars
starve the poor and feed the rich
It’s not the greatest sales pitch
brand new hospitals, cut the pay of those fat cats
more broken promises from liberal democrats
their lips move but the truth does not come out
empty promises is all they spout
save the planet the rallying call
just before they fly to las Vegas for the climate ball
trusts a dirty word not to be believed
spoken my Politian’s who ask should we stay or leave
you will still go work and get poor pay
and they don’t listen to what you say
they will just mock your decision
your vote means more when cast it for strictly on television
Lively words on tiptoes left,
Vanishing in the night.
In vain have I sought to find them,
Those precious prodigal words.
Did they slip away like mice
Through temples worn out by age?
Like jocks who rode the bench too long,
Have they quit for lack of play?
Or have they found me faithless,
Lusting after phrases
And daisy chains of impish words,
And in anger run away?
Fled they like southing swallows
Escaping Winter’s blight?
Will they come back to me one day
Like old Capistrano’s birds?
If a wordless king is a pauper;
And a well-spoken peasant rich;
And words are the gems we offer
To woo the ones we love,
Am I then to be destitute
When I wear the crown of years?
For if my wealth of words is gone,
I cannot beg at Heaven’s gate.
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