Long Hails Poems
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Dear Mr. Putin, here’s a little message that hails from the west.
Your days are now numbered, and your life is no longer blessed.
The entire world can see the evil that dwells within your heart.
Your killing of women and children, and how you’re tearing lives apart.
The U.S.A. is watching, and sooner or later we are going to step in.
There will be no place on Earth that you can hide from such a sin.
In God we will always trust, and we are led by the Lord.
We are the lightening that will come from his swift and mighty sword.
The atrocities that you’ve caused will return to you, tenfold.
We will be the last thing you’ll see, before your body is dead and cold.
There is no throne to seek, there is only one way this ends.
If somehow you get lucky, your throat will get slit from one of your friends.
You will never know peace, nor will you ever see the pearly gates.
May God watch over Ukraine, and bless the United States!
This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow.
Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion,
she's never afraid to reveal deep repressed emotion.
Nonchantly, composing sonnets, prose and monorhymes.
A 'free verse' soul with a pure gift, ahead of the times.
Sometimes her humour can lead to hysterics.
Other times her words sing like melodic song lyrics.
From undefined uncertainties to unseen and unheard,
they're relatable verses, reflected through sentiments stirred.
Elegant as a redolent rose with that Midas touch.
Her art is like a masterpiece that needs no retouch.
Needs not hide behind metaphors to create her poetry.
Hails from an island of sapphire skies and turquoise sea.
I know her journey has faced a mountain of adversity
and living among devious souls has caused controversy.
Despite the darkness, she glows like a lantern at night.
In times of trouble, always finds the willpower to write.
When torment arrives, stabbing my heart with spears,
she's always there to ensure my mind's not full of fears.
A honest heart with the modest grace of a pacifier.
Has formed a legacy of an unassuming versifier.
Like a peacock spreading beauty - flamboyantly.
For me, the Aura of Rhymes is poetic royalty.
Rise of a sorrowful song
Swords clash and strike
The feud has been long
The hails and wails of bloodshed
Clubs, gunpowder, blood and fire
Head, body, arms separate by fury
The gloomy splash at the sun rays
Cries, lamentation, separation spring
Then Silence...
Shadows of death
Valley of dead bodies
VULTURES
Offensive stench defiles the pure air
Mix with sand dust and blood.
The women are pregnant again
Deliverance... Baby Boys
Growing, growing with fury
Burning, burning with vengeance
Tasting blood and fights
Their heart poisoned with the feud
Their eyes red and fueled with venom
Without emotions
Killing without mercy
Getting ready...
Today is the war
Armed to the core...
A change came today
The rain, a shower of love
A voice of peace
Proclaiming a truce
Giving peace a chance...
Brothers rend the air
White doves...
PEACE
Happy mothers and celebrations.
Happy ever after...
Europe's cold heart
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a nationalist hails from a country evolved naturally
yet no shy absorbing what is useful for other,
there is an unspoken agreement on how people should
behave, which can be strange to others, but fits the national physics.
From our view Macron, in the words of Oscar Wilde
“deep down he is a shallow thinker”
We don't want globality, one culture, one language
on thought, directives from EU. Economic punishment
for those straying rules set by faceless officials
Migrants are welcomed if they can blend in and not
becoming a destructive mob
as we see happens in Sweden, by those who want to change the country to what it is not.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon
it can be avoided by investing in the afflicted countries
but there is a sense economic interest dictate
a large amount of low paid workers
We see how the USA, the beacon of democracy is at heart a tyranny, helped by the opaque Zionism, which want globalization to disfranchise people make them malleable to their agenda
the working class Britain sees this, as do the Germans
alas, the Germans have the burden put on them
by endlessly forced to feel guilty for atrocities that
happened before their lifetime
they know Israel is a malevolent state seeking world
achieved by the death of others
It matters not where you live, it could be Italy or Greece.
No matter where you live, a walk will give you peace.
It matters not the troubles in your mind, which come and go of a varied kind
A simple walk is all that’s needed, to clear those thoughts, I find.
It matters not whether the sun shines, or whether it rains or hails,
You can dress yourself accordingly, venture out and see what prevails.
It matters not your age, whether you be young or old,
You can nod your head, acknowledge everyone, if you care to be so bold.
