Long Enmity Poems
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Disappointment serves a good purpose
When silence cuts deep
The structure of a moment in your mind
Can show you that your purpose in life was never blind!
When silence cuts so deep that it is difficult to keep your composure
Then you know that the measure of life is signified by
The malice portrayed in the past!
From noise to silence
You understand that a calamity brings sudden changes!
There is now enmity in your life
This path of injustice is a winter’s tale
But you refuse to become a pale figure!
As you pull the trigger of disappointment
You realize that it can be the key to success!
Your pride can stand on the right side and that is why
You can say that when silence cuts deep
You can keep yourself strong because
You know that you belong to something better Or someone better!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2018
I AM A SURVIVOR
Unforgivable betrayal
Once put me in deep dismal.
Generous Time was best healer.
Deceit failed to be a killer.
Envious enmity once chased
Ungrateful wickedness I faced.
Self-esteem was my protector.
I am an unhurt survivor.
Struggling with hostile ambient
Erect head has never been bent.
I survive being born- fighter.
Life is nothing but adventure.
08/29/17
I 'm A Survivor Contest by Julie Rodeheaver
The land shapes people and people shape lands
Tug River tells tales about feudist stands
'Tween Kentuck and Virginny the river runs
Where the rival families took up their guns
Hatfields 'n McCoys roamed "Murder Land"
Cried 'n died by each other's hand
Details were as much fancy as they were fact
As was this revengeful ongoing hillbilly pact
Newspapers spun this yarn of "Outlaw Class"
Took over a hundred years for this plague to pass
"Devil Anse" 'n "Randall" were the family foes
Long-living cheek and jowl as legend goes
Cost many a life of wife, son and daughter
Through decades of feuding, senseless slaughter
Some say that they were driven out by rail
Others knew enmity should surely prevail
Eastern investors were clearly after coal
In the end, as always, control was the goal
By the start of the twentieth century
Appalachians had lost their dignity
O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death! I thank God--through Jesus Christ our Lord! So, then, with the mind I worship Christ, but with the flesh the law of sin. There is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, but according to the Spirit. Romans 7:24 and Romans 8:1
However, according to the Apostle Paul to the Gentiles. Just because we are in Christ Jesus; it does not grant a free license to live our lives according to our sinful flesh. For, it is very true that if we live our lives according to our sinful flesh, the Holy Spirit is not able to actively work inside of of us and He is very displeased with us!
For those who walk according to the flesh set their minds on things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit, the things of the Spirit. For to be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life and peace. Romans 8:5,6
For the carnal mind is at enmity against God; for it is not subject to the law of God, nor indeed can be. So, then those who are in the flesh cannot please God. Romans 8, 6,7
But you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit dwells in you. Now if anyone does not have the Spirit of God He is not His. Romans 8:9
However, once you truly become saved by the Holy Spirit of God, you don in fact remain saved. But we neither try nor test the Spirit of God by also grieving His Holy Spirit by governing our lives according to the will and the works of our fallen sinful natures.
And if Christ is in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give live to your mortal bodies through His Spirit that lives within you. Romans 8:11
For as many who are lead by the Spirit of God, we are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adaption in whom we cry out, "Abba Father." Romans 8:14, 15
Because we are filled with the Holy Spirit, we are the sons and the daughters of Christ Jesus. We are the children of God and joint heirs with Christ and have His free gift of eternal life in Christ Jesus.
All Biblical scriptural verses from the book of Romans are from the NJKV version.
All of my love and my life and my dedication in Christ Jesus.
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
June 25, 2026
August 5 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 36-41
Key Verse – Isaiah 38:20 The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
HEART THAT SINGS TO THE LORD WHO IS READY TO SAVE US
Our heart sings to the Lord Who is ready to save us from restlessness
Due to sinfulness’ oppressiveness
While He reproves our soul against selflessness
By His loving kindness toward gratitude steadfastness.
Our heart sings to the Lord Who is ready to save us from anxiety
Due to transgressions’ enmity
While He checks our devotion against vanity
By His gracious authority toward joyous worship’s sincerity.
Our heart sings to the Lord Who is ready to save us from destruction
Due to abominations’ corruption
While He increases our faith against obstruction
By His powerful redemption toward thanksgiving jubilation.
Our heart sings to the Lord Who is ready to save us from idolatry
Due to pride’s entry
While He rebukes our fears against valor in stewardship infantry
By His Scriptural ministry toward labour-partnership entry.
Our heart sings to the Lord Who is ready to save us from indolence
Due to slothfulness’ prevalence
While He disciplines our attitude against insolence
By His righteous opulence toward diligence of peaceful silence.
Our heart sings to the Lord Who is ready to save us from hypocrisy
Due to contentment’s deficiency
While He molds our character against inconsistency
By His tender mercy toward servanthood persistency.
Our heart sings to the Lord Who is ready to save us from detriment
Due to worldliness’ involvement
While He appraises our commitment against shallow engagement
By His eternal investment toward great commission-engagement.
