Long Earths Poems
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My heart is broken for our dear Texan dears
Happy campers
Then flash flood washed way
in earth's tears
Words escape me as I write my heart
That grieves with you whose hearts are torn apart
The yellow rose of each precious soul
A childhood dream was summer camp's goal
And oh, the glorious Fourth of July
Turned from delight to "Oh, Dear God, why?"
What words could I lend to each of you
I pray that God will see you through
In tears I reach across the miles
That somehow God would gift you smiles
Of those who now in heaven's wake
Above the heartache's of sorrow's quake
Gaze in glorious wonder and awe
At Christ Himself and angels they saw
Far beyond earth's pain and deception
The safe Haven of Heaven's purest joy
and elation
Father God, comfort dear Texas tonight
Give them heavenly visions
God, hold each soul tight
In Heavenly Father's sweet loving arms
Above sorrow and pain and earths
Flash flooding harms
Please hold them dear Father,
All those mourning here
Give them comforting visions
Holy Spirit, draw near
Far above sorrow of valley and glen
Our prayers reach to heaven
Again, and again
I pray Thee, send comfort
In Your Name Lord
Amen
I write like bakers bake
my rhymes make earth shake
Going into contest with me was your biggest mistake
I control the earths plates, tectonics, your rhymes are bollocks
I cause land slides and earthquakes
I don't hate but I do devastate,
Is the rhythm of your rhyme hidden?
I'm going back and forth with my decision
I'd like to think it's something I'm missin'
but I cant see it in what you've written,
You stagnate rhymes
I contemplate the punishment for these crimes,
don't harp that you'll defeat me
I'm a giant you can't even see me
Now back and forth like red and meth I hand you over to little missy,
you pissed us both off so we share a rhyme to make you look silly..........
Your rhymes don't even matter
my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my homies gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
It might not concern you but
I'll thermonuclear burn you, you're a human sacrifice
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ and
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices
Me n trim shady here to party like Tom Brady
We stay cooler than an Eskimo baby
V is for Victory, we mastered your trickery
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me
Fire colabs from here to infinity
you heard her infinity
even with a radar and map you cant find our reality
we're in another galaxy
you've barely the ability of a fetus
how dare you compete with us
and this U S U K special relationship isn't putting you at a handicap
it's natures act, you can't rhyme or rap
put your dick between your legs and make a tail
walk away with your head down cus your insults fail,
the only insult that landed is that you went up against us
with terrible stale dribble
that you squiggle
all brainless and minimal
like an unevolved mammal
writing without the opposable thumb by miracle
sounding dumb and undesirable,
when I read it I became miserable,
I desire a quick fire high flyer
like me with quick wit that aspires but you were dire
and dim, you aint no Trim,
you're a fool who should return to school.
collaboration with Brenda Chiri
first and third Trim
second Brenda
If I leave here, will you remember?
If I were to go, will I still be a name?
Where do you go when the pain
Is too much and time puzzles the mind?
When did the fall become the deal breaker
That stole the man when the snake bit
And the heel bruised so easy as the fruit fell,
And the bounce returned the pain,
As the tumble caused the sprain that broke a love,
Now everything that lives is dying
While the falling body hits the dirt and bounces
Once for mankind, twice for the sinner’s prayer,
Living in the shelter of the rain that falls to refresh;
If I leave here, will you ever know that I’ve been?
If I were to go, will you say I was never seen?
Where can you go when there is pain
And too much time ensnares the mind?
And after the fall, the deal was we rule,
Taking the resources and keeping them close,
Destroying the good, and embracing the bad
Watching the bounce when the reaction came,
Did the strain ever make it a pain for living?
When all is dying because of greed,
Bodies tumble under your feet as you try to sleep,
Once for mankind, twice for the sinner’s prayer,
Breaking out of the shelter, run in the rain, fail to refresh;
And a child will lead them,
The lion and the lamb shall lie down,
And the shepherd will tend his flock
When every eye shall see the revelation,
Breaking out of heavens lock
Bursting onto earths heavy gates,
Waking the redeemed and setting free the chained;
After the fall comes the rising, live again,
Created resource’s delivered by a holy hand,
Breaking the bonds that bound the souls of man,
Catching the bounce, as life is restored once more,
Just as the tomb broke open, and Christ amazed,
Will we the dying cease because of good?
