Long Warring Poems
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I found a haven from a home
Where the ever changing battles
I could not win
In a group of amazing people
That just so happened
Belonged to a church
They never judged or
Made me feel less because
My clothes didn't come from the Gap
Soon enough I realized that this group was special
When church after church turned their backs in disdain
My car was rusted
My dress threadbare
My mother crazy
My offering not enough
As I grew older I stayed away
From a religion that embodied hypocrisy
How I abhor deceit
My faith I still held even though
I distrusted the institution that taught me
I felt in my heart that there must be some truth
In the love Jesus spoke of
With much conviction
I sometimes wondered if we read the same bible?
Did they read how he washed the feet of Mary Magdalene?
Many years it would be
Till like a thunderbolt I woke up and
Saw the truth that had always been there
We are all connected every person, animal, tree, mountain
And all the beautiful flowers
There's a rhythm and balance that can be found in nature
We somehow lost while building nations
We should love and care for one another
Not because we're told
Because we want to
Understand we must stop warring
And destroying this planet
Because who's being destroyed is
Us
Live in every moment
Feel all your feelings
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow is not certain
This is my truth it may not be yours
I will respect what you believe
Please all I ask is the same
01/06/2021
My Spiritual Journey Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
It is so grim- that sudden thunderstorm
that kills calm feelings- makes one gasp aloud;
instills the threat of doom to then reform
a happy heart to darken neath its shroud.
The gloomy, blackened sky thunders its booms;
this huge, black monster, no one can control-
while wistful lightning lashes out and zooms
with downward shocks at targets as its goal.
Away from windows, I resign and hide.
Depression stirs my melancholy view,
as giant warring clouds above collide
destroying happy thoughts of peaceful blue.
And there, withdrawn, I stay till I know when
the battle's done- and Sun will rule again.
5/3/16
Continue trying no aborting
Birds overhead flying and soaring
Many patterns and shapes from the clouds in the sky forming
During morning and nights of storming
Exploring
Otherwise it is boring
As events and time continues coursing
This life isn't always rewarding
And may not go according
To plans without a warning
The weather warming
People still warring
To desperate measures they are resorting
Above and below places without flooring
Using my heart, soul, head and hands
Just trying to do the best I can
Across any seas and stretch of land
Above and below the trench and sand
Seeing the size of different silhouettes expand
While atop the ledge of the cliff edge I stand
By: Dalton Ogletree
Wind chimes, are you waking me from my hopelessness?
Losing the will to survive, and in helplessness, wavering...
Yes, I hear you as I flee from wretchedness' torments
Toward the promises of God, with His love, grace and might!
Wind chimes, are you rousing me against being drowned in misery?
Fearing death, warring against sickness, sorrow and pain…
Yes, I hear you as I cling to the Lord with faith for His rescue
Upon His mercy, offering heaven and everlasting life’s gift!
Wind chimes, are you warning me of my arrogance?
Exalting myself, wasting my resources extravagantly…
Yes, I hear you as I run from hell-bound foolishness
Thru the wisdom of the Bible, anchored by Christ’s precepts!
Wind chimes, are you shaking me out of my perverted perspective?
Losing sight of divine values, weakening me down…
Yes, I hear* you as I seek the Master with His perfect plan
With the vision of His triumphant eternal kingdom!
Psalm 85:8 I will hear what God the LORD will speak: for he will speak peace unto his people, and to his saints...
August 27, 2018
4th place, "Wind Chimes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 8/29/2018.
On October the 7th, the precarious peace
of the disputed ancient lands began to cease.
The enraged avengers brought the Al-Aqsa flood
that deluged the Re'im music festival with blood.
Then very swiftly came the lopsided response
that decimated women and children at once.
The zionists' war machine sweeps the Gazan land,
rendering its closely compacted earth to flatland.
The Mosques, churches, schools, and hospitals are all gone.
Scores wail uncontrollably aloud as they mourn.
Having no point of refuge, refugees take flight
as they seek for bombshelters with no hopes in sight.
Hamas belligerents their explosive arrows throw
at overwhelmed defenses of an ageold foe.
Zionists with torrential explosives respond
with offensive operations within and beyond.
Oh that the Gaza strip might tranquility know!
Oh that the blood in the West bank would cease to flow!
Oh that Israel would flourish and as a nation grow!
Oh that the warring factions would the seed of peace sow!
Oh that the two warring factions would merry and dance!
Oh that the two state solution was given a chance!
(Quatorzain)
Outside my window The earth shakes.
Loud roars of thunder crash as the lightening blinds my vision;
Nordic Gods warring in the darkened sky outside my window.
Outside my window The rain falls.
Raindrops form rivulets on the glass in the torment that rages;
Ever changing images through slow movie frames outside my window.
Outside my window The wind blows.
Limbs of trees create ghostly dances to the melody of the storm;
Star crossed lovers reach with leafy hands for longing embrace outside my window.
