This country is in peril and
A recession is coming
I am a child of testimony
A chosen vessel of God
Fashioned to bring Him honor and glory
In my sojourn on this sinful Earth
My birth heralded a testimony of greatness
Growing up was a litany of testimonies
Today I stand as testimony personified
Beautifully and wonderfully made
Sometimes I am troubled
But never crushed
Sometimes I am badly hurt but not destroyed
Sometimes I am plagued by doubt but never in despair
Handle me with care for I am the apple of His eyes
He is with me always and so
You can only be against me at your own peril
For whom God has blessed no man can curse
Let the child of testimony move on
For his mission has been divinely ordained
And woe betide any detractors
Engaged to bring to nought his divine mission!
The past rises
grey and pink
amid rasping gravel
barnacled to chasms
sunken and sodden
clawing at hasty feet
that skate manically
and hurl bodies cruciform
onto mocking concrete.
The marred morn pauses
for a nanosecond
to ponder the maelstrom
of mangled flesh
and sirens.
Living a life most people wouldn't want...
Unlike a flashy one desired to flaunt;
Luxuries for all it contain-
Like one never been through pain.
How been safe till time others can't dare haunt!
The island once was a sweet emerald blessing
with a chorus of sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
A stowaway soon arrived on the scene...
A brown snake with a smile of poisonous sheen.
At first it sang a duet with the pips and the peeps
but it is deaf and only exists to distract and deceive.
Soon after, the chorus had become quite extinct.
No more sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
The brown serpentine is staring at the horizon.
Flicking a frantic fork at the neighboring islands.
a dangerous dive into pools of the past
praying to hit bottom…
… then to shoot up at last
There is an odious gal named Meryl
Go meddling with Meryl at your peril
She bites where it hurts
And calls it her perks
For being an adventurous rebel.
Meryl once bit a fella on the neck
He said “dear, I only asked for a peck”
So peck she then did
And charged fifty quid
He shot off at once and said “I’ve no cheque.”
Meryl ran like a bat out of hell
Used to it Meryl was, one can tell
As there was no way
She’d bite without pay
For she was going through a dry spell.
You’re there, right in my face, you’re completely out of place
Like a hair found on a steak, you’re a bona fide disgrace
You’re an awful apparition and I really want you gone
I speak to other people but you’re all they gaze upon
I’ve met so many of your kind: and most of them were yella
You have no place this close to any halfway decent fella
I’ll close my eyes and count to five and you’ll have disappeared
Or else I’ll be the worst thing that you ever could have feared
I know if you could talk you’d say, “Hey buddy do your worst.”
Your pride will come before your fall, for you look fit to burst
I don’t need to call anyone to say, “You’d better freeze.”
If anyone should come, I’d say that you’re my latest squeeze
So nothing you can say is ever gonna make me stop
You ain’t no kind of fixture and your brains are gonna pop
I have to say I grinned with youthful recall for a bit
For at my age it’s rare to find a new uncharted zit
Peril lives in free
An injustice made to see
Mangled maple tree
You are all vehement and gutsy
Putting across even the wrong forcefully
With vulgarity drawing a bow or curtsy
From a righteous man smeared shamefully
You care not for truth but to win
Teasing an argument to tear down whoever dares
With heads coining every justification for sin
To wear out the fervency of any man who cares
That’s how the world is under the evil one’s sway
A lordless codeless lot living for pleasure
Taking license of way and stray
And their wildest wishes are their treasure
They squander their prime
It is theirs to spend as they please
So long as the sin is not a crime
Their deadened conscience allows with ease
How many wishes have we heard from the frail
And how many regrets on the deathbeds
What does the realization of failure entail
That the end now unravels the soul’s dreads
Yet the cycle continues in the midst of counsel
Ye be wise that you descendants may live
Sit and reason only in a Godly council
And Godliness shall be all you take and give
K. Muitherero.
While sailing unimpeded in the sea of hope
Sloshing over its expanding silver
Like a sailor addicted to the sea
Feeling the electric power of waves
Unwilling to be restrained
An avalanche of despair hit from behind
Shattering my Titanic like egg shells
I am now brutally ripped apart,
Desperately clutching at the shattered pieces
How a smiling visage turned sinister
In no time before any hint could be got
Here I am on a perilous voyage
Swimming against the stab of fear
With no lighthouse in view
A float tossed about by an uncanny fate!
Is my escape an armistice with life?
I see someone swimming by my side
A hooded assassin or a Saviour
To drown me or take me to a safe shore
I wonder!
August.8.2022
Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
Emotions chosen- Hope, despair, fear
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
When we cut trees
They cry
When we drain swamps
They mourn
When we burn grass
They weep
When we eat cakes
They shade tears
But they leave a message behind
“Humanity we are gone
Continue to live, lust and party
In the shadow of your own peril”
My auntie her first name is Beryl
Put other road users in peril
She mounted the sidewalk
The pedestrians squawk
and report her to Sherriff Merrill
The Sherriff puts her under arrest
as Beryl says she tried her best
But before Beryl kills
With her dire driving skills
He insisted she retakes her test
The examiner discovered that
Aunt Beryl is as blind as a bat
So it made perfect sense
To decline her licence
I’m as pleased as a Cheshire cat!
08/10/21
The Word of God equates me with haughtiness
Highlighting evil of arrogance…
Declaring that my arrival brings shame
Along with contention and conflicts
Warning the wise against my folly
Exposing the prudent midst my ill effects:
Failure, fall, and frustration’s miseries
Driving down my adherents toward humiliation
Leading my supporters into destruction
Conquering souls to wallow in vain glory
Imprisoning exalted self-righteousness around futility's abyss …
Beware of my peril: I AM PRIDE*!
*Proverbs 8:13 The fear of the LORD is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth.
April 2, 2019
Edited on February 26, 2020
4th place, "Warning" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 3/15/2020.
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