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True love cannot be sensed nor seen;
Cannot be heard nor touched;
I never saw it coming;
I still remember the evening; l received a call
It was from someone l never knew or imagined.
It all sounded like a joke;
How can one have a tale to tell to someone never met;
Never talked to?
All was a fairytale indeed.
All was a sheer madness!
Calls were made;
Texts were sent;
Wishes were horses.
Roses were planted;
Sunflowers were planted as well;
Love was planted;
Later & nurtured by
Jokes; appreciation;
Encouragement; determination;
Faithfulness; honesty;
Two-way communication;
Not forgetting "give & take".
It is said that
Where there is love;
There is always a way.
One wonders ; what is love?
Who deserves to be loved?
Howitzer can one prove the love one has for the other?
I am told that
Actions speak louder than words;
Love is believed to conquer all.
Am l conquered as l love someone?
Has my heart been stolen?
If l cannot spend a second
Without thinking of someone!
Without smiling at his once cracked jokes!
Without being thirsty of his kisses!
Without craving for his drive!
The writing is on the wall.
I am in love;
Madly inlove!!!!
Reaching a milestone, is a everlasting feeling
Do not worry about those who try to dampens your existence
They are irrelevant to your purpose
Maturing comes at a price by distinguishing who is who
Breathe in and out, relaxing your vocal chords
Do not be anxious unnecessary for anything
Things are coming
Acquiring all the resources for the soul, is a honourable gesture
Do not be easily influenced from your goals
Completion is the master key
Feel what is in your heart but do not be fooled by it
The writing is on the wall, open your eyes
The wealth is all yours, claim it
Its has always been yours
Rabbi Lehrfield wrote that he's afraid of what can ensue
walking the streets of Denver with a cover on his head
subsequently called by a stranger "Dirty Jew",
Plus a Molotov cocktail left one woman dead.
An Israeli woman moved to a Vermont small town
where doors are unlocked, its safe and clean.
back in Israel bombs and knives were going down
But her neighbors now say Israel's an apartheid regime.
(chorus)
Places once safe, now cause fear
Spaces are shrinking, danger is near
Much of the world is a no-go zone
A place where you can't be left alone.
Michael Sachs moved to Tulsa, where he can breathe,
He had to escape Canadian hate
He says lots of Canadian Jews want to leave
Police there leave them to their fate.
Gaza is discussed in small towns in Britain
And in the universities, and by the activist class
Simon Montefiore tells us this, I ask where it is written:
That Jews don't get a pass.
The population of Gaza is more than before the war
At least that's what the CIA handbook lays out
It's not just projections, and not lies at the core
Though civilians die in war, of that there's no doubt.
Maybe for you things are going fine.
But the writing is on the wall
Heed the canaries in the coal mine
Hear the echo of their call.
Muted voices drift on the winds of silence
Blowing over the conscience of their pretense
Even through the storm nothing is said
Only the wind speaks, as if to the dead
The unspoken word that stifles truth
Could return its verdict upon the youth
Drugs will reap its silent pain
As the silent wind becomes a hurricane
Can they whisper to a truth that hides
When the coin falls on the other side
They see no reason to lend a hand
In this muted mob you'll not find a good samiritan
Soon their silence becomes a disease
With a pain they just can't ease
The writing is on the wall
It wont be long before they fall
And in their quiet agony, they will feel the pain of many
The words of the prophets fell upon the dense
Falling without heed with the sound of silence
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The writing is on the wall.
The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.
The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display
The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.
Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.
John Derek Hamilton
April 19, 2016
Another child lay dying in his mother's arms,
She holds him to her- weeping hopelessly;
There will be no ambulance coming, no alarm,
And this scene plays out each day endlessly.
She holds him to her- weeping hopelessly,
The writing is on the wall for the starving;
And this scene plays out each day endlessly,
We give to charity because of ads appealing.
The writing is on the wall for the starving,
Thumbs up we say, we are saving the world;
We give to charity because of ads appealing,
The money given- into the wind it whirled.