It matters not whether you be rich or whether you be poor,
A walk is always free, so venture out, go on, open your door!!
June 13 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 6-10
Key Verse – Psalms 6:9 The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO HEARS OUR SUPPLICATION
Praise be to God for hearing our supplication:
Finding us fleeing to His forgiveness
Fixing our faithfulness upon His foundation
Feasting with us around His fellowship-fulfillment
Fitting us upon His frame from foes of foolishness’ futility
Fueling our flight for faith-fortitude while fighting for us from filthiness
Psalms 7:1 Praise be to the Lord for delivering us by His:
Grace from persecutions
Goodness for our pardon
Guidance along His peace
Greatness with His provisions
Guardianship in our prayerfulness
Psalms 8:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
His excellent name that:
Hails His glory
Highlights His glow
Hoists His grandeur
Heralds His generosity
Honours His governance
Psalms 9:13 Praise be to the Almighty for
lifting us from our troubles with His:
Inerrant will
Infallible way
Inspiring wisdom
Indestructible Word
Incredible wonders
Psalms 10:17 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
hearing the desire of the humble for His:
Joyful approval
Jubilant affirmation
Jovial accommodation
Just acceptance-authorization
Joyous affection and appreciation. Amen!
June 13, 2024
Remembering Dad’s animated Cowboy tales
Along lyrics, bearing words, “My pony and me”
I would imagine his youth's toilsome farm travails
while making the best of life midst struggles and glee.
In our place where Cowboy lifestyle means “hard, yet free”
we’re trained to be tough when difficulty assails
overcoming shyness against arrogance spree
staying honest upon what truthfulness entails.
Such is Cowboy perspective that my father hails
leaving us his legacy, trusting God* we should be
celebrating past triumphs though memory fails
sharing down-to-earth experiences, with learning as key.
*Psalm 112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
January 30, 2021
4th place, "Cowboy Poetry" Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 2/3/2021.
Good health*
God-blessed well-being
functional!
Illumined
soul brightened by Christ
cheers others!
Effective
empowered service
hails the Lord!
Divine sight
vision to reach out
aids the lost!
Prayer-propped
patient exercise
help-driven!
Helpful hands
ministers with love
midst joy's peace!
Prudent mind
from Supreme Wisdom
faith at work!
Spirit-filled
diligent toiling
achieves task!
Thankful life
worships awesome God
as praise reigns!
*Isaiah 58:8 Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the LORD shall be thy rereward.
October 31, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE any theme any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/20/2020.
*Image of Two Hearts Drawn On Sand by Heart Images.
Heart Truth
Harmony resonates...fulfills an abandoned chamber,
albeit, interims vigilantly monitored...by one's self,
seconds fleet onward...persuading one's lips to rise gladly.
Gleeful eyes revisit....a hosts of crossing memories,
each and all contain a measure...throbbing gently a ballad plays,
once exist a youthful sight...now aged look back--my heartbeats.
Harp strings rhythms...my veinuous tracks embrace--an organ plays,
while one which entertains...constantly convinces a melody,
twain pounds likewise as one...compared since the day eyes first met.
Soundless bounces consonance...silent eyes whisper a tune,
donning facial expressions...grants a lifetime in brevity's blinks,
solemn occasions a welcoming...touched and set claimed me.
Juxtaposed well times...atone for the substance that writhes me,
on days that my heart quivered for a beat...hands gripped my chest tightly,
beckoned Heaven's gate to wait a while...angels awoke me.
Blessed be normal cadences...epilogues long await,
an open invitation hails...a broader spectrum stimulates,
an anew life has been rewarded...a heartbeats so true.
2020 August 08
*1st Place*
Heart Truth
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2020 August 09
Flowing serenity prevails
Refreshing soul with gracious hope*
To offer peace that never fails.
Sweet chime of scenic river hails
Majestic Creator’s endless rope
Securing faith from fear-filled tales.
With melody to soothe heart’s wails
Stream ripples amidst blessings scope
Assuring triumph along trails.
My spirit sets for freedom sails
Vanquishing gloom toward downslope
While trust in God smites doubt-caused ails.
Awed by wondrous rivulet’s sight
I plunge in quietude delight.
*Jeremiah 17:7 Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.
June 20, 2023
8th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1227" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/5/2023.