Long Penalty Poems
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The robin sings beyond the gate,
The lilacs breathe the air of spring,
And morning, with her hands of light,
Awakens every living thing.
The child unborn, the aging man,
The weary soul who walks alone,
Each bears a spark against the dark,
A fragile flame that is his own.
If life is sacred at its dawn,
When hidden from the human eye,
What changes in the turning years
That makes another fit to die?
The stars do not divide their light,
The rain does not choose where to fall;
The earth beneath our passing feet
Receives and shelters one and all.
I ask no answer from the wind
That wanders through the silver trees,
Only a question soft and still
That trembles on the evening breeze:
If life is holy from the first,
A gift no hand should cast away,
Can it be less a gift at dusk
Than when it greeted us at day?
Looking for a new name
Thackray was playing the game
Ready to survive
Being alive
In the high profile section
Worthy to have fame protection
To stay there another year
A point needed to stay clear
Out of relegation hanging with the right dear
Off to see Old Trafford
Information to be gathered
A magical cure
From the Man U store
Getting a prescription
Removing all restriction
Companion Antonio led the march
Chivalry suddenly felt a little parch
“Get a drink!”
Thackray made Antonio think
Taking a hydration break
Strategy Antonio was able to make
Once in the enemies box
Like a fox
A penalty called
Something done against the law
Score was converted
Three points fantasy flirted
This ended in the second half
Red Devils came back in a wrath
Greenwood’s foot showed the path
A one- one draw
Making the Hammers stand tall
Thackray the West Ham
Was no longer in the jam
Finished United that was the plan
Did she end up in wedding bliss?
Dropping the title Miss
Antonio the boy toy
Knows she would enjoy
This romantic union
Special agent’s doing
If she met a guy
Character description ‘a spy
Fighting freedom giving a good try’
This could come together
Reading the loveliest letter
Relaxing in the sun
Having fun
Knowing she had won
Ship pulling into port
Capturing her fort
Leading to travel
Where emotions unravel
Making a decision
Accepting the mission
Honeymoon in Paris
Using a passport reading Mrs. Harris
Abode of God is Heaven with His grace
Beyond the blue for beauteous worship-praise
Crystal clear midst radiant holiness’ rays…
Distinct against any defilement’s trace.
Elegant in precious jewels’ captions
Fortified by supreme sovereign functions
Glorious along golden paths’ attractions…
Heaven is God’s house with many mansions.
Illuminated by Providence-light
Jubilant forever with no more night
Kindling warm fellowship’s divine might…
Love-brightened is Heaven, flawlessly right!
Marvelous thru His Majesty so wise
Never tainted with deceit’s purest guise
Oh, Heav’n’s peculiar Eden’s paradise…
Perfect place for recipients of Christ’s price!
Quality virtues shine in His domains
Revivals there are magnificence-gains
Spirited hearts’ meeting gladly remains…
Triumph in Heaven* prevails since God reigns!
Dear God,
Thanks so much for loving me, giving Your Son, Jesus Christ Whom I trust to save and redeem me from sin's penalty, granting me eternal life, making me enter heaven and live with You throughout eternity. Keep me trusting in you, in Jesus' name. Amen.
*Nehemiah 9:6 Thou, even thou, art LORD alone; thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host...
September 3, 2018
Rhyme with ABC form
4th Place, "Describe Heaven" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 9/16/2018.
He was barely an adult when he was entered into the system
He was an educated law abiding citizen
But due to the fact he was black
It was sympathy they lacked
He faxed a lifetime of imprisonment
And an impending death penalty
All because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time
His only crime
Was being a black guy
The system had hardened an innocent black boy
Stewing in an injustice
He suffered
Because of his skin colour
He remembered the jury's eyes
They didn't need to hear his side
When he walked in they already had made up their mind
They saw him as the 'perfect' suspect
Not caring that he was the real victim
So he wasn't surprised when he heard the verdict
The jury spat 'he is guilty'
He had dreams
And just like that they were dead
Just like he wanted to be instead
Now he resides in solitary confinement
Where he was surrounded by all the ghosts
Future lives
Killed by racist white guys
This is where his story ends
A black man forever trapped in the system
They made his voice irrelevant
Now he roams through the prison walls
Hoping someone hears his calls
He had no family, no legacy
He never got to have children
This is a thought that would forever haunt him
Trapped in the same cycle for all eternity
We thank the Lord for His mission, assuring our salvation
Truly bringing us His gracious compassion…
…Against worldliness' hell-bound designation.
