Long Warlike Poems
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When a person promotes abortion
telling nothing but lies surely that in itself is a direct product of hate speech
The cloak and dagger of pity
reality has many masks behind a veil of masked deception
hiding dark secrets, those afraid to be revealed transparency
attacking honesty as having little value or purity
When this awakening happens some poor souls are lost
beyond saving trapped by the deceiver preaching untruths and misery
Incapable of loving forgiveness
instead they become a troublesome bully
guilty condemning everything right
in favour of what is wrong with society today
The great depression has consumed many hearts unlawfully
with warlike views it is here we see criminals attacking
the virtues of life and death the very cornerstone of faith
There is no middle ground to be examined in this subject at hand
your either one way or the other, according to the Word of God
I am a sinner forgive me my shortfalls
because in the end we all wish to go to the promised land
some things need to be said because the weeds of fascism is growing, smothering the innocent from speaking forthwith
the state has formed a new church teaching children to be poor within spirit
Anxious in Ancona (1)
His plan, as he’s boarding his baldachined barge
en route for the easterly sea,
(arthritis allowing) is giving it large,
but the pain is as bad as can be:
though Rome is his home, he must go and take charge:
Cortona is cortisone-free.
One thousand four hundred the Christian years
(and then we’ll add sixty-four more):
Pope Pius the Second, that subtlest of seers,
is bound for the Umbrian shore.
He’s even less warlike than Billie Joe Spears,
but wants to be wading through gore.
He’s running a fever, his legs have ballooned,
but he won’t be deflected or swayed.
He’ll not be impugned or dragooned or lampooned:
undampened his rodomontade:
the mention of mercy, mere salt in the wound –
hell-bent on a pious crusade.
The portents are palsied: a bargeman is drowned:
this project is just getting sillier.
“Venetians are keeping us hanging around:
we can hire troops for Tyre in Sicilia.”
The Middle East! Pius wants boots on the ground
(now why does that sound so familiar?)
The ominous omens are gathering thickly,
but no-one could call him a quitter.
He’s scrofulous, suffering, sallow and sickly,
but boyishly buoyant, not bitter.
They land him on sand on the strand of Otricoli,
and lift him aloft in a litter.
Beneath a sky once soft and blue,
Now painted smoke, a darker hue,
The cries of children split the air
A lullaby of deep despair.
The earth, it shakes with fire and flame,
But none can tell the world who’s to blame,
Innocence lies in crimson pools,
While tyrants play with warlike tools.
A mother holds a lifeless hand,
A father searches through the sand,
A baby’s toy, a shattered shoe
Reminders of the life they knew.
The angels weep as souls take flight,
Torn from sleep into the night.
They rise, like stars against the black,
But dreams don’t soar;they’re pulled right back.
For every blast that scorches skies,
Another child stops asking "why."
The sky rains down not hope, but fear,
And silence follows every tear.
Gaza burns, the world turns blind,
Yet echoes linger in mankind.
A prayer for peace, a mournful sound,
As broken hearts fall back to ground.
Let not their deaths be lost in sand,
The blood of Gaza stains our hands.
Speak, until the silence ends,
Till bombs give way to peace again.
For who is God, but the Lord?
the God of wonders who is glorious
He the rock of ages never fails
always striding forth so victorious
This God brought me His strength
making blameless the route of my way
pointing me in His sure direction
proving to myself this God my stay
My feet God's made like dear's feet
took me up high setting myself secure
gives training so my hands are warlike
and ready for all it takes to endure
My Lord has given me salvation's shield
with His right hand there for support
receiving the Lord's gentleness makes me great
so my steps didn't slip standing in God's court
Fighting my enemies overtaking them
turning never back till they're beat
deal with them so they'll never rise
falling down right under my feet
God equipped only with His strength
so I'll be able to defeat those that oppose
they hated God's own but they fell
under God's power came upon His foes
(For who is God, but the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?—
the God who equipped me with strength
and made my way blameless.
He made my feet like the feet of a deer
and set me secure on the heights.
He trains my hands for war,
so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
You have given me the shield of your salvation,
and your right hand supported me,
and your gentleness made me great.
You gave a wide place for my steps under me,
and my feet did not slip.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them,
and did not turn back till they were consumed.
I thrust them through so that they were not able to rise;
they fell under my feet.
For you equipped me with strength for the battle;
you made those who rise against me sink under me.
You made my enemies turn their backs to me,
and those who hated me I destroyed.)
Psalm 18: 31-40 (ESV)
The mystery of man
This is the third day after new year and the day
equally dark and miserable as they were before
the new has number changed.
On the Eve of festivity, drunk people thronged
narrow streets hoarse voices and screams
upsetting dogs and cats.
oddly, we celebrate the new year with
warlike gestures like fireworks.
Most of my friends are dead, yes, we too danced
the golden calf, not knowing what life was about
I still don’t know.
On the third sober day, the same old bombs
killing people, as arms dealers drink champagne.
Our democracy is for the well to do
for us subjugation and waiting for Godot.
THE GHOST BAR
gangrenous chains
rusted and burdensome
lambast the oak plank
etching ethereal gouges
the serpentine length drags
with warlike screams
ghoulish intensity
grabs each bony-disk
with heartlessness
the ice cold floor and
daggered eyes, seem
but a hallucination
to the drunken lot
but the barmaid sees!
she screams
as the breathless apparition
howls with wrathful laughter
she faints, fast and dreadful
the chains coil about his neck
in retribution for his act
yanking him about
the floor gives way like quicksand
and he plummets yet again
to certain death
covered by miles and miles of clanging chain
the barmaid’s brought about by salts
she tells the tale over and over again
until the legend of the ghost bar
becomes famous
detailed in rusty chains and eyes
...one peeks through
10/23/2017
Written: March 07, 2024
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As I gaze up at the sky,
A vision appears in my mind:
A ring of children, of all hues and races,
Joking, holding hands, embracing;
A ring spanning a stallion world
A ring versatile yet unfurled,
A ring symbolizing brotherhood
A ring of abounding love.
