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before the first man made from clay, you caused the seas that toss today, also the
earth you made by hand, it bring forth fruit you did command! arrayed the heavens
sun and moon,.
With living stars the voids festoon.! or perhaps this fame is all undue? a
fallacy a lie untrue! and many people do such expound, that this is so! from
what they've found:)
For they can and will explain, that the elements state it all so plain, and that from
these alone all life came forth, yet in my ignorance I’ll say, in a vacuum case
these things could stay." and then times-plus they should be able to show
how life was formed the way they know.! and yet.! and yet.' I must confess.! And from
what I’ve seen I must digress.' for some women & men,we have been told, with, scientific
apparatus have so to say struck gold.! they planned and wrought, schemed and thought
And brought forth life I do believe." having thought about this quite a while.."
And though my instinct finds it vile; they’ve proved one point... To me past doubt.!
CREATION CREATION... Their deeds shout out..!
© Joe Maverick 23-10-2010
Last night, I raised an undue amount of strife,
with you who gave so much, including life.
I tried to apologize, but truly can't,
without words in ink, my remorseful chant.
I once wrote a poem titled 'You, My Father',
which didn't feel worthy of others' bother.
It felt like fact, like truth, easy observation,
like simple acceptance of my creation.
Now it is time for 'You, My Mother',
a relationship like no other.
My brothers', my own life, you gave,
mine at great risk; you are so brave.
As a man in this life, held fast are the doors,
to the feeling of a life inside of yours.
I will never know the pain you felt,
to give me any chance, a hand dealt.
Amidst any strife, withstanding all the rages,
I have been lucky enough to turn the pages.
To learn the lessons of you and yours,
to seek out better, more peaceful shores.
You have been there every step of my way,
and I know will be every single day.
There is no love like a mother's,
no father's, sister's, or brother's.
It wanes a soft, subtle ache; unrelenting, whispering in my ear just loud enough to remind me. As I pace, I pick up a book and thumb through the pages with undue concern. I glance again at the unwavering, uncaring time. Outside the children still play, the cars still buzz by; for they don't know that I'm here, and lonely. Where are the arms that will hold me when I'm 60 years of age? The longing gaze that tells me I am still meant to be here. This is not the grand solitude that I've always longed for. This isn't what the end was supposed to be. Where do I belong for the rest of my life? Not here, not now.
For if this is what loneliness feels like, I won't stay.
I
For long faulted as wicked causing pain,
And condemned as crooks of a cruel kind—
Old prejudice or heartless brain’s refrain,
Repeated ad nauseam a point to grind—
An error all the same of humankind,
Yet, thorns for sure, villains we never are,
Veil not Flowers your harsh front hid behind,
Thorns might have cruel look, but kindly core.
Your spring blossoms, Flowers, bestirred by breeze
Oft a caress steal at an early dawn,
Or take your youthful buds on life’s new lease,
Who love to pinch a spike of a naïve thorn.
Try to be your own judge O to tell us:
Who’s innocent, who has harsh animus?
II
Innocent who’s, who has impish passion,
Your spring blossom no less than red rage is
To us— lifelong mendicants on mission—
You lure, sway us— meditating sages,
Whenever your youthful blossoms embrace
Us, try sway us from our austere a course,
And still, we thorns not once have lost our grace,
Blamed no less still in popular discourse…
That, innocent seems to be tender skin,
Not our kind oh with a rough exterior,
We thorns are scarce evil from core within,
Yet, it’s not so to this world of error.
Aphrodite shoots with arrows of flowers,
Whilst Shiva’s trident fair blessings showers.
III
Yet, weapon of war’s called Shiva’s trident,
Whilst flowers get undue paeans of praise,
These ways or world fail not us to amaze,
If truth assailed is, it’s no accident.
Why, wonder I, He who would trident bear,
Cares for no worship performed with flowers,
Scorches passion of world, poison doth bear,
Why Shiva over all deities towers.
The way thorns are, no flower’s ever known,
We point places to go, point to the time,
Point at duty, why kings wear thorn-studded crown….
Not flowers, thorns point to places so prime.
Rejoice O Flowers still, you win the day,
Whilst doomed are we to live a life of lay.
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Crown of Sonnets |07.03.2024| flower, thorn
Caregiver
Caregiver,
You came into our family
As a river of hope.
Ever flowing, always there,
Providing loving care,
So we could cope.
Caregiver,
You became an uncaring taker.
With your undue influence
You spent her money
On your own selfish wants.
Under false pretenses, you dragged her along daily,
Using her vehicle for your own personal errands.
Like a foe you fought our family!
As we became wise to your machinations.
And when your goose was finally cooked,
Your last act was to vandalize in secret,
Leaving her heartbroken.
