We are the innocent ones who were verbally and
physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak.
The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds
leaving us in an internal pool of blood.
We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom
wrongly believed they were somehow above us.
There were so many of us children living in fear and
desperation, while countless turned a blind eye to us.
My hope for God’s meek ones is that their memory of the
inhumane persecution doesn’t cause them pain forever.
I’m writing this for all of God’s meek ones, who are
the chosen ones that our abusers failed in destroying.
My promise to God’s meek ones is that a divine light will
shine down guiding, protecting and leading them to Heaven.
Surely, as God’s meek ones, we will be looked upon as
His most precious and pure!
My heartfelt sincerest gratitude is for my beloved Aunt Flo, her
kindness helped me to feel worthy giving me back faith in God.
To all the Meek Ones trust that God will create a way through all
your pain and know that no one can stand against Him!
Categories:
meek, angst, anti bullying, child
Form: Free verse
Brutish Trump, Meek Musk?
Trump comes across as a brute and scares people off the middle usually nice middle-class people who do not what it is like working on a building site or spending years at sea with men appear ruffian but mostly, is a braggadocio and as such nothing to be alarmed over in Trump’s case he is not likely to start a war with China, Russia or Iran Trump likes powerful autocrats, he respects as much as he hates effeminate Macron also Starmer
With his perfect modulations, yet sits cross-legged when speaking to Trump who is not in the habit of showing the heels of his shoes, but as we know English leaders have hidden distaste for those they think are inferior to them
Trump, like many rich people, pretends he comes from a modest background, his father was a wealthy man in real estate which made his journey easier; the millionaires we see today are from wealthy families and that is Ok, but their idea of poverty is miles away from the mark
The hatred we see of Elon Musk is grossly unfair He is at heart a good man with a dream of saving humanity from itself, but I fear when the chips are down politicians will put the onus on him
Categories:
meek, anti bullying, baptism,
Form: ABC
Abusing the meek,
Manhandling the weak,
Pleasure, if you like to seek,
Thinking that they don’t speak,
Your life becomes very bleak,
Once the torture reaches its peak!
People will no longer be mute.
If you change not your pursuit,
It will bring down your repute;
Very bitter is its fruit!
Become not ‘The Narcissistic Sun’;
You will be liked by none.
Permanent is not your power;
Hour by hour, it withers like a flower!
Take not pride in your strength;
Be aware, too short is its length!
4th Place
Categories:
meek, 5th grade, pride,
Form: Rhyme
Wherever You are living God
I want to live with You
Whenever You call to me
I'll come running straight to You
Wherever You are preaching
I'm receiving Your great love
Because You are my Savior
All day long I want to be Your child
Like baby Jesus in the manger
He slept there meek and so mild
Guide me along life's path
Never may I feel God's wrath
Categories:
meek, christian, faith, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Counted as zero is every of his deed
violence needs a recruit and comes with an expensive bead
for a person envied by the dove? Not this creed!
The quest for peace has reached the level of greed
shy, reverent and peaceable, this person is not just timid
a nature full of warmth, excellent for any seed
on calmness and free flow, from him the river takes heed
an existence not suspicious because gentleness takes the lead
ego has been exempted from its routine feed
the older he grows, the more his long-suffering breeds
no wonder, he never seem to be in any need.
Categories:
meek, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Crying a river
I need humility bad
Sky’s not the limit
My past self — dismal
The present moment’s vital
Now, I stand so tall
Earnest prudence shine
Like the autumn moon at night
Tonight, you’ll be mine…
I need to humble self
I want to not be prideful
Me, myself, I — no . . .
Yes to happiness
No more negativity
Not more, but less…
Categories:
meek, angst,
Form: Haiku
Don't anger us
We so dangerous
Spirits speaking
It's not for the carnal
Man on a mission
Liberation thy goal
Mediocre can't relate.
Our words
So dangerous
To manipulators
Oppressors and more
It threatens their system
We're the liberators
Liberating people
From all forms of slavery.
You can't ruin us
rule us negatively
We so generous
Divinely guided
Highly protected
All time, places and realms
We've got fierce protectors
Giving us confidence
We are so dangerous but meek
Almighty God we always lean on.
