Long Tribulations Poems

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Tears Of A Man

A man's tears fall silent, unseen and unheard,
A solitary cry, in the depths of his soul, he's scarred.
He talks, shouts less, and keeps quiet, a fortress of pride,
Bearing the weight, of the world's relentless tide.

Scars etched deep, like canyons in his heart,
He smiles, a mask, to conceal the art,
Of pain and weariness, of a body worn,
A mind exhausted, yet still, he takes up the torn.

He stands, a pillar, amidst life's stormy gale,
A provider, a protector, a guardian of love's frail.
He brings home bread, though his own soul is dry,
A hero, unseen, unheard, as the world passes by.

At night, the mask falls, and the dam bursts free,
Tears fall like autumn rain, as he weeps, unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
Nobody sees, the weight he carries, the burden he bears,
Nobody understands, the depths of his tears.

He's a man, with a heart that aches, and a soul that bleeds,
A heart that loves, and a spirit that proceeds,
Through trials and tribulations, through joy and pain,
He stands, a rock, a refuge, a love that remains.

Nights are long, and sleep is a luxury,
Sleepless hours, a constant companion, a haunting melody.
Desires unmet, wishes unspoken, hopes unfulfilled,
Yet, he rises, with the sun, and takes up the unyielding will.


Blessing's Blaze

A radiant star was born one day,
Amidst salary challenges, hardship's sway,
Her parents toiled, their sweat and tears,
To forge a brighter future, calm all fears.

Like phoenix rising, she emerged anew,
Her choices bold, as if the world pursued,
Her watchword, determination, shone so bright,
Guiding her through life's turbulent, darkest night.

Risk-taking's lessons, though bitter, she did learn,
And from each scar, her strength did yearn,
Her work ethic, a symphony of might,
Diligence, dedication, beauty, shining bright.

Her name, a benediction, prayer, and creed,
A testament to her essence, noble deed,
As celestial choirs sing in celebration high,
May heaven's gates swing wide, her prayers reply.

May answers come, and greatness be her guide,
Empowering her soul, her heart's deepest tide,
For Blessing, a star that shines so bold,
A radiant light, that never will grow old.

And in her heart, a fire burns so free, igniting a soul that's unstoppable, wild, and carefree!

With every step, she paves her own way,
Through trials and tribulations, she'll face the day,
Unbroken, unbowed, her spirit will soar,
A true warrior, rising, forever more.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Sugar Momma


   Sugar Momma is en route to Anytown Enlightening, 
  Elevating and Uplifting with unwavering Confidence 
spreading good vibes, and energy to everyone,  talking to everyone. Left, right, right, left as she approaches they all
stop and stare as her presence illuminates the chambers

Facts remain Sugar Momma has endured so much pain
in her paths, She has treaded jumping over hurdles near and far yet she hasn't hardened her heart. Sugar Momma

She has been through many disappointments full of
pain, and heartaches with turbulent tests and tribulations 
on this road called life. Sugar Momma

Sugar Momma is set up with traps and plots methodized by
familiar faces trying to break her spirit yet Sugar Momma
has not let defeat overthrow her nor separate her from the Divine and her visions. Sugar Momma
Form: Bio

Premium Member Pablo Self Portrait

Picasso, oval face and olive eyes, 
always solemn and searching.
Pushing boundaries, challenging authority,
his artistic torch cut through the fog of life.

At times his scrutiny turned inwards.
Self-critique of the physical and the psychological took hold.
Could it be self-doubt or ego which drove him on?
Or was it simply a visual diary of moments in his life?

1901, subdued bluish tones portray young Picasso in an older light.
Sadness and solitude emanate from the cloaked figure.
Though beset by trials and tribulations
he stands proud gazing at his audience.

1907, the face of cubism unfolds
angular features with large searching eyes.
He seems lean almost undernourished.
His sombre outlook dominates the vista.

1972, and then the end draws near.
Staring his own death in the face
there is fear in his sunken eyes.
Flesh nearly gone reveals his skull for all to examine.

Pablo asked, “Are we to paint what’s on the face,
what’s inside the face or what’s behind it?”
The recognisable image becomes less and less distinct,
until what is left is the naked soul.

And Pablo said, “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
But eventually the soul becomes dust and all that is left is a memory.
We will always remember Pablo,
for art is life and life is art.

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2020 published in PS: It's Poetry, pp.286-287
2019 November 26     *1st Place*
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On the Mountain

There gathered some undaunted faithfuls
Yelling with desperacy without moderacy
Screaming to be heard by the Son of Man
Not satisfied until they hear from the 
The Son of Mary the wife of a Joseph 

Hundreds of unwavering believers
With one soul to be delivered
From the shackles of the evil doers
Shattering away their sorrows and tribulations 
In a language understood only by the heavens

Their veins and tendons across the neck stood out 
The head moving fast like that of a bewitched gecko
Whose head is destined to go off the neck any moment
Coupled with the hunger arising from the fasting imposed
Something  good must be foreboded by the Holy one
The white garment all bearded fusty smiling man
Must appease the hungry and angry people on the mountain

He has done it again brethen, rejoice in the Lord
For all your prayers has been answered today
Rejoice as you cheerfully give money unto the Lord
Fasting and prayers continue tomorrow . . . and next … 
Forget not your mountain and prophet offerings tomorrow
The Lord bless you as you sing this song home
 
I was scared for a second, standing there for seconds
Staring at the white garment man who spoilt my day
As I opened my mouth to sing, song of hunger and despair 
Rented my jaw live unfermented and undiluted
I had thought all my prayers had been answered that day 
Only to be told that fasting and prayers continue still next day
With nothing to break the hunger called fasting today
Dream less of the offering of the Prophets or the Levites

Shall I not  die on the mountain in my quest for food and work? 
Should we continue to disturb God for what  HE already gave us?  
Do we still need a prophecy to fret our oppressors with whet?
If the white garment man’s mountain refuse to give us our needs 
We shall then move our own mountain to wherever they hide

And demand for all that is ours, as given by GOD but shielded by few
Who use the white garment man to blind and enslave us into chains
We shall leave the  mountain and move to our own mountain of freedom.




