Long Den Poems
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Water falls in form of rain, attempts to wash away the stain,
the mark of pain upon my face, the reminder of my own disgrace.
I walk in torment through the streets, hang down my head from those I meet,
my part I know I have to own, or never again may I go home,
my crime so cruel on my hands your blood, death took the place where you once stood,
not a death in body but death in soul, my deeds so harsh have took their toll,
I led you into a world of vice, where your innocence lost it's life.
I was the one who taught you well, and led you into the depths of hell,
sex and drugs and deals with men, I welcomed you into the Devil's den!
Now I watch your pale face, your body ruined in this trapped place,
I wish to God I had been more strong, I never meant to do you wrong.
I watch as you can not return and in this angst my guilt doth burn,
I must now confess I took thee in, and left you in the world of sin,
I went to the edge but you went over, and sleep the dreams of opium clover,
my attempts to save were oh so feeble, as you inject with dirty needle,
this is my shame, my guilt ridden song, I can not bring you back to where you once belonged,
so as I hang my head in shame, remembering the path from whence I came,
I think about our nights together, and will carry this guilt around forever!
Watch your step, so you don't end up here
Where people like you simply disappear
To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt
Looking for their next victim for them to stunt
Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take
The ones who would drown you in a lake
Of their own selfish needs and desires
With a tongue forked in two, the best of liars
Don't shake the bee hive, you'll anger the queen
All of her minions buzz around free
Selecting their next target to sting
It could be you next, their reasoning is obscene
Careful of the lions' den, looking for a meal
They look mighty noble, but all they do is steal
With brute force they pounce on their target
The language of violence is the only one they get
So sharpen your knives, and ready your mind
You don't want to find yourself in their bind
They fill up this world, on every corner you see
Is a place where one of these three could be
Daniel, a man who loved to pray
despite the law to worship Darius as King
would not be moved from His sovereign
faithful He was standing on to bring
Three times every day Daniel prayed
giving thanks to God for HIs goodness
this news was told to the King
forcing the Kings' hand ultimately to press
The King was much distressed concerning Daniel
He sought to rescue him but had to act by law
so the King spoke, Daniel may your God deliver you
then went to His palace fasting, no sleep he saw
Early the next day the King went to see
crying to Daniel has God delivered you?
Daniel spoke of God's angel came to help
closed the lion's mouth fast shut so to do
Daniel's God is the living true God
enduring always for never to end
in heaven and earth works wonders and signs
saving Daniel from the plight of the lion's den
( THis is written looking at the plight of Daniel being in the Lion's den, showing his faith in trusting in God through it all.)
The Bronx Zoo has a monorail
I’ve ridden many times.
It takes you into “Asia”
And the natives of its climes.
Passing elephants and rhinos
It has shuttled folks for years,
As they’ve watched amazing creatures,
Safely sitting on their fears.
But last week, just as the monorail
Approached the tiger’s den,
Someone leaped out past the fences,
The most foolish of all men.
A tiger from Siberia,
Four hundred pounds and fierce,
Was upon him in an instant
And those teeth had lots to pierce.
The keepers came and saved the man.
The tiger’s life was spared;
It merely did the job for which
Its nature was prepared.
The jumper wanted to be “one”
With that majestic beast.
I guess he didn’t realize
He’d be viewed as quite a feast.
Though animals amaze us
With their beauty and their grace,
More often I’m astounded
By the crazy human race!
?e? st? ß??µµa µ?? f?t???, µa t? p??s?p? pa???e?
?t? ?f?sa p?s? µ?? a??µa µe p?????e?
St???µa? st? µ?s?, ?? ? ???ta µe ?????e?
?a ? f???a p?? ?a?e? ??? p??? µ?? ?????e?
?? ??? f????? p?? ???t??e, µa de? ß??p??? t? s?µßa??e?
?? ß???? p?? ??at?? de? t? af??? ?????? ?a ßa?a??e?
?a es? ?s??? e?e?, ?ta? ??a ?ta? ????
?? ? s??p? µ?? s?? ??e?e ap' ta ????a p?? p????
?e? ????? s?t??e?, µ??? d??µ??? ?a a?????
?? a? p?ft? st? s??t?d?, p??? µ???? t? d??µ? ?a de???
?a ???? p?? a? ????s?, p??? ?a?? ?a? sß?s?
Ta ’sa? e?e? ?a µ?? ??µ?se?? p???? e?µa? ?a? p?? ?a ??s?
? p??? µe ???t?e?, µa e?? de? ???? p?s?
G??f? t?? a???e?a µ?? se ???e ß?µa p?? ?a ??s?.
?? a? µ?a µ??a s?? µ???s? ??a ?sa µ?sa µ?? ??at??
Ta ’?a? ??at? d?p?a s?? ????? p?? de? f?ß?µa? ?a sp??.
?? ?ta? p?ft??? ?? s???? ?a? t? µ?a?? µ?? µe d????e?
