Gloated Poems

The Grace

Fall seven times, rise eight
Shake off the dust, shed the weight 
Soldier on with increased stride and pace
Unwavering and wearing a brave face
For the man who believes lives
And God who forgives gives

All have sinned and fallen short 
No man’s will is a formidable fort
His building and watching are in vain 
His own ways and means must be slain
And too his appetite for transgression
If God’s Will must find expression 

The old must waste and face ban
For the full making of a new man 
The Spirit of God puts up insistence 
Overpowering the flesh’s resistance 
And since so little of self was involved 
No flesh claims to have had this resolved 

Praise be to God for His Grace
Being our edge of Truth in life’s race
For the picture would be grim and dim
Had it not been for Him
And so where we gloated and rumbled 
We now stand redeemed and humbled 

Not by might, not by power
Nor by the apt knowledge of the hour
Did we find ourselves favored
Or claim to have so laboured
We were carried on eagle’s wings 
We who are now made priests and kings 

K. Muitherero

Tornado Jim Competes with his Sister

Tornado Jim was an unruly evil F-5.
He barely left anyone alive.
Threw cattle and tractors into the air.
Crushed combines and backhoes; he did not care.

Gloated that he had destroyed more farms than his sis.
She gave him a mean finger and snarled with a hiss.
Next time she destroyed, she vowed to be worse than him.
She was always in competition with Tornado Jim.

Henry the V111

Henry the V111 was an English king although he got
Married' boys were more his thing' he destroyed the
Tomb of st thomas abecket, ordering grind those bones
And just go wreck it ' with  tomb duly desecrated the
The fat king gloated.' I know this was very savage.' By
The divine?? yet bloated ( all was well in his own mind) His objectives
Were accomplished and all was fine.' He killed some
Wives and others survived.' And some other people he had boiled
Alive..All in all a true historical tale.' Best not dwelt upon too
Often.?  Its so beyond the pale.'

Heading North

She’d been raped before

Just never by proxy

The birds flew south

As the Greyhound bus headed north

She would get it right this time

Rip his heart out

He would have watched her getting raped

Gloated and approved

That was his way

He should have killed her

He really should have killed her

It was three in the morning

When Mr proxy arrived home

To a gun pointing to his head

It was just business

Five hundred dollar deal

She was just a five hundred dollar lay

He’d had better, but what the hell

They both laughed

As she emptied five bullets into his business department 

Fitting epitaph, she thought

It was two days later when she caught up with him

Took your time 

I was getting bored watching the video

He really didn’t satisfy you, did he

Get undressed, and I’ll show you how a real man does it

You won’t be satisfying anyone ever again

You’re hurt, I can see that, but did you really need to kill the guy for doing his civic duty

They both laughed

The birds flew south

Some flew down to feast on a heart

The taste was bad and the flock moved on

The Greyhound bus headed north and just kept going.

The Tree

Written: January 29, 2024
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When a hurricane swirled,
and spread its deluge
of dark evil
onto the fresh green land
gloated
western skies reverberated
with joyous tales
trees had fallen!
ace-high trunk is besotted!
hurricane harms tree life
Had the tree fallen?
not in our endless red streams
not while our thorny limbs,
fed the thirsty roots
while roots are still alive
tunneling deep
deep into the land!

When trees rise, branches
flourish green and fresh in the sun
Tree laughing will fade in the light
and birds shall return
Undoubtedly, the birds will return
The birds will return.

Behold the majesty of a tree
a miracle of nature
standing tall and unwavering
in the face of snow, rain,
and all life's challenges
marvel at divine creation 
as trees pray with leafy arms
and wear nests akin to jewels
fools may write poems
the sole divine makes such sights 
so witness the wonder
that is a tree—a testament,
to the enduring power
of nature and the divine.

Of Stoicisms Stoics

A true great honor
     walking upright
no way a fawner
     alert and bright
under the spotlight
     a bestowed pride
relish the limelight
     not cringe or hide
parade avenues
     take in the thrill
happiness renews
     shrimps on the grill
highlights of glory
     those who are brave
enables story
     they're all they gave
but truly noted
     be they known stoics
can they be gloated
     of their heroics
can we ever know
     love like agape
no one that they show
     nor do they say
war wounded they save
     but can be said
they pray by that grave
     The Unknown Dead.

The Lie

My Heart was crushed, the pain was real
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t heal
felt so powerless, belittled and small
my world was dark, he made me fall
the lies he told, could not be undone
I wanted to die, of course he had won
each day a struggle, I felt so blue
each day he gloated, the more I withdrew
I hated the monster, he took my soul
twenty years on, I’m still not whole
but at least I can breathe and hold my head high
for I told the truth and he told the Lie.

