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Oh what have you done to me,
A city built in the name of Christ.
When an earthquake struck,
Destroying all my pretty clothing
And shaking the flesh off all my bones.
Leaving only my skeletal frame ,
Half submerged in sewerage raw
And liquefaction adding to my woes,
Threatening to make me completely disappear.
No one with water to spare as I began to choke
On air now so foul.
When you felt safe to come out and see my plight,
You drew lots for my last vestments of dignity,
Before inviting others in to help you pick over my bones.
You even looked the other way when the Vultures started gathering.
You filled my streets with low life's and vermin knee deep.
And patched my broken bones with cheap plaster.
Watching as those who yet stood by me grew weak,
Bled dry by insurance companies and their red tape, con artists,
And Cowboys posing as builders,
Supplied by rip-off merchants of every description,
All overseen by government official with no idea what to do,
Except find ways to spend their money unwisely.
You raised $50 million dollars to build a playground
For children without proper homes and not enough food to eat.
Another ten or so million was found to build a marble wall
In memory of of those who fell beside me as the earthquake struck.
Do you think that will give them eternal rest.
No future do I see worth having here,
Can you not just let me sleep,
So Christ can rebuild his beloved garden city,
Away from this foul swamp,
Filled with indifference and despair,
That the rest of the country has left to rot.
While my heart may understand
gentle love, our God has planned
While my soul may never presume
His light seeps from my prayer room
While my spirit guides me past the pain
assuring me that I have everything to gain
there is a music, a rhythm, a light
reflecting the wonders of love so right
there is a beautiful, edged in hope
clinging to my thoughts so I can cope
there is a gentling, a joy, a stillness
abiding in my soul, curing every illness
While my heart may be dissatisfied
I cling to the Holy Spirit living inside
While my soul aches as it stumbles along
I’m led by the One who rights all that’s wrong
While my spirit sometimes feels lost
I’m grateful for the One who paid its cost
with Him beside me, enlightening me
I have every reason to bow to my knee
with Him reminding me of precious grace
there is a promise that I’ll soon see His face
with Him silencing all the shame I feel
I have one purpose, so I’ll humbly kneel
While my heart was made right by His love
there is the story sent down from God above
While my soul may be tempted by deadly sin
there is a promise that I’ll have peace within
While my spirit once feared all the dark places
there is assurance that He is where grace is
without a doubt, there is love that never dies
He once died, but in three days, He did arise
without Him, I’d be sure to fall on my face
He is the reason that I know this endless grace
without giving into the darkness that surrounds
He taught me that love could speak without a sound
While my heart pleads for a way to explain
there’s no description of the cross, so inhumane
While my soul seeks to know Him in all His ways
silent prayers plead and I’ll seek Him all my days
While my spirit values the touch of His gentle hand
there’s no doubting, and even when I don’t understand…
I know the way – it is the way of faith so sweet
I know the truth – it is this hope in every heartbeat
I know the life – it is in the love which will complete
I know the ONE, who heals and forgives my worst
I know He spreads His light, quenching every thirst
I know He is my Savior and I will put Him first
I know, without a doubt, that He forgave me
I know, because of Him, I can finally see
I know, when all else fails, His love is the key!
There is one type of writing or form in poetry where you can freely express your thoughts in a different form or format. I call it "prop" poetry. A given one-word title of the poem or a phrase is the subject matter. Make a description of the given word or phrase with parallelism and/or contrasting ideas or thoughts in each line and end the last line with just one word, but doesn't have to be a one-syllable word.
If you are familiar with photopoetry or shape (concrete) poem, we illustrate the subject of the poem in a consistent way as we explore the notion itself in a longer format.
Prop poetry can be written in a single line or up to 100 lines if you want to. Each line doesn't have to start with a capital letter. Each line can be expressed in lower case.
You can also create your own poem in any shape or format that you wish.
We write with simplicity to inspire with a great sense of pride.
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
A miner's lung disease
deadly, but treatable.
Symptomatic
curable
Well.
My Sweetheart
lovely and compassionate
lively and never impersonate
loquacious, but not vicious
gentle and cautious
sweet
Poetry
Your soul that speaks
your heart that leaks
hot or cold
bold
Rain
under the nimbus clouds in bouts
with torn umbrella that pouts
furious and unstoppable
flood in tears immeasurable
drenched in the mud
clenched like a bud
wet
Fireworks
Ssshhhhbooooom!
A Cat's Tantrum
Wwweooooommm!!!
When my daughter was young
She went to a ballet school
The teacher thought it would be fun
To teach some fathers ballet too
She found all of six of us
Who were willing to take her dare
As long as we promised
That at her recital we would be there
She knew it would be humorous
But she wanted the dance steps done just right
So we practiced for six months
In secret late at night
We learned the many positions
We learned leaps and plies, too
But we did draw the line
None of us would wear a pink tutu
On the night of the recital
“Special Guests” is what the program said
“A Performance you won’t want to miss”
Is all the description read
So right after a first grade tap
And before a junior ballet
We flittered across the stage
As music from Swan Lake did play
At first the audience was tepid
Not really interested in a routine
With none of their little ones in it
Until they realized what they had seen
When once again we appeared
In tennis shoes and shorts
Doing plies in third position
Came the snickers and the snorts
We danced our little hearts out
Doing the steps technically precise
While old and young were laughing
At those guys under the lights
We ended our routine
With me doing a split
And stuck in that position
They carried me out for our exit
And now these many years later
My daughter still tells the story
About her ballet recital
When Dad got all the glory
"It's beautiful and bright...
It's a heart humming in the night!"*
That is metaphorically speaking,
without an "as" or "like" leaking.
