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You hear a scream
And you ascribe it to a cat.
You see the prints
Of tiny feet and larger hooves,
And you discount
The likelihood that they were shoes
Just ordered fresh from Amazon.
You never see a thing by day;
They hold their breath as you walk by
Or simply hide behind a tree.
Those cans of beer
That were discarded near the road,
The ones with matching sets of holes?
You didn’t stop to ask yourself
Why they are there and there are no
Tracks from a car or from a truck
Since it last rained
And washed the silt out in the street.
You give no thought
There might be creatures of the night,
But if you did,
It would explain an awful lot,
Like why you can’t find any of
The tools you swore you had put back,
And why your dog
will growl with all her might
At all those creatures of the night.
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For the Creatures of the Night poetry contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Written on 06/11/2022
Admonitions well-expressed in verses
maxim or adage that truly blesses
your wise counsels are valuable indeed
like Scripture proverbs my soul rehearses.
With your narratives of faith-propped fervour
along vibrant lesson-filled endeavour
your voice reverberating through poetry
shouts experiences with worthy savour.
Echoing your delightful victories
via testimonies and good stories
your lingering poetic legacy
lives on beyond nostalgic memories.
Thankful am I for your virtue-advice
reminding me of David-Psalms’ great price
precious in exalting name of the Lord*
midst communion in prayer-paradise.
*Deuteronomy 32:3 Because I will publish the name of the LORD: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
March 15, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Apr 12)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/12/2021.
Ajosh form of sonnet... Goes with an Acrostic and the rhyme scheme... aabbcdeeffcdgg
Singing through all magnanimity of God
All will say: "The earth is the Lord's"
Land, ridges, human, reptiles,inanimates,
Mercury,venus, Jupiter,and all vast spaces.
The Lord's breath erected them all.
Waving might and withholding sigh prevents them from falling.
Exclusion of none is ascribe to him,
Next to existence,"It's fullness..." exist by him.
Time and space,witches and sorcerers,
Yuletide and Winter,Summer and Spring: He's Maker.
"For he had planted it upon the sea": the all.
Ocean falls and rises without disturbing the earth of eyes hunting.
Universe and her content trembles at his sight.
Rest of all: Giants,beats,peaks,Lions,Boa hides for fright. ?? ?? ??
17:01:09:11:56
You hear the term bandied about,
used to justify everything,
this catch-all phrase, ‘social justice,’
its praises some constantly sing.
It has become their shibboleth,
to oppose it is heresy,
should someone not buy into it
you will hear the chorus of “Reeeee!”
They claim it is the moral path,
agree with it or be cancelled,
but even quick examinations
reveals it as a load of bull.
And worst off their bad ideas
undermine actual justice,
since that is individual,
‘social’ justice can never exist.
Human beings aren’t ‘collectives,’
groups themselves are just abstractions,
you do not answer for others,
or pay for the things that they’ve done.
If you look like a known murderer
you don’t go to jail for their crime,
yet these ‘social’ justice nitwits
use this principal all the time!
They claim that if your skin is pale,
then by nature you must oppress,
even if you have done nothing
that entitle others to redress.
They claim that if your skin is dark,
a victim you always must be,
even if you have suffered no crime
and are going through life nicely.
A moral mind would look at this,
say, “F-ck off, leave those guys alone,”
since neither committed a crime,
there’s nothing to condemn or condone.
But to live and let people live
is not something the left abides,
so they go looking for problems,
some evil that they can ascribe.
They scream sh-t like ‘unconscious bias’
to turn good people into fiends,
it doesn’t matter you’ve done no wrong,
they need to make you feel guilty.
They dig out past wrongdoings done
by people who are long since dead,
then scream that, somehow, it’s your fault,
that those sins belong on your head.
But you are not responsible
for a past when you did not live,
these things are no genetic, no,
you’ve no reason to feel like sh-t.
You’re only a criminal if
a crime is committed by you,
and you’re only a victim if
you’ve suffered from crime, that’s truth.
