Long Orphans Poems
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Migrants Tears
They tried to shoot me
Then rape me
Then enslave me
I am empty inside
Where shall be my refuge?
Is there any humanity left in this world?
You, with your earthy comforts and peace
Why do you fear me?
You, who has not seen war, why scorn me?
I am you, I AM YOU a human seeking only tranquility
Yet you belittle me
I am not a terrorist
I am terrified of your behavior
So I ask you then, who is the terrorist?
I, who have suffered so,
Shall embrace all lost souls
I with nothing, would give my all
To comfort any anyone in pain
My heart is mine, no one can steal my kindness or smile
Even I cower in the shadows
Afraid of our times
Orphans Fears
I am here
Crying
In the cold
I once had a home
Now I have only fear
Not even a sweater to stop my shivers
I wrap myself in old newspaper
Do you read the news?
Keeping the limited time in mind,
I’ve lost grip of the rope of hope almost…
But I’m seriously frustrated –
Why did you leave my side? Who can mend this rip
In my heart, once fabricated by affection?
Open wide your ears,
So I can whisper forgiveness that I’ve hidden for years
There’s no use in running away…
No use in waiting another day…
There’s a great purpose for you and I to shine
To brighten up the night…
The brokenhearted strangers…the distraught orphans
The bad conditions of this world frighten me!
I need to become more like His child
His joyous sheep!
This harmful behavior…
I-I must be strong
And put an end to it…before the roots get too deep
I know it’s dangerous and wrong! It's too much pressure to reap!
So, what am I supposed to do when I feel down?
Are you even there to erase my frown?
Anyways, I wish you good in all you do
I wish you good health and luck too
But, I’m alive and I’m in a restful state
Fighting the feelings of hate
What is there to do?
Wait for an answer that will never come?
What is there to say?
Do I pray for God’s soon-to-be Kingdom?
I got to explore deeper so I can find
The one I truly love…God knows I’ve tried
I got to seek change before my time’s up – tell me if I’m falling behind
I’m feeling numb at the wrong time…my high hopes has died
Should I shout for your attention?
Or would that be too much of an intrusion?
Whatever fits the occasion…
Don’t laugh at me…
I’ve married anticipation!
You’re a beloved guest to the wedding!
We’ve got together with God’s fortification…
Life's been good
Sometimes sublime
I've never needed more
Every day's a rhyme
I have lots of friends
Yes, money and fame
Escaped life's sorrows
No regrets or shame
I've cared for orphans
And assisted the blind
Taught eager students
Stretched theirs minds
Traveled all the world
Wrote a few lovely songs
Fought abject poverty
Many evils and wrongs
There's lots of things
I've been blessed to do
But one thing remains
And that's loving you
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a short story about a successful songwriter who is reflecting on his blessed and productive life. In a sense he has it all or almost all. Only one thing alludes him.. and that's what he longs for most.. to love the girl of his dreams.
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The Hub Of The Earth, I
Some vehicle screeches toward soundless nights,
a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
as it settles midst different roadside slights.
The decreasing engine roars criminally,
pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
the bright hub unpolishes pitilessly.
The earth's orphans coexisting subsistence,
under new suns and periodical moons,
melts in a blink of an eon insistence.
Meddling miners carved canyons, felled forest looms,
a blue world shadows as a universe watch,
sculpt mountains, charcoal skies, oily oceans, dooms.
A womb will reinvent the species that botch,
our metamorphosis cast a new sasquatch.
2021 March 13
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 20)
~~Brian Strand
Ruthless truth for children of a Lesser God
Abandoned orphans in unkind society
hankering for shelter or a safe abode
are most shameful facts of the community.
Solution does not lie in setting orphanage.
They must be bathed in parental affection.
A genuine peaceful sweet home to arrange.
Every couple must love to adopt orphan.
Uprooted child must be given parental love.
Lives of innocent angels not to shatter.
Dutiful parents: Little ones must deserve.
Couple with or without child does not matter.
Children of a Lesser God to glorify
with children of Greater God on same status.
Overall equity to certify.
All children to be guided by afflatus.
Which kids long to hear a sweet lullabye...
when they are cuddled up in their beds,
when the vagrant moon won't shine on them to make them sigh?
Would you say they are those being loved by caring parents?
Not at all...orphans with many needs do!
