ALGAE TRUMP DID FIGHT
GOING TO BEAT ME, YEAH RIGHT
TRUMP ALGAE DID SMITE
“When creativeness steals my mind~
from all else, I'm trapped and blind.”
__by Poet
Another poem I must write
so little time to get it right.
A brand new contest beckons me-
awakens my poetic sight.
Must set aside the chores I see
to meet the call of what's to be.
For when I'm captured, I must do
whatever helps to set me free.
From mind to heart, words will accrue
creative visions that are true;
address the theme with the rules sought
to write a poem, fresh and new.
And so begins this battle fought
for in this web, my being's caught
to end the challenge with deep sighs-
till captured once again in thought.
They Fought for Their Country They Fought to Make
It Free
But Where Did They End up Not the Place They Expected To Be
They Fought for Their Country with All Their Strength And Might
But Where Did They End up Homeless and Living
On the Streets at Night
They Fought for Their Country for a Better Future
And Life
But Where Did They End up Leaving Behind
Their Families or Wife
They Fought for Their Country Cause Everyone
Relied on Them
But Where Did They End up Losing Not Only Their
Life but Their Best Friends
They Fought for Their Country Right up until the Bitter End
But Where Did They End up Those They Relied on Turned Their Backs on Them
They Fought for Their Country So No More Can I Say
Except Better Respect and Understanding to All the Horror They Endured Each Day
Peaceful battles fought
With no enemy aside,
Friends you trust never.
Wartime of peace
Moments of joyous sorrow:
Jolt of the mire.
A race for life,
A ring with no boxers,
Bout of no sense.
Wartime of peace
Is a seasonal murder:-
No foes in sight.
She was his devoted and loving wife and then came those pitiful, anguished nights..
She counted the cries, the bruising and prayed for an end to his confusion.
His night frights that she was observing had become quite unnerving..
In their bed he lay restless, squirming, what he saw was deeply disturbing..
Pillows punched and flattened held the key to the terrors that she couldn't see.
Most days he was distant, robotic. Was he now becoming psychotic?
She held him with a heart so tender. The war had ended but those memories wouldn't surrender.
It's trauma lived on and it bore thru his flesh. He now fought the battle of post traumatic stress.
LASTING PEACE
When we face the fiery trials of life,
We wonder when shall be the end of strife.
In God's army we have daily fought,
Yet in our hearts for lasting peace we've sought.
We long so much for what God has promised us,
And hope that we are quickly learning trust
In our God who made and bought our soul.
We wonder some if we are letting Him control.
And yet we find bright spots here below
That reveal He will never let us go.
For His love always remains the same,
Thus His victory we can safely claim.
It won't be long before He rescues us
From this world so full stain and rust.
And takes us to a place so fresh and true,
Where we can start a peaceful life anew.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Am doing what I should and ought;
Temptation off fought and fought;
Which is what I must always do;
Trouble was through and through.
In changing times remember me,
While God does set my soul free;
Though have been dying inside,
May have many things to hide.
My precious memories still persist;
Will add many more to my long list;
Was comprised of anguish and fear;
While wishing they did disappear.
Things often may be right or wrong,
Or could be simple same old song;
Do want to encourage and excite;
Wrote another poem want to invite.
Denying us a reply
Does many faults imply:
That you do wrong routes ply
And don’t knowledge supply…
Is it about bundles
He lazily trundles:
Appointments he had missed
But remorselessly hissed?
Was it that he had fought
And more Bloodletting sought
Or the way he chuckles
While watching Who Suckles?
Starve me you do response
And self in chair ensconce;
On words playing for puns…
Like Gone Simon Templar
You could things make simpler:
Why did you, at last, part
With Albert Bonaparte?
Zeus fought the elves and the gargoyles for Stonehenge picnicking rights
Stonehenge laughed at this, thinking Zeus was insane
And of course he might have been but who in their right mind
will tell that to a god?
Even if it is a little god
not the big one.
Maybe it's my fought
That I trusted wind so much
Only to blow away my grains
Maybe it's my fought
That I trusted rain so much
Only to rotten my crops
Maybe it's my fought
Watered withered plant
Thinking they would blossom
Maybe it's my fought
That I fought with destiny
But fate was no merciful
I've fought against my deepest fears
and burned from silent dusk to dawn
my deepest fears did render me blind
how could I not call on The Divine?
I've fought against my deepest fears
and found great strength in humility
I glued my eyes to scenes past and present
that paved the way for me to repent.
I've fought against my deepest fears
and toiled until the job was done
it brought me to my knees one day
a beam of light was heading my way.
I've fought against my deepest fears
and passed a course on selfishness
it spoke as quietly as my recovery
it showed me I was powerless, being stuck on me.
we had found a fool
was willing to fight a duel
learn how went to school
many classes took
he would read book after book
beside babbling brook
if ever in doubt
unsure what it was about
had taken wrong route
when we heard some say
he will always go astray
he did die one day
is no longer here
after he would disappear
wife shed one more tear
was only one son
many bad things he had done
famous with a gun
we toiled and tarried
away body was carried
in grave had been buried
You're only going away for a little while,
Sadness has already settled in my soul.
I'll wait for you for as long as I can,
This is the logic of simple things.
If it means a lot to you,
I will write to you every day.
And I wish you good luck,
Wipe the shadow from your face.
I really want you to stay,
But don't change your plans .
You fought your opponents well,
And I love you, keeping faith.
Tell me about tenderness,
So I can let you go
What's next, don't know in advance,
And I can only be sad.
You come back to me early,
I'll be waiting for you this weekend.
I wish there was something further,
For example, love, like everyone else.
I'll wait a bit and you'll come back,
And I confess my love to you.
You're very passionate about me,
And I will submit to our common fate.
With double edged dagger I lunge and I stab, your total and focused attention to grab,
When the means to the ending's your only reward, and the knowledge the pen's mightier than the sword,
As I look on the carnage I left in my wake, and I pray that this battle don't cause me to break,
And I pray to the Lord and I truly Implore, that this fight be my last I can't fight anymore,
So I asked for the wisdom God grants to some men, to teach me and now how war's won with the pen,
Then a wiseman came to me explained so I knew, that yes swords they win war's but much blood is spilled too,
Is it not with a sword you can take a kings crown, when the enemies rise up does not sword take them down?
The most learned of scholars from the dawn of the age, was the one who fought battle with just pen on the page,
The one with diplomacy, humility and tact, that brought the war's ending, precise and exact,
The wisest of warrior's to this day remains stood, whilst the broken and fallen who hungered for blood,
But they came with their weapons and war they did wage, but the warrior who triumphed fought battle on page.
We fought them in the trenches, low
We fought them in the sky
To them, we came from the unknown
Disguised by rising tides.
We fought them in the sky,
Ripped from this world in mid-air
Disguised by rising tides
As ashes fell from here to there.
Ripped from this world in mid-air,
this world has known no such hell
as ashes fell from here to there;
as tears began to swell.
This world has known no such hell.
To them, we came from the unknown.
As tears began to swell,
we fought them in the trenches, low.
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