Long Faithless Poems
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In brightest day, world peace is gained,
Compassionate heart heals the hurt;
The pain is eased wonderfully,
Pure love carries no grime nor dirt.
In blackest night, war is at work,
Angry birds fire their wild weapon;
Crushing the place of sheer silence,
Without mercy, very wanton.
In shining dawn, the gentle wind
Blows softly in the new fresh air;
Sharing the truth with the faithless
To be blessed by God the Father.
In darkest dusk, the devil does
Dangerous things to humankind;
Hating the good chosen people,
Total concern is far behind.
Superheroes beat the villains,
For they never give up the fight;
Let the good win over the bad,
In brightest day, in blackest night.
Enough, he said with voice pitched low
Enough for now, he whispered slow
And curled in upon himself
Having nothing left to show
Knowing no one and nonself
Enough, he cried though no one heeded
Enough for now, as he retreated
And left another piece behind
Having no faith to be intreated
Perceiving his own broken mind
Enough, he proclaimed with a tremor
Enough for now, if I remember
And cursed himself a fool
Having no word to condemn her
Aware that she was ever cruel
Enough, he shouted above the gale
Enough for now, and beyond the pale
And twisted his face into a scowl
Having nothing to add to the tale
Conscious of the verdict’s howl
Enough, he cursed deep and vile
Enough for now, with poet’s style
And laughed with bitter fortune
Having lost the courage to smile
Mindful of his full lost portion
Enough, he screamed from soul deep
Enough for now, as he woke from his sleep
And shuddered as his eyes opened
Having nothing and no tears to weep
Heeding the anguish that life betokened
The realm of faith is a sacred space
and dwellers there must self, abase.
There, spiritual laws govern sphere,
and perfect trust banishes fear.
God is the ruler of the realm
therefore His actions overwhelm.
The things that happen in this sphere
do not to natural laws adhere.
The kind of faith this realm demands
can only be had from God’s hands.
Each one receives a small measure
which grows when its use gives pleasure.
Faith treats as substance promised things
and on the not-yet firmly clings.
It acts upon the Word of God
and delights always to give Him laud.
Faith caused a man born blind to see
and helped Peter to walk on the sea.
Because of their faith, many were healed
and God’s saints wear faith as a shield.
Saints walk by faith and not by sight
in broad daylight and darkest nights.
Without faith man cannot please God
and the faithless way is very broad.
If we want to be saved from sin
we must believe and let Christ in.
And once He lives within our heart
eternal life for us will start.
Biblical Blues
Jesus Christ! Are you my wife?
Or are you a single woman?
Surely you’re meant to be at my side,
Not off in search of another?
We used to hold each others hands, with such pride,
Now I wonder: Do you even like me?
Are you Peter, or are you Judas the liar?
Would you deny my existence for your own benefit?
Or would you trade me in for 5 silver coins?
A new handbag, or a box of jewels.
Or would you say, with joy in your words,
I’m sorry but I’m married, so goodbye Sir.
Do you remember the wine I gave you, for our first anniversary?
I sacrificed my own simple pleasures,
so I could save enough money.
And buy you the finest things I could afford,
All I could give you; still didn’t seem enough.
So here I hang on my cross awaiting my death,
I’d tell you I still love you, but I’d be wasting my breath.
My sacrifice, my God damn life,
Given up for you, the faithless type.
So goodbye now, I’m off to see God,
My father, my creator, my judge, my condemner.
The one to blame, for all I’ve had and lost,
The one who has punished me forever and ever.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The Scripture asserts this truth in Luke 21:11:
“And great earthquakes shall be in divers places,
and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights
and great signs shall there be from heaven.”
Already prophesied… thus, expected to happen.
With such turmoil, I, DISASTER personified present to you
my horrifying rage smiting mountains’ grandeur
igniting volcanoes to burst out flames reminding hell’s torture forever
awaiting the faithless and unbelievers to yell midst restlessness’ angst
sealed in their deplorable doom midst cruel defiant hatred.
You’ve witnessed my fury as devouring CALAMITY
revealed by my forest fire’s peril…
such is just a glimpse of unending heat in hell’s no-exit destiny
where misery gloom prevails in endless darkness
due to sufferings and hopelessness pangs
leaving righteousness-offenders in their guilty status.
My wrath’s unleashing fatal power of ruthless CATASTROPHE
reigns over mankind’s abuse of nature, bringing pestilence
as sun’s scorching heat keeps emitting deadly rays
voicing out grim warning of hell-fire's everlasting torment
expressing death's wailing every second
as sorrows, anguish, woes howl in wild lamentation
with constant gnashing of teeth terribly experienced.