You cannot just look at some group
and declare they are good or bad,
you judge people one at a time,
to not do so is bloody mad...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
A soiled foul foil, this dirty 'blade'
A truthless slithering renegade
A ruthless spineless conniving man
No of him, I was never a fan.
I saw him through the many years
I turned the T V channels over
I said he is not as he appears.
No I was not taken; I was not had.
I saw through his false charms
I noted the bracelets on his arms
I detested his rose coloured spec's
No I knew. I saw, the trap he set.
I had visions of him seanceing
I saw he spoke with dark spirits
I knew him; as wholly unclean.
No others scoffed he is so good
I said see; his style itself it is a lie
He is dressed as if he is 25.
I pointed ‘its a ploy for the young’
‘No’ others said, ‘but its harmless fun'
I am so sad for his victims of crime
I am glad though they are known
I am hoping for better all the time.
Yes call him evil for it’s the truth
Yes he was such a twisted brute
Yes an abuser; yes he was a fiend.
But to give him a good name
Could it be done?
In the light of what we've seen?
Your answer is in a winsome word
Child nurturer even carer protector
Oh yes you have rightly so heard.
(Paedophile deciphered)
It means all those things.
I ask you is it more fitting to ascribe
This description to a goodly king?
Yet for a lowly slinking brute,
this gutter-scum of men,
to name him so it makes me puke.
He'd place the odd blackball
I'd say
To bar ‘unworthy' men, back in his
Day.
I bet he loved those black tie do's
A charity 'thing' in glistening shoes.
The cash the power the contacts
Grand
He was called a just and upright man.
Yet lucifer led 'sir jim' right then
He was within the grasp of his hand.
©Joe Maverick 17-2-2018
So many leave the fold of traditional religions
Bristling at all their manifold restrictions
Mustn't eat this, shouldn't drink that
Always cover your head with a hat
What they say is little doubt very true
Based on the now-popular point of view
Wherein after this world came into being
All of life's random chance, with no foreseeing
So if we're nothing but tiny specks of sand
If there exists no grandiose master plan
Then all those 'Don'ts' don't mean a hill of beans
Rather, let's eat and drink to satiation, by all means
But if the sweep of sun and moon and planetary stars
If ocean, forest and desert, the cosmos near and far
Begs us ascribe the universe to intelligent design
Then to follow the Designer's rules, is by no means asinine
I’ve often heard you say these days
that your skin is keeping you down,
that others look at it and try
to drive your dreams deep in the ground.
As if ‘The Man’ was right out there,
scheming against skin-tones abhorred,
even though ‘The Man’ was last seen
way back in nineteen sixty-four.
You think this shouting and whingeing
will somehow make a difference,
then you ascribe to racism
what’s explained by pure indifference.
Nobody’s out to keep you down,
and I think it’s time we be fair,
they don’t want to help or hurt you,
the truth is they just don’t care.
They have no time to plan or scheme
when everything is said and told,
they’re busy trying to survive
in a world frightful and cold.
Ninety percent of their own thoughts
are ever-focused on themselves,
it’s the same for every human,
it’s the story that we all tell.
We honestly don’t have the time
to think much on other's lives,
this self-interest is a good thing,
otherwise we’d not survive.
They don’t scheme to oppress you,
their minds don’t even go there,
it’s too much struggle to go plot,
the truth is they just don’t care.
Perhaps you should stop and look at
the content of their own thoughts,
I bet most of it is about yourself,
that is just humanity’s lot.
Does that mean you despise all those
that you happen to pass on the street?
Of course not, it just means that they
play no part in your daily beat.
Do you waste time thinking of how
you can hurt them for their skin?
Or do you just ignore them all
to focus on you and your kin?
If you’re not taking lots of time
to plot how to bring them despair,
then what makes you think that they will?
Like you, they do not really care.
If your mind's craving excuses
for a potential yet unmet,
then trying to blame another,
is an old, time-tested bet.