Moonlit Tableau

Steel and gold coated 
The full moon shines bright
Beams coolly floated
Gently hits the height
Trees surprise-gloated 
Silhouette the scene

How Many Friends Have You Now

How many Friends Have You Now?

How many friends have you now?
How many write you everyday
Say they are sorry and their nation will pay?
How many have apologised?
How many have realised?
How their relatives have taken part?
Shot your countryman in the heart?
Raped your women and tortured your men?
How many are distressed?
How many digress and never mention
The killing brought by their country’s intervention?
Called you a bandelaro to your face
Said that they want to extinguish your race?
How many have visited with flowers?
Cried with you for hours?
How many begged your forgiveness?
Showed their true friendship, through their stress?
How many have knocked your door?
None, as I can see
None smatree              (Russian for see)
None held your hand
Begged they didn’t understand
Many apologised and relished victory in their eyes
Saw an easy win, 
gloated through the Crimea sin.
Friends have borders too
These are no friends of you.

David Cox 11/06/23

Mr Kasowskis Warning

He sucked the thin tube inward
pulling the smoke into his lungs
until the tip glowed fiercely.
Hot lemon tea,
lean body, coiled
on an abdominal spring.

He spoke:
“A Gestapo Officer
was searching – hunting.
He found us backed against a wall
in a small attic.

The pig had papers, orders -
he kicked the door down
thinking that he alone would catch us.
The arrogant butcher gloated for a moment
until we shattered his head with a brick.

It was over in moments.
Some dug his eyes from their sockets,
the women went for his manhood,
he died in lumps and pieces.”

A long pause, as Mr. Kasowski
took another slow pull,
and a sip of lemon tea.

“Be a good boy Johnny.
and pray to gentle Jesus”, he said,
“but when they come for you,
be a wolf.”

The Unassuming Old Lady

The Unassuming Old Lady
She had them all fooled.
The detectives looked in sixteen directions.
Not one gave her a second glance.
One ten minute interview, and she was out the door.
She silently gloated that she had gotten away so quickly.
They did not even bother to ask her the right questions.

Because she is unassuming.
Because she is petite and older.
Because she is a grandmother.
Because she is a woman with a husband who is a judge.
Because she is a philanthropist.
Because she is a friend of the mayor.
She had gotten away with murder.


again….

Mr Kasowskis Warning

He sucked the thin tube inward
pulling the smoke into his lungs
until the tip glowed fiercely.
Warm lemon tea,
lean body
coiling
on an abdominal spring.

“A Gestapo Officer
was searching – hunting.
He found us backed against a wall
in a small attic room.

He had papers and orders.
Arrogant in his power
he broke down the door.
He thought he alone could catch us.

He gloated only for a moment,
until fear shattered his face.

We tore him apart with our bare hands.
It was over in moments.
Some tore and bit at his neck,
some dug his eyes from their sockets.
The women went for his manhood.

I will never forget the surprise on his face
as he died in lumps and pieces.”

A long pause, as Mr. Jaworski
took another slow pull,
and another sip of lemon tea.

“Be a good boy Johnny.
and pray to gentle Jesus”, he said,
“but when they come for you,
be a wolf.”

The Deserted Road

Gloated with its existence, Lie mocked Truth one day;
Folks yearn me more, despite your heavy weigh.

You are stark naked and I am well dressed;
I have the power to tarnish whatever facts stated.

Spreading faster than you, is my identity;
You are the deserted road, where no one found serenity.

Truth smiled and uttered, I am easy to remember;
I may hurt for a while, You blemish forever.

However petty you are, but lie remains a lie;
Truth always prevails, no matter how hard you try.

Heartsong

Heartsong. 


Where the physical meets philosophy
In Arcady rare love joined you to me
Fated bowstring of a song has severed

Seeking Lethe, Did thou seer seek to sere?
Shreds of sinews hearts damned ruptured weir.
Where the physical meets philosophy.

Paths of lovers, will-to-power or fated,
Bloated hearts, gloated, fetid then faded,
Fated bowstring of a song hath severed,

Tears in streams, rivulets of dreams, regrets
Sans Nepenthe to slake sorrow, to forget
Where the physical meets philosophy

Wake on surreal shores jaded jealous lovers
Sinews snapped, Mortal hearts cannot whether
Life like the dream hearts bereft forever
Fated bowstring— Our heartsong hath severed.

Shadows I Cling

Newly built scenes
Rise in my eye
Erected lovers playhouse
Mine spirit floated
As day call came night
Bodies work ne’er done
The splendor of your dreadful hours
Yet you sing your joy soft and right
Ye have no more other desperate plight
Putting up your flag and tower
Now we two face solitude alone
Every bit of your smile a sight
On your loveliness I gloated
Cheeks like a little mouse
Breath from your mouth just sighs
I stand so close to you, shadows I cling.

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