Long Denouncing Poems
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Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?
We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal,
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!
Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility.
We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!
Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!
We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!
Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word!
We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!
HOW DO YOU SAY
How do you say, the he is a stranger,
how do you say?
How do you warn of imminent danger,
How do you say?
With smiles of charm, he'll win their trust,
Not the soul of a man, not one of us,
Deceived the nations, Abominations,
How do you say.
How do you say, he’s the deceiver,
How do you say?
Will even fool elect believers,
How do you say.
Dreams from the God of many waters,
Poured out on Sons and Daughters,
Eye on the Sparrow, straight and narrow,
How do you say.
How do you say, Angels pronouncing,
How do you say?
Against the name of Christ,
he'll lead the denouncing,
How do you say.
Cursing all God deems as holy,
To rid the meek and the lowly,
The Abyss was opened,
the realm of the spirit was broken,
Let none of mine, be left behind,
How do you say.
Aimlessly wander veiled memories of yore
Each passing cloud subtly brings to fore
Recalling regrets, where laments agonize,
Thinking of you, searching forsaken skies,
Muting spent emotions of anguished eyes.
O how we rejoiced in blissful sunny days
When dawns arose on glinted arc ablaze
As golden beams pierced shrouded haze
Defying onslaught of darkened malaise
Intent on blotting zealous romantic phase.
Recalling ardent dreams with you I stroll
Where gleam of your smile brightens soul
As allure of amorous past feelings cajole
Emanating from desires heartbeats extol
In language of passion yesteryears scroll.
Every cloud etches effigy of love gone awry
Yet, thunder of stygian vibes fiercely I defy,
For return of clear skies in your longing I vie
Denouncing certitude hosting forlorn sigh,
Remorseful of ego that callously bid goodbye.
March 8, 2023
Placed 1st: Each Passing Cloud Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Here am I striving to obey* the Spirit’s guidance
Despite my frailty upon righteous stance
While subduing carnality’s endurance…
Help me, my God, as I depend on Your mighty performance.
Here am I persevering to follow Bible’s instruction
Denouncing every foolishness and perversion
As I abide in God along His wise prescription…
Help me, my God in standing upon heavenly conviction.
Here am I trying to please my Master by faith’s steadfastness
Smiting guilt of iniquities with its destructiveness
I need to Him first and His righteousness…
Help me, my God, prevail against wickedness.
Here am I praying for the rescue of the lost from hell’s fury
Clinging to God along His truth’s sure victory
Subduing the Devil against transgression-sown misery…
Help me, my God, abound in Your service-territory.
*Deuteronomy 13:4 Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.
July 15, 2019
You captivate me with your ambiance-
even inside my misguided muse I seek
you with all that my soul has to offer.
I’m hypnotized by the way you look at me
without searching for my becoming flaws,
astounded that the strength in your touch
can make me weak without warning.
You say I am opulent; abundant in beauty-
I wonder if you know you are the magic
that holds the stars up in the eventide sky.
You bring a clarity into my life showing
me what's truly right, denouncing what's
wrong, shining a light into my shadows;
you have brought meaning into a world
that I had thought was meaningless,
telling me you are incomplete without me.
My essence sparkles when you are near-
brighter than any celestial being.
My existence melts into your warm softness
taking my breath from this magic we create.
A collaboration...
Contest: introduction by collaboration
Sponsor: silent one
Date:10/2019
Pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket...
as 2020 presidential election nearing
pleading joshing, and endearing...
The choice for commander in chief dum...
dum... dum... dum..
will winnow down, thus
political prognosticator pundits
no longer remain mum
between Donald John Trump,
whose second term win,
would find yours truly numb
versus Joseph Robinette Biden Junior
could infuse flickering
uneasiness among electorate
(quite a few skool
of hard knocks alum
including yours truly),
who attests surfing cyber seas
as seasoned beach bum
up until this moment
feeling rather glum
regarding fate of American democracy
fizzling, muckraking, and sputtering
linkedin with kickstarting,
snapchatting, and twittering
along ever so ho hum
awaiting fateful deliverance
as dueling banjos strum
meanwhile irritable bowel syndrome
nsync with nausea
bubbling, gurgling, quickening
within collective tum
no doubt alleviated chugging,
guzzling, and quaffing
countless bottles Bacardi rum.
Nothing less at stake than (an ill eagle
feebly clutching cherished symbols - regal
representing land of the free and
home of the brave
analogous to once buoyant seagull
encompassing United States)
metaphorical snooping Beagle
only finding peanuts after landing
discovery (of America) triggering extralegal
imbroglios, which courtesy...
