Long Judgement day Poems

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Cols Dom Kev Sue Sarah Martin

The night the girls mentioned my name 
Cols kicked them out it drove him insane 
Dom accused me of nicking his bike 
but I was in Cyprus best man for Mike 
Kev backs up the things Sue said 
on my side? yeah right don't be so stupid 
Susan said sort your shh out at work 
believed not me but the paperwork 
Sarah was caught and sacked straight away 
exactly for reasons not believed when I say 
Martin just the same, and I am the victim
isolated alone my name is Nick Trim 

do you think it's made up or something I lived through
how's it made up when so much of it's true 
you just don't care for the impact do you

Do you think my mates were even mates 
Thank God I alone can see their hate 

I lost my job to vicious bastards 
my mates showed me envious laughter 
my mum ignored this total disaster 
into the darkness faster and faster 

but I'm the sort to never give up 
and now I get it my finger is up 

I'm not religious but hope judgement day 
comes so all can see their true way

Don't say I need help when you cause me too bleed 
nobody listened so my writing's therapy  
my stories of Durbin are all about me 
it was my life and my reality

I was there don't you dare say shut up 
those stories of him were my actual life 
don't say I've no right to speak of my life 
nobody was there to see it f*** up 

stories of all them always involve me 
I need to speak of my reality 
since no one listened you forced me this way 
does that not reflect their no love I portray 

why would i behave and care what all think
when all the people in my life laughed as I sink

I lived in the black I lived on my knees 
working it out was a horror indeed 
the worst kind of treatment a man could see 
my life, I suffered, I'm standing, I'm free
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Sam Adams Woke Up Dead

Sam Adams Woke Up Dead
Sam Adams woke up dead
He had met a strange man
In a strange bar, in a strange land

The man told him
Beware, today is the date
You will meet your fate

Sam Adams drank too much
Twenty drinks too sober
Drank until he died

Found himself in a huge room
With hundreds of people milling about
The hangover from h … pounding his head

Sam Adams groans,
Shouting out
Where am I?

“in limbo, my friend, in limbo”
Growled Mr. GR, the grim reaper 
Dressed in a sharp, expensive, tailored black suit
Wearing cool Ray-Ban Sunglasses

State your name
Sam Adams,
Hmm

Oh, there may be a mistake
But what the hey,
The records are never fake

Not yet the date
For you to meet your fate
Go back to your mate

He found himself
Home with his wife
The love of his long life

Wondering until late
If it had happened?
What was his fate?

He asked her
Did I go out last night?
What, no you’ve been here

He explained what had happened
She said it was just a bad dream
Covid fears had kept them home

The phone rang
It was the man from the bar
Did you have an interesting night?

Oh well, Mr. GR comes for us all
Soon you will meet your fate
But not on this date
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

True Colours

Bad situations reveal colours of truth,
a chance to see how friends and relations view you.

Judgement day 
shall we say,
a time to decide, 
who to kick out
or keep by your side.

Always remember who turned away or deserted you,
make them a memory 
don't make them an enemy,
pretending and false 
you don't know them at all,
disguising their faults 
their views and their thoughts,
using fake personalities 
in untrue realities
asking for favours reducing your salary.

But in a real moment of need, 
when you beg cry and you plead,
how they respond will test your belief.

Cus lit up with light
so strong and so bright,
both who are sighted 
and unsighted alike can see,
if you're really seen as an important priority,
do they show you love
or a real lack of loyalty?

A blessing for you
as you discover who's true, 
some fools you stood around
are nowhere to be found,
it's time to start new
and walk away tall,
remember they're nothing,
they're nothing at all.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Idealistic Dreamer

They say we can never go back to the way it once was
We’ve sold our souls to the corporate bastards
I say we can and I say we will
One step at a time for the idealistic dreamer
Accepting not the lies and deceit
Knowing victory, ignoring defeat
We’ve jelled together from foreign lands
It was not built on shifting sands
There comes a time when we need to say NO
We’ve had enough, our strength we’ll show
We don’t need your kind of change
Our dreams, our faith to rearrange
A time for unity the nation cries
We can’t listen to your blatant lies
Fighting for freedom, for all those slain
One nation UNDER GOD we will remain
And so until the judgement day
An idealistic dreamer I will stay.

Premium Member Letter Seventeen

SUCKERS WERE NEEDED 
TO KEEP THE GAME ALIVE.

HUNDREDS AND THOUSANDS
OF INNOCENT DIED.

THOSE IN CHARGE 
CONTINUED TO LIE.

THOSE WHO SUFFERED
BROKE DOWN AND CRIED.

A MAN MADE VIRUS
THAT CAME ALIVE.

STOLE THE LOVED ONES
OF THOSE WHO CRIED.

THERE'S ONLY ONE QUESTION
THAT QUESTION IS WHY.

WHAT DO THOSE IN CHARGE KNOW
AND THE MEDIA HIDE.

IT WAS ALL ABOUT MONEY
I BELIEVE IS WHY.

WHEN JUDGEMENT DAY COMES
THEY CAN'T DENY.

