Long Contradiction Poems
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Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
I feel the wind gusting across my skin, lifting my hair. Unseen but I can feel the evidence of the wind
and see it in the gentle sway of the meadow grass. I choose to believe, daily, to have faith in God, like the unseen wind.
I've been given answers to most of my questions through study and the Holy Spirit. I leap upon any assumed discrepancy or contradiction I come across. I've found real, solid answers. Each thorny question has been untangled, making the path ahead ever sure.
One of my main questions when I began searching was,
“Why does scientific fact contradict the Bible?”
The answer is…it doesn't.
People are fallible and therefore our understanding can be mistaken. Interpreting the Scriptures is necessary… Just as in poetry there is symbolism and there are phrases that should be taken literally and others figuratively. After all, God is the creator, the master scientist and artist. The laws of science we understand today, and those we will only discover tomorrow, were God's laws first!
When God formed woman it says he took the rib from Adam. Rib in the original Hebrew is translated from a word that means, “curve.” We know now that gender is determined in utero through DNA, a pattern on the helix CURVE. I don't believe God created a female from Adam's rib,but that he took the female DNA from Adam, and formed Eve. Science isn't new to God, we are new to science!
Finally, not only is faith based on knowledge, understanding, choice, and the evidence of things unseen... it is a matter of the heart.
I believe in God, Jehovah, I feel his love for me in each sunrise, in the feel of my daughter's hand on my face, in the embrace of my husband. I feel that love reflecting off of me, giving me so much love for my fellowman.
I believe in God because I've seen the evidence of the things I hoped for. God has shown himself to me, allowing me to understand the love letter he wrote to us, in my heart, my mind, in my body and soul.
When yesterday left, today I'm a little right.
This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight.
Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion.
Dreaming of incarnations, and snarled in the illusion.
Mass produced Catholics, unforgotten inside their cathedral.
Discovered some of the relics,
Ancient talisman are unbelievable.
Go forth into the tomb,
Open the sarcophagus, let the rancid stench consume.
Gathering up all that is charmed,
Born inside the depleted after birth.
This does not meant to be alarmed,
However it's been full of its worth.
Die another time, live in today.
Write another rhyme, lines lined word play.
Shaman type, opening the 3rd eye.
Extracted and ripe, breathe to see thru the lie.
Contradiction is a great way to open minds,
Salvation is not a problem unless you are in their binds.
Bells chime and chime, before you can get away with it.
In time covered in lime, and I"m chock-full of grit.
Ready to go to the next, yes I've been there before.
Sometimes just a little vexed, benumbed to the core of my lore.
And as always plum rotten to the core..
Tell me, tell me whispering woods
What is the secret of man’s youth
Life and death is in the power of the tongue
This is what all the wise men have sung
Tell me, tell me whispering woods
What is the secret of man’s wisdom
Was it not Solomon who was the wisest of all
The holy fear of the Lord kept him from many a fall
Tell me, tell me whispering woods
Why are bad days so many and good days few
The earth is groaning under pangs of new birth
Till evil runs its course there will be no mirth
Tell me, tell me whispering woods
When will be the day of the Lord
When confusion and contradiction shout from their tower
And men of God are made to shiver and cower,
When the path of truth will be concealed
And crops no more will give their yield
When the whispering woods will shed its leaves
And no more whisper is heard in trees
Chains, love chains:
chains everywhere
but mostly held to my heart
I do not yearn for freedom
I yearn for servitude
A sweet seraphic smile
with
sentimental suppression
romantic ties
an eerie enchantment
that is shackled irrevocably to
L
O
V
E
an endless~
irrevocable~
adorable~
tenderness~
hold me in your heart
blue eyes shimmering
green eyes captivating
fetter me
hold me tight
squeeze me until I’m breathless
my heart beats in
irregular ischemia
coupled with fibrillations
a morbid palpitation
that feels it’s escaping its cage:
a contradiction in terms
bind me in ember warmth
hold me close
K
I
S
S
kiss me sweet, kiss me long
as long as the foamy waves
that kiss the beach
during the hottest summer season
let me feel the warmth of your full lips
the smell of lavender
so delicious
exciting
magnetic mesmerising magic
an undying unlimited urge
my cheeks feel a quiet ember
my ethereal emotion
trembles with delight
despite the chains
that should bind us forever
hold me in your heart
never let go
I’m chained with love
When history records a legacy, in its lengthy ledger towards mankind.
That scroll may simplify complexity, with common survival foremost in mind.
It's a theme that traces an origin, to the very beginning with no end.
While it explores the numerous frailties, exhausting great resources to spend.
Throughout time, many have seen the contradiction, as destruction failed renew
Though efforts were outweighed by volume, from the infrared to ultraviolet blue
This pattern can be seen from antiquity, while preceding to modern day.
As it pierces the veil of technology, only to twitter away any decay.
What is seen is a consuming desire, almost innate in the culture without regret.
Since extinction dare not be contemplated, that would be better to just forget.
Here what's left vacant is the day present, with a past and any future to ignore.
