Forefront Poems | Examples

The Flood

When Noah’s flood came
During and after the falling rain
It was God’s justice
But how will God administer justice 
After He made covenant and said: 
“I will never again flood the Earth to end all flesh.”?
So, if we don’t get another flood
What fulfills the law of God?
(We get the gushing from His side) of Jesus’ blood
This is the flood God has now set forth
To bring about every Christian birth
To wash us clean so we can be seen
As righteous but only because of Christ
It’s always been God’s sovereign plan
To bring to the forefront: The Son of Man
All judgments and every sacrifice
Are completed by Jesus Christ
And God has said this will suffice
“In Him I am well pleased”
And there is no other
He is second to none
Nor penultimate 
But The Last Adam has won
God’s One and Only Son
“Follow Me” He says to all who hear
Whether with a heart or with an ear
But don’t just hear, but be a doer as well
And He will keep you out of a place called Hell

(So what's the solution? Daily ablutions)

Belle's Birthday

She was born on this day in ‘66
A Belle that rings above all other chicks
She’s dated some gems and dated some pricks
And beyond it all she keeps her wits

So on this day she can breathe a sigh
She can lay back and watch it all go by
She can about her life to her heart decry
Sing a song my heart, shed a tear my eye

And as of late (and maybe all her life)
Jesus is at the forefront, Jesus is the guy
He makes her feel so spry 
As another year is added, another year’s gone by

Weary Is My Mind

Weary Is My Mind

I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always
That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest
Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids
There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once, 

never again.

Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse
She runs screaming, yelping in madness as her body falls dead
Once I thought I knew, but as fate would incline
The truth would be only a weapon and shield–vulnerable. . .

never again.

The prating sound squawks as death marks before her squalid breathy voice
Her pupils' contract like a viper’s hint at prey, pouncing, and then devouring
The blood is left spattering and spurting among my grey, hollow walls
Only her wedded can clean out the muck as I have given up,

never again.

Coiling around me with her slippery scales, the precipice of my demise
The sword and the shield once though best, were only cardboard copies
My soul is shattered, and my will is blank, giving into her sweet, nectary venom
The forefront of my being is gone. . . crushed under a blanket of rue

For Weary Is My Mind

The Picture

Over the mantle,
a hand, a candle,
breaking bread—ample.
A white head bowed down,
old and worn with frown,
pensive and in prayers.
A bowl sits with pears,
two other side-chairs.

Partially hidden
by Lady Midden—
Bible, guilt-ridden.
Centre and forefront,
black cover and blunt,
is a treasure hunt.
She slips off the band,
Reads and understands.

The Tunnel

Little does my mind rest
Wailing and scraping at the walls of my brain
The feeling of being lost forefront 
Guiding lights leading me astray
To find the end an impossible outcome
Yet lying down to die not even a choice

Trying to break the patterns I’ve set
Failing to change who I am
Maybe I don’t need to change
Just find a way to accept myself
Though my mind may never rest again 
I refuse to let the static kill me anymore

Blood Red Carpet

Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
 Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
  Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
   The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find

Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
 Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
  Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
   Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate

Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
 Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
  Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
   The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested

V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
   How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet



                          bmdavey@10/6/24

We Say

We say mum, but in poetry, we say a strong, independent woman who loves unconditionally from birth and puts her children in the forefront of everything she does. 

We say dad, but in poetry, we say a protector of children, a mentor, a hero. He is a tall man who can solve any problem he is presented with. A guide to lead from the darkness into the light.

We say abuse, but in poetry, we say a traumatic consequence from action causing a catastrophic reaction resulting in trauma and harm. 

We say abandonment, but in poetry, we say the raw anguish of being left alone in desolation., isolated from care and devotion.

We say survivor, but in poetry, we say a person who escapes a toxic whirlwind of emotion and actions. Standing tall and rejecting negativity to produce positivity.

In The Waiting Room

Let me introduce myself
My name is suicide
I live in the shadows
Just at the back of your mind
You’ll probably never meet me
Sometimes I'm on posters
Usually in your doctor’s waiting room
You may glance at me
Put me to the back of your mind
That continuous cough
Your main concern today
Sure you’ll get better soon
Now we come to the other guy
I’m at the forefront now
Doesn’t seem to be any alternatives
No introduction needed
No explanation required
Sometimes we have a trial run
Just to see
But really, our mind is made up
The poster stares right at him
Taunting, asking what he’s thinking
What is he thinking
The same thoughts as yesterday
The day before yesterday
Today
Tomorrow
The cough would have responded to antibiotics
But it was never really about the cough.

Belladonna Field

Good night, old friend.
Hush and sleep.
I’m here as long as we can pretend.
Even after you leave.

