This Father’s day I’m grateful for remembering a truth that’s ironclad…
How any man can father a child…
but it takes time, energy love and patience
for that man to become a Dad.
Categories:
ironclad, dad,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes I’m guilty of making a bad decision,
when thinking no farther ahead than that day.
Something in my day perhaps clouds my vision,
or before my decision i didn’t take time to pray.
For each life decision there’s a consequence I’ll pay,
and this payment may be either beneficial or bad.
I won’t let negativity make it’s base in my day,
prayer doesn’t make decisions all appear ironclad.
Categories:
ironclad, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
By Imran Ahmed
Two Men Stood At Fate’s Gate One Loved Her More Than Stars One Loved Her More Than Light Both Were Ironclad In Devotion,
She Loved Neither Only Her Reflection Her Scent A Spellbinding Elixir Her Voice Honey Laced With Fire Her Presence A Throne She Refused To Share,
One Was A Ghost In Daylight His Love Deeper Than Oceans His Heart A Candle In The Storm Burning Waiting Never Fading,
The Other Was A Master Of The Game Tearing Veils Like Old Paper Turning Love Into A Contract Offering Wings But Holding The Leash,
She Chose The Gilded Road Not Knowing The Thorns Beneath,
One Man Became A Forgotten Verse The Other A Victor Without A Prize,
Who Won A Question Lost In Smoke Love Was The Currency But In The End No One Cashed In.
Categories:
ironclad, love,
Form: Free verse
My Life On Display
“Miracle Man”
January 1st 2025
On December 29th I took the “Widow Maker’s” best,
then three days later, survived Sudden Cardiac Arrest.
It was New Year’s Day on Two thousand seventeen,
only three unconscious days had passed in between.
Doctors conveyed to my wife that I had little chance,
this prognosis wasn’t hasty, or made by first glance.
From a drip frame, sixteen bags of fluids were dripping,
that it was in God’s hands, my life quickly slipping.
Doctors said too many things at once had gone bad,
and nothing they could do was considered ironclad.
But the next seven days saw the bags lessen to one,
and everyone became excited at what God had done.
I was called the protected one and then “Miracle Man,”
Now eight years later I celebrate God’s game plan.
God had a purpose, for changing life’s course that day,
His display of power has put my life on display.
Thank You Jesus!
Categories:
ironclad, god, health, jesus, life,
Form: Lyric
Such a fate we all share, yes, every single one.
Set in stone and sealed, awaiting Kingdom Come.
However you may enter, each differential circumstance, the difference made is none.
Hands of a ticking clock strike the hour, declaring that time Living here will have reached its end, and our final day be done.
Resting besides those unfortunate less fortunate souls.
Riches remain within rich pockets of inheriting soles, unlike others whose feet are bare and are cold, stand firm on the earth you now lay beneath.
Families of both either benefit or wealth, share eyes the colour red as they heavily weep, the same sadness and the same feelings of heart-aching grief.
Blood bled and bleeding red, layering cuts skin deep, choosing one's self-choices, and ranking bestowed upon by society, mean nothing once we sleep.
To Kingdom Come, shall our destination be ironclad, placing our final sitting seat.
Opposite living and separated by morality.
Yet each for a loved one is waiting to reunite with, and again cross paths they will meet.
Categories:
ironclad, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Three US peace proposals for Gaza
Bibi Netanyahu accepted every one
Sinwar of Hamas turned them all down
Then Hamas murders six hostages, gangland-style
And Biden-Harris puts Netanyahu on trial!
Where is the pressure on Sinwar and Hamas ~
Or is America’s ‘ironclad support’ for Israel just verbal gas
Categories:
ironclad, america, horror, international, jewish,
Form: Rhyme
Hard to stand up for what’s right
when POTUS gives up on the fight
Right away he abandoned Afghanistan
forsaking our own soldiers to the Taliban
For two years he’s supplied arms to Ukraine
but never sent what would recapture terrain
And now he’s all-in for a Gazan permanent cease-fire
fueling Hamas’ ‘thousands of October 7 massacres’ desire ...
Just part of POTUS ‘ironclad Israel support’ ~ the bald-faced liar
Categories:
ironclad, courage, integrity, international, leadership,
Form: Couplet
The day before a storm
belies calm and quiet,
wispy clouds bounce in skies
bright with boundless blueness,
Southern summer surprise.
