We Live In The Future
By David N. Donihue
You want me more drunk than I’m willing
More bothered than is me
Throwing punches at preachers
post-Xanax spree
Yet we live in the future
Where peasants turn king
The voices of zeros
Heard by millions with ease
We live in the future
No one watches tv
Our outer reflects our inners
So all poets now rock bling
You might catch us all broken
Yet we are not what you see
Unlike the well-spoken villains
Who once ruled the blue-lined sheets
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
Our spirits colliding
into dreams we’ve never seen
We dance in the wake of depression forgotten
Shun brokers of shame
Blockades to our peace
Our words are still valid,
Even when joyous and sweet
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
So please rest assured
All poets now rock bling
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© copyright David Donihue 2023
Christians have a living
Hope, and they’ll always
Restore hearts,
Inviting
Sinners and saints,
Taking time to listen, to
Inspire, to share
Amazing love, His grace
Never giving up the faith
Christ
Having
Realised
Incarnation
Shared
Total
Mortality
And
Sovereignty
Season
Triggers
Abundant
Rejoicing
Saviour
Has
Indeed
Now
Embraced
Sinners
Birth
Reminds
Immanuel's
Gracious
Heart
This
Lovely
Yuletide
5th December 2022
For Bobby May's "Christmas" contest
Christmas time oh, fah lah, fah lah.
Everyone loves it lah dee dah, lah dee dah.
Except those who are planning suicide today.
It’s more prevalent than you think in December so gay.
Sure, some people think it’s all Jesus Santa and stuff.
They are the ones who have not been planning their demise in a huff.
Can you reach these do-inners, talk them out of their dour sad ways?
I doubt it quite nicely, but let’s forget about them on these wintery days.
Let’s happy up Santa, and put Lord Jesus way high up on the shelf.
Scoot him next to the reindeer and the not-so-hidden stupid grinning elf.
Let’s forget about the sadness, the badness, the mean and the grim.
We have a glitzy Christmas tree to decorate with holiday trim.
As the morning dew falls on the tree's leaves and the earth
As the bone in the skies call outs cry through
Rain washes away inners clouds dirt
Promises of spring and those joys that it brings
A newborn child the silence
Encasing a noise that's so loud praises bring
Lord my all God I belong to you
Lord O God I belong to you
For Fellowship
Kinmenship
For devotion
I am chosen
To be just yours
... the reality you see
is that I am for the Lord my God
I belong to you
5/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
I am in my recliner grasp book in hand-
I live to read my eyes jauntily bound blinks opens shuts.
My thought are on verse.
But what comes first.
A yawn from my inners to my throat.
Witnessing now attempts to yawn, sleep in chair look, I drop my book...
8/18/19
Life Poetry Contest
Imagism poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Ironic Zink
W-inners
A-re
N-icely
D-efeating
A-dverse
S-truggles
I-n
M-arvelous
B-ravery
A-bating
J-inx
O-f
N-egativity
Topic: Birthday of Wanda Simbajon (July 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Curves
Slow, cradled walk towards the goad,
Skin pink naked to the crowded few,
Light beckons the inner property pack,
Until the red is aphoristically bright said.
One body, one noon to habituate around,
One lapidary to bleed for tight inners,
One clavicle osmosis to two muscles,
Two refutals needed for the fame slat.
If society had a heart it would tick,
Anything for all people this or that,
Inside the other it would say alloyed,
Legal means not legal forgot to writ.
Rhoda Monihan
J-ust open your eyes
U-ntil you see the matter;
L-et them read the event
I-n third day November.
U-nderneath the blue sky, look at the world's plight;
S-inners say to themselves they hide in the midnight.
R-emember that the Lord
A-lmighty watches clearly;
M-ake your mind know it,
O-pen your eyes and
S-ee.
Trance like stare, as empty irises glare into the voiD.
The image of death sleeks past with gloating stealth
stealing happiness as it drip feeds from the inners of a rotting corpse.
Will has lost its way and not a sign of Hope in hell!
This place that can only be described as existence
and hidden from those with rose coloured glasses.
In the corner dark and glum,
Extant off-casts lie plonked there,
To fill in the space
Knick-knacks, old wedding presents,
ornaments and filler-inners
Round and globular, bits and pieces,
Hide the harsh mangles and tangles
When walls at right angles collide
Vases on pedestals, lamps on tables with draws,
Triangular book shelve
Tiny, tall thin cupboards
All lurking and softening the dead, dank naughty corners
With curvaceous adornments and left-over stuff.
If rooms were round there would be no corners to fill
But, would you miss your corners
Like graves with headstones miss their mourners?
To have a better understanding,
Peoples in my view; mind; and heart
Are in three categories: faithfuls my beloved,
Atheists whom I do not hate, they express their inners;
Last category are hypocrites: the damn humanlike lizards and chameleons.
Clipped are my wings
Gouged and feasted upon by inners sins
Once pure now diluted
once diluted now corrupted
Lostwrapped in the chaos of my hardened blood.
Heartbreak hits inside
Thinking of all those moons
You and I shared with each other then
We were flowing on the
Crest, of a tidal wave a
Momentum, surging through our lives
Never saw the raging sea
Swelling up to swallow me
Seeing nothing here it comes again
What is wrong I ask of thee
As my inners tumble inside out
The chaos and we’re enemies
You asked me questions to begin, passing flatteries
That mesmerized and settled in my skin
We traversed every taboo
Flaunting everything that I thought I knew
For thrills and fantasies
Out of nowhere raging seas
Overwhelming you and me
Destroying everything we built again
I regret those things you see
Turning back the clock impossible
And chaos I’m the enemy
Heartbreak and my pride
All that’s left inside me
Wasted, moon-dust, and the flowing tide
Do I dare
You enter my life like an angel from above
Do I dare to show these feelings of love.
I have nothing to offer but only me
I want nothing in return but love and honesty.
A worldly person such as this
May need more than just my kiss.
Do I dare to ponder I may have a chance
Tis you my dear I long to romance.
Am I fooling myself with clouded eyes
To believe you would want only I.
Do I dare to think you can be mine
Can you love one person for all time.
Will you do with me as all the rest
Will you take advantage of my best.
Do I dare to once again trust
Or will others gain your lust.
To you a promise of being faithful and true
No cause by me will ever make you blue.
Can such a promise keep you by my side
Or will your search remain worldwide.
Do I dare let down my guard again
Should I open my arms and let you in.
My mind is twirling
My heart is whirling.
My inners feelings I cannot speak
For I am frightened and very meek.
How can I know you truly care
Do I dare...Do I dare....Do I dare...
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