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I swung with a vengeance but missed that damned fly
The breeze I’d created caused him to pass by
My electric racquet in underarm mode
Still failed to make that bluebottle explode
It filled me with hate as it buzzed round my plate
I swung and I swung and became more irate
That foul little demon was soon to be dead
As soon as it took itself off of my head
Now, I’m not a coward in anyone’s book
But I’m in no hurry to smell my brain cook
I angled my zapper to strike as it rose
And almost set fire to the tip of my nose
It flitted at speed like a Pac-Man on heat
But I am a human… I will not be beat
My dinner was cooling and it wasn’t salad
I’ll murder that fly and then write me a ballad
Overarm, underarm, back-hand and flip
My energised racquet was firm in my grip
At one point it landed on chandelier-high
And I had to wave that light fitting goodbye
My sausage was cold (can we please keep this clean)
And I had become a fly killing machine
A back somersault and a cartwheel or two
My electric racquet had flashed neon blue
Poor little Tiddles, she trusted me so
Her recuperation has some way to go
But I’ll give her cuddles and snuggles and then
I dearly regret that I zapped her again
Twas kinda Dick Whittington, but in reverse
Tiddles left home and I don’t know what’s worse
My poor little kitten is out on her own
But that demon-fly is at rest on my phone
How great the temptation to say what the hell
And batter that fly and my iPhone as well
But then it took off and it sped through the air
I swung and I swiped and set fire to my hair
Okay I confess; just a few hairs got singed
But I don’t have many and that’s why I whinged
In anger I swiped at the sound of its hums
Which came close to giving me two deep fried plums
How bloody long can a bluebottle live
My electric racquet and I cannot give
Yet more gymnastics to vanquish our foe
As I shoot some volts through my right hand big toe
I whirled like a dervish and now on a mission
I swung like a thing that had infra red vision
But, boy, did I cheer at the quiet little ‘phut!’
As that fly took a window to find it was shut
***
But now I feel guilty for I’ve done okay
Though I don’t know who saw me swinging away
I owe my new job to that small airborne menace
My local school wants me to teach the kids tennis
I leaned back and rubbed my work – weary
eyes as the stress of teaching left my
mind.
The children were playing a few yards away from me.
Their cheerful laughter could easily be heard above the
din of voices.
I checked on them briefly, then turned to the sky that
stretched out in a seamless blue. Occasional clouds
floated by.
It was a beautiful day to be out. I was glad that I had decided
to take a break from work and bring the kids to the park. My
husband agreed whole hearted
The children had jumped at the opportunity to go
play there; though it didn’t have much for play
equipment.
Despite the slight sheen of rust on the slide and
the dull pin pricks on the wood swing, the kids loved the
decrepit playground.
However if the parents ever found out what the children did
on the fallen play ground, they would be most
certainly be shocked at the manner of it all. For those
parents had no notion of what those children hid.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I looked at my twin in earnest. He had to understand.
In order to save Lishon I had to go. Just had
to.
The river flowed before us with a vengeance. It was as if the
water was displeased with the rocks and it had taken upon
itself to punish them.
Jorden looked at me sadly at the thought of jumping.
He knew that it would cost me my life if I
did.
“You just can’t Clarisa. If you jump the Noli will take over
Lishon and without you at the archers command they
will vanquish us.”
“Yes, but if the river is not quieted, our armies will drown.
As the Shana of the sea I must have control: just as you must
control the evergreen and the willow.”
“That’s different and you know it. The sea is fickle and
will turn its tide with little concern but to toss you from
its grave.”
“Jorden I must do what I must and not you, nor
the Noli, nor the Glifon , nor even the Great Shuka can
stop me.”
“Watch what you say Clarisa or the Great Shuka will
stop you.” Jorden’s features softened after this warning.
He knew.
I looked at my twin affectionately. For all that he
was, Shano of all trees and animals on land, he was
still my brother.
“Should I not return, defend Lishon with all you have. If
all goes well the frilena shall bloom once more in Lishon’s
courtyard.”
Jorden’s eyes glimmered like the wisps of freed droplets
from the surge of the cataclysmic rapids that was once calm.
He knew.
WHAT'S GOING ON
The things going on in our families,
The things going on in industry,
The things going on in politics,
The things going on just make me sick.