And Adam stands before his Creator,
Forgiven, redeemed, restored as in the beginning,
A child led the lion and the lamb,
A cross shadowed the land,
Yes, man is free to see life again,
When we leave here, we will remember;
When we leave, memories will not falter,
When we go, we take our new name,
Where we find there is no more pain,
And time is plentiful, no more puzzling on our mind,
And a child leads the lion and the lamb,
But a King looks upon his people
Smiles and turns to the throne,
Rising with joy at the sound of the chorus,
Hallelujah! To the King of kings.
©Steve Gregory 2021/2025
Stretching at the very heavens are the braches of autumn,
It is becoming the season of death, and mother natures promise
Of rebirth is with drawing, leaving nothing behind but stilled
Whispering echoes.
The very ground itself grows fidgeted, as winters icy finger tips
Strangle at earths raw under belly, finally it yields to the pains
Agony and nature lies slain, forced into hibernation’s sleep, until
Spring breath will awaken it at last, with resurrection’s sweet kiss of life
Once more.
A screeching black raven clings to the darkening skies, one by one do
These harvengers of death land atop the trees icy prongs that bend and
Brake beneath their feather weight of distain.
Dark eyed demons ever watching, waiting unto the night takes passion
Of this world of the living, these sentinels of the demonic peck, and strike
At one another with anticipations things to come by night.
A stilled silence blankets the forest; nothing stirs except the creaking of
The ice in a near by stream, on the path a sobering wind rustles at the deadened
Leaves that crackle in the fall breeze.
It so creeps forward the feeling of uneasiness, the soft breath blowing against
The back neck hairs of humanity, a lumbering heaviness boggs down the air itself,
Almost choking the life from all living things in the surrounding venue.
Excited the black birds take winged flight, soaring screeching, announcing it
Comes, it comes!!
Shuttering nature pulls its white snow covering over its very head, she even
Wishes not to see, this true face of evil that cometh forward, the ethereal trap
Door has been triggered, and what elopes onwards cannot be stopped by
Any powers on earth.
Blow does the trumpets of heaven, angels take to the winds of destiny, beckoning
The evil to with draw, but it mocks at them, screaming in a howling’s rebuking,
I listen not to the likes of thee!!
Then a light unseen for many a millennium comes forward, it is the light of
Everlasting salvation, then creature of darkness shall thee do battle with me,
Nay I will with draw, backwards from winnest it came it vaporizes and disappears.
In the woods there is a path, never to crossed by humanity, their thou shall not
Step, for the essence of evil’s cold chill still lingers, in the autumn chilling wind.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Bowing humbly, before "The Father of Light!"
That I could gather in, the four corners of the earths wind
To spread them out as a garment, before their vision
As the stars within the firmament, across the night skies
Transcending, this place and time....
These billowing clouds, that have showered these eyes!
While I stand upon eternities edge
Looking across this chasm, and down, into the valley below
The piteous pangs of reverberating echoes, wistfully crying
Pleading with Heavens, heart and soul
To release their spirits, from this anguish inside
This house of torment, that has marked their lives....
My outstretched hands, beckoning to the four winds
To gather them in, before the end of days, forever arrives?
My moment, my existence, my breath and my life
Standing, with "Jesus Christ!"
Speaking of tales, into my soul which has crossed
Long ago, this barrier of flesh and bone....
Nothing has changed-it has always been the same
From the days of Cain, unto this moments final edge
Where upon We now stand, facing this wall of tumultuous tides
Blackened curtains, of darkness' forever veiled desires
Permeating, with showers of lightning, amid their approaching plight....
While the 'Children of Promise,' longingly await
These forever breakings, of histories fetters and chains
That have shackled their souls, unto the thorns of fate?
'Heavens Mighty Angels,' forever closing, 'This Book'
That has dissolved within my hands
As the 'Sprinkling of Blood,' trickled, upon my opened palms....
Above this valley, these outstretched arms, 'Nailed to "The Cross"'
Standing with "Christ," and the 'Prophets of "Light!"'