And while myopic in focus & understanding, the greed falls short to restore.
So as I sit on the sidelines in observation, noting the folly of humanities fate.
My viewpoint is occasionally interrupted, by a future that just can't wait.
Dear Abby and her sister Ann
Both chose the same career,
A case of sibling rivalry,
Or so it would appear.
When competition cuts too close,
It’s natural for some friction;
They didn’t speak for several years,
A seeming contradiction.
Eventually, they drifted back
And plainly reconciled.
Though they were twins, each might have wished
To be the only child.
It’s curious when siblings
Opt to follow the same track,
And rarer still when both succeed;
It takes a certain knack.
Now both are gone, with their advice.
They had their share of fame;
But each of them believed, I’m sure,
She had the most acclaim.
What stupid fools, with foggy minds
hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil,
trying to convert humanity to ignorancy
religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways
But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding
and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course.
how does light exist in a world void of darkness.
A God without his polarity
is like an above without a below.
why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves
Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see.
eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride
Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?,
Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet
ye remain even greater slaves than most
sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken
though from a hollow bossom .
those with the knowledge, know when to apply it
in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection.
I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7
"I the lord do and cause all things"
isn't it boring, a world without contradiction
cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good
Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other,
as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle
is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans .
doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously
standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor.
what greater blasphemy than that
which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title
"confess thy sins my children", he says
now aint he your lord .
In the annals of time, a tale untold,
Resides the slavery loop hole, bold.
Within the Constitution, revered and strong,
Lurks a dark verse, where justice went wrong.
Enslavement's grip, it sought to uphold,
A contradiction, a story yet untold.
A clause concealed, with chilling grace,
Deemed humans as chattel, a disgrace.
Through ink-stained words, a nation was bound,
Yet shackles of oppression knew no ground.
Emancipation's cry, it took a toll,
To break the chains of this wretched loophole.
Brave souls fought to right this grievous sin,
To mend the heart of a nation within.
Struggles endured, a long and bitter fight,
To banish the shadows, embrace what's right.
With each passing year, we strive to atone,
To dismantle the legacy that was sown.
Injustice unveiled, the scars we trace,
Reminders of a past we must erase.
Let us not forget the pain we've seen,
The battle for freedom, fierce and keen.
May justice prevail, its light ever gleam,
And heal the wounds of the slavery regime.
For in unity, we find our true worth,
To cherish the rights bestowed at birth.
And with compassion as our guiding star,
We strive to heal the wounds that still scar.
Let history guide us toward a brighter dawn,
Where equality reigns, and freedom is drawn.
In this solemn pledge, we take our stand,
To rewrite the future, hand in hand.
Written: October 24, 2025, for a contest sponsored by: John Lawless
Quote: "If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one." – Dolly Parton.
I walk where alabaster dreams
crack beneath meaty boots,
where the clangor of trade
caterwauls across aphonic lanes,
and the pale, spotted road surface
broods akin to a beleaguered bard.
Every slab a palimpsest—
an antediluvian archive
among fervent lovers and mortal souls,
ambivalent in their appetite,
trembling with ambition
Still yearning for soothing escape.
The breathing of the city is ambrosial and acrid.
a byzantine mix of bromide and pleasure,
its golden glow at dusk,
Aurora emerging from the gutters
with dazzling shine
and brilliant deception.
I wander around its undulating contradiction,
this road surface bearing
Burden for Barefoot Prophets
and bumptious brokers alike.
Its coating gleams,
a beacon in the dimness.
For the demure and the downcast.
Alchemy abounds here—
in the manner of the formless harm
of asphalt transforms
into footfall efflorescence,
every syllable of each phase
in the ariose aria of the city.
I witnessed the magical appendix.
of fantasies to dust,
the transitory epiphany
of a dandelion brave
to differ across concrete,
Halcyon resistance of destiny.
And I marvel--
Should the pavement speak,
Would it anathemize our rush?
Or murmur a sonorous hymn.
for the merry and the laden,
for those who stroll
not to arrive,
To recall, nevertheless.
Darkness whisks the egg white strands
into the yellow yolk glob.
Time claws its way
wallowing through a quagmire
of booze, ooze and bog-breath delays.
"I'm Late, I'm Late!"
"Who Spake?"
"Who's seen better Ways?"
Feet spread strangely,
disengage and untangle.
Interlocking with toe taps
pin-pointed to barre-
laughing at those old elbows and knees.
The gasp of old shadows
lurking in clouds
dispels the carnival
confetti spaghetti charade,
to yell:
"Joie de Vivre!
"What the hell!"
"Is all this stuff about?"
Silence lies petrified
by a pillar of Babel-borne salt
outside of the window.
It can't get out of bed.
“I’m fine! OK!"
"I'm laying in"
"Playing dead!"
Each contradiction
spoke with impeccable diction.
Intonation interlaced;
with poise and puréed perfection,
personified.
It brought applause, clapped with one hand
behind the other,
a contra-counterpart.
A toot toot touche,
bowing to cheers
from both ways.