Long Shame Poems
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Say It Isn't So
Hearts on sleeves embrace the day,
Loving you more than words can say,
The deeper the love,
the deeper the hurt,
please say it isn't so.
Hurt in dreams before wake is real,
Hurting more in the great reveal,
Lord somehow let me not feel,
Please say it isn't so.
Father I know you know this pain,
When the kiss of love hurts you again,
Love grown cold bring tears of shame,
Harder to love me than let me go,
When comes the moment of the betray,
Words spoken in darkness,
revealed in the day,
Only God is my help, nothing more to say,
I just pray... say it isn't so.
Hit them where it hurts
President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia”. Yet deep inside Russia, Ukraine masterfully destroys over 40 warplanes that could carry nuclear weapons, using smuggled drones; simultaneously attacks multiple air fields. Russia loses an estimated $7,000,000,000 dollars in one day. This is the one for the history books
It’s what you call “the art of war”
Unseen, unheard, not done before
Hit in the balls, the chin and mug
Ukraine plants hurtful wartime slug
The “Trojan Horse” of modern times
Payback for vicious bloody crimes
Can’t puff your cheeks, the air’s gone
Deprives the evil of its brawn
No one can tell them what to do
Defeating goons is peace, that’s true
As heavy blow, as ever been
Support the noble fight, to win
Burned planes launched heaviest attacks
Could threaten world with N-word axe
And now they’re gone, ain’t that a shame?
We watch. Hey, “Slava to Ukraine”!
June 2, 2025
Just tell me (one more time)
Where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my lovely haven or my sweet, sweet abode
I'm sick of your plastic love
Sick of your heartless smiles...
Sick of sucking up your biles...
Somehow I know you still don't care about me...
You were heedless of my despondency
There will be a time when I'll run away...from reality's demise
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide
There's no hole to hop into... don't be afraid, little rabbit...
The light will shun out the darkness and reveal our true color...who will win the future prize?
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your morbid luck
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your careless doubting
I'm sick of your crying...
Sick of your lying
I won't listen to your lies
Sick of your voice...sick of your disease
Sick of your dreams and fantasies
Sick of your love...it wears off on me
Sick of your existence... i wish I could live in pure ecstasy
Tell me where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my heavenly haven or my sweet, sweet abode
I'm sick of your plastic love
It's not enough x2...I seek love from up above
There will be a time when I'll escape from the corrupted world...and live another day without a single trace of fear
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide...
There's no hole to hop into...you snooze, you lose, little rabbit dear...
Don't let the night steer you away from the light
Embrace the silence,watch the sunrise with me, and we'll gaze at the small chicks as they take their first flight
~My song is dedicated to a song I love from Evanescence entitled Sick : - ). For the people who don't know Evanescence, look up her songs: Sick, My Heart is Broken, My Immortal, Hello, Lost in Paradise, Haunted, What You Want, Sweet Sacrifice, etc. xDD
His voice was loved,his colour not
Only the former him fame brought
Summa cum laude in study and sport
His origins drew him up socially short
Jim Crow laws were the sinister wedge
Which left him at his country's edge
His nation's shame burned deeply within
Denying forgiveness for his darkness of skin
He longed for the time when men would be equal
His involvement with communism delivered the sequel
At a time when McCarthy sought to unmask the red
So many suffered paroxysms of dread.
In 1929 after his London show he set out for home late
It was then there occurred a miracle of fate
Singing rang out sweet and crystal clear
Voices of Welsh miners singing songs to them dear
Amazed by their power in their penniless plight
He became their brother in arms that very night
Colour was not what bound him to them
But the poverty to which politics the lower classes condemn
So there was born a rich and mutual harmony
Between a star and a proud but poor army
They both knew the the sting of imposed misfortune
Refusing to give up their independence of tune
He bestrode the world like a black Colossus
Until he was pulled down by destructive bosses
Who would brook no challenge to their status
But his example lives on to fully elate us
This man ,Paul Robeson,a tower among men
Met persecution with stout acumen
He stands out as our beacon of light
For all the victims who fought the good fight.