Most folks don't see what's happening.
They can't seem to see what the future brings.
Our music, our culture, our kids and our schools,
They're changing it all as we sit here like fools.
The things we allow and the things we ignore,
Will kill us at length like malignant sores.
They're trying to kill off our ethnic pride,
And pride in our country has all but just died.
We hang head in shame when they mention our God,
We apologize for being Christian clods.
We defend with a vengeance the idols brought here,
Reminding each other that their faith is dear.
While allowance is made for strange cultures and faiths,
Our own God and culture's pushed back, loses face.
We sure have been lucky God's so full of Grace,
And has waited so long to put things back in place.
Our country was founded on God's good promise,
And no we treat Him like some obscure premise.
Some think it's so cool to insult God Almighty,
They think they're so witty, so with it, so fiesty;
But soon they will sing a whole different tune,
When the seeds that they've sown have all come to bloom.
When they've all lost their freedom and there's nowhere to turn,
And they see when they die for indifference they'll burn.
When they finally see there's a Heaven and Hell,
And all of these changes were their warning bell.
When they see the cost of their wicked ways,
And it all comes to pass at The End of Days.
Judy Ball
"Let the one who does wrong still do wrong, and let the one who is filthy still be
filthy; and let the one who is righteous still practice righteousness, and let the one
who is holy still keep himself holy.
Behold, I am coming quickly and My reward is with Me to render to every man
according to what he has done.
I am The Alpha and The Omega, The Beginning and The End.
Blessed are those who wash their robes that they may have the right to The Tree of
Life and may enter the gates into The City."
Revelation 22:11-14 "
Pay Day is going to be a blessing for some and a curse to others.
What's it going to be to you?
These feelings I harbor so deep down in my heart and soul
The ones I've tried so hard to just ignore
My present and future time is not my own because my emotions have taken control
They've come back from my past with a vengeance and want to settle the score
They won't release their hold and I don't know where they are taking me
The plot here now thickens
The place I'm at now I don't want to be
Emotions and feelings are running high and it's extremely wicked
I had you back for a brief moment in time
I thought I'd finally again seen the light
There goes life again screwing with my mind
Now my soul's on an endless flight
Long ago I thought I'd put you and your memory far behind
but my heart still finds you when I close my eyes at night
I'm lying here on the floor for you I'm always bleeding
One can only bleed so much and for quite sometime my time here as it's known is tickin'
Leaving me here to die this way is so very wicked
Don't you know by now you are the one who has me completely spellbound
You have me so trapped by your love, that your side is where I'm chained and I don't want
them breaking
In your arms is the only place I so long to be found
Are you just going to leave me here forsaken
I'm trying hard not to make a sound
Even if my soul is what you keep taking
And there's my heart still laying on the ground
Can't you yet clearly see
Or has she got you turned that far upside down and twisted so much it has you sickened
She will never be able to every love you like me
And to you it's so frightenly wicked
I'm right here in this same place still screaming out your name
Even though she's holding you everyday
I gave you my love and unlike her I never gain it in vain
So will it end up being you or her who's left walking away
Because it will happen just the same as it did with her before because all she's doing to you
is playing a game
Try looking each other in the eyes to tell I love you to the other bet you just can't find the
words to say
You and I however, did it before
But no words needed to actually be spoken because as we looked into each others eyes to
you my heart listened
Please on us don't once again just close the door
Don't do that yet another time to me just because she's the one with whom is so
Dementally wicked
Rain seeps into every crack and crevice
chilling to the bone
Winter has arrived with a vengeance
and summer is forever gone.
Ice slicks the asphalt, into a
glittering glistening death trap.
Here begins the slow invasion
of the unrelenting cold.
This grubby little mutt follows one day,
His hair matted, claws overgrown.
You take pity on the poor thing;
Starving and probably ill.
(A miserable pup with big sad eyes)
And leave blankets and scraps out the door
You wonder of his owners forgotten
He’s no street dog- well behaved and gentle
Perhaps abandoned, lost.
But maybe not. He’s ugly, scarred
Hairless in patches- He belongs in a kennel.
You don’t want him- and feel an inexplicable deep hatred
The wag of his tail infuriates and the curve of his snout enrages.
