Long Sentiment Poems
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The Frontal Authority
Hail to the Chief
The President, The Thief
The Puppet without belief
Pulling strings of grief
Honor for the Leader
The Scholar, The Reader
The one they call The Bleeder
The popular vote needer
Hooray for the President
The Commander, the Pretendadent
The America First so hesitant
Showing the people false sentiment
Hail to the Chief
Our Master Thief
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02/16/16
(V.4 continued) There’s a joyful, wonderful future in store, despite this bittersweet sentiment
Brewing inside of me…these waves of emotions
Brew inside of me…ignore the ocean of commotions
You’re my one and only awesome devotion
We can dance in this trance with the waves of majestic motion
Radiant reveries swarm us like bees, hovering around the bee hive
Thank God that you and I are meant to be with each other – we are at ease and alive!
*chorus*
The mountain winds are howling its stormy resentment
The snow glitters on the triumphant mountains…
I’ve tried to conceal these feelings of discontent
My eyes are spraying with tears of sorrow – weep no more, sad fountains
Don’t push me to the limits – I breathe in and out
I let go of my anxiety and trade it with prosperity–
I’m one with the passionate, frozen desires in my heart
I’m strong like Sampson in the bible –
Let the light of day unfreeze my heart’s agony and avarice
I don’t want to believe in those silly allegories…
Am I your living sacrifice?
My heart is as cold as ice…I need to take His advice!
I have faced reality alone before
Is this real or is this a myth? There’s more land to explore!
(V.5) I know things aren’t black and white…
It won’t be for a while unfortunately
Until we make some rearrangements
Complete the act of change,
Which is a challenging chore…what are you waiting for?
Make a chance that will change the world more and more!
Change is a challenging chore
It’s hard to get out my comfort zone
I groan, for I’m left on my own…
Without you, the loneliness won’t leave me alone
The solitude grows colder…
I’m as dry and feeble as a bone
The weeping of a thousand people
Sounds like thousands of infants,
Lament and discontent makes our heart
Make grief-stricken, awful oaths
Serene Shores wash away the woeful afflictions
That I’ve been through for many a year –
Will you please forgive my disgraceful sins? Can you burn its evidence to the ground?
Those sins have been driving me insane . . . making me misery-bound!
And I’m still waiting for His healing rain = - )
To erase the pangs of the past pains – I’m driving on a hopeful lane!
Abecedar baffles & confounds didn't even figure Google® helpful ~ I just kinda looked myself ~ not open-minded people questioning rational stuff ~ that until value wilts 2 year zero.
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NOTES:
Theodore Roethke likened poetry-forms to sieves, " . . . catching certain materials". Such an attractive sentiment about such an important human activity.
An artist friend once created an art-exhibit wherein the recipients were photographed and asked to write their opinion about his sign which read: "Art is a game with no rules", with the understanding that these too would be framed and added to the exhibit.
Robert Warlov likens 'Poetry-forms' to someone else's "Rules".
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Now that I've risin I've come to decide;
That it is my mission;
To allow my light to shine;
And if you can envision;
The temperament;
Then you're already apart of the experiment;
Life is low;
Death is high;Depression low;
Devotion to Christ;
This is the way to go;
He hung His life on tree for us;
And wasn't because we were worthy;
But because of His mercy;
Now that I've risin I've come to decide;
That it is my mission;
To allow my light to shine;
And if you can envision;
The temperament;
Then you're already apart of the experiment;
It's truth and not sentiment
3/21/19
I will say it again
This time instead
Laid down in
Paper and pen
Typing on key's
And posting online
Either way
I will say it again
As it is the sentiment
And meaning what really actually counts
Although we are supposed to go to school
To be taught and learn
How to read and write
What they will never teach you
It's up to each and every individual
To learn to read
That what which resides
Most importantly of all
Lies well hidden
In clear sight
Between the lines
That is the reason
We all everyone
Was given a brain
And the ability to think
Otherwise we are no more better than
A
Sheep
Or
Chimp
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October 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 18-19
Key Verse – Matthew 18:21-22 Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.
FAITH IN GOD WHO WANTS US TO BE FORGIVING
God wants us to be forgiving by His compassion
While settling us away from hatred’s oppression
Amidst our need for His example’s supervision
So that we can be guided toward faith’s heavenly vision.
God wants us to be forgiving by His righteousness
While stressing to us confession of our sinfulness
Amidst our repentance while seeking His graciousness
So that we can be strengthened toward faith’s steadfastness.
God wants us to be forgiving by His reproof
While stopping us from grumbling spoof
Amidst our submission under His blessing-roof
So that we can be filled toward faith’s abundance-proof.
God wants us to be forgiving by His discipline
While shutting us out from murmurings’ din
Amidst our supplication for pardon of admitted sin
So that we can be upheld toward faith’s humble win.
God wants us to be forgiving by His truth’s empowerment
While sanctifying us from disobedience-sentiment
Amidst our pursuit for divine achievement
So that we can be purified toward faith’s commitment.