This planet—also known as home
It's such a stupendous elixir,
We may grow, sow, and share food,
From its sky, we rave water
From its clay, we nurture,
From its stone we build flats
And in her womb, we lay.
Born as aureate jewels,
Can ignite or extinguish embers
The universe is a bedizen of promise;
Here it hangs its head with a chuckle
But, the world is a vile caesura.
Doom lullabies whispered,
As pilotless drones strike
Phantasm pristine promise
Fetched forward from fallacy;
Sky and sea, once majestic
Ashen gray—a hint of skepticism
Graves replaced hospitals
Leaders now pave tombs
With heroism...
Falsehoods ratified by political fear,
Whilst pillars and epitaphs are in the sky,
Food scarcity—fueled by inflation
Friends turn foes in a dismal imply
Social enigma—imposed by fear,
And kids frolic with rubble—the worst is near
The early sky is tearful
Blaming acid rain for hate
World-destroying plummet
Atone for the past, but futile;
Forlorn screams flood the globe
Unfathomable July snowfall
A stark signal of our perilous crisis.
An inherently warlike planet
An inherently hostile universe
Killing animals, kids, and seniors,
Ill intent spills, pandemonium drools;
Greedy for what we lack
Yearning for ash, rocks, blood,
Scorching soul, gaping abyss,
Sliding down, winding tracks,
Wanting to flaunt
Falling star, soul stab.
Yet we share blood and organs
Requiring alike air,
One day, its clay will wrap us all.
If you go down the valley to where the lake sits.
On each full moon you will find a whirlpool there.
Now if you have the courage to enter into it,
you will be whisked away through time itself.
Turn to the left for the past, dial up the years
and hold on tight as to the past you are whisked.
Go walk with princes and kings in ages gone by.
Sit at Solomon's feet as he deliver's justice.
Walk through the Ice Ages when continents joined,
stoke a woolly Mammoth and ride a sable tooth Tiger
Watch cavemen fighting for survival against all odds.
Go back to the beginning of time and watch the world burst into life.
On the next full moon, try turning right instead.
No idea what you may find, maybe just one vast dust bowl,
left behind by man's destructive ways. A planet without life.
Or maybe a sheer paradise with all living in harmony.
In excitement, you dial up less years, to see how it came about.
One of the first things you notice is that at last we learned.
That now people follow Nature's ways not caring about a fast buck.
Gone is all human greed, prejudices and warlike ways. Just helping hands!
Machinery now mainly a thing of the past. Sundown means lights out.
The dawn of each new day is now respected, revered and celebrated.
Sowing and harvesting, a combined effort with the fruits fairly shared.
No need for placing value on things. Money a thing of the past.
Yes. Go down to the lake and step into the whirlpool of time.
Play with the dials. Go forward or back. Experience it all.
Look with fresh eyes and only take the good on with you.
Then maybe, just maybe you will find the paradise that awaits.
Green Peace or Hunt for the Royal Sun-
trying to get off a planet poisoned by hate and greed-
warlike ideologies armed to the rotten teeth
hoping to find a New World out of here-out there
hanging waiting in out of reaches space
Beyond the Sun, the Moon, the Earth, et al.
A Perfect 10 Solar System.
This Self-sufficient Blue Pearl blueprint
Mindfully designed with Neverending cycles
of renewal after upheaval, regeneration after destruction-
Krakatoa springs to mind - a symbol of regenesis hope...
The gravity of standing upright all over the earth
grounds us to the world right under our feet
We are barefoot and free
Right here in our own back garden.
An apple falling from a tree-did the sky just fall on my head?
Does it take rocket science to search for answers?
Imagination is not always fabulously expressed to see
how many similar ways to escape man's past, present, future...
With heightened mind, Newton searched the Scriptures
with soul searching questions, wrote more than enough
about what was relevant to warriorlike quest-
Focus fixated on the origins of his earthborn mind
Needing to find his spiritual image revealed in endless space.
The physical brain laid out in its original state
of innate need for never-ending learning
So we can reinstate the quest to find
the fringes of divine knowledge-
On our earthly doorstep.
Aqua M
Deep Dive Poem
10/02/2024
Keys from the Word: Isaiah 55:7 - 11."For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways,
and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Ecclesiastes 3: 10-13." He has made everything beautiful in it's time.
He has even put eternity in their heart, yet mankind will never find out
the work the true God has found from the start to the finish. "
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Make known you're tactical plan
To rid the world of this evil scourge
Of wars and the killing of man
It's not too late but it soon will be
Beyond our efforts to change
This world is still a beautiful place
To neglect it would be a shame
Not to acknowledge it's just a loan
This beautiful world of ours
The mountains high, the rolling seas
The sweet smelling scent of flowers
No more abuse let's all make amends
And treat this planet with dignity
Respect for providing this absolute beauty
How tragic to miss this opportunity
Let's put an end to this constant upheaval
Start out as such innocent tykes
Bewildering how we've gone so far astray
And traveled this path so warlike
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Put an end to this strife and selfishness
We owe our life to this place of beauty
Let's forget about all this foolishness!
© Jack Ellison 2013