Long Valor Poems
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because you are best
and great they consider you
your talents
your worthiness
this makes these things true
beyond magnificent
well beyond wonderful
you are best of the best
great and admiral
considered
valued and best
in all classes they speak
of you
marvelous and fabulous too
then it is your kingdom
you reign supreme
a nightmare in opposition
to that special one
a glamorous dream
platinum privilege
and a gold standard
silver lined appreciation
what else would you think
above all others
theirs known like you
best of the best
greatest in everything
you do!
what words spoken tunes by
honored men : valor describes there tune
to entertain the thoughts
fair and righteous too !
. grasping calls for righteousness, is true,
trumpets sound to hear it
strings with lyrics speak this too!
ye men of valor sing us,
a gracious trust they do,
beyond the nights with woman,
each man stands honest and true
speak him as honored,
best at what he do!
instruments and lyrics,
the song just right for you!
best,and honored : magnificent.
fabulous is you,
best of best in mention
honored and true
noteworthy your value,
it speaks a lot for you
kindhearted spirt,
the best at what you do !
To take to wings of virtue, peace, philanthropy and truth
White in purity and eyes that spread beset the flight to take
To greater heights imagined dreams too lofty to the test
Be not the single soul as time shall have its trial be
Its consequence, constancy and principle to prove
And what prevails the story read its bravery doth find
Its hero's valor founded on the betterment of all
For this is our oath to civilize our virtue's latitude
Our humanistic element, our affirmation kind
So fall sweet Icarus from grace your soaring altar lifted
To be humbled by the path you chose of useless significance
October 14, 2019
Pick A Title, #10, Blank Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Title #Icarus Falling
The days are running in front of my and the music is vibrating inside me, daylight is shining in my face and the some things are still out of place; my heart is nowhere to the found and the morning has had me bound.
Oh solace of the night, you have traveled from afar to bring
Peace to this troubled world, I know that you are kind and your love for the human race is divine.
You seek neither money power nor fame and everything you do it is done in Allah’s name, those that seek wisdom from you will make the right decision when the heaven meet with the sun for the world must come together as one and we will live like brothers and sisters throughout the land.
My heart is racing up the hill and I just cannot keep still, I can hear it beating against a strong wind that settle in the tree and the branches are spreading all over me, get up and pace around the room and answers will come to you soon.
Go back a little in time and history will open your mind, rewrite the clause of yesterday and blow the stagnant breeze away. Update the clause that says peace and paint it with love of a higher degree; the thoughts of men cannot be hidden and their action of the past cannot be blotted out; the silent words that have never been spoken will give you the victory at last.
Unscrupulous men of valor lined out on the corridor with necks and chin erected in the sky have breached the barriers and defies the order and still looking for a method to take the blessing away; but the heavens forbids such terrible and wicked sins.
The bald eagle is flying around in the sky, with a vision that bears the secrecy of life; it will solidify the plans and cool down the temperature on the land.
Where did my heart go when I start the show?
Where did my heart go when it has no other place to go
I can hear it beating and mingling with all the greetings,
The ego has gone through the door and my heart is asking for more and love is all over the floor, peace is the power of love that resonates from above, come and embrace me and your spirit shall be free
Where did my hear t go?
It’s time to begin the show
I
Twisted chains bite deep
Terrorizing the flesh
And making it cry
A small beam of light
In an otherwise dark room
All that one could cling to
The steady drip, drip, drip
But the light provides little warmth
In the face of biting cold
The victim is in despair
Clapped in chains of his own creation
Imprisoned in his own mind
II
Stolen virtue and valor
Writing chapters in his own blood
Amalgamations of other's lives
Eyes corrupted with sin and greed
Gleefully holding hands out begging for more
While stealing from those who give
A child no longer but still he yearns
For the love of a father he never had
And it makes his blood boil
The thief is without repute
Feeding upon the generosity of others
Never to be his own man
III
Godless eyes peer down upon
The victim and the thief
Seeing true to their inner self
For as unaware of each other they are
They both burden the same soul
By sharing the same body
It's a corruption of eloquence
And in inane dance of decadence
But it never really made much sense
The judge sees it all
From a lofty perch built of irony
For he shares the same body
IV
Life is a comedy of misfortunes
And given the chance to succeed
He chose to fail
The fall of man is written in his eyes
Because despite himself he tells only lies
And even the truths carry hints of falsities
So as all the monoliths crumble and fall
Deep in his mind he saw it coming
Steadfast to the road to ruin
The victim, the thief, and the judge
Each distinct but each a criminal
But it is the body that will pay the price
Cá nesta Babilônia
Cá nesta Babilônia, na qual existe
matéria fraca
tanto quanto o mundo pode criar.