You slam the door.
A glass spills and everything is red.
Merlot on the carpet, scarlet on the bed.
You knock over the roses
Deep crimson of condolence
You want to draw blood, you want to destroy
You crave another’s red bloody torment
Schadenfreude, be damned
His whines pierce-
through the cold air of the night,
and the solid wooden door.
The royal blue E minor: the laments of the abandoned
You can’t help but join in song
As the wretched creature
howls expressivo at the starless sky
a symphony of loss.
Violins screech to his scratching
with trills, mordents and turns.
The descending melodic line fades and echos;
As the merciless tonic pedal of time ticking
crescendos.
The clarinets wails accompaniment;
subdominant, tonic, leading.
And with a plagal cadence, the mutt droops his tail
Morning arrives- painfully slow
The rising sun thaws anguished aubergine
And leave only tender lapis of fingers frostbitten.
They struggle; falls a familiar key
As you reach and bend
Moist; a warmth unexpected and wet
As the mutt licks your hand
tongue curling around a corpse’s digits
nuzzling his cold snout into the back of your knee.
Tongue lolling, tail wagging
The mutt never leaves.
The frost on the tree branches promise
Of how you’ve lived and grown
They shimmer like precious silver
and accent the beauty of home.
The fresh biting air,
with great gasping breaths you shiver.
Here begins a new journey
With your most loyal friend.
This summer was so crazy with a drought but still where mosquitoes multiplied.
And we’re leaving behind a hurricane that attacked the Midwest from all sides.
The crops were lost as months of over 100-degree temperatures, drove us hard.
They were Months that steadily held us captive within our own house doors.
I was soooo looking forward to Autumn where every thing would step aside.
I was dreaming of cool nights so mellow and days where I could walk my dog.
Yes, where the dogs feet and our shoe bottoms, would not be melting off.
Where leaning over the fence while talking to neighbors could be done.
But then, BOOM, along came Autumn, and I do mean with a capital B-O-O-M!
Our acorn tree decided for the first time in 30 years…to go forth and bloom...
And the gumball tree with its little spikes, doesn’t ever want, to be outdone.
The trees are very old and big at more than three stories high, you know…
I shouldn’t have watered them soooo much during the drought and heat, with glee.
For those cute little acorns are now shooting off the trees at mock ten, I do believe.
They hit the house and ground, then ricochet with a force that makes me grieve.
Dozens come down, at a time, bouncing with speeds even planes can’t achieve.
Umbrellas don’t seem to work as they bounce off the house and patio below…
Lord…help me Jesus… I say, as I dodge back and forth, under the rain below…
My dogs won’t go outside… and even my birds have moved a few yards down…
To a more docile terrain we’re all bound, as we were steadily run, off ground.
Even the squirrels stopped trying to bury them, and have left it all behind, so forlorn.
They're hanging a few doors down as my ground has become, wall-to-wall acorns.
Acorns have hit with so much force, that I’ve had to cover my windows for once.
I no longer sit by my window to write… Yep… Bazinga! Won, with a vengeance...
Once the acorns finally end…the spiky gumballs will be gleefully awaiting, to begin.
I’m looking forward to winter, though I begin to believe it’ll be an unusual clincher.
As I’ve learned to say… You never know when life will send you a… Bazinga!
And that... sometimes Autumn's fruitfullness isn't so mellow after all.
Do you remember that city by the bay?
With streets that shined like gold
even on a cold wind day?
although some would not recall or be so bold
Do you remember that city by the bay?
the sea would rise, with a rising tide
that even the fish had deep secrets to say
and the seagulls would fly with pride
Do you remember that city by the bay?
The lanes crowded with people
though sadly they had nothing to say
and the tallest building was not a steeple
Do you remember that city by the bay?
something wicked came around the bend
caused the people to speak and to pray
of their wealth none could help but spend
Do you remember that city by the bay?
it came upon that christmas night
of course mocking could never pay
the intensity and serenity of their fright
I do remember the city, with a sigh
gone it is now, faded with time
broke the pact, infected with malady
silence overtook, not even a rhyme
I do remember the city, with a sigh
the streets were cracked and dulled
filled with thousands of screams on high
and the great buildings were crushed and pulled
I do remember the city, with a sigh
no secrets told by fish again
no seagulls echoing cry
can ever be seen or regain
I do remember the city, with a sigh
it was the great ship that came to the bay
loaded with biscuits, brandy and pie
though no one had seen them, none could say
I do remember that city, with a sigh
the rightful owners retuned with a vengeance
taking them all day, to die
the great compass used for guidance
What is now the city by the bay?
its splendor was swindled by the old
of its former glory, none can say
that is at least what is told
What is now the city by the bay?