Categories:
meek, confidence, dedication, deep, destiny,
Form: Pastoral
Massive, monumental, mammoth, mighty, and marvelous
Has my magnificence been devoid of arduousness?
With an unknown collision of plates, as though two hearts
With folding, faulting, and fondling, nature creates my parts.
There's in me, life-like evolution and involution.
Volcanoes and earthquakes bring me inner persecution.
I try to grow tall with my steep, sharp, sloping, sliding sides.
Within my compassionate folds, any scared creature hides.
With snow capped peaks, valley glaciers, and river gorges
I've flora and fauna that are gorgeously glorious.
Caring cliffs call the creatures to the peaks to touch the sky.
Fountains, streams, and rivers from me towards the sea flow by.
Amidst strong stone shifting, rock rifting, and boulder bouncing
Amidst storms, rains, avalanches, landslides, and floods, astounding
I exist, as the plains and seas, a part of the cosmos.
When and how I'll rise or fall, the Almighty alone knows.
Categories:
meek, mountains, nature,
Form: Rhyme
To those who are meek
Do not need to treasure hunt
Blessing come as grant.
Categories:
meek, blessing, faith, freedom, tribute,
Form: Haiku
Young Malcolm was meek, rarely riled,
asking for korma, quite mild,
they all thought him nice,
until ordering rice,
that was where Malcolm went wild.
Categories:
meek, humor, word play,
Form: Limerick
here is latest leak
what we always tried to seek
would be mild and meek
Categories:
meek, allegory,
Form: Haiku
My poem "The meek/humble"
THE MEEK
Oh, praise be to the meek and mild,
Whose calm spirit humbly compiled,
A life lived with grace and care,
Deserving of admiration and prayer.
They stand tall without a boast,
Content to be seen as the host,
Of all the peaceful and pure,
A soothing light that forever endures.
Their patience is a welcome sight,
For they choose to embrace what is right,
Guided by that still small voice,
They always make the selfless choice.
The meek are ones who shall inherit,
A place in heaven just like merit,
May we learn from their gentle ways,
And follow in humble steps all our days.
For when we stand with hearts so kind,
The world becomes a better mind,
A place where love and hope take root,
And we can all live,
we can all flourish,
we can all be astute.
Written by: Abdulai kpaka Mansaray.
Categories:
meek, 8th grade, anxiety, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
Underdog Alleluia
By Mark D. Stucky
Why do we love underdogs?
Why root for ragtag Rockies
and scruffy low-rated teams
coming from behind to win?
Why adore unlikely triumphs
against impossible odds?
Our culture can still remember
underdog-filled Bible stories,
from David and Goliath’s battle
to the meek inheriting the earth.
And America was once an underdog,
rebelling against earth’s mightiest empire.
Although Britain wielded superpower might,
and colonists fielded motley militias,
somehow, against improbable odds,
America survived and thrived.
In the centuries since,
the story transformed.
America became Goliath.
What will be our story now?
(First published in The Purpled Nail, 2 June 2023.)
(Photo by Kara Carelle on Unsplash.com.)
Categories:
meek, america, anti bullying, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Eventide eases a discordant day
as peach amber contrails billow on high.
Pink ginger crawls throughout dark smoky gray
and fades as peaceful night’s cover grows nigh.
An informal jam of the waves below,
throbs in harmonic regularity.
The nourishing sounds, some high and some low,
invigorate with their sweet charity.
Muffled moans and grievous groans of the week,
adversity and conflict lose their sway.
Improbable dreams and hopes of the meek
a nearer realization away.
Categories:
meek, color, conflict, day, dream,
Form: Rhyme
“Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the Earth.”
------ Matthew 5:5
Maybe
you want to be back there
in your happy place,
back when,
back then -
backwards to happiness,
or maybe you look to happiness
in the future,
a maybe,
a wish,
a hope, a heaven.
Yet it was those times
when you were
not aware you were content,
happy
or at peace with yourself,
those not knowing times
when not thinking about
happiness or unhappiness;
just letting life happen.
Those were the meekly expressed
timeless times
when you were
what you are now -
this image of God.
That is when your Meekness
inherited
a perfect Earth.
Categories:
meek, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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