In my PERDITION forces, you’re awakened by God Almighty
now, reflect on this reality as I appeal to your body, soul and spirit…
my terror is still no match with hell's tenacious grip
which you can miss to obtain peace-filled freedom
by trusting the Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ placing your faith in HIM
Who already vanquished hell by His sacrificial love*
toward triumphant "end of age" welcoming unending agelessness.
*Romans 5:8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Dramatic Monologue with personification
May 8, 2021
9th place, "A Poem of Horror" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama; judged on 5/12/2021.
Lessons on fig leaves make me reflective
Learning them from biblical perspective
Serving as meaningful life’s directive
Taught by God Who’s sovereignly assertive.
Fig leaves’ clothing, though nature-propped fashion
Adam and Eve sewed to hide transgression*
Covering their disobedient action
Earned them the Lord’s grievous admonition.
Fig leaves show hypocrisy-disclosure
Admitted as human nature’s pressure…
While yielding to sin-denial leisure
Conscience seeks justification-pleasure.
Fig leaves**, sans fruits in Christ’s time were worthless
On withered tree, considered as useless
Deserving rebuke for trust that’s faithless
Needing revival from being hopeless.
With such fig leaves’ Scripture-brightened insights
My soul asks Almighty for pardon plight
Confessing iniquities midst guilt-blight
Thankful for grace to start anew --- aright.
*Genesis 3:7 And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.
**Matthew 21:19 And when he (Jesus Christ) saw a fig tree in the way, he came to it, and found nothing thereon, but leaves only, and said unto it, Let no fruit grow on thee henceforward for ever. And presently the fig tree withered away.
Dramatic Monologue in Rhyme form
April 10, 2020
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 11: Fig Leaf Theme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 4/22/2022.
copper burns across an endless sky
competing caws claim salt, surf and sand
sailing high above slowly sagging carcasses
long forgotten at the edge of the world
buckled rails swim over a shimmering shingle sea
the largest of its kind, hinting at some other time;
engines once chugged to billingsgate from this beach
herring bound for the cinque ports
and they say women dragged each boat -
pulled them down to that shore’s faithless embrace;
the muttered prayers of mothers and daughters
casting their men out on fortune’s dark waters
now nets, set for a tide that came and went, lay
mouldering among those collapsing clinkers
as if the fisherfolk just left one night, fled
granting the gulls sole control of that desolate dominion
their toil and trade, the legacy of our fathers’ fathers
still lays there on that beach; haunts that huge cove
rich history, like in so many places, fading away
rotting, rusting, ruined
Discover what is unseen, too distant
to gaze at from the four corners;
there are hundreds of universes
with planets and constellations
that Galilei couldn't have imagined...
neither do we staring at them!
See another comet shoot across
the sparkling sky with a speed and luminosity
that amazes the eyes and soul;
we wonder if someone has lost
a wonderful love that couldn't be
held in fragile hands and faithless heart!
Many are the wonders
of our endless universe,
we pick the closest star
to realize a few dreams
and the rest lie in idle forgetfulness...
unless someone discovers them
and proclaims them
with an exuberant victory;
we could have been part of it,
if we had looked farther
and showed more patience and curiosity!
Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies
In empty space you built your dreams
Behind computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars
Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
A piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and you bought the lie.
It was all an inside job
Pulled by a faceless mob
Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
It was all an inside job
By a thoughtless, greedy mob
Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.
Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played, once begun.
The rich get richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happens when you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or care for me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No ones' punished, no one pays,
They remain complacent in their ways.
It was all an inside job
Staged by an untouched mob
Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
It was an inside job
Perpetrated by the mob
Of men who rob the poor and sleep on silk.
So now this evil season
Has descended without reason
As the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.
I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you find yourself frail and old
When no one mourns your passing days
When none thought loyal will ever stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, alone, into your tomb.
Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.
So it goes, the inside job
Brought off by the black suited mob
The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
The framers of the inside job
That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.
A man once knelt beside a mirrored pool,
stared into the eyes of a faithless fool.
An empty soul who made a devil's pact,
to turn away from truth in search of fact.
With no light to shine on this troubled trail,
he then became lost, then slipped and fell.
Leaving all he knew for a promised lie,
he lived in darkness til the day he died.
Now all alone deep in his earthly tomb,
he ponders his choice of eternal doom.
He is kept awake from his peaceful sleep,
by the mournful hymns while the widows weep.
Sometimes he hears the sound of shovels scrape,
he knows another fool has sealed their fate.
3/10/19