Outside my window The Flowers bloom.
Sweet Night Blooming Jasmine shivers in the cool damp air;
Beauty, fragility, strength outside my window.
People in the distance meandering aimlessly through the night.
Life goes on outside my window.
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(Free Verse for Contest)
Outside my window The earth shakes.
Loud roars of thunder crash as the lightening blinds my vision;
Nordic Gods warring in the darkened sky outside my window.
Outside my window The rain falls.
Raindrops form rivulets on the glass in the torment that rages;
Ever changing images through slow movie frames outside my window.
Outside my window The wind blows.
Limbs of trees create ghostly dances to the melody of the storm;
Star crossed lovers reach with leafy hands for longing embrace outside my window.
Outside my window The Flowers bloom.
Sweet Night Blooming Jasmine shivers in the cool damp air as people hurry by;
Beauty, fragility, strength. Life goes on outside my window.
09/27/15
James Inman
OUTSIDE MY WINDOW : NEW POETS ONLY CONTEST-1st Place
Bev Smith
10/8/2015
Vultures
See them circle high upon the wing
Their beady eyes scan for anything
A weakness in their prey is all they need
And patience for its death before they feed
They watch hyena harry of the weak
To join in the gore is all they seek
To get their beaks in flesh by any means
They listen, waiting for the dying screams
See them circle lower to the ground
Encouraged by the warring battle sound
In numbers now, to the fight they flock
To witness murder of him in the dock
They watch hyena with his teeth now bared
Knowing soon his meal will be shared
The scent of blood, delighted with the kill
Swooping in, enjoying every thrill
See them flutter ugly in the dust
To scavenge in a death that seems unjust
The victim, he was happy getting by
Pot bellies satisfied without a sigh.
It was good while it lasted... the smell of bacon the sniff of a watermelon fresh cut morning grasses. The caressing of my lover living young then growing old together. The whims of the a newborn baby. Those the fluorescent sweet flowers daffodils, roses, tulips, lavender. Though a tear running down my cheek. The calming soothing sweet smells of a babies feet. The warm brightness of the sun on my forehead brighten me. I savor the flavor of chocolate milk butter toast butter rice or sugar in my bowl of cereal standing industry as warm blood runs through it as Jesus parts the skies any people Warring killing and fighting. Many people cry it was good while it lasted life itself but it's much much better in heaven that's what's next be it good or bad happy or sad it was so good, it was good while it lasted...
11/14/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Drizzling webs, wanderer’s shelter
Asylum to the nocturnal,
Warring, nomadic spirits, rambling
On gossamer threads, strands so silken
Trembling with soundless lessons….
Sprinkling buds, costly shadows
Silhouettes of bruised flowers, eclipsed,
By the plethora of rain, flowing,
Gentle like the voice of mourning sun,
Pledging to erase the silence of stardust moon…
Showering oaks, walnuts and pine trees
In affectionate kisses, wet like a river,
Risking each tender glance,
Graceful as the Sunday morning hymns,
More psalm than proverb, so still and cool…
Raining droplets of liquid faith, prayers
Prayed by souls who listen,
To the descent of yesterday’s praises,
Whispering through the mist,
Blessing each heart with flavors of melting kisses.
We are born remembering
DNA's sacred syntax,
cryptic receipts with multigenerational redemption value,
to redeem integrity through this incarnation's
fully functional root and crown potential
For ecological
politically co-intelligent
co-operative economic practice
with polyculturally unconditional intent
Mutual subsidiarity of peace
compassioning just rightness
declared only through solidarity
in co-prehensive
leftbrain consciousness.
Who are these would be CoRedemptive Mentors
stalking my multi-regenerational mirror?
Tempted by good and evil
I reconnect MotherEarth's suffering
to monotheistic FatherSun's not listening,
steadfastly ambivalent feelings
ambidextrously languaged
Riding Time's enculturing edge
flying forward for hope of better
stronger
surer lasting light,
fleeting backward darkening doubtful powers
to change what I cannot compassionately tolerate
to fulfill EarthJustice commitments together
as we might
were Anthros not a lone Redeemer
anti-hero monoculture
Prophets without sufficient Time
for holy spirit's embryonic forms
flowing full-natured unction.
This present makes a safer home
than future's pregnant womb
or past's enslaving RoyalAnthro tomb
severing analogical revolutions
apart
rather than preserving integrity's resolutions
together.
Double-bound
stigmatic
messiah wounds
Breathing in Earth's first breath
while dying out Ego's already last,
stifling my victorious solo shout
"not yet...not yet" out
My mythic time
portends mystery's co-redeeming climax
without embracing Beloved EarthTribe's
sacred sensory resonance.
Redeemer musing Heart
mediating fragile warring Mind
against unwisely breaking Body,
our Trinitarian Teleology
As messianic restitution
perpetually rides
Earth's suffering surf
of almost pregnant paradise.