???? p?? ? d??aµ? de? fa??eta?, µa µ????e?
Sa? sp??a p?? ??at?? µ?sa s?? ?ta? ??a ???? sß?????,
Sa? ???? p?? ap???eta? ?ta? ?? ????? se af?????
?e? e?µa? ?a?e??? ??te ???a?, ??te ??µa
??µa? a?t?? p?? s??e???e? ?? a? µ?? ß??s?e? p??ta ß?µa
?? a? ?a?? ??a ???? µ?sa se d??µ??? p?? ?a µe p??e p?s?
?a ??µ?µa? p?? ?p???e?? ?? a?t? a??e? ??a ?a ????s?
He roars from the distance, instilling in everyone, terror and fear
Approaching stealthily, though unseen, somehow you sense he's near.
Then, in an incomprehensible instant of time, before you can react
The lion lunges at you, the unwary prey, in an outrageous attack.
The roar is intentional, skillfully utilized, to inspire fear, to paralyze
Shaking, quaking, fearing imminent death, the hopeless ones realize
The time has come, ready or not, for their premature earthly demise
Perhaps unaware, that God has prepared for all, an earthly paradise.
The lion is a beast, an enraged animal, with an insatiable appetite
Targeting humanity, especially the innocent, inexperienced in the fight
Hatred and extremism, promulgated by evil men, wicked schemes roar
Propaganda machine running full steam operators tabulating the score.
Wicked people brutalizing others, committing atrocities are inhumane
Deceived human agents of a malevolent unseen lion who's gone insane
This diabolical lion, is on the prowl, ever watchful, seeking to devour prey
Righteous humans will survive unharmed, if they humbly seek God and pray.
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
Deep beneath the twisted root,
Where silence wears a felt boot,
The mother curls in circles tight,
A ring of warmth against the night.
Her brush is draped like silken thread,
A pillow for each tiny head.
With silver tongue and patient grace,
She washes every fuzzy face;
A rhythmic stroke, a tender sweep,
To lull her restless kits to sleep.
She nicks the clay and clears the air,
The mistress of her earthen lair.
When hunger nips at bellies small,
She answers to their whimpering call.
She leaves the warmth of huddle and home,
Through silvered wilds and woods to roam.
She answers every hungry need,
And gives her waiting kits a feed.
But if the heavy foot should fall,
Or shadow loom against the wall,
The mother transforms—sharp and keen,
The fiercest flame that’s ever been.
With bared tooth and a warning low,
She stands between them and foe.
In golden coat and eyes of fire,
She is the shield, a mother’s desire.
Until the stars begin to pale,
And dawn unfolds its violet veil,
She keeps the watch, the sacred trust,
Amidst the roots and cooling dust.
Unter den Linden
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but needed its motor seen to in Bremerhaven
the town bore scars of the devastating war
but there was full employment, and everyone was doing something worthwhile, like the farmer who took
took food scraps from ships and fed them to his pigs later, sold for slaughter through ship-chandelier to the merchant ship.
No, Bremenhaven was not Unter den Linden
Not a tree left, cold had the aftermath been
It was spring walking along streets where people sat out telling stories and laughing.
There was a sense of comradeship that made me feel the trauma they had gone through.
At that time, there were no beggars, and no one was following me around in the hope of getting some coins, which was annoying in places like Kingston in Jamaica and other places
Germany has not hitherto played the leading role
a great nation in Europe, this is because the burden
of the Holocaust, a burden unfairly put on the Germans alone to bear, is coming to an end,
also, I think so is the headless policy of not being critical of Israel's policies, which makes many countries
guilty of aiding and abetting the genocide of
of the Palestinian people
Here we are still waiting for the final cure betwixt new hope
and even though our days have not been samely sane, we cope
I think perhaps we've learned to take it all in stride, as we live
we give life a second chance , bravely moving up the slope ...
Places we love are beginning to re open so let us be grateful
lets not make a mess of things like we did the day before
never let your fears get the best of you, laugh a little
bring some joy to your neighbor, smile and be friendly
Better days are up ahead give thanks and be grateful
together we will heal and move on to better things
Lots has changed but one thing I know for certain is this
we will always need each other to be brave, so take courage
Here we are awaiting the vaccine even if we don't know when,
we're standing stronger than before, inside this human den
A visitor to the Bronx Zoo
Did something she wanted to do,
Which was climb in the space
Where the lions do pace –
Why she did so I haven’t a clue.
One lion got up and he stared;
For a visit, he wasn’t prepared.
The woman then danced
While the lion advanced
Just a bit, but she didn’t look scared.
The incident, drawing much flack,
Didn’t end in a lion attack,
For this visiting meat
In the end, did retreat,
Thus depriving the cat of a snack.
All was naturally filmed on a phone
And the footage to all has been shown.
Still, her hopping the fence,
Though with no consequence,
Is an act that the zoo can’t condone.