The day before a storm
promotes a sweet fragrance
blown by light, gentle gusts,
softly scampering through
with breathy upward thrusts.
The day before a storm
imprints the Southern sky,
a taunting, teasing wind
caresses blank canvas
and moves colors to blend.
The day before a storm
rattles ironclad glaives
of battling stratus clouds,
a lull looms in the air
warning of what it shrouds.
Categories:
ironclad, environment, nature, sky, storm,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
of this genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
velvet moon worlds sidereal captured,
crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,
icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,
deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,
who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,
river stream babble, blind alley gust,
eavesdrop on historic past teaser,
litter swept aural gossip whoosh,
eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,
darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,
yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,
each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,
for inert sleepy after hour dozers,
who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep
Categories:
ironclad, character, city, dark, deep,
Form: Free verse
As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore.
Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity.
What torture is this to be married to an addiction with an ironclad prenup that serves to destroy my soul.
My inhibition brought to light by a chemical demon who refuses to be denied.
Categories:
ironclad, addiction,
Form: Free verse
There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams
From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips
its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment
life turned into a bevy of sunken ships
with the dried up bones below a sadden statement.
With solid granite illuminating moon 's glow
ironclad hills buried secrets sadder mysteries
impropriety ran in and melted wicked snow
starving for more people ate from empty granaries.
The wicked angels flew about on leaden wings
watching for the innocence of the golden truth
dawn's light erupted brought the small songbirds that sing
for hot romance and the vanities of our youth.
There in morning sun, hope circled enticing dreams.
Father time gave its fruit to fill the icy streams.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
Feb 25th, 1971
Categories:
ironclad, art, dark, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Sonnet
Though within me
I feel red motions,
Burning up Earth's mountains
and plains,
Far away from Earth's green-blue ocean,
Still this red blood heart can sing:
We are sailing,
All EarthTribes now,
never health harbor
or safe port have we known.
Our Anthropocene
surfs the ocean we travel regathering
red ironclad Earth
blues our green
boat
home.
Categories:
ironclad, blue, boat, earth day,
Form: Lyric
I remember standing proud in the shadows
Observing those who were belittling me,
Their insults sometimes piercing like arrows
Wondering how different our futures would be
They were the jocks, I, the consummate geek.
Oh, how I wanted to be one of those fellow
Football-players strong, they saw me as weak
They were ironclad, and I like a marshmallow.
When academic standings were announced,
My name always found its place near the top
After school I could count on getting pounced,
I thought the intimidating would never stop.
When I returned for our twentieth-class reunion,
My classmates took note of my achievements
With my tormentors there was no communion,
No one celebrated their calamitous life events.
I felt so disappointed life was passing them by,
For they had every opportunity for success
I wondered if somehow strength did not apply,
But, in the long run, they seemed not in distress.
It is true that it takes all kinds to make a world,
There is room for both the jocks and the geeks
Think, we are all in the cauldron of life swirled
And none of us deserve being treated like freaks.
written February 27, 2022
Categories:
ironclad, anti bullying, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Her ironclad pride protects her glass heart.
She lights up every world but her own.
She fights her mind, body, and soul alone.
Biting her tongue is her usual art.
She has become a slave to her grave past.
Faded echos shout at her every day.
Failure is what they call her sobriquet.
They taunt her by claiming she won't last.
Her dusted memories now are dingy flames.
They slowly rot her away to the core.
Setting her old self to muddy vapor.
Using her feeble remains in their games.
~
8/13/2020
Contest: Be Inspired
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
ironclad, dark, deep, depression, loneliness,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
May I ask you something, mother;
why don't I have a brother or sister?
Mother, did I make you sad?
Your eyes are tearfully ironclad,
refusing to see my curious face
like black polyester covering lace.
“I can't have children anymore,” you say,
but mother, when did you make lying child's play?
Dad said something similar, too,
just diverted answers that weren't true;
will your replies ever change
as I grow up, quiet and strange?
Dad, are you going to say it now,
while I’m blaring my music banshee-loud
like hardened, rusty loneliness
crying out to thunder clouds?
“If so, then tell me why,”
I wish as you heave a laden sigh.
“You were supposed to have two older siblings,
but they never,” you utter,
agonized like scorched kindling burned by grief.
Your unspoken words, heard church bell clear:
You meant a miscarriage, right?
Categories:
ironclad, angst, child, parents, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
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