Long Electing Poems
Long Electing Poems. Below are the most popular long Electing by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Electing poems by poem length and keyword.
"I beg You, show me Your glory," Moses said
but God snuck past, back-turned, revealing not His glorious head
Moses didn't know they had to wait for God Incarnate, instead
for God's glory -- no mistaking!
“Glory to God...on earth peace, goodwill to men”
seeking the True Light, God will not refuse to enlighten
believing in His Name --Jesus-- Messiah! makes us God's children
His historic birth -- world-shaking!
Government rests on His shoulders -- electing
most thought, this is not the Messiah we are expecting
Theotokos, handmaiden of the Lord, accepted -- reflecting
Rejoice! God's angels -- partaking!
Each morning, let Christmas Joy bloom in your heart
He's the Reason for the Season on His Birthday, as a start
His humility overcame the world; Mary's Heart-- our rampart
her motherly prayers -- painstaking!
A shower of roses from Heaven -- promised
St. Therese wrote of Jesus asleep in her boat -- calmest
glorify the Lord's Name, sunrise to sunset, pronounced the psalmist
celebrate the Christ Child waking!
Offer roses to her, in all the bustle
do little things with love, to slow down the Christmas hustle
the Prince of Peace shows Mercy-- new each morning-- so stop the tussle
pray to avoid wars -- peacemaking!
Our rosaries offer heavenly roses
don't you want to please Jesus, Mary, and Joseph's noses?
Christ's meditation is even more face-to-Face than with Moses
to see His Face... the world's aching!
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspirations for references:
~Christmas
~Psalm 113:3
~Isaiah 9:6
~Matthew 5:9
~Luke 1:38
~Luke 2:14
~John 1:9, 12
~John 16:33
~CCC 2308
~St. Therese writings
~Lamentations 3:11, 18, 22-23
~Divine Mercy Novena Day 5
~"33 Days to Greater Glory: A Total Consecration to the Father through Jesus Based on the Gospel of John" by Fr. Michael Gaitley, MIC (Day 1: A Prophet like Moses)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With Each Morning Poetry Contest
Submitted Friday, August 11, 2023
Deadline: Monday, September 11, 2023
Sponsored by: Martin Braun
Once again silence envelopes me, like a thick blanket choking me, thrashing and panicking I wish to escape and wonder why you have left me like this? Why you have left me with such emptiness, such silence, digging into me, ripping me apart… “Please, do not abandon me…” I wish to say, to plead…to beg, but no words escape me for I can no longer breathe.
All I did was listen, that’s all I’ve ever done, and then…you’re gone and I feel so alone…so alone. Lost in a never ending darkness, floating aimlessly and I cannot find my way. All I did was listen, all I’ve ever done was listen, I was only ever by your side. Was that not enough? Did you want more? What more can I give? Please, tell me why must you hide, why must the silence over take us-me? Why must I be left on the sidelines…why must I be forgotten…?
When you speak with others, can you not speak with me as you speak with them? Do you feel shamed when spending time with me? Must our friendship be hidden? I do not understand… I wish to, I wish so much to understand you but I cannot. I cannot see when my only light is gone.
They are the only ones for you, they are your friends…I am the forgotten one. Abandoned; left behind, in silence, darkness, and sorrow. They are the ones for you, they are the ones you love, they are the ones you praise and honour…What am I? what am I?
Why do I surround myself around you, why do I care so much, when you obviously care so little? Do you even care at all? Am I just someone to fill the space, am I just someone to pass the time with until you can be with your real friends, once again leaving me on my own…
In glowing light you saturate them in words of precious gold, honors adorned by you electing them to be your true friends. Telling me that you adore them, love them, so; that they listen quite often to what you say, that you can tell them anything without fear of them judging you and all the while I listen to such high praise. As you bestow upon them the highest honor one can receive from you-the gift of true friends- I listen as you continuously adorn them with riches of words…
What am I to you? WHO am I to you? Will you ever say, will I ever know? Is there anything to say, anything to know? Or shall I always be left in the dark silence?
08/20/2012
---------------------
In glowing light you saturate them in words of precious gold, honors adorned by you electing them to be your true friends. Telling me that you adore them, love them, so; that they listen quite often to what you say, that you can tell them anything without fear of them judging you and all the while I listen to such high praise. As you bestow upon them the highest honor one can receive from you-the gift of true friends- I listen, but I can’t help it as my mind wonders ‘where do I fit among those you praise’? Between the lines I remain, unsure as to where I truly belong.
