Long Demolishes Poems
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I'm walking on thin ice
Echoes of affliction disturbs my slumber
Reverberating through my ears...why should I pay the price?
I'm praying for their lives to be rescued...from the predator
Let me be the living sacrifice...
I'm losing my balance...I'm shattering on thin ice
Echoes of horrid news demolishes the peace
Do I have to be a living sacrifice?
When will this madness and chaos cease?
Let me pay half the price...
I'm RUNNING on thin ice
I collide in between the cracks...I pray for safety and knowledge
I still hear the victims – screaming in agony... helpless like captured mice
When will I ever find an escape route...that'd lead us to a pleasant village?
Let me discover His advice...
I do need His guidance
To survive the hardships... I must take risks and outrun the opposing team
I do yearn for His benevolence
To reap the reward in the deep future...He's obliged with my lifelong dream
Let me walk that narrow path...
I'm sKiPpInG to and fro on thin ice
I fight off all of the enemies with His strength... those devils tried to lower my self-esteem
I still recall the calls of happiness – who considered His advice?
How could I discover my true dwelling place? Who will consider my dream?
Let me take risks and build up my courage...
I'm unable to find His guidance...I'm scattering on thin ice
Do I have to be the one to roll the dice?
Echoes of bewilderment breaks my cheery heart
How do I keep myself from slipping? Am I on a good start
Or do I need more practice?
Once again, we're walking on thin ice...
He's testing my endurance...but they're no longer putting our trust in Him
This truth makes me sick in the stomach... is it I who has to pay the price?
I'm seeking out your elevating spirit to pull us out of this horrendous nightmare...
our confidence in You is about to dim...
Let us wander off on thin ice...
Let me take my time and make progress...
Let us take baby steps on thin ice...
Let me take risks and recover from distress...
Hopefully this journey renews our joyfulness!!
We're STILL patiently waiting on thin ice
For Your hospitality to mend our spirits and shed us Your advice
I don't mind if You tell us, “You guys should've payed the price!”
Moving force
I foretold a prophecy
I told them I will wait for God time
They thought it was just poetry
Now The youth are out on the streets again
The echoes of needs are high
With the voices of anger all over Nigeria
Demanding to be set free from poverty
Another hunger protest on the streets
Of Nigeria again
Where are the government
I hope they could feel the needs
And angry youths
Whose life is a gamble
Shattered and used for a political gain
Were is the president
Whose words of changes remains invisible
The changes he bleeds is killing us
On daily bases
Our family can't feed
Our parents work to be on debt
Our kids are growing up prematurely
Our old can't get no pention
Our mothers are hungry
Our economy is folding to bankruptcy
The youth cant find no job after school
Our cost of living is over 300percent inflated still with low wages
Every day keep getting worst
Our situation are unbearable
The people can't endure the pain no more
the only thing left is to fight For freedom
Cos there is nothing to lose anyways
So now the youth are out
on the streets again
This evil conditions of hard life
has turn them today to a
Moving force
Moving force
Their comes a day of change
Their comes a time of reinforcement
Their comes a period of truth
Our reality must be rearrange
The only land we have is on captive
Captivated by the powers whose
Aim are not for our growth
Their actions has triggered our
Reaction to protest again
Their greed has been killing our dreams
Their system keeps us begging
Their rules demolishes our integrity
They are never royal to our needs
Our life is full of agony and sorrows
Despite how much stronger we strive
Our days are like the days of no solution
Their evils are obvious
And here comes another time
To stand against a bad governance again
So don't blame the people
Whose life is nothing good to write about
when they join forces
fighting for their rights
And now all they could be
From all they have passed through
A very bad governance
is nothing else but a
Moving force
It starts again
It's hard to breath
Lord, I have so many unmet needs
Please help me stand
I don't want to fall
You are God, in control of it all
This empty perception
Leads me into deception
This void in my heart
Breaks me apart
I can't move
I can barely speak
It's your love i desperately seek
The road has been long
And the journeys been hard
I'm finally letting down all of my guards
Take hold of my life
For I can't take much more
Help me persevere
What I was made for
In this silence I feel you near
You are the one who demolishes my fear
In this silence I feel you near
You are the treasure I now hold dear.
By: Sabina Nicole
JUne 12th
Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions
They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”
Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!
They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”
Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving
They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?
“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
“Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”
Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery!
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly –
Their lack of optimism and gratitude
Buried them down in captivity
How can you bear their poverty?
How can He save them from destruction and pity?
They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…”
Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!
Alexander reaching India does plan,
To meet a true wise virtuous holy man;
At these, stewards instantly take him,
To the Indus valley fertile and trim;
Where he finds a man with no clothes,
As though undone of loath and wrath;
Alexander with all his pricey attire,
Finds a spiritual sparkle in him higher;
Swayed by the saint’s spiritual splendor,
He pleads him to go to his nation yonder;
Offers everything whatsoever may please,
If the saint could make his great wish ease;
I am here there everywhere omnipresent,
Says the saint; refuses his wish to consent;
At this, annoyance provoked, the king,
Draws his sword to slay him in a fling;
The saint undaunted sheds a simple smile,
Says, as though confronting certain senile;
As children make houses on sand smart,
And destroy them to make another art;
The house is the body of weak humans,
Innate tendencies in it make nuisance;
Demolishing, one demolishes his home,
Amidst all such acts, sand is the same;
On this, Alexander felt a pricking pinch,
His sword fell and he felt certain flinch;
Power and might is not just in one’s hand,
It’s in heart, this philosophy he learned;
Simplicity is the power one needs to choose,
Spiritually strong, one has nothing to lose.