Alayande Stephen Tolulope
3rd, November, 2005
01.22am
Form:


Premium Member Dream Catcher

When night falls and stumbles into slumber
                            reshuffles memories and tumbles crumbles
                         minds and mines of coal dust into icing sugar
it transposes trifle tribulations and awakens

Where evening stars and creatures of the dark
                       mix and mingle myriads of constellations shine 
                    lunar aspirations convert converse in quiet sleep
they silently expose fake impositions of delusion
	
Why and how and for what reason a cruel world
           in guise of rationalised temptation in quite some cheek
                 and bum and bottom line prescription untangles in
the solace soul and solar comfort of caress eludes

We may be well advised to choose between and
                       well beyond advancing torturous flagellation of
              fool’s false impression misguided paradox reality and
walking sleep catching dream latching over and above

When evening mist and dusk beholds no further
                     prison walls of misconception’s assault on sanity
                     imprints no further coffin nails on human nature
the radiant twilight unfolds to tell the story yet again


08th February 2017

Premium Member Love Sweet Love

Love, sweet love!

I am over the moon with love

Poetry has made me see

The beauty that life has in store for us

All we need do is open our hearts each morning

And greet the day with a big wide happy smile

The troubles of yesterday

Were yesterday's troubles

Today is a brand new day

Filled with exciting new things to see and do

Greeting friends and neighbours

Passing along good wishes to total strangers

Being kind to the cashier at the grocery store

Smiling for no reason

Except to share happiness with those

Whose life needs a bit of relief

From their daily trials and tribulations

It's surprising how just a kind word or two

Can brighten up someone's day

And make it just a little bit happier, a little bit brighter

Small things can mean oh so much

And they don't cost a single red penny

A happy attitude is free for the taking

But is worth a bundle in satisfaction

A bundle of the one thing we all crave

Love, sweet love!



© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Puncture Kit

at  the  entrance   to   the  drive-in church   the road  divides   deceptively

the  sign  signals  divisive  directions  but  mediates  midway  at  midnight

Saviour salvation spirit		                    Satan superstition sacrilege 

God giving guidance 			                        gluttony greed gyrations

resurrection    rejuvenation    revelations   agnostics   atheism   antitheses

righteousness   roadside  assistance  available  ‘enter  at  your  own   peril’

prayers   pious   power  soda pop  popcorn   psychedelics  putrid  paranoia 

temple tables terra-firma		                  trivia temptation tribulations

selfless sacred sustenance		                       slivering snake salivating

the  slow-motion picture  posits  poignant  perusal  but it’s a  silent  movie

apart from back seats groaning settling for sex  sperm and  splits  sheaths

scripted sanguine suggestions                            sighs salubrious screams 

sanctimony shelter serenity		           suffering secrets sneakiness

spare me  serpent and ravaging rod please hit me with your  rhythm  stick

appease  the  apple  anchor my  appetite  avert my  agonizing  aspirations

Eve  enters the epic  production while  Mary Magdalene  marries  measure

suddenly  the  speaker  system sounds  in  supersonic  spectacle’s squeals

sheep and shepherd apparition or angels dreams or duped delirious dance

purity pinnacles pentacles                 punishment penetration perspiration

chaste cinematic celebrations 	              cradling caresses X rated cross

on  the  way  home  the bubble  and the tyres burst into  almighty  shreds

but the spare  rubber  went  missing  and God works in  mysterious  ways


29th August 2020

Premium Member Doubts

Doubts can be planted like a seed
Growing within, for all that we need
Consistency falters, direction fades
The doubts take over in the shade
I saw the light shining high above
Bright as the earth glowing with love
So bright, I walked and couldn’t resist
To focus on the positive through the mist
In a garden spread out, waiting to grow
With shifting thoughts in wind that blows
Across the land, implemented in the mind
Helping me to focus on what to find
Things that work in life or what does not
To help the soul move on with what is sought
As there will always be tribulations to face
On any given day or at any found place
Doubts are only what we allow them to be
When we make the given choice not to see

Heidi Sands

12/2/17
Form: Rhyme

Ain'T It Funny How We Go Day To Day

It's funny how we go day to day acting as if life is just fine 
That's something found only in fairy tales and nursery rhymes 
True we hold up the image portraying everything's okay 
Even though someone wakes with a purpose of tyring to ruin your day 

We walk about emotionless pretending that we're strong 
Dealing with life and it's only mission, to prove that you are wrong 
Putting too much into people that wouldn't invest in us 
Dumping all our trust in something we don't even trust 

Trials and tribulations makes it harder and harder to cope 
Watching revelations come upon us and we act as if it's a joke 
Looking towards the future and we see there is no hope 
Its like watching your house burn down and everything goes up in smoke 

What use pushing for change when we refuse to draw the line 
All the jealousy and hatred from so many narrow minds 
Closing eyes on the truth that we're facing the end of times 
Ain't it funny how we go day to day acting as if life's just fine
Form: Monorhyme

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