Long Scorner Poems
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Pugilist,
(Pick Your Arena Then Make Your Opponent Earn It)
Written: by Tom Wright
2/9/2018
At times in life I’ve exceeded my expectations,*
Often being driven by my earlier laid foundations;
Most competitions end only after one was bested,
I wouldn’t know my hearts contents- until tested.
It was never an edge my opponent might boast,
Or style points awarded for striking first or most.
The prime indication of how a contest would end,
Was the determined effort I was willing to expend.
It’s often been the presence of Jesus in my corner,
That has turned the tide against some evil scorner.
But to fully appreciate the taste of victory’s seat,
I first had to know the agony coming from defeat.
* New Years Day 2017
In any conflict (health or otherwise)
Unless you fight as if there’s no tomorrow,
There well may not be one.
Tom
Seasons Of Life
Written: by Miracle Man
October 18, 2020
No matter life’s season you’re laboring in,
the best should be just around the corner.
Oft times we relive the things that have been,
or let our present season make us a scorner.
With each clock’s tick our lives we rearrange,
oft wondering what our season has in store.
God is the specialist who manages change,
and gives us faith as new days we explore.
Keep your heart centered on Jesus each day,
living each season and not to sin be enslaved.
For Jesus has said that He’s the truth and way,
* and It’s He that endures to the end that’s saved.
*Matthew 24:13
“But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.”
You’ve been on a long flight, dear falcon, a spirit I chased through the dead of night.
Your feathers were meant for a joyful spring, but you gave me a dream of a sharper thing.
All I ever meant was to watch you fly.
The way you rise from the seabed with a heavy sigh —
a beautiful thing with no mercy left to give.
Where the ugly and the divine are forced to compromise,
you remind me of what it costs to live.
To remind us that nature is a violent sphere,
I watched you strike the water, tearing the fish I love.
My heart bled and screamed to intervene,
but I just stood there and let it happen.
Because to truly see you, to know what you mean,
is to put myself through hell.
I know how it feels to wear a merciless beak,
to carry the weight of a maker who built you to break at sunrise.
A silent suffering, the agony they call a gift,
the wretchedness of enduring the spark stolen from a sleeping god.
You carry the titan’s curse upon your wings,
punished for soaring where the holy trod.
Dragging our tired ambitions through these ugly realms,
I forget it all over and again.
In your wings unfurled I saw a solitude I crave to know.
Teach me half the wildness that your brain must know.
I would gather your lightless feathers and jump from the edge.
Such aliveness would flow from my lungs —
even if I knew it would kill me to fall,
I would wait for you, astonished and ruined.
You are alive in a way I will never be good enough to feel.
Oh, lovely mighty falcon, scorner of the ground,
all I ever meant was to see the flight you never made it through
While fighters ought to be gracious and calm, feeling fury is a sign of weakness. ( By author )
When everything droops in your wake
Your stance was hollow; it was fake
Your path is fair yet worth the wait
That's where you should wander your fate
I'd cop through a scene of wanton
Key strewn bits are struck by motion
Turn over sadly; roots are hay
I'm vowing my last breath away.
My heart calls for few gouge scorner
Truth spoiled on the side of corner
I am quite keen to accomplish
Fight failed, but never the skirmish
Dread sweeps the sight, and the mind stray
Smile on the lips once sorrows spray
Nose-binds to trust, waive stink disdain
Heart falls with each sight; calm remains.
Uproar warmly greeted my stride
When the grind of routine subside.
The pulse dashed at the sight I view
And heart was thumping in my chew
I breathed to calm my helpless feet
"Stay calm and grow on," to my greet
From inside, mind is home to loads
It's wicked snide skimpy and goads.
Written: January 12, 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
July 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 13-15
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father's instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS INSTRUCTIONS
Praise be to God for His instructions:
Teaching us from misunderstanding midst problems
Talking to us despite mistreatment along persecutions
Telling us His truth against miscommunication due to pride
Testifying to us His triumph over misinformation with perversion
Training us to tackle mismanagement by His power and principles peacefully
Proverbs 14:2 Praise be to the Lord for
enabling us to walk in His uprightness to:
Go toward His perfection, growing for progress
Give for His pursuits while glowing in His plan
Grieve against perdition, guilty of pest’s pull
Grab His privileges, geared for His prize
Glow in His presence, glad to pray
Proverbs 15:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us to follow after righteousness, away from:
Foolishness and falsity
Fear of frightening ferocity
Futility midst fruitlessness-fatality
Faithlessness due to frettings’ folly
Fightings’ fury toward fortitude of faith’s faculty. Amen!
July 16, 2024
June 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 13
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father’s instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTRUCTING ME WITH YOUR REBUKE
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my afflicting selfishness
By Your loving kindness
But also upholding me beyond stubbornness…
Best of all, caring for me with Your goodness.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my vexing transgression
By Your affirming transformation
But also correcting me of my attitude’s corruption…
Best of all, converting me with Your redemptive function.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my irritating iniquity
By Your merciful authority
But also controlling me despite my worldliness-caused infirmity…
Best of all, ruling over me with Your sovereignty.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my humiliating arrogance
By Your meekness-teaching assistance
But also commending me in subduing defiance…
Best of all, wrapping me around Your meekness-anchored deliverance.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my insulting unbelief
By Your truthfulness that smites doubt and brings relief
But also cheering me in my frustration’s grief…
Best of all, asserting to me Your Word-wisdom as principally chief.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my debilitating motive
By Your exposing directive
But also fixing me up through acts, heavenly rehabilitative…
Best of all, strengthening me with Your faith-empowerment so active.
June 20, 2022
Miss Muffet sat upon a velvet stool
I know 'twas a tuffet; learned that in school
But Muffy was the tart
Who broke the spider's heart
I'm telling the story, so shut up, fool!
Humpty Dumpty had no wisdom at all
That stupid raw egg sat upon a wall
Tempting luck, he gambled
Kerplunk...he got scrambled
Oh what dire fate for an egg to befall
Robbie Rabbit had a fly on his head
It flitted to his tongue where it fell dead
Robbie's halitosis
Was a bad neurosis
He was banished before allowed to spread
The scoop on gardener, Mary Mary
Is she liked to sip Bristol creme sherry
Her tummy was growing
Pregnancy was showing
The dad? Tom, Dick, Harry; maybe Jerry
Jill followed Jack up that hill on a whim
She thought he was cheating on her with Kim
The buxom preacher's daughter
Jill was jailed for slaughter
She beat both of them with Jack's bloody limb
Such a bad little boy was Jack Horner
Spent many hours in the time out corner
Jack was dumber than dumb
Ate plum pie with his thumb
Wagged his purple tongue at each laughing scorner
There was a speedy racer, called the hare
He was so fast, thought he'd have time to spare
The tortoise whooped his butt
The hare shouted some smut
I won't repeat it. No way I'm going there!
I read the tale about Cinderella
Who went to a ball to snag a fella
Bippity boppity boo
She ran off and lost a shoe
And stepped in some sticky mozzarella
Hey, where are ya going, Baa Baa, black sheep
Leaving your meadow, Master, you're a creep
You sheared off my wool
Tired of your bull
I'm joining the herd of Little Bo Peep
Three oinkers built houses with diverse ideas
Straw and sticks? Those guys drank too many beers
The bad wolf huffed and puffed
Piggy three had him handcuffed
The bricker was much shrewder than his peers