Originally spoken of a planet...
but what about a pomegranate?--
--selected for your midnight snack
from that day's grocery sack! :D
Could be anything you envision...
don't need the author's permission.
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*First 2 lines were stated in:
"Stella Endicott and the Anything-Is-Possible Poem" :)
by Kate DiCamillo, illustrated by Chris Van Dusen.
I was inspired to begin it, by the very last paragraph:
" 'That's a very good description,' said Horace Broom.
'It sounds like it might be the beginning of a poem.' "
I was also inspired by their teacher, Miss Liliana, who exhorted:
"...a good way to begin an anything-is-possible poem is by thinking metaphorically." (pg. 7).
Then I took the "anything-is-possible" idea a little further...
Feral Exchange
I am well spotted and nasty and do not mind that description
Will gather my fortune whatever is your inappropriate depiction
Dig my teeth into your body and soul straight down to the bone
Leave my scent on your remains with a well-executed stepping stone
Once we hunted together and I took your lead and compassion
Now I chose to digest you in the most vicious contemptible fashion
Watch the smile in my fangs cutting deep into blood and intestine
Straight in the open with no secrets nor lies or honesty clandestine
A hyena must live up to her promise of laughing when stressed
Revenge and retribution is delivered with vengeance at best
Hurt is written on my posture and demeanour when I tear into carrion
I am the epitome of self-righteousness so please don’t call me vulgarian
When I stand upright above your decay you will fall on my sword
As a reward for finding me repulsive now but once had me adored
I’ll clean you because out a divorce is such an opportune affair
To thrive on your misfortune whereas I am cultured and debonair
You got me wrong folks I’m not dirty only clean up after the act
To call me foul or unsocial is totally wrong and dishonestly inexact
Know why I attack my once glorious protector it’s because I can
I got you cold out of balance and that has always been my master plan
‘Oh dear ex fellow hyena you might have forgotten one miniscule detail
In some sense only I’m quite similar to you and can rip out your entrails
But I won’t let’s be clear about virtuous living and ethical behaviour
By retorting with similar greed I would merely be your victim role saviour’
‘I am also a hyena in a way that most humans will never comprehend
Simply because they are your models of ignorance and I will remand
You in your own prison meanwhile I found myself another cuddly companion
Go sharpen your claws if you want but I’ll feast on love and kind understanding’
01st July 2019
Pick a Title Vol 6 Personification Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Hyena
God is indeed a God of abundant mercy
seeking to pour it on the sons of men
this mercy is kind humble and forgiving
something beyond description of earthly pen
This grace was displayed ultimately
by Jesus God’s only begotten son
when He paid the price of man’s sin
man’s salvation proved victory won
But Jesus spoke this great fifth beatitude
when He brought the sermon on the mount
there showing what truly is real mercy
as God conveys it from His blessed fount
So mercies purpose in being received
should not end but be given away
pass it along life’s eternal road
then God brings many a blessed day
So learn well to be merciful
give it your whole full attention
pour it around many others neck
make sure you answer it’s question!
The old oak stands straight, sturdy and tall
I wonder what would happen, should it fall?
A pillar stiff and cold through ages past
It marks many a story held never told
and in darkest shadows lies more to unfold.
Contest Description
1/4/2017
hello soupers.. I’m back!... oh do quill a new poem in 5 LINES ONLY, each line MUST CONTAIN 8 WORDS, JUST 8 WORDS… excited?.. i am, so let’s light the creative fire using the concept : ROOTS... take this where your muse will lead you… just keep the whole content focused…
creative flow, extraordinary imagery , and poetic substance would go a longgg way! ..too many filler words are not encouraged.. remember we only have 40 words to play with!
the contest name is the title of your poem… kindly date your work and include this challenge so I’ll know it’s for me…
categorize as VERSE... (rhyme or free verse is accepted)
An old English dragon is about to emerge dredged up in a lake, where it might have
Been reared.? Not the biggest of the familiy yet the most intact.' Soon to be exibited..Hey I only state facts.! We don't know if it breathed fire.? Or what colour were its eyes at just over thirty feet though
It was of just over medium size ' perhaps it
Lived on its island, with a mum and Dad.?
Maybe just a batchelor.? A sort of Jack
on the scales; as in
Lads..There is also an old castle, not too far away, maybe he had an eye for a princess who can truly say.? Perhaps it had a pet ogre.? Or was friends with an evil queen.? they
could have dined together, on infant children.? It
A tried and tested story theme.'
I suppose things will be revealed
more.? As in the Good book i have
often
seen, a description
Of wild dragons, brave warriors,
giants and
Miracles, so many, very. Diverse scenes.!!!
We’re all so young even the ‘old hands’
Can’t imagine a time with no rope in their hand
It’s riding with heart and unflagging spirit revealed
That’s a fitting description of what’s usually concealed
The dream most have had since they were born
Is riding horses and bulls without scorn
It’s about the ride that 8 seconds of time
That lead you to a place uniquely sublime
Riding whatever it don’t really matter
As long as your heart, family and thoughts aren’t scattered
Whether the big show or not you really don’t mind
You’d ride a milk cow if she’d fly out the gate so inclined
And if you ride for money and fame
No matter the draw you look for no blame
Cause even though bones and tendons are broken
Or you’re deemed old and your thirtieth year is unspoken
It’s the heart that prevails when the body can’t follow
For that 8 second ride that can make you feel hollow
And someday when heart and mind don’t yearn for the ride
And it’s time to reflect and stand off to the side
Life doesn’t end and there’s still plenty to do
Cause there’s always a new rider that wants to be you
And they may need a hand and inspiration or two
And a true cowboy’s heart returns the gift given you