Long Brimstones Poems
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If men were gods
Then horses will fly
If men were gods
Then no one will die
To mold the
destinies of many
With a wand in my hand
And turn a swarm of bees
To a matching band
To live a thousand years in the eyes of the mortals
And a second in the presence of his fellow immortals
I wish I could command the obedience of nature
And have the gift of
seeing through the future
I wish I could command the winds to stop
And I say to Lazarus
Hey you get up
I wish I could save
the lives of many children
And be the shining light of all my brethren
I wish I could hold
the stars in my hands
And fly on a magic carpet
To distant lands
I wish the world belongs to me
So that I could
foretell
What will be
In history
Like a Leprechaun
I hold a pot of gold
Which I shall give to that man who is bold
I wish my voice was
as powerful
As thunder
And aeroplanes would
clash as the sight
of this wonder
I wish I could
project my power
To the world with a spell
And turn
incalcitrant nations
To a living hell
With fireballs and brimstones raining
From the heavens
like cats and dogs
And insects jumping
around the fields like toads and frogs
And if my power was meant for only good
And I vow not to abuse it
Understood
And angels would bow at my feet
Crushing my foes bit
by bit
With laser beams
Blazing through my eyes
As I lift off the
ground
To the evening skies
Iain McGilchrist,
neurological psychologist,
builds on previous findings of Edward De Bono
and Julian Jaynes.
Human nature is bicamerally structured
for cerebral and appositional specialization,
inclusive and sacred empathies from Elder Right matriarchal,
with deductive-reductive linguistic natural laws
and patriarchal orders from Left hemisphere dominant enculturation.
This Left dominant hemispheric and global overshoot
has brought us to buying and selling military-industrialized colonization
with appropriate tools
to get deductive-reductive killing and maiming jobs done,
as necessary for justice in self-justifying wars
through metaphysical Win-Lose
Either-Or cognitive-emotive assumptions,
retributive justice.
As if punishment were a monopoly of social justice
rather than a rather poor suboptimization
of restorative therapeutic justice,
also both natural and spiritual
but for restoring health,
inclusive therapy of victims with our predative,
colonizing,
fear and anger-mongering,
commodifying of Earth's greatest sacred grace,
gifts of clean air,
pure water,
sacred healing fire-circles of WinWin intent,
healthy MotherLand fertility
of forests and virgin oceans
now horribly RightBrain lost,
depressed,
dissonant,
irrational pathologies
of too many bad boys
with sharp law and order enforcing toys,
and word choices,
and lack of more nurturing WinWin diplomatic options.
Fears and fake-divine idolatries
of HellFire and Jihad JustWar BrimStones
to punish those who dare defy
a Great Patriarchal YangGod of Victimization
rather than inviting available cooperative bicameral adjustments
of ego- with eco-conciousness,
to include Elder Sacred MotherEarth
born of Grandfather SunGod Radiant Powers.
Gaia hypotheses of Sacred RightYin
with EcoLogical PolyPaths of SecularLeft Yang,
co-arising nondual dipolar,
bicamerally dynamic ecopolitical prime relationship
of Yang +1Earth and Her Balancing EcoSystems
with YinSquared (-,-)0-Soul Theorem
equivalent to speed of reverting 4D light,
co-arising as also having co-gravitated
universal unity of space as also bilateral flow of time,
YangHere SecularLeft reweaving YinNow SacredRight,
breathing YangLeft here in,
breathing YinRight now out,
here in,
now out,
up,
down,
up and in YangLeft,
down and out YinRight...