IT APPEARS AS A CRIME
THAT'S REALLY QUITE BOLD.

IT CAME FROM A NOTION
THAT'S REALLY QUITE OLD.

A PLAN OF HATRED
THAT HAD TO UNFOLD.

SMELLED OF DARKNESS
AND ANCIENT MOLD.

SOMETHING I WOULDN'T
DARE EVEN HOLD.

WAS PURCHASED FOR ONLY
A BAR OF GOLD.

NO ONE KNOWS
BY WHOM IT WAS SOLD.

TILL THEN MY FRIEND
STAY OUT OF THE COLD.

DON'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING
YOU'RE BEING TOLD.

LIFE IS FANTASTICALLY GREAT
SO ENJOY GROWING OLD.

05022020


Premium Member Condemned Truth Will Never Be Silenced

The Spirit of Truth deeply hurts and wounds a sinner exposed 
universal facts none of us are perfect to be honest 
the union between man and woman 
strictly this is the only marriage God has ordained 
Those of you that support anything other 
stand against Christianity and the Cross 
the plank in your eyes splinters with arrogance 
Abortionists kill the innocent seed of creation 
murderers of life cry victim 
claiming to care about equality and loving an individual's right to choose 
In the face of horror their soul's are deluded 
this pick and mix culture has turned against the commandments 
those of our Almighty Father 
Everything about them promotes hate and division 
every heart has value when it supports Jesus's words 
Love one another as I have Loved you
Deceivers always show little mercy playing tricks 
when it comes to hate attacking the Bible 
then again so many lukewarm Christian's are on a fast track to hell 
they do not know their Faith blindly heading towards the fire 
The Word of God is Supreme Authority and Divine Justice 
He takes no prisoners or pleasure in condemning on Judgement day

My Heaven's Playout

Have you ever felt heaven?
More specifically,
The after world in an angel’s eyes,
The angel in your third period music class
Who never sits straight up
And never talks to loud
And never is openly too mad.
Or the angel in second period drama,
 The one with the long blond hair who smiles
And says “It’s not okay,
But we’ll be okay”
While her bandages are still damp,
And her wounds are not closed.
Or the angel on the phone
Who promises forever and always
While he counts down the hours to see you again.
The tall one 
With the soft brown hair he can’t control,
And the most darling eyes,
Blue or green or grey.
The one who wraps you in everything he is
Even when he’s not sure what he is.
The one who says he’s a monster
Because he couldn’t save you from your own hell?
I have.
I’ve felt heaven in the nonjudgmental gaze of my love,
My platonic and romantic adoration.
I have seen why.
Why I will wait to move on.
Why I may never cross the river.
Because I have no where to go if they’re not there,
And they have no where to go
If not with their people
Who have people
Who have people.
And so,
I know I will take my heaven past the grave.
I may never get to judgement day
But I will be happy
In the kingdom we will build in between.

In Ecliptic Rebirth

Anger never comes against this true world
Never cry for failure past or present
Like the nature I'm free bird all over
Sun rises and night comes for the next day

In this world I live in my alone thought
No start, no end I keep in life baskets
Like the flowing river it passes all
Since birth I'm slight talker as usual

All are here even the heaven and hell
Holy wine, divine whore and lustful boy
Judgement day, punishment, free from guilty

Only matured time the true convener
Waiting patience the recycling portrait
Everything moves through ecliptic rebirth


25.09.2020 Chattogram

Judgement Day

The Devil rose from Hades with a roll call in his hand,
the names he’d burned into his list, the worse throughout the land.
They’d lied and stole and cheated, and had cared not who they harmed
and now at last was Judgement Day, when evils souls were farmed.

For final retribution, an eternity in Hell,
the cost they now all had to pay, for a life in evil’s spell.
For evil breeds it’s family, with greed and hate and pain,
preparing all it’s followers for hell’s eternal flame.

The Devils face aglow with joy, for mankind now was ripe,
for very easy pickings for most were now his type.
At last the list carried by God was so lacking in names,
that now the Devil knew, at last, he’d won eternal flames.

When battles range in Heaven and Hell the winner gains control,
strengthened by the rightful claim on each related soul.
So whether good or evil, be prepared when you depart,
to spend eternal company with what’s really in your heart.

Ivor Davies
Form: Rhyme

God Thank you for my family

To my children, grandchildren and Patricia my wife.
You all are the blessing God placed in my life.
Don't think nothing less if I don't call you each day.
Know that I think about you and to God I do pray.
From my heart there are three words, I need you to hear.
Please know that I LOVE YOU! everyday of the year.
Don't worry about people, what they think or might say.
We'll explain our behavior to God on judgement day.
Just ask your Creator for grace from above.
To forgive your enemies and help you to love.
Nobody's an angel, that includes me and you.
I've messed up many times and truth is you have too.
All people in this world behaves wrong in some way.
The bible says still we must forgive everyday.
Thinking of you as I pen this has given me a smile.
Having you all in my life makes living worthwhile.
To my children, grandchildren and wife let me say.
I'm here for you everyday until God takes me away!
Form: Rhyme

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