Thumbs up we say, we are saving the world,
Somewhere over the rainbow plays in my head;
The money given- into the wind it whirled,
I pray this boy finds that blue bird when dead.
Somewhere over the rainbow plays in my head,
There will be no ambulance coming, no alarm;
I pray this boy finds that blue bird when dead,
Another child lay dying in his mother's arms.
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April 16, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Somewhere
Copyright Protected, ID 16-778-504-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Lyrics, cliché, Image,
sponsor, Silent One (Image #1)
theme used- somewhere over the rainbow lyrics
cliche used - the writing is on the wall
First Place
I stand tall on the windy mountain side.
Look down on mankind’s world
And snort in depreciated disgust.
Let death embrace me in its jugged jaws.
I'm not afraid, just tired.
This flagella of torrid life,
The gross garbage of man’s past,
The insignificance of the insecure future.
Time has no meaning.
A hallucinogenic rhythm
Of the quintessence of nothing.
Bring on the rumbling war drums,
Raise up the sharp guillotine's blade,
Let the cacophony begin,
Let me dance to no rhythm
Of preconceived dreams.
For since the beginning of time
When humans invented drawings
Of men killing men, and sang
Songs resonating of rape and lust,
Of slander, conquests and plunder.
The day will come when we must
Give an account of our misdeeds.
We turn our backs on good and evil,
We just don’t really care what happens
To unfortunate beings, our neighbors.
The writing is on the wall.
The seer chants: the end is near.
Yet something in me stirs.
I refuse to let go. For look
Not far away on this cold mountain
Is a rainbow, way up high,
As bluebirds happily fly on the other side
Of the shimmering bewitching hues,
A consequence of a prism of raindrops.
One day, all our dreams become reality.
Hope reigns again and all dreams come true.
Why are people so disturbed?
Of all the unholy news they heard.
These are Gods’ proclamations,
It is in Revelation.
Nation against nation,
Mothers will cry for all their babies that died.
One will stand, ten thousand will fall,
The writing is on the wall.
It is time to take a stand,
We all will play in a one man band.
But don’t fret, because it’s not all gloom,
We are not doom.
He is coming soon to bring redemption,
Ending all these devastations.
You have to decide where your alliance will be,
With the Son or enemy?
Before He comes for retribution,
Salvation is your solution.
Shed your old skin, repent before the cross,
And your soul will not be lost.
It is time to take a stand,
Before the world will end.
It looks like curtains for the Jews
Since I'm Jewish, this gives me the blues
Leftist youth in England, watch TikTok and spread
and anti-Jewish theories there are coming to a head.
Muslims in western Europe, even before this Gaza war
have tortured, killed Jews, religious reasons for.
Some Jews hide their faith in New York, don't want to be harassed
They know antisemitism is not a vestige of the past
There's a Jewish State, but it can't survive alone
If the U.S. turns against it, where is the Jewish home?
Europe can't resist its immigrant tide
At Israel's end of days, who will be on its side?
Now you might think I'm confusing two attitudes
You can dislike Israel, but still befriend the Jews
But if Israel is destroyed, its Jewish inhabitants are too
And if you're Jewish in the USA, Jihad won't skip you.
China and Russia side with Iran, a country of Jihad
Iran believes the Jews are enemies of God
For in the Koran, it says that Jews are the main enemies of Islam
Not what I want a billion people to believe, some with an atom bomb.
Jews in the west have been pushed out of their profession groups
Jews can say they're anti-Israel, they can jump through hoops
But the writing is on the wall, and what it says is grim
the letters still spell "mene tekel upharsin."
Jews have been shot in the U.S. by idealists on left and right
How is this something that anyone could fight?
Especially if you're in a black coat, studying bible all day
Or a Jewish leftist who wonders where the left did stray.
So, I'll stop here, stop spreading the bad news
But it doesn't look good, for my fellow Jews.
I'm not spiritual, don't want to be in a scrimmage
Man is too dumb to have been made in God's image.