Long Laboured Poems
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There once lived a great
man,
That redeemed the hopes
of all human.
He gave up everything,
For us to have something.
He was rejected,
For us to be accepted.
He was stressed,
For us to be blessed.
He was laboured,
For us to be favoured.
He was neglected,
For us to be celebrated.
He was condemned,
For us to be redeemed.
His life was destroyed,
For our lives to be restored.
His heart was sheltered,
For ours to be gathered.
He was agonised,
For us to be recognised.
He was disrespected,
For us to be respected.
He went through misery,
For us to have a long
lasting victory.
In all reality,
He made us a celebrity.
He was punished,
For us to flourish.
He was abused,
For our enemies to be
confused.
He suffered for a while,
For us to be able to smile.
He was tortured,
For us to have a great
future.
He took away all atom of
sickness,
Bringing to us much joy
and happiness.
He sacrificed himself,
For us to be ourselves.
He died bearing the burden
of our inequity,
For the betterment of the
world of humanity.
Petroglyphs scattered
All over Hawaii
Carved on black volcanic rocks
Mysterious they are
Stoke human curiosity
Unendingly
Human and other forms
Numbers and writings
Carved by the island’s ancient natives
Long before the Whites entered the scene
No one can gauge
What they truly meant
We are left with guesses and conjectures
Lots of touristic balderdash
Me, a frail, wavering human frame
At late seventies
Walked across the blackness
On cracked volcanic lava rocks
Defying winds and sun
The past bloomed
In different forms
Carved on solidified lava
A human form here
Elsewhere a human thought
In an unknown alphabet
Or a secret number or sign
Splendorous indeed
Are the stone writings
Showcased across the island
A tourist’s paradise
They dragged me back to my teenage
When I climbed a rocky peak
Close to my village home
Laboured hard on its head
And chiselled my name
Alongside my heartthrob’s
My name and hers
Set apart by a heart
Pierced by an arrow
In the middle
Sweet, bleeding, passionate
Perhaps, the monsoon rains,
Winds and sunshine
Have undone my petroglyph
What else can I expect
In more than sixty years
Of my residence elsewhere
Away from my native nest
How much I wish
I could again climb that peak
To view my sweetest script
On its unthinking pate
Alas! Am now close to eighty
Can’t climb that height
To view it again
And sing to my past youthful glory
Stars and planets!
Look at it please
Read it aloud to me
The song of my youth
Engraved on the rock
The whole sky will join in
In full-throated revelry
The universe has no choice
Glory all the way petroglyphs
Wherever you are
On the surface of this earth!
Plank or axle
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Two lad's halted child
And men mature bolted out
One chose the plank
The other the axle
They laboured hard
For the slog on commission
They had to do
They sweated all the year's
And ripened old.
They fathered two a child.
Their offspring
Two boys energized
After going out of school
And in a rut ..
One started doing things
Running about on how to put
Bread on the table
The other took
The drug's
Used bad word's
And lazed about
His mother's house.
The day before
Two lass stared
A mirror
And had to choose
Upon a apron or hairdo
The pinny lass
Lived a happy husband life
And fizzled like soda
The fussy lass
Used bad word's
In the dim and
Struggled all her life.
Their cub's
Soda and Pop
Two young men made
One a plank box
For the dead
The other loaded
The mass on his axle
One buried young
One laughed all the time.
Either plank or axle
Men has arm's
Arms and the man
Amen !
Constructed and manufactured
To make and assemble
Read the proverbs
The probity of good proginy.
In the Cain and Able
There can be gauntlet in the chronicle
And a taunt to the struggle
On how to make a living
One can carry a load
And many times
There on a bump
One would curse
The other carry on
And it is obvious
He who does .. wins
He who does not is lost
Either A
Plank or axle make ..
Bolt, nail, screw, weld and tighten
Just do it
And make a start
Life is a load
But not a liar
Sharp eyes dimmed ,a last spark of life
Looking puzzle and questioning
Into my soul went his silent plea,
As if to say whats happening to me.
Breathing laboured gasping for air
Left this life alone and afraid
Peace came after breath had gone
No more to hear mothers song.
Leaving like ripping my heart in two,
A hole exists that none can fill
How long will this pain fill my soul
Without us with him will he come home.
Never again will he welcome us in,
His prescence here yes perhaps it is,
But no physical touch will we feel,
Gone forever now into dust.
Tears still form falling salt filled and bitter,
Looking into his eyes forever frozen in mind
Or at a picture on a card remembering his memory,
Wishing for him back screams my broken heart.
His beautiful form seen by few,
Gentle as spring mountain dew,
Suffered his pain without complaint,
Now it is ours borne without taint.
They say there is a better place where spirits dwell,
Beyond the rainbows beguiling curve,
Promising peace for eternities flow,
Once gone where ever we go.
Why is this pain inflicted on those left behind,
A cruel joke delivered as truth appeasing our fear,
All we see are constellations of sparkling light,
Crushing our hopes and cursing our mind.