Can I find myself; the monster, the witch, amongst these silver knights of yours, or shall I stay hidden, beside myself watching, loving, caring for you from afar?
I never really know just where I stand; I don’t know what or who I am to you.
But on you go about them, your true, amazing friends as I listen, secretly listening wish I too, could make you so happy. I hope that maybe someday, you will see just what you mean to me, that you’ll understand you are my one true friend-My best friend. The only one who has stayed by my side? And I’ll continue to listen to you. Continue to read all you write for the others, and I’ll continue to give you all I have until you hold the entirety of my heart in your hand until there’s nothing more of me but emptiness and all I have you shall receive, as it’s reserved for just you until the very last breath I have leaves me.
Never will you really know how your lack of words is so much louder than any words that could ever be spoken. But still I keep everything for you because you are everything to me-my best friend, the only one to have ever stuck around…I so wish I could do the same, but I am not like the others. I am the nothing that fills the empty space around you, the nothing that hovers and clings to you like a leech. I am a nobody, a nothing but a ‘someone’…
A someone unknown to most, a someone who cannot express a damned thing in a way that makes sense.
But still I sit by you, I stand by your side and hope you know I am here for you; always here forever. If ever you need someone to lean on, someone to carry you up the mountain of turmoil…I will.
When their daughter asks them about the Renaissance,
they’ll tell her about Da Vinci’s ‘Last Supper’, Andreas Versailus and Nicholas Copernicus but I wish them to tell her how Galileo Galilei was imprisoned by the Priests for declaring facts against their theological principles and how Martin Luther led the Reformation.
I need them to tell her how Michelangelo wrote a sonnet about misery and the distasteful side of his work on the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
Will they tell her about the barbarous Crusades right before the Renaissance and the French wars of religion?
I want them to tell her how Mussolini came up with something as inhuman as Fascism and how Hitler killed Yahudis for being who they are and how it’s recognized as the most unfortunate event of the record.
I want them to explain how religion played an appearance in most of the disastrous wars in the history, but they won’t.
I want to her to learn about Humanism before any other ism but they won’t tell her about Secularism.
They’ll teach her religion and how supreme their religion is, but they won’t talk about Communalism because they’ll be too apologetic.
She’ll read about the Indus Valley, the Mughals, the Marathas and the British. She’ll ask them about the Partition of India in 1947 and they’ll address it to her as history but she’ll also ask them about the 2002 and 2020 communal riots in the country and they won’t reveal about it. They won’t discuss it to her as history because they’ve been a part of it, their families have been the reason.
I want them to tell her they were too busy getting tattoos and piercings done, figuring their lives and love of their lives out and that they were extremely busy plotting their Vegas trip and when she demands them about the Renaissance in India, I wish them to tell her how they’ve been performing their roles by spreading communal hatred through social media stories and electing Fascist leaders.
They’ll keep feeding their religion to her
so they can use her as a medium against secularism
and finally one day
when she chooses to not support them any longer,
She Will Become The Renaissance.
Mine fervent aspiring political activism...
Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate,
cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.
Scant hours after posting Facebook message
Monday February 17, 2020
(regarding becoming linkedin
among Bernie Sanders's supporters
within Southeastern Montgomery Pennsylvania
hinting genuine motive (mine of course)
to join local grassroots bandwagon
electing catapulting aforementioned
Democratic candidate president,
into Oval Office
overwhelmingly elected
Tuesday November 3, 2020
an unexpectedly pleasant forthcoming response
(courtesy Jon Hall seven nine five eight at gmail)
informed yours truly transcendently, telepathically
inspired debate watch party
would be (accompanied when in full swing)
by most popular contra dance bands,
and eminently choreographed counting
topnotch cadres of policy wonks
upstairs at Molly Maguire's Irish Restaurant
(197 Bridge Street,
Phoenixville, Pennsylvania)19460
slated for Wednesday
March 19th, 2020 at 2000 hours military time.
Guess what dear readers...?
Yours truly, (an aging,
albeit eternally youthful
long haired pencil necked geek)
never experienced sought after fraternization
think ennobling rite of northwest passage
comprising electrifying informality
getting plugged into self-described
indomitable enthralling brouhaha
starring none other than
Democratic socialist and independent senator
from Green Mountain state
(by Samuel de Champlain in 1647)
Bernie Sanders exuding vim and vinegar
at age seventy eight
heartily hailing (no kidney ying)
who served in government since 1981.