But smearing people in that way
will just retard your own mind’s growth,
the true problems lay deep within,
that is what the wisest know.
But shouting names is so easy,
and gives a person false-esteem,
you believe you look heroic,
but we see hateful and mean.
Blame lighter folks, or darker ones,
but it won’t get you anywhere,
you’ll only be hurting yourself…
but luckily, we won’t care.
THE STRANGER MAN (3)
But let life live its life and I mine.
I ease myself of all worries
And drift where I may such as liberal
As a wind and unheeding to the obstruction
Where of the fate of the wind lies.
With same velocity on toward the hurdle
And whether it shall scale through or not
It is of no concern to the wind.
In this wise, once I burdened the future.
Of what will be is the mundane-minded query
Always to guard against the future
Is as to the cloud preventing away from sight.
Thus I scrimp and stake all that I earn
As savings for futurity yet behind the cloud
Haba…again and again lost it all in a duel
With forces of circumstance ascribe not to!
Love is an elusive finch that flutters
And made me become both foolish and wise.
The elixirs of love are the very banes,
Anxiety, longing, heartbreak…name me!
So lovesick for love I lost compos mentis.
It is all a delusion I bargain with my heart
I pursue her no more, let her seek for me
If she loves and I shall test her genuineness
With life-span patience while I wander still
Till I return we shall unite yonder the horizon.
The mind alone the power of love can feel
And her essence can tell in absence of her.
Let it be so, I shall not be enamored
While she crave for my presence
My wistful heart is not for her I see
I do without her and keep the beat on
I sold her my heart even in absence
And now she is gone to have a soma.
Farewell dear to blow air to the wind.
Why tug scudding cloud and cling a shadow?
I will let go of all I love and heave the burden
Not on my shoulder but the ease of my heart.
From the piles of corporeal stocks abscond,
I tire of them because they content me not
From years searching for gold and myadestes afield…
But from within the recess of my heart I find
An amber gilded gem concealed in the depth.
I never was good mixer having to know first myself
For men someday shall walk the solitary path
While also to sing the soloist song;
Friends are strangers for they shall depart
And strangers are friends for they shall arrive.
"Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies,
goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person."
Quote _by Constance
I like things in my life in compartments,
good at dividing and separating;
like a store with different departments.
A time to pen poems captivating,
and divide all my emotions inside;
even put to the side things frustrating.
I put my grief in a box that I hide,
my past memories in a chest to keep;
oh yes, I like to ascribe and divide.
I go to the cemetery to weep,
for all those I loved now gone up above;
but try to not let them into dreams creep.
There is a time for seeking a truelove,
assign, label, seclude, group, draw apart;
and a time for finding my own self-love.
Each day has a specific time for art,
and a time to pray and to talk with God;
my beliefs are mine and part of my heart.
my friend Buddha helps me 'cause I am flawed,
I survive by having things in their place;
for in my past from deep pits I have clawed,
Each day I live in harmony and grace,
my way may not be yours but it is mine;
happiness is when each thing has a space.
Propelled to accomplish my heart’s desire
through God with His wisdom that does inspire
I thank Him for granting great fulfillment
enabling me to write till I retire.
As church resident poet, by Christ’s grace
called to publish* His wondrous perfect ways
testifying of His love’s opulence
I’m grateful for His truth-anchoring brace.
Yearning constantly for gracious milestone
my steps ascend toward achievement zone
while I trust the Lord, my sovereign Guide
leading me to higher ground where I’ve grown.
In my bucket list of prayer quests zest
there’s one already answered, and I’m blest
since poems are now posted on global site**
edifying fellows midst faith earnest.
With this privilege of stirring God’s gift
striving to offer others divine lift
my spirit basks in worship’s peaceful bliss
expressing freedom of soul midst praise drift.
*Deuteronomy 32:3 Because I will publish the name of the LORD: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
**Poetry Soup
November 20, 2020
1st place, "What Have You Kicked Off On Your Bucket List" Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/5/2020.