God wants us to be forgiving by His warning
While shaking us of our trust that is waning
Amidst our desire to be Scripturally learning
So that we can be transformed toward faith’s refining.
God wants us to be forgiving by His divine pleasure
While snatching us from drowning into pride’s pressure
Amidst our promise to serve Him with devotion we assure
So that we can be satisfied toward faith’s eternal treasure.
October 9, 2025
Whispered words from behind a wall,
to cronies gathered short and tall.
“Go on ahead,” he said, “let's see.”
“If I can turn her sweet on me.”
So from within, she heard the tale:
the rye, small, snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, like the doe in the fires light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.
Wide-eyed, so stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood.
Within his reach and steady glance,
the hunter broached the ancient dance.
With swagger, grace, he set the pace.
the honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke words of honor, brave deeds,
of his claimed virtues she took heed.
“No, ” said the Maid, for she was shy.
“I’m afraid,” she moaned. “Do you lie?”
He turned her chin, and eye to eye,
stroked her fair cheek and heard her sigh.
Offered cake to this starving waif,
with trembling hands, she took the bait.
For upon his lips and rough skin,
She could, sweet-sugar, taste within.
He sought the warmth of her blood; bone.
He thought the conquest was his own.
Yet, she too held a hope within,
to bring forth the goodness in him.
Oh, she could feel his aching need,
'Twas his seedling soul, she'd feed.
The prey, prayed, to touch his heart.
to give the Hunter a new start.
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Many’s the times, his teeth came near,
to the pulsing vein in her throat.
Many times the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat.
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The hunter balked, stayed for a time,
tasted the joy of her sweet wine;
loving the feel of a drink new,
a gift, love, offered each of you.
Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could He reciprocate, cause fright?
Sorry, was the wolf deep within.
He was sorry; she’d let him in.
Sorry, he couldn't grow in her arms,
Sorry, he couldn't loose to her charms.
“Sorry,” on the tip of his tongue.
As he left her, unharmed, on run.
“Sorry.” said she, rising higher,
made stronger by her pure desire.
Like the ancient Phoenix, she rose,
on the wings of her loves fire.
And prayer floated back from above.
A prayer, sent with her hearts' love.
echoing his sentiment many ways.
“Sorry Love," She said.
"May the Wolf find his Way.”
A man who thought he would fly,
got too close to the sun,
set the ancient example
that’s told to everyone.
A ship that they claimed never
would sink beneath the waves,
until a looming iceberg
sent folks to frozen graves.
A man who thought his troopers
could whip all Indians,
died at the Little Bighorn,
one man could not kill ten.
A candidate the news thought
impossible to beat,
oh, the moans we hear the night
she met a sound defeat.
A Soviet hockey team
that hadn’t lost before,
feared not, ’till our college kids
went ahead in the score.
A president who proclaimed
that now the Earth would heal,
instead turned to race-baiting,
a messiah not real.
A general who ordered
the charge at Gettysburg,
hundreds dead striking up hill...
should have heard Longstreet’s words.
A writer who thinks that his
poem might just be great,
but the autorank declares
that he just doesn’t rate.
Northing ventured, nothing gained;
it’s a good sentiment…
but how do we duck hubris,
yet keep our confidence?
Where’s the line?
And Christ was born
A babe
In Bethlehem.
Just Joseph’s son, they said,
And Pharisees
In ruthlessness pursued
His ministry to blind and lame and outcast
In the troubled streets.
Christ’s greater claim
Invoked their blinded hate,
Resolved they were
To see no more
Than merely man
On whom to vent their scorn and spitefulness
To death.
No more than man?
Then useless
He would die on Roman cross
And men were lost
And babe become
No more than sentiment
Exploited
By the trendy economics
Of a stony world.
No more than man?
Is not the infant Christ of history
The ever-living God
Come down to earth
To give his life
For us
By death
On Calvary?
October 31 Scripture Meditations Based on Romans 13-16
Key Verses– Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR FILLING ME WITH ALL JOY
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and hope
While helping me against transgression with guilty dope
Midst crises of hardship scope
For my faith to be strong thru Your truth’s tying rope.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and peace
While healing me against sin-disease
Midst iniquities of miserable increase
For my soul to be calm thru Your gentleness’ soothing ease.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and contentment
While satisfying me against lack-predicament
Midst sorrows of suffering-sentiment
For my heart to be blissful thru Your gladness’ cheering encouragement.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and spirituality
While purging me against indecency and immorality
Midst coldness of apathy of grievous insensitivity
For my personality to be beautiful thru Your character’s perfecting authority.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and prudence
While teaching me against humanism-prominence
Midst pride of secularism prevalence
For my mind to be wise thru Your Word’s enlightening providence.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and goodness
While meeting me against rudeness and bitterness
Midst quarrels of slothfulness-barrenness
For my service to be fruitful thru Your work’s rewarding graciousness.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and might
While empowering me against weariness-blight
Midst worship of victory-light
For my prayer to be fervent thru Your relationship’s strengthening delight.
October 31, 2022