I showed up at designated place
and specified time,
and got politely informed
courtesy young attractive hostess,
no such arousing, inspiring, spine tingling...
commingling of eager electorates slated,
thus overzealousness (mine)
bit the dust i.e. never got kickstarted.
Mine fervent aspiring political activism...
Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate,
cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.
Scant hours after posting Facebook message
Monday February 17, 2020
(regarding becoming linkedin
among Bernie Sanders's supporters
within Southeastern Montgomery Pennsylvania
hinting genuine motive (mine of course)
to join local grassroots bandwagon
electing catapulting aforementioned
Democratic candidate president,
into Oval Office
overwhelmingly elected
Tuesday November 3, 2020
an unexpectedly pleasant forthcoming response
(courtesy Jon Hall seven nine five eight at gmail)
informed yours truly transcendently, telepathically
inspired debate watch party
would be (accompanied when in full swing)
by most popular contra dance bands,
and eminently choreographed counting
topnotch cadres of policy wonks
upstairs at Molly Maguire's Irish Restaurant
(197 Bridge Street,
Phoenixville, Pennsylvania)19460
slated for Wednesday
March 19th, 2020 at 2000 hours military time.
Guess what dear readers...?
Yours truly, (an aging,
albeit eternally youthful
long haired pencil necked geek)
never experienced sought after fraternization
think ennobling rite of northwest passage
comprising electrifying informality
getting plugged into self-described
indomitable enthralling brouhaha
starring none other than
Democratic socialist and independent senator
from Green Mountain state
(by Samuel de Champlain in 1647)
Bernie Sanders exuding vim and vinegar
at age seventy eight
heartily hailing (no kidney ying)
who served in government since 1981.
I showed up at designated place
and specified time,
and got politely informed
courtesy young attractive hostess,
no such arousing, inspiring, spine tingling...
commingling of eager electorates slated,
thus overzealousness (mine)
bit the dust i.e. never got kickstarted.
It was my plan to set aside this past week
to prepare for the Quantitative Graduate Record Exam.
A week ago this seemed like a big number
for ample review,
time set aside from more typical U.S. autumn events,
like electing a white male economic supremacist for President,
after having taken a 12 year break
from all those irrational remainders.
I have always thought math should be revolutionary,
climatic,
resonantly resolving like rainbow harmonies of scale,
profoundly correlational with geometric truths
as algebraic beauty,
and I suppose it may be all those good things
yet this week math feels suspiciously snarky and sinister,
replete with far more ways to go wrong
than right.
So today I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t bother
with these mysterious Quantities of testing.
Although I did well forty years ago
and didn’t know any more or less
about mathematical machinations then
than now.
Or so I thought
until I actually opened up the GRE review section.
When did math become so monochromatically dull,
devoid of plot
and anything resembling metaphysical charisma?
Soon I found the verbal questions
much more edifying.
Well, OK, not really that,
but more entertaining than watching formulas dry
and principles march in relentless mind-numbing LeftBrain dominant lock-step.
It took years of ecotherapy to overcome
white male LeftBrain dominance
and now, so late in life,
discovering I don’t even miss it
any more or less than zero-sum WinLose economics.
But, I think I will visit the Quantitative section
day after tomorrow
Say goodbye to old friends
I’ve never had occasion to use
or abuse
due to relentless negative correlational neglect.
It might be fun
to see if I guess as well as I used to
when I was still young enough
to believe metric right or wrong could possibly matter.
Now I know it’s just not true
except for statistical analysis,
which is at least as much about
the politics of subjective Electoral College economics,
as objective rules of fair and accurately cooperative procedures,
verified as reified by all.
This earth and all who are in it see the sheer madness of what mans all about.
People have been the same since the beginning, they have their doubts.
Loosing sight of the true meaning of life, they kill, breaking God’s laws.
10 Commandments, they can’t even keep one and that sticks in our Father’s craw.
The Commandments are put in place so that man can have a peaceful life.
Carnal man can’t figure it out, pretty simple, yet we are in strife.
Think if everyone loved one another like God planned this world would be great.
What we have here is disobedience to God’s laws, we can’t get it straight.
The first Commandment is to love God with all your heart and soul.
He is the Creator, the Loving true Spirit, Creating a beautiful world.