Cá, onde patriotismo não tem valia,
cá onde a mãe pátria,
minuto a minuto é profanada;
cá, onde o mal se afina, o bem se dana,
e pode mais a tirania do que que a honra;
cá, onde a errada e cega esquerda
cuida que um nome vão a deus engana;
Cá, neste labirinto,
onde o certo e nobre,
leva o valor e o saber a pedir;
pela cobiça e o projeto de poder;
Cá, neste escuro caos de confusão,
neste dia,
cumprindo o caminho da natureza
que a tudo entropicamente corrige.
Vê como me esqueci de ti...!
... The pen is mightier than the sword ...
The poet knight went off to war
To prove his valor true.
Sir Arthur Berk, the troubadour,
Knew he had much to do
For he had found a greater sword
To strike his foes down dead.
He swore to fight invading horde
And make their ink spill red.
Each lord, farm hand and tavern maid,
Had often heard him tell
The fierceness of his secret blade
And all the foes it fell.
Of dragons and of armies past
He'd read this weapon killed.
The legend of his sword was vast;
The ink would soon be spilled.
Soon rival horde had come again
All took up sword and shield.
The armies prepped for battle then
Were met upon the field.
They yelled and brandished spear and dirk
But soon were silent when
All held their breath to watch Sir Berk
As he unsheathed his ... pen?
He rushed in sure and unconcerned
But fell at the first blow,
And what new truth he might have learned
I guess we'll never know.
But if, perhaps, he'd been more keen
Sir Berk might still yet live;
Too late he learned the difference 'tween
Literal and Figurative.
9.13.18
Contest: Unsheathe Your Sword
Retirement
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Stop working now
The boss was hopeless
Gave you no hope
The nine-to-five grind
Is over now
Retirement
Exit, exit excite
Up, up away
Banjo your mango
Man goes
Peddle your medal
On your salad day
Now is not the time
To join the navy
The prospects look good
And plum the perks are
Light up the shadows of your heart
The acceptable goodbyes are gone
Cunning and guile is over now
Your time hath come now
You have been on
The see-saw of redemption
And have seen
The trickery and deceit of
Those coconuts
The valor of the dastard
Made you suffer for your pound
And their illustrations of deception
Their myths of abstractions
In silence you could not reply
But be shut and sulk.
You were brave
Your time is art now
And no more tick tock
Go out with a bang
Before the haunted dark
Peachy life now
Sleeves are down
Your retirement eve
Grow rich, go rich and
Trump up your comfort.
I Am David, I Am King, I Am Nelson, I Am Ali
I Scintillate Internally,
I Am Strong, I Am of Brawn
I Am Samson Strong
I Am Valiant, I Am a Champion
these scars they witness, I Carry the Strength of a Thousand Men!
I Am Monumental, I Am a Mountain, in Psalms in Vastitudes
In Vicars, and Swords, and Infinitudes
I Am Powerful, I AM
Thou, are Born Bright again
Thou, bear these Wings for in Flight I just might catch Thy Light again
Catch that Night, that cold ember that sparked Thy Flame
Sword High, I Power through in Codex's of Valor
In Blades, In Luminance, in Solar Power
In Grace, perched High like Olympus Heights
Sword from Stone, from Stone I just might Take Flight
I just might Break Ranks, by Faith and Blaze towards Better Days
towards Better Ways, and by the Swiftness of the Blade, I find the Strength
A mother of eight
Left to raise them on her own
Damn that man...for dying
And leaving her lost, alone
A soldier of valor
Stood his ground in the face of fear
Now, he is court marshaled
For the lies they wanted to hear
A child hides in a closet
Hearing every thwack of the belt
Fighting the concern welling up
To be experienced, processed, felt
.......no grid
Pain beyond measure
Racks the prisoner of war
Trying to get through the moment
Til there will be no more
.......breath
Relief doesn't come
In fact, it builds and festers
Til the filters, ideals, beliefs
Are sequestered
.......to show themselves
and .........Give an account
to WHO?????
If one has no reason
And finds no need to question
Life is just a series of events
A journey without suggestion
Hmmm....what's that like?
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-06-2019
Note: I have always had a grid. My encounter with TRUTH at 18 months set my path. Here I am now, faced with a truth I had never considered...it's a gift; therefore, compassion is necessary for understanding. I hope I have entered into the Grid deep enough to provide insight.
Quero tudo
Persista com o dia que tem
Com o trabalho
Que faz
E assim transforma vidas.
No sobe e desce
Da vida
E dos negócios!
É da natureza humana
Querer mais lucros
Mais facilidades
Menos trabalho.
Quem prospera sabe sempre:
Persista com o dia que tem
Com o trabalho
Que faz!
Quero tudo
Persista com o dia que tem
do mesmo modo
e da mesma maneira!
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