Andrew.p.mcintyre 15/12/19
In memory of our beloved Jess born feb 2006-passed 29/11/2019.
We will never forget you our little man who loved us as we loved him.
Sweating in the rustic dusts of Nazareth, you laboured.
As a farm labourer, ironsmith, weaver, and shepherd,
You ploughed with the peasants, who were curious yet loving.
They were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing.
You walked, pondering over the Sea of Galilee.
Where fishermen struggled like lilies amidst barberry,
The breeze, amalgamated with the Abba message, blew.
With you, the fraternity of the folks, day by day, grew.
You read about all philosophies and theologies.
Small or great, each one therein had unique ideologies.
The rich, though they seemed strong, bent in the winds of faith like reeds.
You held all of them in the same balance, mending their creeds.
Each herb, shrub, plant, tree, blossom, fruit, and weed imparted wisdom.
In the soul of each seed, the lord of lords founded the kingdom.
I feel a searing chill in my bones
as they painfully turn to black ice
Under the weight of my loneliness
I fear there's an ultimate price
Will I witness my own demise
As cracks appear under this weight
The thought of an endless sadness
as I am doomed to a horrible fate
I look out to the red horizon
On the beach a pail made of plastic
I pray to find a similar strength
a soul that is much more elastic
With each and every laboured step
too numerous for me to number
Slowly the walk becomes easier
Perhaps I am turning to rubber
Feelings they bounce in my mind
and yes they do make me shake
although there's vibration in my soul
this elastic heart will never break!
Dedicated to Armand. The poem was inspired by a comment I left on his poem "Of Three States of Mind an intricate weave". Do read his poem it is masterfully written.
By God's grace*, my child-like faith still prevails
weathering aging trials I can't miss
amidst triumphant smile of glowing face...
...grateful to greet each day with praise-filled zest~~~.
...mindful of nutrition and healthy ways
while reaching-out from loving heart's abyss
prayerfully ready against death wails.
*1 Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
February 17, 2026
3rd place, "ONE ON ONE WITH MYSELF" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 2/22/2026
wife of Lapidoth
Deborah..God'appointee
judge spiritual &
secular
Huldah a prophetess whilst
whilst in reserve Jeremiah
waited by
no seal of silence
did ever,ever apply
the Lord gives the word
the women announce the news
no authority isusurped
order
not disorder still rules nearby
edification
exhortation
and comfort
prevails,as forthtold
by Joel...of old
Miriam prophesised and sang
the Samarian woman
called all to come to Christ
an apostle of His message
then&now
professing godliness
& gifted to teach
the Lord gives the word
women proclaim & preach
Tryphena,Trypgosa,
Persis ,all laboured in the Lord
Junia too
of note it is said
Perpetua,Felicita both
of the martyred dead
Go tell my brethren Mary do
with tongues afire
Phillips daughters four
Priscilla,Phoebe and
Praise God since
many many more
with heaven touched lips,nothing lack
females
the Good news
now regularly
unpack
A complete surprise, the message came through
“My friend I’ve something to share with you
I’ve written a song, and I am so proud
Would you like to hear? Turn it up loud”
Immediate reaction - that’s not your voice
The music, so polished; A.I. made the choice
The words may be yours, and the words are true
So what do I say now? What do I do?
Cos I believe music should come from the soul
Deep and meaningful, a laboured over toll
A computer assistant used to emulate
Trained on the generic styles that dominate
My friend I am happy that you are so pleased
If it helps you express yourself, then it is good indeed
But you’ve played a game, used an app, an A.I.
The creation is lost, a facsimile, a fake I cry!
Maybe I’m fast becoming obsolete
For believing as I do, (do I hide some conceit?)
My old songs sit forgotten and covered in dust
But A.I. can’t have them, I just do not trust
Where is the line in the creative process?
How much credit can you take for the success
Of a song or a story which you merely nudged along
And A.I. is always right, even when it knows it’s wrong
Had a mouse in my house which I needed to oust
Which I did with an almighty shout
He ran through the door which I slammed with a roar
And the locks engaged, keeping him out
So now he was gone I could concentrate on
My friends who lived outside and in
My old tabby cat couldn’t catch a dead rat
So that mouse must have worn a big grin
Outside in my yard was a robin on guard
Keeping other birds clear of his nest
He’d plump up his feathers to look really hard
Like he thought looking hard would be best
But I realised there were birds in the skies
That would like to eat him or his chicks
Which made me decide that he needs to reside
In a nest that is stronger than bricks
So I laboured all day and by toiling away
I made him a box that was strong
I finished the build with a doorway I drilled
And I hoped he’d move in before long
My cat sat and watched as I put up the box
I fixed it quite far from the ground
Although my cat’s old, he can sometimes be bold
And I knew he’d be prowling around
I gave it a week, I kept taking a peek
But the robin seemed not very keen
He didn’t move in with his young scruffy kin
If he had done, I know I’d have seen
But then he was gone, I thought what’s going on
Had his stubborn streak started to crack
I looked in the hole and I thought bless my sole
There’s a little grey mouse looking back