Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
Categories:
necropolises, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
Tourists traipse over sites.
The necropolises
Team with the secular;
Teasing mortality.
Trauma and terror marked,
Tasked with introspection:
To learn ‘Never Forget’.
2021-04-26
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Categories:
necropolises, grave,
Form: Pleiades
On the day of equinox
you go on the necropolises
of the Past,
among phallic totems,
but the brain does not accept
abstract logic
of Hermes
and the conservative postulates,
intruding on you and those
from the necropolis ...
*****Sapiens is imperfect
and unfinished,
but your Ego-Consciousness
swears Zigmond recognizing it
his 100-year right.
Messiahism is a priority
and an award for millions
reincarnations
to ninety-ninth knee
and that you are not good
Christian sounds interesting
in the mouth of the arrogant's unbelieving.
You pass them contemptuous
slow to stop
in the last sense,
which the sipping of the blade
will turn into Nirvana ...
translation from Bulgarian: the author
Categories:
necropolises, i am, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Lyric