They have dreamed of that mellow sound
as long as they can remember, and 'though they were fearful infants,
those memories were recalled vividly by their mind;
and they are very sad and unforgettable, too...
ask them about their disappointment, you'll surely witness their tears!
Orphanages aren't great places for children to dwell in,
and frustration and anger echo within those walls of silent pain,
where the outside world cannot hear them and alleviate them...
but curious faces peek through window screens and dream!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, so that they can sleep
under a vigilant moon and begin weaving their dream;
let's give them a memorable night as the nightingales revere their smiles
as they mimic that melody to make their young hearts rhapsodize!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, not just for one night, but for many...
and would they want to turn back time and be solicitous and solitary?
Remember the Promise
Garden gates slammed shut
Tears of shame upon grieving cheeks
Orphans looking back through barred gates
Hear the promise – Messiah – Emmanuel.
Remember the promise.
Apocalyptic storm
Contract to build a haven for life
Sanctuary tossed upon fury driven waves
Covenant in rainbows arching colors.
Remember the promise!
Dreams upon the desert
Watch the morning pass to midnight
Generations like stars beyond your sight
Laughter swaddled in your arms.
Remember the promise!
A pledge of freedom
From plagues and locusts sent
Challenges footsteps to climb the sacred mountain
I Am signature written in stone.
Remember the Promise!
Shepherd slinging stones
Kings and giants give up their crowns
To reign forever from generation to generation
Man after the everlasting heart.
Remember the promise!
Promise never broken -
Living breathing covenant
Eternal promise in two nail scarred hands
King and prophet - brother, friend.
Remember the promise!
5/31/20
Contest: Promise
Who knows who are the casualties of war?
Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead?
Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced?
The untold truth, a light on this can shed
I also am a casualty of war
My soul is wounded by the grief I see
The war is raging here inside my head
I am held hostage, longing to be free
Survivor guilt is ravaging my nights
The blast of bombs, a morbid wake up call
Though I'm alive, I feel so dead inside
Like those cut down by hate, I take a fall
Destructor's cravings are insatiable
The sites destroyed include those of my mind
My tears pour down with that of martyrs' blood
Like refugees, a haven I must find
A lesser casualty, yet I am one
This war is altering my very soul
I am ashamed to claim a numbered place,
Yet war affects the country as a whole
Aggressors will not stop their killing spree
The toll of death goes higher every day
Who counts the living dead, devoid of hope?
The shroud awaits the ones this war will slay
These casualties of war exceed belief,
and trauma rages on without relief
Seeing their hustle is dorsal and prismatic,
Smoking and drinking acclimated with optimistic,
Trading on drugs for survival...Baron my title,
Yield to my subjects,
Robbed billonaires of their earthly mantle,
High at sects,
Placing daily bread on candle,
Caring for windows,orphans and homeless,
Lives don't need to be in grant of being wretched and contrite,
Draw close to that fight,
Prospective responsibility to nurture and raise them from the scratch,
Satisfied with words alone not gonna render delight,
Sharing bread with the starving kalibres is our badge,
Rough and uncomfortable will their pillow be to the rich,
In their weep.....it's a deal,
In their shoes,....will see what is behind the snitch,
Seasons in the sun,...our time and their meal,
Suicide may be a remedy at the long run,
Answer you are buh don't know,
Alienating heroes and heroines of tomorrow's new world in ages,
Their future filmed in a burning snow,
Aristocrats to be!
Not watched clearly though,
Author their today as history and inspire we,
Not the end of their life,no matter how much they sow,
Appearance not accountable,wish to deprive win,
Hard work to even cover their dreams,....but will yours be uncovered?
Little is a saving substance,...why stay as dead,
Alive in them as Love,and in God with faith paired.
I didn’t like the characters
Of many films that Disney made,
Designed for awwws, so sickly sweet,
I didn’t care if they decayed.
For as a boy, I watched unmoved
As kittens sang and orphans cried,
I didn’t care that crickets spoke,
And shrugged it off that puppets lied.
But there was one that I enjoyed:
Madame Medusa made me smile.
She was a nasty piece of work -
And even whipped a crocodile.
With bright red hair and sagging breasts,
And eyes an eerie shade of green,
Madame Medusa looked the part -
And her expressions were so mean.
No other villain won my heart,
I wanted her to win the day -
And at the end, I wondered if
Madame Medusa got away.
Jack Horne
*Madame Medusa from the film The Rescuers
for Linda-Marie's Disney contest.