August 5, 2026
(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank all my poet friends who helped me with suggestions, especially Mystic Rose Rose. My soupmail is non functional most of the time)
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees, stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
The whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven on Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease
Merry ditties shall echo from every street
And children will sing Christmas carols sweet
From the angelic band will rise the refrain
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to all men”
Nov.20. 2022
~ Placed Eighth~
Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Contest
Sponsor – Mystic Rose Rose
Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day,
A lone strand of wax, dancing its aura
Dispels the night –
In a delirium of glimmers that chase away the phantoms of fear,
Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons.
Only a lone flake of snow, in its silvery cascades,
Composes a divine ode
That could launch upon the crests of time
An avalanche of harmonic purity,
That seraphically fills the flesh of the world with psalms of clear powers.
Just one rebel petal upright in gales and storms,
Rising like an oasis in wild deserts,
Adorning resignation with an outpouring of grandeur,
Alone in its belief,
Nameless heroism - an avalanche of stout essences,
A cry that blossoms in orbits of daring.
Just an echo of prayer, the murmur of a pierced chest,
Can transform souls into gusts of wind,
In the avalanche of affection that overflows unnatural boundaries
Dressing enmity in cocoons of phosphorescent loves.
So shine, divine pioneer, with your eternal wick,
Wave galleries of grace over expanses of shadow,
Your spark rustles - an awakening avalanche –
The hour of resurrection in the crucible of deep night.
Be that snow that snows from the wisdom of endurance,
The flower that unfurls storms,
The candelabra of life in crypts of mist,
The pulsating prayer, the heart of celestial chant,
Constant in the celebration of its sidereal rebirth.
Are there any patriots left
to howl and cry for the sake of audacity
that echoes through eternity?
Is courage enough to defy ghastly death?
Stand on a pedestal and declare victory,
while tyrants continue their walk to enmity!
How often does someone come along
with a plan beneficial to Humanity?
Isn't greed their rising to power from thin air?
We've heard the hypocrisy of their song,
no mention of trustworthiness but fanfare!
Is this a play written without irony?
A cry of audacity is greater than cowardice,
to hide prospective and strategic ideas;
a throne was the centre stage of kings,
they governed according to empathy or malice!
Does a pathetic liar fall flat on his face,
and yet unharmed gets up to redo his betrayal and win the race?
Bigots follow him to his end, not weighing the cost of pretense!
The deceiver lives in luxury,
he wears designer clothes,
he looks elegant, a politician so creepy,
on the front page of Time Magazine:
is he another fake generator so mean?
Who's paying for all costs,
is he minimizing losses?
His fallout is an accurate prophecy!
They allow him to do more damage,
no blind can see the actual carnage
of bleeding folks who are denied pity and clemency;
they count nickels and dimes to feed their family!
Some folks lack guts; they let fate run its course!
They stay silent, allowing things to get worse;
lift your cry of audacity; it can't lie in dreary shadows:
doers are heroes, lazy people only wait for handouts!
the eyes of evil
blankly stare with hate and rage
the eyes of evil
judged then passed a death sentence
upon humanities fate
across sundays sand
happy laughter turned to screams
across sundays sand
the innocent cried tears red
as the golden glow darkened
the tidal current
swirled with hatred and despise
the tidal current
flowed with the abysses darkness
to an enmity innate
the innocent died
to the dark hands of hatred
the innocent died
to the crackles echoing
as they cut the sabbaths dusk
the shattered moments
when all society mourns
the shattered moments
the white doves of peace tears fall
now, the pressure cooker boils
loki:
For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World ´s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"
Odin:
"Too cunning and unpredictable you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your strength and hunger in magick and in power
Then even my own, Tyrs and Heimdalls combined,
greedier than ravens, you sought ever more;
that's why we tied you,torso, legs and arms
In your own sons entrails for blood runs thicker than water."
loki:
"Was in nine realms no room for a trickster lord
Was there no realm that you could offer, i who existed even before you?
Of choice you bereft me to change my ways.
My trust you betrayed - Tyr and Odin Wotan most of all,
For you swore by your blood to protect and care for me when no other wouldst
You who ´d fed me and cared like a father for me
The most cursed of primordials i was.
"All of you lost your honor that day;
stronger was I, but still you tricked me:
Cunning magic you cowards employed--
Tyr you let pay for the promise you broke.
"Eternity ´s enmity is what I owe you.
Raving my greed now, grown with the years:
Not quite enough are the nine worlds to feed me,
to slake my hunger for revenge they´ll hardly suffice."
The nine worlds the aesir and vanir cherish shall fall to end my enmity
Odin:
"I stand against you to strike you back,
though well I know what wyrd is mine:
That I will fall with all my Einherjar,
whose lives I ´ve taken, that life might survive.
"With bitter sacrifice bought I the wisdom
for many a day this doom to delay;
hope I have kindled, none kept for myself:
Two mortals survive in the wood of the Tree.