Long Stamp Poems
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October gallops in as stolid as a gray mare,
a blunt wind snorts furiously through autumnal trees.
Foliage rattles, but does not fall, it clings still
to green stems.
Appalachian backwoods have tough roots,
shod as they are into an earth salted
with a dark gritty ore.
Bears are foraging and reaping,
their black silky pelts clamber over gusting winds
to reach the furthest fruits
before first snows overburden stoic pines.
Today the sky is unharnessed
and racing at full tilt
It whips my raw lips like a wet mane,
it rears up to stamp down upon its own
animated onslaught.
I adjust my rucksack and reshoulder a shotgun
grin, eyes watering
caught under the stampeding gale,
buffeted now by its muscular flanks.
I need to bridle this striding wind,
to halter its headlong charge,
or better yet just surrender -
turn my back on it,
let it ride me
as we leap down from the hilltops
whooping it up like cowboys.
April 3 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 25-27
Key Verse – 1Samuel 25:39 … Blessed be the LORD, that hath pleaded the cause of my reproach…
FAITH IN GOD WHO REMOVES OUR REPROACH
God removes our reproach since He is our fortress
Our faith’s shield Who hears us in our distress…
We trust in His strength which is our service-buttress
Thankful for delivering us from pressure and stress.
God removes our reproach since He is our lamp
Our faith’s buckler Who keeps us safe in His camp…
We praise His salvation with His grace-clamp
Thankful for sealing us by His holiness’ stamp.
God removes our reproach since He is our head
Our faith’s authority Who reigns with His blood He shed…
We stay in His truth as where we are spiritually fed
Thankful for reviving us from being carnally dead.
God removes our reproach since He is our light
Our faith’s inspiration Who illumines us against doubt’s blight…
We abide in His salvation while doing what is right
Thankful for leading us by His divine might.
God removes our reproach since He is our valor’s source
Our faith’s encourager Who strengthens us by His omnipotent force…
We exalt His name as He sets us in His ministry-course
Thankful for cheering us while we wait for open mission-doors.
God removes our reproach since He is our Lord
Our faith’s builder Who works in us while we obey His Word…
We delight in His presence of sovereign power-cord
Thankful for prevailing against us and our sinfulness-record.
God removes our reproach since He is our blessing giver
Our faith’s sustainer Who propels us, being our great driver…
We depend on His wisdom against evil deceiver
Thankful for making each one of us a victorious receiver.
April 3, 2025
As she opened the letter
She thought she'd feel better.
But this wasn't to be.
The letter was from John.
Whom she had loved long
And now he was setting her free.
Cowardly John.
Who she depended upon,
Now had decided to flee
To love evermore
A life together to explore
Was what John had promised to me.
What a despicable man
And fool that I am
To be attracted to a thug
That crawled from the ground.
And a target he found
I should stamp on this creep like a bug.
A bug no John's worse.
I feel a need to curse
But revenge will not ease my pain.
I'll rip up John's letter.
And trust I'll feel better.
Imagining what could have been confetti is rain
24 June 2021 contest Let Er Rip Sponsor John Lawless
Encased in inch-thick glass, Assange displayed;
The plaque upon his cage reads "DISSIDENT;"
The withered man in court is laid;
Imprisoned corpse announcing precedent.
To those "who hold these truths self-evident,"
Behold the Press awaiting punishment;
To be delivered to your government,
The Law so torn in wreckless brandishment.
Abuse! And ursurpation! Tyrant! Swine!
One Nation under God? Or under You?
Your boot does stamp upon that dream of mine
Believing "We the People" to be true.
Reclaim Your soul! For God's sake free this man!
Redeem the meaning of American.
https://www.truthdig.com/articles/the-annihilation-of-julian-assange/
Ninja Spider
Spying a spider on my wall
your not staying there - no never at all
with rolled up paper intent to squish
I tip toe over quietly shoosh shoosh shish
Approaching the spider grew it much bigger
I was ready to strike but spider was quicker
it moved and turned I swear to confront me
making me squeal - felt such a ninny
Did I imagine or was right did I see?
the spider raise up four legs at me
like boxers ready to start a new round
spider poised to knock me to ground
Surprised I step back bewildered and stunned
rubbing eyes blurry, to see two not just the one
Shaking my head and puff out my chest
lets see who is going to win this big test
Paper slams down, the blighter did jump
flying toward me and what felt like a thump
I scream like a sissy my arms thrash away
look down on the floor there it did lay
I raise my foot high ready to stamp
spider fast spinning, powers its amps
eight legs coiled to spring an attack
frantically moving - I'm out of here Jack!
Glanced in the mirror made my head spin
the spider was now on one of my chins
arms wildly thrashing in lunatic style
slapping my face for a short while
Eyes down, eyes up, eyes side to side
little ninja had decided to hide
then suddenly from out of the blue
came down its string web swinging it moves
Ninja with eight legs was kicking at me
hitting my nose brought me down on my knees
I swear I heard it scream eee - aarrr- eee
but then again that might of been me
Web spun round me tighter than Scrooge
spider won with all his ninja moves
ok, you win, you can live here with me
ninja spider and beaten, little old me.