Thank manifest destiny
wrought accursed land grab,
where survival of fittest (think militarily)
nonchalantly, insouciantly actually
quite aggressively did nab
great juicy fruited plain continental slab
...to the mountains to the prairies
to the oceans white with foam...
where indigenous people
once stood tall and proud
applying contrived accoutrements,
which implements rendered mortally to stab
invaders, hence convenient plug to jibjab,
(while sack religious lame chap
donning unisexual hijab)
whale within poetic license
to orca straight heady
i.e. think lame muck cab
bra (even garnering groan from
ghost of captain Ahab)
denouncing cheesy pun,
whereby I (Stuart Little) best remain
as caged mouse
subjected to experimentation
within bore writ Tory lab.
I lived my youth without many friends,
yearning for a departed father so selfless,
renouncing his children for another woman over-sea,
while my mom resigned to her fate;
lamenting and denouncing his terrible mistake:
and she worked hard and prepared delicious meals,
even her outlook on life was fantastic,
but something was missing from that lovely face...
Mother, oh wonderful mother, I sympathized
with your pain and wish it would have disappeared,
so you would have enjoyed, once again, life in its splendor;
mother, oh wonderful mother, even love dies
when one is deceived by a false affection,
and father broke his promise and faced retribution...
Mom loved dad from the day she married him,
and remained faithful 'till she died whispering his name;
I stood by her bed-side and couldn't console her sadness,
or fill that space with my insignificant presence:
by that remote glance, I could see her retracing, with joyous eyes,
her happy past with daddy delighting her with his funny words
while strolling down the quietest road scented by daisies,
as blue-jays flew over their delirious heads...
Mother,oh wonderful mother, you gave me the enduring will
to withstand any storm: to survive and cope in this hell,
while living honestly and godly among thieves and sinners;
to despise prejudice with its ugly ways and be cautious
not to give in their demands when luck could have ran out on me!
I live with little, and though I desire finer things,
nothing stains my clean hand and be judged by man,
because life complements me with the trust of any friend...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
when your mind is in such a state,
when you can laugh denouncing fate,
nonchalantly in air coin toss,
to take your wins with your bad loss,
when day and night are equal phase,
life can tempt with no further race,
when you see the transience of life,
like a fluttering butterfly,
emotions that you invested,
look a dry farmland, rain divested,
you see truth of the self emerge,
with in eternal wisdom surge,
Then you have reached the pinnacle,
life no longer a debacle,
a peaceful calm rests on your face,
your eyes shine sublime light of grace,
you are no more than anything,
nothing exists no more than you!
no longer a body with name,
eternity and you are same!
you have bridged the wide gap between
all life and death that lay unseen!
you can walk on fire, in rain,
happy and smiling without pain!
2nd placement
Written 28/10/2020
Ambedo poetry contest
Sponsor Silent One
On the 5th of November in 1605,
When the new religion of Protestantism was taking hold,
Political activist Guy Fawkes was arrested and executed,
For attempting to detonate Parliament for Catholicism old.
We burn the guy on a bonfire every year to commemorate,
That he was destroyed and not the centre for political activity,
The crux of legislation, set by hard, honest and tough debate,
By the people’s representatives who effect a stealthy integrity.
Guido Fawkes became Guy through his strength and prowess in war,
Over whether Spain’s government should uphold the catholic faith,
So denouncing Guy reinforces this wrongness of just one religious table,
And sedates our own tendency to informally become our own fable.
Guy Fawkes converted to Catholicism in his teenage years,
And fought to keep Spain catholic in the Eight Years War,
Then travelled to England where he met other like minds,
Who sought to reject the Calvinist future that was in store.
The group felt only effective if they were able to detonate,
The Houses of Parliament in a mammoth gunpowder plot,
‘Cos King James I was securing Elizabeth’s Protestantism,
Which by law through representation was not going to rot.
But one man of that group could not abide his conscience,
And in a letter told made the authorities aware of explosives,
That awaited ignition in a room under the House of Lords,
Enabling a gang arrest and the execution of the subversives.
i repudiate this clock on the wall
each moment frozen of time
lashes back in internal strokes
against my weary soul
its ticking erupts
like thunderous echoes
within the confines
of my tortured mind
on this darkened night
i slip 'neath the shadows of past
running in circles
trying to escape
the grasp of hands
that taunt like death
eternal torture
through infinite seconds
that beat like this heart of mine
as the pace amplifies through mind
bereaves me of the present again
as i face my own fears once more
unkept from another sleepless night
i arise with the same fury as a sun
beneath the bloodied skies
denouncing the storms
as they rage on
July 2, 2020
Time 8 word Challenge
Sponsored by A Dear Heart