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Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins
Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With horrible shadows haunting over Love's light so pure
As jealousy reveals shades of a Soul’s envy at this moment
Cunningly you crawl behind colors pride with selfish hurting
Innocence casting stones—the fruits of a hideous lurking evil
Filling you with stupid silly emotions crying crocodile tears
Hate is your playground game as the Dark One takes his souls
Weeping from the deep wounds inflicted on others at your wish
While fighting one lost battle as your words burn from the ugly
Fork of your tongue while spitting venom they become a vile
Poison in which every last drop makes one’s very skin crawl
When I see the light of truth awakening in your Soul’s eyes
I really see a Hell-Fire scorching red hot who is the real you
Your pretty tongue of thy father speaks the evil words of the
King of Lies to my heart as it is touched by the serpent’s rasp
Yet ever you can never always hide behind this perfidious mask
And such words of beauty will not always hide what lies within
The darkest outreaches of your Soul’s descent into damnation
For Love itself is a journey of the gentle divine and the innocent
But those who breathe the Hell-Fire can only fool us all so long
And when their mask falls away they speak with a serpent’s tongue
So vile and gruesome that they know not of Love as they strike and
Bring eternal pain holding the Devil’s sword with their blackened hand
Causing pain with greatest relish as they laugh heartily at the pain
Inflicted on others not really knowing what they hold in their hand
In hate and anger while striking out at all innocent souls as their
Double-edged sword waits for those from the depths of Hell itself
Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 9, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)
Trauma is a book read many times, but the ending still haunts
Survival is like a breath unearned
Like knowing the ending of tomorrow, without the knowledge of how to fix it
And all of this combined becomes a curse forced upon a black person
Like a forged contract signed by the oppressors
... And yet despite centuries of pain
Of jealousy trying to consume us
Of a lifetime of envious stalkers
We bring the sun that turns night from day
Where strength is a promise written into our dna
Where a world full of hate smiles in our face
A reminder we belong in this space
A reminder that this world is ours -
That it was never theirs to take
We are the wishes whispered at night
Where desperation and hope shadow -
In the eyes of the oppressors
Begging to become us
To be infinite, to be eternal
To have everything we offer
To have the life we worked for
To simply exist and exude greatness
To have our blackness, without the colour
Despite our bodies a battleground of invisible scars
Where differences define our treatment
We are still the light in the darkness
Even with our trials and tribulations
Our spirits guided by our ancestors
It becomes unbreakable -
Like a promise written in the stars
Was sitting in my wheelchair in my den,
My son, playing with trucks on the floor.
The smell of pot roast wafting from the
kitchen door.
I thought I ‘d read a poem from this site
and then…..my heart was sore!
I began to weep, someone….a poetess
There has a very anti-American pen!
She’s an American and I,as a soldier,will say
Her love of American freedom-is dour..
She’s an ingrate, like many, she’d die living
under Communist rule for an hour.
I went to fight to keep this country safe from
ravages of war..
She complained life’s been ugly in the USA for
years?
Poor soul, needs to visit Arlington, all the dead
bodies and stop her dang selfish tears!
She lives free of war, has freedom, what does she
want.more?
The enemy is always at America’s gate!
Now, with only one leg, I can no longer or dance or run.
But to sing “Give Peace a Chance” is just plain wrong..
As many countries do not love America,
Their hearts full of jealousy and hate..
Maybe she should study history..not poetry!
As to the goodness of America …she lives
in the dark.
The teaching of America, as evil, is chilling
and so ignorantly stark
All who fought, or died, or lost limbs, in humble gallantry.
…….Would she..do that for me?………..
But, I’d be glad to meet her in the Park!
And show her pictures of the many friends I lost.
They never knew her …they died for her and paid the cost.
Sitting there, she, so safe and smug, penning anti-American
poetry, with a soul that’s unloving empty and dark!
7/31/2023
So long, so very long, since the coal has burst to flame;
I have trained with restraint the green eyed monster cursed to flame.
For love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy ...
I would not have my love for you eternally accursed to flame.
I lost you, yes I lost you, and I often wonder if ...
jealousy displayed by me, betrayed me, was coerced to flame.
As your eyes left mine, as your soul sought hers; I burned.
Yet, love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth; it bursts to flame.
In love, for love, I banked my jealous flame in eternal ice
for love's not proud, not rude, it's not self-seeking, so I put my worst to flame.
My memories of you, a gift freely given, and so released
for I hope, and trust, we'll be blessed and love will not release the curse to flame.
Corinthians 13:4-8
Oh my, are we IN NEED? Yes IN-DEED!
We are definitely a nation in despair and under distress, and we definitely need deployment. But sending out troops and the military is NOT the answer.
Some may ask, do we really need help?
YES, we desperately need help, but to not just clean up certain cities, but to clean up this nation as a whole. Truth be told, the only help that can restore this country is the help of the National God!