Since we’re sealed with grand redemption
We must share with others everlasting life’s possession.
We thank the Lord for His mission, granting us divine holiness
Truly imputing to us His virtuous righteousness…
…Against carnality’s defiling filthiness.
Since we’re sanctified thru great forgiveness
We must minister to others with sincerity's kindness.
We thank the Lord for His mission, sealing our eternal security
Truly protecting us within His supreme sovereignty…
…Against death’s sin-penalty.
Since we’re guarded against devilish enmity
We must guide others toward precious mercy’s bounty.
We thank the Lord for His mission, giving us spiritual freedom
Truly acquitting us by His sacrificial ransom…
…Against iniquity’s entangling stardom.
Since we’re shut from destructive idolatry’s welcome
We must usher others to the Saviour’s kingdom.
We thank the Lord for His mission, bestowing us heavenly fulfillment
Truly satisfying us with His blessed contentment…
…Against earthiness’ vanity-enrichment.
Since we’re endowed with inheritance of priceless settlement
We must lead others toward infinite soul-wealth’s entitlement.
We thank the Lord for His mission, enabling our joyful worship
Truly meeting us within His sweet prayer-altar partnership…
…Against worldliness’ dominating friendship.
Since we’re invited to the throne of grace fellowship
We must disciple others through fruitful stewardship’s leadership.
We thank the Lord for His mission, empowering our glorious victory
Truly blessing us around His perfect will-territory…
…Against transgressions’ affliction-misery.
Since we’re triumphant midst hatred of evil fury
We must declare to others the wonderful Gospel*’s love story.
*Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth...
November 7, 2019
Boys turned into men
Acting chivalry needing to defend
Thackray who never was
Due to the wasp woman wanting buzz
Gunners waited for Watford to arrive
“Foul!” they did claim in a cry
On target goal after the penalty try
Followed by one then another
Sunday’s mother
Agree those went in
Later on Arsenal committed an innocent sin
Deeny connected
Shot was not protected
Three one at the break
Story brewing about the yellow jacket relegation wake
Being well back
Singing stingers put together an attack
Calling upon Danny to give a whack
A nice song he did bellow
Not enough to save the hives, dear fellow
For the longest time
In her own mind
Mrs. Harris
Just home from Paris
Thackray did not cause any trouble
There was no reason to blow any bubbles
As time ticked away
Grealish earned his claret blue army pay
Slicking it through the post
Mrs. Harris a few seconds later returned the gesture with a kind toast
A draw
Was the call
And Aston’s Villa would not be sold
Since they did not fold
“Send down the Honey Cherry Buzz flavor”
Second tier league requested as a favor
Mr. Bourne with toffee candy in the mouth
His cherries ready to head south
But today he enjoyed a sweet victory taste
Wasn’t showing ill feelings or haste
Instead filled with Goodison’s grace
Citizens on the other hand made the canaries look like nothing
Man City netting five which was something
Four sixes were on the executive level table
Two were issued to pensioners writing a Chelsea fable
While the Red Devils had a pair
Enough to scare
That pesky fox
Now having respectable stock
“Worry about a single commitment next year
And enjoy that cheer”
Was the message
About priority addressing
As for Thackray, the west ham
Romantically united Mrs. Harris succeeded in her plan
Next time a gale force winds come through
Infecting play asking ‘what are you gonna do?”
Do not put the season in the hearses
Just be sporty write creative poetic rhyming verses
The End
The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down
And if this gets me killed so be it
I'll burn down the world
If that makes you listen
And if you think just because of my skin
I'll back down and let you win
You would be sadly mistaken
I will burn down the system
And I'll burn all you racists in it
Watching from the outside
Whilst your skin melts off
Revealing we all bleed red
I guess we are not so different
Is that too graphic
How tragic
Maybe you should've thought about that before you put all my ancestors
In a casket
Before you enslaved us
Whipped us
Starved us
Raped us
Put us into human zoos
Used our babies as alligator bait
Forced our women to nurse your children
While ours died due to being malnourished
And decided to buck break out men
That's not even the half of it
If we really went there we'd be here all day
So excuse me if your racism
Has caused us to be devoid of emotion
From your 'metaphorical' deaths
Does the thought of revenge
Make you scared
Good now at least you'll feel an inkling of what we feel everyday
I promise that out blackness
Will be the last thing you'll see
Before we destroy everything
We will not let you free
You'll stand in a court with an all black jury
Who will find you guilty
The death penalty would be too easy
So we'll give you life imprisonment
And your new home solitary confinement
I couldn't believe the word on the streets
It ran through every nook and cranny
and with urgent feet.