Let insecurities flow with the pen
Carve pain into joy; shame to change
Polish your fears on a golden papery
Flourish your uniqueness to the universe
Tap into your soul you'll found more
Escape the cares of the world share your scars
Simonize brokenness to transform this world
Create to mend ravish broken hearts
Sanctify unlit smog away chatty away
Run from your dome; till your tome done
Pain into arcane don't wait again
Doubt is a reason to compose something new
Convey your tears your to peers to heal fears
Self boast your life alive again
Press on your weary to greatness
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
The day has came And it brings great pain,
All of the Gods are looking down on us in shame,
We should have repented in Jesus's name,
Turned from our sins and made a change,
They are getting tired of hearing us complain,
Taking their love for granted....
Maybe we are insane.
We keep begging for mercy but refuse to change our mistakes.
The Gods are coming back they have to save the day,
But don't worry There is a Book Of Faith,
You better hope your name is written for you to be saved,
You will not have to see all the horror and pain on the day God allows Zeus to strike us with his flames,
Nothing but ashes and faded memories remain,
Then we meet up with God to get our final fate ,
The time is coming for Judgment Day.
Religion is tempting:
but only if I can accept blind faith.
To some, God is a fantasy lie:
and yet, to others, He's the ultimate truth.
The shame and sham of organized religion:
as viewed through the cynical eye of hindsight,
has been exposed as a con.
Fanatics who claim to speak for God:
never adhere to the words they preach.
Instead, they embed God in dogma and rituals,
a testament to their persuasive power.
We call ourselves a God-fearing people:
and we have good reason to fear God.
Throughout history, His followers killed and persecuted
all who would not worship Him.
God's church sponsored the use of heinous torture,
including burning people alive, in His name; hallelujah!
And yet, some still fervently believe,
for, like all cultists:
they've been brainwashed to reject reason.
Unquestionable obedience, coupled with eternal punishment,
are traits shared by all omnipresent Gods.
The Bible bristles with examples of God's wrath,
from the great flood to the killing of Egypt's firstborn:
and yet, it's all justified in the name of love.
Blasphemy is the weapon leveled against
all who question the existence of Deities and boogeymen;
and dare start thinking for themselves.
[My new lyrics about St. Clare,
to the tune of "One Gift" ---
from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty"]
One gift, beauty rare
Seeing God's Beauty everywhere
Lips that praise that Jesus rose
She'll walk with the Lord wherever she goes
One gift, the gift of song
Praising the Lord her whole life long
St. Francis is her troubadour
Providing a way to her new home's door
One gift, the gift of prayer
Knowing God, Who is always there
Peace of heart in His chaste Love
Lives in Poverty with Providence from above
(Original lyrics:
"One gift, beauty rare,
Gold of sunshine in her hair,
Lips that shame the red, red rose,
She'll walk with springtime wherever she goes!
One gift, the gift of song,
Melody her whole life long!
The nightingale's her troubadour,
Bringing his sweet serenade to her door...")
June 19 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 32-35
Key Verse – Psalm 32:11 Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.
HEART THAT REJOICES IN THE LORD
Our heart rejoices in the Lord through His Word
Which He established by His truth’s record
Ever upholding us against being worldly and vainly bored
While we seek His will along the grace He alone can afford.
Our heart rejoices in the Lord through His name
Which He magnified midst His divine fame
Ever brightening us with salvation-assurance flame
While we glow in His radiance, sanctified from sin’s shame.
Our heart rejoices in the Lord through His holiness
Which He affirmed through His perfect righteousness
Ever correcting us from pride and selfishness
While we receive His reproofs for transformation’s effectiveness.
Our heart rejoices in the Lord through His wise direction
Which He authored by virtue of His love’s action
Ever caring for us despite human corruption
While we stay in His fellowship for contentment’s satisfaction.
Our heart rejoices in the Lord through His majesty
Which He ordained in His sovereignty
Ever teaching us to submit with genuine humility
While we follow His guidance of fatherly authority.
Our heart rejoices in the Lord through His blessing
Which He planned according to His timely placing
Ever gladdening us so we can go on … heavenly pressing
While we delight in His presence of fellowship’s bracing.
Our heart rejoices in the Lord through His light
Which He purposed to be vibrantly bright
Ever illumining us against disobedience-blight
While we serve by His might along His truth and right.
June 19, 2026