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He pipes out in pride and boasts of his creed
crushing the spirit of those who believe
he thinks he is right he has planted no seed
except that of money and power, perceived
The stars and the moon are trinkets of science
no angels of cure no God to procure
he lifts up his chin and puffs in defiance
honey there's nothing out there, but manure;
The sun and the wind the rain and the trees
nothing out there can foretell,... its so lame
abhorring the faithful that fall on their knees,
he's a rift in God's nature, Oh ! what a shame
That he can't see the beauty of "Faithing in Christ"
and he can't feel the power, of Faith, thinly sliced.
November 29, 2018
I walk this earth, unbeknown to human kind
an heir to Legends, men of mighty deeds
who through the force of fire and stars we find
those such as I the offspring of their seeds.
Hercules, his power and strength unmatched
was challenged by the Gods, challenged in vain,
the Hydra by his own hand was dispatched
and Nemean Lion, too, met fate the same.
Achilles, near invincible I'll admit
(and yes I know he sometimes dressed like ladies)
sent countless warriors into the pit
ne'er to return, unseen the realm of Hades.
Fin MacCoul took on Aillen, Tuatha De Danann,
when each year on Tara the creature rounded,
but finally fell by the spear of man
and sleeps until Dord Fiann thrice is sounded.
With Hammer, Iron glove, from Nordic stock
the mighty Thor showed Jotnar who was boss,
until his end foretold at Ragnarok,
a testament in stone on Thorwalds cross.
From such as these who stories shall not end,
these champions and Gods, what e're their names,
I also by my deeds now do descend
to stand among their ranks and stake my claim.
For I, too, am Hero.
I change a three pin plug without a thought
without referring to a diagram,
assembling flat pack furniture is nought,
no need have I of cryptic two page plans.
Foregoing sleep, no need for sustenance
household spiders with glass I stalk and snare
then fearlessly propel them over fence
to neighbour's garden where they languish there.
The lids of pickle jars cannot withstand
onslaught from twisting sinews in my wrist,
abhorring a vacuum, by my command
they pop, admit defeat, cannot resist.
The elements and I stand face to face
as windows I squeegee atop a ladder,
my maiden below holds me firm in place
yet fearful lest I should relieve my bladder.
My Lady is thus pleased I wield such powers,
I take her approbation with a nod,
happy she won't now nag me for an hour
for by these feats, for once-
I am a God.
12/5/20
Forewarning
It's only morning
But my day starts off far from boring
Usually up by 6 AM, not snoring
Weather getting colder or warming
Clouds in the sky forming
Soon to be storming
Thundering, and pouring
Nearby rapids that continue roaring
Birds in the sky soaring
Above houses with wooden or tile flooring
She acted like she was adoring
Then quickly was ignoring
Meanwhile I kept exploring
And scoring
Originating from the sourcing
As folks were still warring
It's rather abhorring
Did not get it done or was performing
My energy depleting and restoring
As time continues coursing
I found this life rather rewarding
Folks starving or gorging
Staying silent or reporting
Didn't always go according
To plan, but my own path I was always forging
The temperature scorching
People torching
Over one more thing
It's petty and useless, like hoarding
Did or did not get it in a recording
Was either false or accurate reporting
Against it or supporting
Today’s a day that’s supposedly filled with political rhapsody/
Yet I sit down and write these words in full spiritual apathy/
I rather be electing a leader whose ideas can capture me/
Chattel ghosts are after me so I can’t afford to be an absentee/
That’s the way it has to be. Many died for my right to choose/
Even if I don’t like the dudes, I must vote, despite the mood/
Despite my feelings that elections do little to bring changes/
Choosing sadists with king wages as their armies sing praises/
Imitation sages. Thinking their group rhetoric is visionary/
Ideas as basic as having sex in positions missionary/
Political dysentery. This system has always been infected/
Vote’s been subjective since the first slave owner’s been elected/
I’ve been neglected and I don’t have the dough to get noticed/
One of the faceless voters. A pawn used in racist quotas/
I face disorder but I’m weighed down by a chaotic tapestry/
Guilty of blasphemy as I elect the next masonic majesty/
The honest travesty is the reality that we’re all expendable/
The poor’s reprehensible as the rich’s laws are extensible/
Democrats more sensible? They all come blunt? I doubt it/
Republicans don’t like me. At least they’re up front about it/
Our wisdom’s clouded. We can’t see their both on the same team/
With the same dream/
Get as much as they can then wipe the slate clean/
This bipartisan system doesn’t allow new voices to surface/
The powers that be, when faced with new choices, get nervous/
They’re hired to serve us, but we transformed them into royalty/
Despite what we feel morally, parties demand total loyalty/
Pay raises quarterly as their conduct grows more disorderly/
Abhorring me and the very few civil laws supporting me/
I don’t mean to be apathetic about the electoral process/
Keeping tabs on the government is an acceptable obsess/
A myth like Lochness? Is Democracy just a pipe dream?/
I must vote to find out. No matter how pointless it might seem...
Form:
The wings blemish on the laminate panel.
The zany suit shudders at dainty muscle.
Sparkling splashes on abhorring emerge.
Brainless spirits shine over despot spurge.
Ill-mannered standards have been strengthened.
Wood chips were deployed to line neurally connected.
Despite laying the fault, she sparkles brilliantly.
Spitefulness, which to boot inclines daintily.
Extreme squalls will expect to be accused.
Humankind real pith has been frustrated.
Scorn and zeal linger at the core of tyranny.