04.09.20
Love, nurture – abandon, disown...
Love, nurture – beat, rape, murder...
Love, nurture – build cities, blow them apart...
Love, nurture – despise, hate...
Love, nurture – rip young from their own wombs
for convenience and saleable body-parts....
Love, nurture – pray to a god that will forgive any snafu...
Love, nurture – God started with smaller creatures, and continued
to fail upwards....
Love, nurture – make a hell of one's world, then hide in politics, sports
music, theater, and poetry.
Small wonder many prefer dogs, cats, and stamp collecting....
Stomach-wrenching body blows dog those
blighted by endemic fiasco,,
grim dervish whirl of death a maybe one day royal flush,
predicament that hoodoo mark in frozen ink,
cataclysmic episode relentless as unfolding bleak plot,
monumental exploits somehow never quite transpire,
catalogue of hair-brained schemes hatched,
bearing doomed lugubrious stamp,
dream laden Walter Mitty high wire act,
accomplishment on Richter scale peak,
yearned from one’s deep canyon gut,
now faint spark ashen bonfire residue,
gilt-edge province fosters stainless steel chariot endeavour,
before mockery of ego rejection slips encroach,
painstaking gumption beyond familiar human norms boomerang,
mishap strewn pathways evince ghoulish graveyard howl,
magic is anathema to wretched soul oppressed by contretemps,
reverse that coy euphemism for continuous blunt flop,
Midas gold tarnished outlier but gutter bound nightmare,
subconscious eerie whisper that most rough cast turnscrew,
havoc wreaking spiral to amorphous gridlock,
blunder prone DNA blueprint askew,
self-esteem a rudderless craft whose
guile is rent on wicked sea,
photo finish phantom world frustration,
triumph that slippy eel marsh light,
almost there whiff of breath podium glory,
yet tantalising distance an abject sandbank,
one can only shudder, tender ocean womb mourning,
for such victims of satanic wrongful bind,
whose chilling lack baffles earthborn portrait
I stand there, poised, a statue,
holding my paintbrush to my temple;
waiting for the lightbulb of sentiment to wash over me.
Then, like a distant star shooting across the cosmos,
or an injection of adrenaline into an arrhythmic heart;
my thoughts become as clear as a summers day.
The canvas mirrors my minds picture,
a time stamp of today;
igniting an old flame whose embers Iong presumed dead.
It is like time has ceased,
I have reached the eye of the storm;
my thoughts no longer an affliction of my mind.
I coat with a deep turquoise, the colour of the Asian coastline.
I build with an emerald green that coats the summer leaves.
I flavour with the purest white, like that of untouched snow.
The sun leaps above the horizon,
my nights work draws to a close;
the fire of my heart dimming with the dawn.
03/02/2020
Pick a Title - Tristich Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
#Afflatus
Psalms 118:22-24 - NKJV: “The stone which the builders rejected Has become the chief cornerstone. This was the LORD's doing;”
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Wisdom in Decrepit Stones
With bones and skin wilting away with age
Like withering stem and leaves of a tree
Like a house reaching a decrepit stage
I wade a few steps stooping to the knee
With the whole frame pining with stinging pain,
Treading a hundred steps a task in vain;
With a decrepit frame and ache in breast
Climbing some steps of my decaying home
Leads me utterly to gasping for breath
As battered by wild winds of a weird storm
I feel the need to take forthwith some rest
Like the twilight sun on its way to set ;
With a frail, feeble and mouldering frame
I feel like tumbling down at any time
Without any appalling stamp of shame
With my time ripe to kiss the earthly shrine
As the battered roof of a crumbling house
Forsaken to face its own fateful vows.
Yet my mind feels like waltzing tall and strong
The spirit simmering as ever fresh
The self shining as ever bold and young
The soul sparkling bright as ever blessed
As a house stone base that does not decay
But remains firm and does not fade away.
The mind retains insight plucked over time
Gleams with remembrance gathered over years
That ever remain valued and sublime
Like memories enshrined in walls` whispers
Like undertones relayed by cherished moans
Like wisdom captured in decrepit stones.
I have come to the end of my tether today and although you think I’m adorable
Enough is enough put your camera away for what you are doing is deplorable
You promised to take only three or four pics that you want for a memory book
Enough is enough no more coercing, or a black eye you’ll get from my left hook
Hear what I say just look into my eyes; I could be a heavyweight champ
Move in too close you will get a surprise, losing my fuse I’ll kick and I’ll stamp
Inside I'm smiling, a sweet little lad, but if I’m provoked what else can I do
Must nurture a smile without further ado; this look could cause fights to ensue
Peaceful at last no cameras in view, just you and me cuddling like we always do
Cooing and smiling, nothing to fear; it’s all on my face Mum I’d never hurt you
9th January 2019
Competition: Baby Face what’s you THINKIN - Baby B
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
3rd placement