from his rock he sends out a deadly summons
that calls
the demons up to hell
that calls
the devils home
a call for the barbarians to answer
a cold wind blows through to a man’s soul
as eternity waits
inside the furnaces fire
and Lucifer sips
upon the dregs of society`s ills
the wake to realities nightmare
of devils and demons living
inside hells fires and brimstones
where the stench of death and suffering
invade the living
and the walking dead
the demons can cage a man
the demons can break a man`s spirit
but they can-not cage a man`s minds escape
an minds escape
upon wings that fly
he dreams of lazing on a sun soaked beach
a drink in hand staring out at a pacific blue
sitting upon golden sands
then he wake from dream
to nightmares reality
of devils and demons
living
side by side inside Hades
living
side by side inside Dante' s fire
where upon the silence dark
a nightmare screams
at the sound of rattling chains and steel iron
at the sound of lashes from fire
that sting upon open flesh
and the empty echoes of the hangman’s call
despair is born out of lost hope
when the demon tighten his grip
his grip around a man’s soul
upon the empty shells the beasts breed
the devils fire burns
as the demon wears the mask of innocent
then walked upon the path of gold
but all he found was burning fires and brimstones
it`s a place where
a whirlpool surrounds when the mighty winds blow
an arctic chill that blows with a haunting sound
whistling
a freight train into lost hearts
across the bay
the devil
comes a calling
What’s it take for women to hate
their first born so long and so cold?
Sly smiles as he choked on the bait.
You sat in that one church so bold,
Blind and deaf to Love’s story told.
Among serpents in pews hearts won,
you died unbroken, mute and sold,
in how you treated your own son.
A father’s heart chipped out of slate.
Your measure given is twofold,
to regret forever too late,
brimstones are all that’s left to hold.
Your neglect was poured and it rolled
eighty-three years under the sun.
The Great White Throne decree behold,
in how you treated your own son.
How his innocence you both ate,
An orphan made in constant scold.
No mercy in your ways or fate.
In Matthew you read he foretold,
hypocrite’s wages to be tolled .
The grave’s sleep keeps remorse undone,
your legacy as I grow old,
in how you treated your own son.
If I am to breathe Heaven’s air,
your first grandson, when life is done,
I don’t expect to see you there,
in how you treated your own son.
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Contest: Not Your Average Ballade
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
04.15.14
My change is my rhyme scheme : 'ababbcbC ababbcbC ababbcbC dcdC'
for Darkside Of Aquarius Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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darkness rides out of brimstones flames,
upon wild horses numbering four,
bringing forth the horrors of their war,
the golden path all theirs to exploit and claim.
the promises rode in chariots of fears,
as the archer shot his arrows of ills and pain,
so man cried with a flood of acid tears,
burning his lost soul-strangled in a binding chain.
poison rained down on the angel's land,
as man's sins grow from embryos,
the dragon breathes his lustful demand,
from his mountain top-high plateau.
from the east-a cooling wind will blow,
and a lotus will grow out of the burning sands,
thus starting a change inside the embryo,
casting all from the darkness covering the angels' lands.
the dragon's breath will hold no fear,
when you open the recesses of your mind,
the wizard becomes the inner seer,
as you listen to the silence-and the kind.
darkness strength weakens as it heals,
when you turn the ancient-wheels.
for-A Spooky Haunted Poem 8-12 Lines Of Rhyme Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
summoned from the underworlds brimstones and fires;
nightmare beast howl to midnights lustre light-
fangs drip with a lust to bite.
summoned from the underworlds brimstones and fires;
an unholy choir echo a demons song-
from inside deaths memorial, shadows long.
summoned from the underworlds brimstones and fires;
the chants of mystical incantations to raise the dead-
releasing souls from eternal slumber, their forever bed.
summoned to the underworlds brimstones and fires-
dark, lost souls, feeding hades funeral pyre.
Big stones, rig stones
Calling out to dig stones
Round stones, pound stones
Sitting on the ground stones
Small stones, wall stones
Make you trip and fall stones
Grey stones, play stones
Lying in the way stones
Black stones, stack stones
Ready for attack stones
Bright stones, white stones
Feeling very light stones
Red stones, headstones
Under your feet tread stones
Two stones, blue stones
Teaching how to hew stones
Limestones, slime stones
Weathering all time stones
Sandstones, grand stones
Spread out on the land stones
Brownstones, crown stones
You can break them down stones
Bloodstones, stud stones
Flowing with the flood stones
Brimstones, gemstones,
Shining diadem stones
Rough stones, tough stones
There are not enough stones
Grindstones, lined stones
Everywhere you find stones
08.10.2021
NA in "Stones" contest
judged on 08.14.2021
For Constance La France's "August 2021 NA's" contest