08 July 2021
Yes, He is approachable. No, He is not hidden or isolated.
Yes, He is an Infinite and Awesome Supernatural Being.
He introduces himself to us in the form of our own humanity and invites us into a personal relationship with Himself.
He demolishes all former barriers and walls of separation,
and establishes eternal bonds of one-on-one communication.
He is infused with simplicity, and immune to complexity.
He is not abstract and does not freeze my brain with questions too advanced for me. If he utters realities that are not understood by me, I neither worry nor experience frustration.
I understand that He is nt the author of confusionon but a Revealer of Truth, which is himself.
He is forbearing and redemptive; not judgmental
He is a most lovely Being; not a selfish unknown
He much prefers to forgive and ‘look over this’, than to condemn and ‘get you for that’.
If he had instincts, love would be at the very top.
Perhaps our first life instinct is self-consciousness.
Self-preservation is a natural for us. He requires no preservation; and if he has anything to preserve, it is us.
01092017 cj PS
Q: Who is the young man who takes care of a child with no parents?
A: Little orphan's manny.
Q: How can a meth addict contact his supplier more quickly?
A: Put him on speed dial.
Q: What is the sharpened pole upon which the "sea eagle" impaled himself?
A: A tern pike.
Q: What do you call a sheet of glass eaten by a donkey?
A: A pane in the ass.
Q: What is it called when one ethnicity at work gets a larger office than another?
A: Racial spatial discrimination.
Q: What do you call a kid who demolishes his Cheerios instead of eating them?
A: A cereal killer.
Q: What did the call girl call the midget when he didn't want to pay her for her services?
A: A little prick.
Q: What's the one exercise Mitch McConnell can't do at the gym?
A: Chin-ups.
Q: What is the antique lawn statue near the door of my plantation in Lexington?
A: My old Kentucky gnome.
Q: Where did the first Mrs. Bing Crosby keep her love for her family?
A: Deep in the heart of Dixie.
Form:
In time arrow’s one way course the winds of change blow,
wafting from the fading end to an unknown another new,
the thrust of transformation they get from the power
the spurt of history gives that goes on increasing ever.
The direction toward the world order received from
the compass of current events can’t ever be altered,
the intent it inscribes on the social landscape page,
the crafty world leaders design, is difficult to change.
Mankind strives to shed the unwanted old grimes,
like the autumn dry leaves the wind sweeps away,
bury under the sand layers of senile forgotten time,
but they rise in new forms in authoritarian regimes.
Indomitable spirit emerges from the debris of history,
new generations of belief and value emanate strong,
like escalating momentum of human rights paradigm
that’ll succeed if ever it can defy the vested interests.
,
The time arrow strikes hard with manipulated wrath,
transforms fast and invariably the vulnerable core
of the traditional society proud of integrity and unity,
imperceptibly into one of intolerance and hostility.
The conventional concept of herd living in free world
changes to isolationism with disintegrated families,
evolving into self-destructive fragile breed, collapsing
under psychic stress of changing times of uncertainty.
If the maneuvered course of post-cold war geopolitics
demolishes the critical balance of power and authority,
weaker nations will turn into mute and powerless pawns
in the game of chess, its rule devised by new world order.
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April 20, 2022
Contest : New World Order
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
On the thread of time's journey where souls intertwine, then depart,
The poet treads slowly, unraveling three loves, each a new gesture.
The first, a youthful spark, untainted in the dawn's embrace,
Planted in us the seed of dreams, undefeated by restrained ardor.
And as we grow, we chase away memories, fleeting moments of separation,
Yet amidst it all, lingering behind, the song of that first love emerges, pure, sincere.
Then, painfully beautiful, with bitter teachings and wounds that never heal,
The second love, fiery as embers, taught us to be both shattered and empty.
It taught us about betrayals and lies, about releases that tear us apart,
About blossoming from darkness and how to shield our hearts from rain and elusive poems.
But when hope seemed nothing but a shadow, the third love arrived unannounced,
Quietly descending among us, a total mystery with no foreboding signs.
It demolishes walls, transforming them into bridges of light, interweaving us,
We lose ourselves in the refrain of gazes woven imperfectly, in the pauses between hero's beats.
That love, as if weaving a destiny, a home, an entire world,
We bow before the universe for every second and straight line.
It is the dream that envelops us in flames, transforming us into essences carried by the breeze,
Love serves as testament that amidst storms and whims, it remains an everlasting surprise.
Thus, the poet, in wandering steps on wild hertz paths,
Reminds us of the trilogy of emotions, forging within us pages of inner epics.
Let us know that, along the path of the past, present, or in fleeting dreams,
Love spirals us towards heights, attaching wings and silently guiding us through fantastic moments.
Should I thank lightning for its fire,
or praise the wind when it's blowing?
For without fire, we'd all expire,
and the wind keeps the air flowing.
Fire demolishes all with ease
and when winds wail, ships oft get tossed.
And nothing can ever appease
the grief felt for a loved one lost.
Should I worship the sun and rain,
are they not worthy of my praise?
Showers bring waters that sustain
us and the sun warms with its rays.
Downpours swell rivers and souls drown,
while deserts bake under the sun.
And floods send houses crashing down,
while droughts kill more than any gun.
In times of war and upheaval,
does God decree the fate of Man?
Should I not blame Him for evil,
isn't it all part of His plan?
Yin-yang, good-bad, is known to all,
stitched in the fabric of our soul.
But when religion makes the call,
faith can levy a costly toll.