The streets lie empty, echoes are many
the roads of gold, now appear ashen gray
and the cracked gargoyles look angry
What is now the city by the bay
a hope, a purpose, a glory
a debt that must pay
a sin that was due, however friendly
What is now the city by the bay?
the rightful owner must be remembered
a reminder to all who build this day
or else face the wrath and angered
Form:
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
As they say, “Where there’s smoke, there is fire”
In this case it is certainly true
For a people who once ruled so many
find themselves more in place of the few
For so long they have led with a vengeance
but the tide has now started to turn
The majority finds itself strangely, on the fringe of a party that burns
They arrived from the sea with a mission
Took the land and its natives by force
With their muskets and weapons of killing
t’was a violent beginning, of course
Then they sailed overseas with their weapons
for they needed a country to build
There they found what they sought in another
and the blood of the innocents was spilled
Man-made laws justified the enslavement
as they bartered for precious ‘black gold’
Never needed a currency system as the humans were bought and were sold
Generations of slaves built the country
all their blood soaked the land that we share
As the children were ripped from their mothers
they survived on their will and a prayer
But the winds that bring change were upon them
and the nation was soon torn in two
So they fought to the death with their weapons
From the blood and the ashes we grew
Many more later died seeking justice
slowly gaining new rights never known
To these giants we owe our freedom
and in time we have certainly grown
But in spite of our laws and our freedoms
there are many who hold onto fear
As they honor their ancestors’ visions and the power they once held so dear
All their talk of a government body
who will come and will take guns away
Truth be told it is not what they’re fearing
but a country that’s changing to grey
As the races are coming together
the majority slowly will wane
As descendants of those once in power
feel the strength of minority gain
In their hearts they are mourning the passing
of a time which has long-ago gone
And the power they had over others
now a reckoning is born in the dawn
So they scream out the 2nd Amendment
wrap themselves up in red, white and blue
But their time, like their fathers’ is ending
A majority rises anew.
Lord I thank You for this Blessing
But sometimes this writing skill
is a gift and a curse,
Because everything I have lived through,
I relive when I put it in a verse
There are days I can’t tell
Which hell is worse
The one in my mind
Or the one in my heart
It hurts
Living in fast forward
Thinking in the past
Like reverse
I’m my own worst enemy
And my only Family
Is now found in my Church
I gained nothing in the world
So what was it worth
Trying to be the bad guy
So I could justify
The Who what where and why
Why I was treated worthless
I should of learned this
Wasn’t even worth this
And what’s worse is
That evils so subversive
That you can’t physically hurt this
Because we are Fighting in the Spiritual
So the only weapon that works is
The weapon of prayer
My heart pouring out
with my hands in the air
In my eyes You can see
My Warriors glare
When I hit my knees
As I fell to the floor
The devil for sure
Thought that he finished the war
But I put both hands together
And grew stronger than before
Unleashing the Lion of Judah
With a powerful roar
I fought back with a vengeance knowing
The battles not mine to win
The Battle belongs to the Lord
This is Hand to Hand Combat
I may turn the other cheek
But my Lord is strongest
When I admit that I’m weak
The power of life or death
Resides in what I speak
So when I speak,
I speak life
Or else my silence I keep.
This is Hand to Hand Combat.
In one hand there’s love
The right hand of fellowship
In the other hand there’s Faith
The strong hand of Worship
There’s a saying that
United we stand
And divided we fall
But with both hands apart or together
I will pray or
I will lift up my hands and call
Upon the name of My Savior
The Lion who is also the Lamb
The Prince Of Peace
The Wonderful Counselor
Christ
Emmanuel
The Son Of Man
Until the Kingdom Comes
Lord let Your Will be done
In the name of the Father
The Spirit
And The Holiest Son.
Amen. And Amen.