If pain is a gateway to the soul,
then my dreams deem your words the key to such a portal
I just can’t tear my eyes away
your blunt nails puncturing skin, their purpose ugly lines

If I could I would rasp a scripted farewell
envelop the spirits you trapped here frame to frame
but the jeers swimming in your Cheshire smile bleed a crimson too real
maybe I should rejoice, this house now a home – not a belladonna field.

But it never will be unlike a cage
twenty years, two decades, one fear, no apology
a few tears won’t erase the scars on her arms 
you the forefront, I the ignorant, and she the child in Omelas

I’m terrified I’m grieving a vile sadist
the people surrounding me either love or hate, curse or forgive, 
they don’t understand what it’s like
to miss someone so soul-crushingly cruel.

An Ode to the Housekeeper

I come from afar,
Leaving my loved ones at large
I am a Housekeeper, I am here to serve!

I was here during lockdown,
Never did I bog down
Preparing to welcome you safe,
Anticipating your fear and inhibitions
I am the Housekeeper, I am there!

As dark clouds hover over,
As fear and panic grips,
I am called at forefront,
I am the Housekeeper, never my commitment dips!

I walk towards the unknown,
Wearing a smile & my prayer
I don’t flinch, don’t sweat.
I am the Housekeeper, I don’t dread!

I am called upon, I respond,
I am at the front, I fight.
To keep you safe, to keep you fit.
I am the Housekeeper, I use all my might!

I work long, work hard
I prepare for you to return.
I risked, I battled.
I am the Housekeeper, the war is still on!

I am the Housekeeper, help me help the World,
Wear masks, follow protocols,
Join me in this fight,
I am the Housekeeper, let’s do what’s right!

I don’t need gratification
I don’t need sympathy
I am the Housekeeper, show me empathy…

Together we can achieve,
Together we can win,
I am the Housekeeper, I believe!

Your Sin

*Your Sin
Miracle Man
January 2024 

From God we can’t hide, He always sees us,
So we should be on friendly terms with Jesus.
He should be forefront on minds during waking hour,
then, to resist the devil He will render us power.

Numbers 32:23 KJV
“But if ye will not do so, behold, ye have sinned against the LORD: and be sure your sin will find you out.”

Life Is a Collage

Life is beautiful, a complex collage
of memories
Epiphanies arise while deep in thought
observing the energy
They come to me when I'm flowing like
rivers & channels
We're interdimensional & forever fluid just
surfing channels
We're meant to be more than basic
embracing complexity 
The loving embrace of mother nature 
absolves complacency
The father of all lights the way of illumined
paths
There's not a single problem minus answers
if you learn the math
Our formulas take form while in imagined
states
We get results when we mold thoughts
immune to breaks
Whatever it takes just keep faith in the
forefront of mind
Life is a beautiful complex collage of
time

What's the Buzz

Is there anybody out there
 I can only see my face in the forefront preflection
 Of the passed, away on vacation until all comes cross
 Is she really on the page or on the screen an AI model
 Stockings stocking to no avail
 Preferably a real lady, married, a couple of kids, nah
  He enters the mainstream understanding orifices procession
 Pro to nothing concrete all absolutes don't exist
 Clean and not heard
 The genius in him should talk to the mirror
 Instead of a gun shot plying the thought of Gmail account
 Accessible bypass crude
 Why sense the tasteful callipyge stragglers told too
 In her scent he can find a thousand Dani Daniels Krissy Lynn Jane Marie, she'd just another troubadour old fantasy
 Reality overweight overwhelms filly folly breads hvvgfnbdg
 *** VV bukkake Bukowski travels by and nothing taken for granted Lego logorrhée Times Square sexshop where a dude speaks East Timorian    does it really count what the guy said on the corner of the contents of the wall Pao chicken breast

Summer's Procession

Summer's parade
Is on its way.
Cirrus pennons
At the forefront
As high skied, and of their shape
Foreshow who celebrate
With kites that day.

Best procession!
Fun's; unrestrained!
Life, the benign
Which radiates
In sync with bouncy posture
And a ball-rolling gesture
Our part. - you're gained!

All About Her

On gray and dreary mornings
All I have to do
Is think about my sweetheart 
She helps to pull me through

I love my little bluebird 
Her smile lights my way
It comforts me when lonely 
And gets me through the day

The time spent 'til I see her
Feels so infinite 
Like always paying money
Yet never out of debt

That's why I keep her image
At the forefront of my mind
I go back to it often
For in it I can find

The woman I have dreamed of
It's her, I have no doubt
She fills my empty coffers
Her dividends pay out

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