The 'Children of Tomorrow,' now, gathering in these four winds
From the corners of this place-to cast them into their eyes
The eye of the storm, that lies ahead....
Forever extinguishing its fire, within its smoldering ashes, of smoke
Which shall never henceforth, ever, rise again!?
As "The Precious Blood," trickles upon the valley
Of times endless sea of "Souls"
Echoing no more, with sounds of sorrow-'Paradise Restored'
In "The Land of The Living"....
To cast 'This Spear,' into the heart of the shadows, darkened demise!
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{"Bright Light"}
Form:
To quantify an equation,
takes more than mere calculation,
Take the sun and moon,
now consider they’re coordinations,
One 8 light minutes from earth,
other just a single light second,
Both appear the same size in the sky,
more or less it’s reckoned,
So how can it be, very simply
put, it’s an optical illusion,
Sun is 400 times further away,
and part of this cosmic collusion,
While heck the moon is 400 times
smaller, a very neat solution,
So in effect an eerie perfect
resemblance, bit like evolution.
I’m not buying random
chaos, just because all appears right,
Must take luminosity into
consideration, to bring in the light,
This is where I have problems,
accepting some natural phenomena,
Damn moon is more than a rock,
reflecting rays of minuscule quanta.
Every now and then, blocking
the whole sun in a shadow,
Albeit along strange curved paths,
sometimes very narrow,
Such a perfect arrangement,
one so complex, yet it’s known,
In geostationary observation,
light photons reveal a solid stone.
Bizarre or factual, we predict
eclipses with unfailing accuracy,
Thousands of years past and future,
are detailed miraculously,
But for me it’s too convenient,
so much I refuse to believe,
This accident of serendipitous
alignment, real purpose does deceive.
A yardstick of information,
used to prove Einsteins relativity,
During an eclipse, light from stars
behind the sun, bends in reactivity,
That moon is our starting point,
Earths next stage of devolution,
Put there by god knows what,
for humanities ultimate revolution.
I know this poem is filled, with
many cosmic contradictions,
Without any scientific limits,
my mind holds no restrictions,
Subjects always beg questions,
blind acceptance just needs faith,
But we’re more than any rock,
locked in gravitational embrace.
These steppingstones to reality,
lie strategically well placed,
All the information we need,
lies before our eyes in space,
Each one has pointers, not
buried but within plain view,
Secrets can be deciphered, it’s
human imagination solves the clue.
By
David Kavanagh
Einstein figured out relativity
through his mind experiments
using the power of imagination
The moon proved he was right.
He told the tales with likes and similes
human character dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life just like a mist
as touched by divine spark like children kissed
He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty
painted pictures that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities that would last eternity
Those he drew were woman child and man
in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan
a future government by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who like his Son in mind
The currant rulers here described as beast
devour and make suffer great to least
he implicated leaders intentions as the cause
as having violated all of the natural laws
He pointed out the signs to tell the time
how earth and heaven his plans to realign
where peace on earth in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting life they will maintain
Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden understand
he intends this projects finish by his Son
with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done"
I must advise you those in the grave are dead
they will remain there until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth in a future time
While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend who was dead and in a grave
forth the example of what his future rule will pave
How can you not get it the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony
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housed within mine impenetrable hermetically
sealed invisible bubble
draped with blackened Hades
hued habiliment therein dwelt
sinister saboteur mastermind marauder of the Hubble
who demanded sacrifice to traverse
river styx with unadulterated gelt
which known phantasmagorical
donning double dutchmen's britches
whose piercing fiery ocular presence unseen but felt
thine true self amidst the aftermath
from Armageddon rubble
astride charred global ruins
entire civilization did melt
entire planet prognosticated
by Maya sages with 11th hour stubble
birthed this Darth Vader nemesis
with evil upon earth he did pelt
annihilating mankind, the derelict species
that fueled trouble
hence evil twin appointed apocalyptic
malevolence spelt
with mass crematorium desecration
left horrific blistering welt!
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countdown to *****sapiens extinction
predicted millenniums in past
to occur December 21 two thousand
and twelve after common era
whereby catastrophic spark detonating
inferno incinerating blast
eradicating extant flora and fauna
bereft sans hegira
with no means to interrupt the dusk key die
since dawn of civilization cast.