The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told.
A calculated wanton cruelty unfold.
The story began with a father's love,
His sacred trust betrayed by greed
in ashes thrust.
Ailing in the grasp of illness' woe,
The father weakened, his spirit brought low.
Yet, in his frailty, a serpent crept,
-His own blood- a vow broken and secrets kept.
The daughter who once was a tender kin,
Insidiously wore a mask, concealing sin.
Exploiting love for selfish gain,
She danced on morals and left them slain.
As illness wrapped its cold embrace,
She stole from him in a heartless chase.
No mercy shown and no love retained,
She executed her deeds, a legacy stained.
In the court of justice, truth unveiled
The daughter's treachery, scales impaled.
A jury stern with solemn eyes,
Listened to her deceitful cries.
Her guilt laid bare, there was no room to hide,
A wicked journey she couldn't guide.
Punishment awaited, justice sought,
For a father's love, so brutally fought.
The courtroom hushed until a gavel's sound,
Echoed justice, resounding around.
The penalty pronounced with a heavy toll,
For the daughter's wicked, heartless stroll.
She paid the price for her deceit,
A sentence served, yes, a bitter feat!
The daughter faced her inner strife,
In the cold abyss of her own life.
Let this be a lesson to those who yearn
To heed the bonds that love does earn.
For when betrayal's seeds are sown,
A bitter harvest shall be known.
You make me love you to death, in the depths where light refracts,
In the labyrinths of the night, you are the whirlpool that tightens its grasp.
No mercy you have, oh cruel fate, you shorten the bedding of my days,
In my heavy wandering, with your love, you envelop me, you consume.
Like the turbulent sea, the storm cannot find its calm,
In my chest, you swell with waves, of my desire, you're the balm.
You make me love you, you are the dream itself gone astray,
Carrying my soul in a dance, in whirlpools of relentless sway.
Beneath your invisible banner, I, the unarmed soldier, do rush,
In the battle with your hot arrows, each strike is a melodious hush.
Oh, you weaver of dreams, plunderer of the fickle heart,
You show no mercy, you swing me from ecstasy to agony's art.
I painted you among the stars, to live eternally over my late nights,
But stars die of longing, and in the vastness of the void, you place sights.
And when in the sky there’s not a single beacon light, in the wind I hear you guide,
Oh love, that mocks me, a shanty of grief, a place where dreams at the gate have cried.
You, glorious weeps in the night, in echo, you transform and you fade,
While I, the guardian of your temple, with tears sculpt the stars you've made.
You have no mercy on my beating heart, yet you stay silent, keeper and penalty,
You make me love, even when my soul, in shadow, departs and forsakes me.
A blustery love through me, a whirlwind of emotions, a mournful parade,
Through my pale body, a ghost of a butterfly in crazy flight made.
You, unsoothed storm, unforgiven, with your cureless blaze,
You burn me, envelop me, and then, with magical sadness, bid me to fly, and I obey...
We the victim's of incompetence
We the pawns of vain experiments
Imprisoned by oligarchic, social engine.
Our pains, reflected by gluttonous pride.
Fermenting in black boil bubbling greed
Modern slavery in it's prime, glistening
like polished diamond shine.
All pretentious, phoney entrapment,
lurking through time, the ideal system,
for a criminal eye, the perfect crook,
filtered on a system it built, it impressed,
and we undertook, now just mere
puppets,
Upon the ladder of fingers,
The shadow composer casting the melody
of subjugated illusion, laughing at ease,
gazing upon their resolution.
A famine of needs and desires, tortured
by the selected lot, who mock as we rot,
in the mould around the bars of our cot.
The misleading consequence of
innocence, of ignorance, of vulnerability.
The digital web of deception, ripples in
shuddered glee, it's next victim
screaming, and then hushed silently
among those chambers of conformity, an
commodity given a number and then
freed, for some years.
Next it's taught to adhere to the
requirement of 'our' society,
Pushed through any resistance,
Your ADD, labeled and branded for all to
see, your defunct from a higher form, an
acceptable sense of reality, the easier
chores of slavery,
and less material distraction, an extra
penalty.
In the sinister sweating perversion,
The passive exodus that moves in night
and day excursions, fossiled in a lava of
weary confusion.
We are the lost Generation on a path we
cannot see, in a destiny that isn't you and
isn't me.