Their pride makes the thin children hungry.
Tyrants grin as they savor their liquor.
Parroting raw decrees to the unhearing slicker.
Written: November 16, 2021
Introducing: Casarah Nance & Poet Destroyer
Scars of empty promises are darkened by your kiss.
Torturous touches are meant to soothe my pain.
It is without gain, without pleasure, beyond measure,
You are the puppet master, strung on dark days, a haze.
Specter of solitude, you confine me with your magnitude,
What purpose do I serve, is slavery what I deserve?
Tell me your intention, sate me with your perfection.
Shed a light into this soul starved sanctuary,
Come, whisper your words in my ear, complete me…
A sweet surrender to your call, a will of solitude
I lead the way, cutting strings attached to the light
Touching every breathing strand stressing yesterday
Giving you room to fall into my designated despair,
Adding, to your creeping gloom, I give and lend pouring pain,
the kind of pain, that begs for blades
Abhorring the taste of life, your flesh empowers my darkness
My intentions are nothing more, than a shadow bearing strength,
Smiling at your tears, caressing your lips,
Taking from the closure your soul seeks tonight
Blind! You will become to the misery, in this barren place
The pain of rigor mortise will blend against your pale skin
A slave without shackles,
I concur with pleasure to feed the hunger, you give
Forever, I am DARKNESS
~A Poet Destroyer collaboration~
The Need To Amend Immoral Choices
under the soles of everyone's feet
silently surviving
thriving living forms amidst darkness
viewed as irrelevant
by glorified human cerebellum's ambitions
so apparently abhorring
frigid to the gentler and wisest enlightened
essences below ground cognizant
why bother with others' needs not part of
man's lust unrelenting?
conquerors eroding all pristine abodes
of the Earth's abused beings
eager to wear crowns over rotting skulls
perverted in many ways unending
hoarder of stolen blood-stained jewels
the final nails to their aging bloated coffins
goal to metamorphose as kind creatures
a daunting task achievable
the malleability of human perception seem
obvious given the right path taken
we are invisible in the realm of the cosmos
accepting wrongs restore and console
in desperate times, love bestows a solution
a ray of hope guiding souls to a safer haven
Penned: 04/25/2022
Lake Worth
Florida USA
My form of sonnet modified(Holy Spirit).
Now it entails; An Acrostic form with the rhyme scheme aabbcdeeffcdgg. Enjoy!
'HE TWO CHERUBIMS
'Hewn out of mystery,
Endowed with scary physiognomy.
Tensed with eyes and flappy wings
Winning heart-dexterity-often stings.
Owning the shield of Alpha's eyes
Carressing the depth of omega's might.
Heralding six wings and four qualities.
Eloping from eagle's to veil's obscurities.
Ruling of high handedness of his train.
Under the wave of the creator's reign.
Moistured with veils in which they flies.
Inwardly a darkness,abhorring the creator's sight.
Messangers of peace-that did honour raise.
Seraphims' Juniors-lifter of his praise.
17:28:08:11:20
Today many have grown cold
about the seriousness of sin,
they shouldn't be justified
by their superficiality
towards righteousness and morality;
have they denounced
their faith and condoned
all they do without repugnance
when even themselves
are disgusted by their deeds
of pervasiveness?
Why can't sin be eliminated
from defiant minds...
smashing it with anger and become
shattered crystals?
Sin is the rod of lawlessness,
not of holiness:
it's an abomination
in God's angry eyes!
ah, Humanity you have brought
upon yourself punishment,
never realizing how disobedience
alienates you from His blessings!
ah, Humanity your water wells
are dry from the drought
of rainless days and excessive sunlight;
even your souls cry out of desperation!
I sincerely repented for my wrongfulness
being ashamed of my lustiness
of the restlessness inside;
I closed the book of salvation,
and greeted damnation
and overtaken by temptation
I rejected the justification.
Too short were the pleasures of the flesh,
too bitter were the tears of remorse;
too severe were the words rebuked by the conscience...
that constantly echoed to admonish
my uncontrollable behavior burning more than a wildfire.
Why do people fail to see the warning signs,
not thinking about the consequences of their actions?
Why can't sin be eliminated from defiant minds?
Can't they admit that sin is a human weakness...
when not enough resistance prevents deviations?
Why can't sin be obliterated from mean hearts
and erased from everyone's memory by repenting?
How many trials must the righteous ones endure?
Holy, God sitting on the throne of righteousness,
allow all sinners to comprehend the gravity
of their wickedness and mend their abhorring ways;
nobody is free from sin until they are cleansed!
Almighty God* I adore
Author of faith, approved by Your atonement
Accept my acknowledgment and admiration of Your anointing.
Awed by and adorned with Your advice
Abiding am I in Your avouching assurance
Apprehended against abominations, arrayed with holiness’ attire.
Away from adversary’s affliction
Alertly, I advance toward Your accommodating arms
Allowed to ascend to approach You, appeased with Your admonition.
Abhorring accusers’ affinities
Attentively, I avoid their artillery
Abstaining to adapt abusive attitudes, actually awful.
Awakened from arrogance
Apprehended along my adversities’ anguish
Available am I to advertise heavenly affairs for hell-acquittal’s advantage.
Attended to by Your amazing abundance
Appointed am I as ambassador of adoption with access to Your altar
Always assisted amiably to accomplish assignment around Alleluia-adventure.
*Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.”
January 23, 2019
2nd place, "Alliteration - Old or New" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 9/2/2022.