When we forget to put family values and the Father’s love above all else.
We allow Satan the deceiver to control the madness we do what we want regardless.
Only a tiny flock will be in God’s kingdom at the end of this age.
The Bible states that’s so, read it, turn the page.
The great tribulation will be coming you read it everyday in the newspaper.
Using the Bible and studying Revelations, you’ll see God’s Spiritual despair.
He gave Moses these 10 to make our lives better He shows us a better way.
How to love, cherish, your fellow humans, and how we should pray.
Corrupted politicians, church elders, transgress against God’s edicts and laws, the devil has us all fooled.
We keep electing them, although many are false teachers and elders, allowing things like perversions in our schools.
We have a chance, a slight one at best we need God fearing people who act out of love to make this world repent.
Asking God to put honorable men in office and in the churches who teach the Commandments, heaven sent.
When the family values are trashed, we break God’s laws and for this we will incur His wrath.
The Commandments of our Father are simple and sure, if we don’t follow them, then we deserve all we get, a gloomy final path.
Today’s a day that’s supposedly filled with political rhapsody/
Yet I sit down and write these words in full spiritual apathy/
I rather be electing a leader whose ideas can capture me/
Chattel ghosts are after me so I can’t afford to be an absentee/
That’s the way it has to be. Many died for my right to choose/
Even if I don’t like the dudes, I must vote, despite the mood/
Despite my feelings that elections do little to bring changes/
Choosing sadists with king wages as their armies sing praises/
Imitation sages. Thinking their group rhetoric is visionary/
Ideas as basic as having sex in positions missionary/
Political dysentery. This system has always been infected/
Vote’s been subjective since the first slave owner’s been elected/
I’ve been neglected and I don’t have the dough to get noticed/
One of the faceless voters. A pawn used in racist quotas/
I face disorder but I’m weighed down by a chaotic tapestry/
Guilty of blasphemy as I elect the next masonic majesty/
The honest travesty is the reality that we’re all expendable/
The poor’s reprehensible as the rich’s laws are extensible/
Democrats more sensible? They all come blunt? I doubt it/
Republicans don’t like me. At least they’re up front about it/
Our wisdom’s clouded. We can’t see their both on the same team/
With the same dream/
Get as much as they can then wipe the slate clean/
This bipartisan system doesn’t allow new voices to surface/
The powers that be, when faced with new choices, get nervous/
They’re hired to serve us, but we transformed them into royalty/
Despite what we feel morally, parties demand total loyalty/
Pay raises quarterly as their conduct grows more disorderly/
Abhorring me and the very few civil laws supporting me/
I don’t mean to be apathetic about the electoral process/
Keeping tabs on the government is an acceptable obsess/
A myth like Lochness? Is Democracy just a pipe dream?/
I must vote to find out. No matter how pointless it might seem...
Form:
We should never mince words,
when speaking of politicians;
but instead, call them what they are…
completely delusional.
We listen to their speeches;
which are nothing more than,
fictional stories.
Every election day, millions rush to the polls,
to vote for the wooden head, that they think will…
actually work, for the people;
none ever do.
Every single time,
they work, only for themselves.
The people are consistently…
bamboozled by those,
ego maniacal, Ponzi princes in silk suits.
Democrat-schmemocrat; Republican-mumblycan;
they’re both the same…
they are their own, piggy banks
and they collect…way too much, from the poor;
including lives.
One would think that the next election,
would wake everyone up;
instead, people go back to the polls
and vote for the opposite party’s, wooden head.
They back and forth, flip-flop;
no one seems to understand,
that electing someone of a completely different party;
might have the potential to get something done.
People live under the delusion,
that they need to elect someone,
with business experience.
While countries have businesses;
they are not businesses, in and of themselves;
they are people.
People are not businesses that you can manipulate.
The farmer has experience, as does the soldier,
the banker, the baker, the lawyer and the teacher.
Every individual striving for a good life;
has some sort of experience;
ideas, plans and innovations to offer.
Those who run a country;
must have the foresight,
to see the people and their needs, first.
Seasoned politicians apparently,
see their own bank accounts and fame;
they revel in delusions of grandeur.
Elusive seems the idea,
that the people could form their own parties
and nominate, real human beings.
When the next election rolls around.
ignore the schmem’s and mumblies
and replace them with ordinary people.
Those that you know; in the know;
could be a refreshing change,
for the future.