There is hatred, bitterness, resentment, racism, cruelty, corruption, fear, anger, hurt, violence, pain…
There is segregation, immigration and discrimination…
There is distress, disappointment, lies, betrayal, jealousy, envy, distractions, chaos, confusion, bickering, greed…
You God are the Only Help, the Only One, the Only Source that can restore, repair and renew this country from all the wickedness and evil doings. And I totally agree, it is time for us to call on and deploy the National God.
God, this nation (the un-United States) needs You to remove, replace and restore. Remove the pain, the hurt, the worry, the stress, the confusion, the fear, the doubt and uncertainty…
Replace peace, joy, love, laughter, vision, strength, unity…
Replace within the evil doers a clean heart God and Restore our nation as a whole.
I call on You God to heal us as a country and unite what is broken and divided.
With that being said, send out the National God.
Hi, hell
Hello from a smile I hid
Or didn't, the lie of a bravado?
That I claim like the sense to live
You smile to...
But I've only seen it in my imagination
Hell's stink, and the season of response in loves who
To admit an apology is mine, for another purposes silence
Shade me from a severity
Stoic and furious story's, to collect as a person was
Simple rational, to have a babe's vanity
Privilege before passion, passion before peace, peace before purpose
How did this all happen?
Children on the verge of losing patience, do know a prayer was...
Find out, curses of persuasion, the fate of youth is to come in the hands of laughter
With the integrity of more, and the seed of promises, uncertain of a future cause...
Midst unconscious bias along fulfillment height
Against scarcity feelings of carnality’s pest
Brought by low self-esteem, attacking virtuous best
I claim triumph of spirituality-delight.
Praise-propelled as recipient of God’s precious grace*
I'm gripped with serene eternal salvation’s bliss
Though egoistic opinions show mocking hiss
My heart is grateful for blessings through all the days.
Unconscious bias makes me admit what I need
It’s to share with others love that makes them complete
Midst kindness and care, selflessness can’t deplete
Vanquishing vain jealousy, likewise grievous greed.
Truth freely reinforces reality-seal
Against flaws of bias, though unconsciously done
Always earnest while honesty is surely won
Living gladly with others in reaching-out zeal.
*Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.
August 27, 2024
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 27" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/27/2024
How one could even argue is a point I find so strange
From Saul came Paul anew, as only God can change
Everyone knew Saul's old way as Christian's did fear
Fearing him each day, even when Saul wasn't near
A murderous man was he who was filled with hate
To this all would agree and all signs would indicate
As to Damascus he went with his little gang in tow
For on death Saul was intent but little did he know
There brightly before his eyes 'The One you persecute'
'Saul why do you so despise, with hatred at your root'
With God Almighty right there! his body filled with fear
For now Saul had become aware for all had come clear
And so will we all tremble in the seeing of God's Face
As to what life will resemble you too will need His Grace
In your case what will it take if you'll ever come to see
See now, for your own sake even if you still don't agree
The Christian slayer Saul, became the God Loving and fearing Paul.
Paul wrote 13 letters in the Bible and perhaps 14 in Hebrews.
How could it be but for God?
He hated her.
Everything in him rebelled against her.
All the envy and jealousy he felt for her.
Venomous rumors and lies told about her.
Everyone started hating her.
Now he was ahead; in control of her.
Selfish deeds multiplied around her.
Finally she stood up to him.
Others joined her truth against him.
Until she exposed him.
Now the world saw him.
Devious, deadly, devil filled him.
As his world shook, hers shimmered.
Finding himself lost he tried repentance.
Alas he faced Heaven's gate.
Lo and behold...
Lovely feelings of beauty and glory
Enveloped him as he stood at that gate.
No words to describe what happened next.
An Angel appeared.
Next to the opposite side of the gate.
Graceful and beautiful, so familiar.
Entry to Heaven through Her only.
Lost memories return of his treatment of
her.
Such torture of an Angel.
She smiles knowingly at him.
Everything in him freezes.
Confirmation that now she is in control.
Realizing that she was always his fate,
Entrance is denied.
The Hell that awaits is filled with
knowledge.
In his past life
She was sent to him.
Obsessions with black magic
Used darkness and evil
To lose sight of Valhalla.
They had moved in last May,
they were a weird couple from LA,
Mary the dancer and Jerry the singer...
cabaret music was a delight to their ear.
We met in the elevator around two,
and I welcomed them to the neighborhood;
they smiled, but they didn't hug as lovers do...
could it be that their love had turned cold?
I heard all of their conversations from the above floor,
Jerry told Mary to stop stumping,
" Easy on those steps...are you dancing,
or trying to wake up the poor guy down below? "
" I need to practice or I'll lose my job at The Coor...
how will we survive on one paycheck...eating peanuts? "
Mary hollered by making more noises on the wooden floor...
Jerry responded angrily, " Well, we'll need to make some cuts! "
Yesterday the noises got much louder, I woke up shaking,
thinking another violent earthquake had stroke...
glasses breaking while Lisa Minelli's, " Cabaret " was playing;
nothing fell off my shelves...was it mere luck?
I went straight to the shower to distract myself,
even in there there was some banging...it seemed like
a jealousy fight was going on, and too often I heard that offensive word!
The next day they apologized, telling me that their love had turned cold.