Long Wargod Poems
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Pain, pneumatic. Sick, my soul.
Hatred, sing in me.
Catching static, Oversoul?
Blind but now I see.
Cone, erupt. Caldera, burn.
Sacred? Nothing. Know:
Tamarisk a-taciturn!
Creation? Hell go!
Fleabag? Emptiness, take hold.
Overflow, toilet.
By God, it's been getting cold!
Heaven, don't you fret.
Apocalypse, come. End Times, go.
Curtain ash, descend.
Falling with an even flow!
Heart within, ne'er bend.
Anger, choke another.
In me you'd want to fly.
Brother, seen thy mother?
No other needs to die!
Tympani, crush. Wargod, beat drum.
Hope, take a new form.
Better dead than live like some!
Hellfire, dark flame, warm.
Train, leave. Empty cars, with death.
Doom, take a deep breath.
Storm, roll in. Wield lightning, Seth.
Zeus, the sea of Tethys...
Vera Lynn's, "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Keeps streaming through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over!
'Tis a poignant reminder of sad and cheerless days during World War Two,
Yet, the Cliffs themselves were a beacon of hope when things were looking blue.
What a beautiful sight for weary bomber crews returning from flak-filled skies!
Seeing those venerable Cliffs, thanking God for their safe return with joyous cries!
Brave young men would live another day to carry on the battle with wings of flight;
On the 'morrow some to live, some to die to rid the world of tyranny's blight!
Royal Air Force pilots clashed in battle o'er the Cliffs - so very few, the very brave,
Defending Britain's shores as enemy planes flew from France in wave after wave!
Alas, many forfeited their lives on The Altar of Honor defending precious liberty.
They placed national destiny above their own that their countrymen might live free.
On a clear day the Cliffs could be seen gleaming from across the Dover Straits.
'Twas surely a beacon of hope for those across the sea facing uncertain fates.
They placed their hope in God praying that their comrades from across the way,
Would come to carry the Torch of Freedom to their shores one glorious day!
The magnificent South Foreland Lighthouse above the Cliffs today stands tall,
And brave men lie in hallowed graves awaiting Gabriel's clarion bugle call.
And Vera Lynn's "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Yet streams through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over and over!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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do people understand that the way to make a good presentation
one needs to be properly dressed for the occasion ?
be it a wedding, a battle of a school graduation
one needs to be suitably attired for the situation
as a believer of God, I'm a Christian soldier on the front line
a prayer driven warrior whom on God's word I stand behind
fighting against principalities seen and unseen
defending the word of God and all that it means
putting on the whole armor of God with a heart full of righteousness
ready to engage in battle and for the occasion properly dressed
strong in the Lord and trusting in His omnipotent powers
outfitted to take on the enemy at any given hour
standing bold with the Belt of Truth tightly around my waist
with the Breastplate of Righteousness rigged firmly in place
feet tricked out with the readiness of the Gospel of Peace
holding the Shield of Faith to stop the weapons of destruction when they're released
sporting the Helmet of Salvation upon my blessed head
wielding the Sword of the Spirit that is by God's word spiritual fed
dressed for the occasion wearing the whole armor of God
suitably attired for battle with a spiritual desire in my heart
I am Zeus the supreme deity
of the Greeks and Romans, who show their loyalty;
and they honor me and worship me
in glorious temples built expecially for me...
and they abound from Asia to Sicily!
Nobody can suppress the chant of the Muses...
that I am the only God of the sky,
and thunder and lightning I fling with fierceness
to those defying me with an envious eye;
victory was mine when I fought the mighty Titans!
In Greece and Italy, you find
sculptures and slaters with my ram-horned
and aurel-wreathed head;
my worshippers see in me a god and friend,
and they invoke me with an honorific sound!
I am Zeus the supreme deity,
and I ride my golden chariot pulled by four horses
that gladly and speedly obey me;
and through forests and grasslands they take me
to Mount Olympus to oversee my entire universe!
Submission, sound thy service.
O slave, soar as ye fall.
Sacred vision, sacrifice.
Keel o'er, one and all.
Thunder on the mountain steep?
Storm, thy purple cloud.
O ye shepherds, guard thy sheep!
Burial, thy shroud.
Raw the wounded inside?
The pain is very fresh.
Poisonous snake, how you hide!
Chain mail, be my mesh.
Yellow queen in city old?
Warrior, be thou bold...
Cavern grotto, art thou cold?
Light issues from mold.
Gold on river bottom?
It's been there for some time.
Wargod evil, beat thy drum!
Hurricane, blow chime!
Deep the dragon's den and dark.
Dole and doom, thy health.
Spaceship massive, where to park?
Treasure, seek thy wealth.
Rake leaves for a bonfire?
It will burn hot and fast.
Will within me, on the pyre?
Never meant to last.
Roundabout the river runs?
Thousand-fold and taut.
Sevens, elevens, and ones?
Golem, what you got.
Dripping down the chasm?
Alert not anything.
Black abyss, thy spasm!
O fairies, dance in ring...