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impossible to escape ominous predetermined
fate of human rat race
nor turn back hands of time with origin
of species on clock face
thus ticking closer to hour of doomsday
without faith to brace
allowing, enabling and providing Gaia
to redeem terrestrial space
vestiges of teeming billions soon
erased criminal minds without a trace
forcefully relinquishing simians
planetary stranglehold amazing grace
proffering tabula rasa for another
dominant species to claim the place.
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sirens promulgate emergency toward
impending inescapable cataclysm
yet no place to run or hide lest one boards
a rocket light-years away
which makes suspense thrillers
birthed by John Grisham
enviable plot to keep total Earths’
destruction at bay.
Form:
When each day begins
and each evening ends
knowing Earth is within our redemption intent,
our commitment to Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
within our humane-divine
nature-spirited species,
within our multi-species relationships,
within Earth,
upon Earth,
around Earth,
through Earths emerging sacred climates
cosmology
theology
ethology,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable co-redemptive intended activities and investments,
evolve co-empathic awarenesses,
grow moments of bilateral Grace consciousness
transpire to transubstantiate
occurring and re-occurring event patterns
and rhythm landscapes within
and climates without,
in-between these dawn and dusk sacred wonder events.
To do less,
to invest less than everything,
is to risk Win-Lose harm to oneself,
and to one's sacred democratic cooperative trust
in truths restoring justice
over lies and errors disintegrating relationship,
To cooperate nondually more, so less dualistically interpreted divisions,
and dipolar, so less bipolar competitions,
and appositional, so less oppositional assumptions
between God's HolySpirit
and MatrioticEarth's Holonic Nature.
Judeo-Christian Creation Stories
are invitations toward restoration
of primal NatureSpirit Relationship;
not judgment against the too-secular, fallen, and unredeemed.
When our teachers teach other-phobia,
then we are listening and following
and too often voting for
false fake-evangelical prophets
of God as a Wanna-Be Totalitarian Fascist,
a Hater of Evil destining HellFire Futures
more than a MultiCultural Healer
toward Love-Lives Eternal.
We identify fake-patriotism
by discerning divine-humane rights
and wrongs
of monotheistic triumphalism,
rather than Gospel integrity
of profound Love
for Sacred Earth.
When each day begins
and each evening dissolves into
Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable activities and investments,
transpire to transubstantiate.
The path splits as unfortune would tell
The crooked, splintered sign gives warn
One says that it's the Highway to Hell
The other points to The Children of the Corn
Sudden dizziness overwhelms your entire Being
Vertigo has seem to have spun you around
The fog and mist hinder what you are seeing
Your legs cramp up as you fall to the ground
The mind numbs into a state of confusion
Unable to decide which path to take
Maybe it is all just an optical illusion
That this creepy feeling is just a fake
Standing you wobble and veer to the right
Taken as a sign your path is chosen
The Darkness has painted the blackest of night
Blind with frightened feet now frozen
A sudden wind so warm yet gives you a chill
Erupts from somewhere an unknown direction
Shhh be quiet hold completely still
As the wind whispers "You have no protection"
Panic drips sweat down a furrowed brow
And pools around your sinking feet
Your mind screams to do something now
Your Soul only feels the agony of defeat
Now waist deep paralyzed in fear
All motor skills seem to have died
Passing your chest just under your ear
Dancing in the Devils undertow tide
Panic short changes your very last breath
As the pool of tears pulls you deep within
Strong hands pull down into certain death
Lungs fill with the hot blood of sin
Thoughts no longer seem to make sense
As you plummet down to the earths core
The pull of this gravity is just too intense
As you slam face first into a burning red door
The door bursts open into this fiery cave
The noise now chatters of the insane
Pain explodes while flames lick your grave
Sanity burns out all the remnants of sane
The Red Beast appears laughing in Hell's sky
Flashing his fake veneer evil smile
Please this isn't real rubbing your eye
Laughing in your ear this Devil in denial
Hot it's so hot as organs start to boil
The putrid smell of fire burnt skin
Change you feel as a new tail uncoils
New chapter, new life as a Demon begins
Written for poetry contest "Scary Stories" 10/08/24
Hosted by: Crystol Woods