Oh, Uncaring Taker,
How unconscionable were your actions.
How hateful you became.
Why were you this way?
How I would like to make you pay,
But it's her wish to leave it this way.
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December 9, 2019
F T I SPECIAL family
Brian Strand, sponsor
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Up In Smoke - A Collection of Poems" via wattpad.com
Why do people tell untruths,
And lie about their neighbors,
Spinning tales of guilt and shame.
With tongues as sharp as sabers?
Why spend the time alotted you,
Destroying reputations,
Causing undue anguish 'mongst,
Your friends and close relations?
For one lie just begets one more,
And then the ball starts rolling,
And soon you've told so many lies,
The thing just won't quit growing;
And lies don't just produce more lies,
Oh No, there's that and more,
There's Hate for all the things you said,
And then Revenge for sure;
So lies are not just little things,
They hurt whoever's mentioned.
It doesn't really matter,
What at first was your intention;
For words have power, don't forget,
So guard your tongue with care,
For once the words have passed your lips,
It's said for foul or fair;
And life is such a fleeting thing,
Each day that passes, forfeit.
We really can't afford to waste,
One single, precious moment.
"TO HATE IS TO BE A LIAR, TO SLANDER IS TO BE A FOOL."
Proverbs 10:18
"WHEN A GOOD MAN SPEAKS, HE IS WORTH LISTENING TO BUT THE WORDS OF FOOLS ARE A DIME A DOZEN."
Proverbs 10:20
GOOD QUILL HUNTING
8/2/2023
Deep into the caverns of my mind
I sauntered,
To perhaps discover treasures, I
wondered.
Something divinely sparkling and
shimmeringly sweet.
For other souls to cherish and to
soulfully keep!
In these caverns, it's dark and so
mystically still!
I anticipate a bright new poem just
waiting for me on a gleaning, turquoise hill.
Poetry so much like the grandest of ballets.
A new poem, to pen then,without undue delay!
It all ends whe you give up,
when you can't find your way out;
then darkness comes down on you...
to take away the beautiful light...
and you wished you had pulled through...
to regret what you can't undue!
All the certainty you felt inside
has been washed away by tides
like those footprints on the dry sand,
wondering where they all went!
It all ends when you feel down,
you let loneliness settle in;
feeling no joy,giving no love...
someone without the will to live!
All the pride and happiness
become empty and worthless;
you look at the spendid sunrise,
you see the joy on their faces,
but emotions long for those words
you'd like to forget and put away...
words that meant something yesterday!
It all ends when you give up hope,
and look to others to help you cope,
when tragedies demand your courage;
you lose confidence and worthiness,
making living an unrequired challenge...
fulfilling none of your promises!
All the castles we had built together
tumble down...in the rolling waves;
and we hoped they'd last forever,
but they vanished like morning dreams!
Babies of Beslan............
The darkest day in history,
Brought tears to my eyes.
Many Russians murdered,
In a mass of horrid cries.
Hundreds of innocent people,
Seen fleeing through the streets.
Bodies thrown onto the verge,
In a sea of blood-stained sheets.
So many kept within a school,
Being held against their will.
Suicide bombers with booby traps,
That care not who they kill.
An act by Chechen rebels,
Seeking freedom for their kin.
With scenes of utter carnage,
From those terrorists within.
Semi-naked children,
Seen running through the street.
The Chechen rebels in the school,
Shooting at their feet.
Bombs and bullets filled the air,
As the smoke engulfed the skies.
People running from the school,
With terror stricken eyes.
Such barbaric bloody actions,
Brought death and undue pain.
The heart of the Beslan community,
Won't see their like again.
May the Lord our God watch over you,
May he guide you by his light.
May he hold you in his arms again,
And keep you safe tonight...........
In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.
Have you ever told a story, said something that was untrue,
Perhaps to make yourself look good though such tactics were undue?
Have you ever denied a thing that truth of fact you'd done,
Perhaps for self protection when you were under the gun?
Have you ever betrayed a friend who thought you could be trusted,
Who stood by you through thick and thin but you left their life disrupted;
By things you said and things you did you never should have done,
But you thought only of yourself and things you could have won?
Have you ever betrayed the love of a friend or family member,
And used their love and loyalty to light a fire like tender;
A fire that burned the bridges that they tried to build for you,
A fire you built with cruel lies, a fire that grew and grew,
Until all that you had hoped for and all that you did have,
Was burned to ashes, blown away by the winds of righteous wrath?
Instead of trying to look good, so smart, so in the know,
It's better oft to hold your tongue when winds of trouble blow.
If you can't say something good,then don't say something bad.
Hurting others hurts you too, it leaves you tired and sad,
Without a friend or relative who gives a whit, a care,
And without friends and family you haven't got a prayer.