Pestilence Poems

Death, Drought, Pestilence and Midnight Nightmares

Death, Drought, Pestilence And Midnight Nightmares

The whitewashed sand, little flowered ocean
The beaming moon splattered its shadows and light
The Gypsie's cried but still gave up their potion
And the angry wolves followed next howling at night
Rain-colored splashes hit and soaked tree tops
The deep dark was split by soft hesitant moon rays
Out in the verdant fields, the blue-fairies'

Pestilence

Pompous Popinjay Politicians 
Parlay Parade Practical
Pizzaz Potions, 
Priming Us To Sheep.

No Pestilence

N  ow listen, everyone to some scripture
O  pportunity is available now

P  salm 91 is a blessing for these times 

E  ntering my heart it envelopes me again

S  cripture that speaks to us in this modern day

'T  is a testimony of God's great love

I   t was written to

Hoping For That Day When This Pestilence Has Gone Away

Feeling quite alone 
Wishing deep in our hearts to go back to that known. 
What do we do when we feel this despair?
In these circumstances that surround us, and we can’t compare?

Is it confusion that we feel the most?
Or an inability to understand this invisible ghost?
Continuing to face these perplexing circumstances at hand
Pushing our minds

Favorites

You've asked a favor; you ignorant man
Your favor for what you won't do
Your asking me more each day
and definatly not to woo

So why have you gone this way
You simpleton hark of prey
When serving yourself this way
is hanging around post fey

That all of your troubles are you
when laziness barks right through
And saying you never can do
when

The Stage

A godless mass afraid of Death,
though unfettered by rebellion against God.
Uneasy calm imposed by modern gadgets, 
global alarm from nations once revered, 
A surge of pestilence from the east 
trans-versing the cope of earth,
undefined yet named, 

A demon unleashed beyond  proud science,  
The Vain research for a cure, 
speculations of empty brained Politicians

Alarming Pestilence

A-larming
P-estilence
R-abidly
I-mplements
L-ethal

M-ystery
O-f
N-asty
E-pidemic's
D-eadly
A-ttack

Topic: Birthday of April Moneda (April 30) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Pestilence

Pestilence.
.
Sheer madness
Panic and chaos
Tainted with sadness
A wave of pestilence
Sweeping through our lands
The so called experts and Government
Don’t fully understand
Has now cursed the populous
Got out of hand
.
Excessive greed
Disregards common sense
And necessities of basic need
Panic buying
Leaves others without
And many dying
.
The media machine spins fabrications
And fear on a brainwashed gullible population
Social isolation behind closed doors
Fighting an invisible pogrom
In

The New Pestilence

There at once looms a lethal disease
Across the globe begins to breeze
Taking its toll on the old and young
Flings the whole world into unease

Danger impending, little chance to duck
Everyone ruffled, nervous, and in shock
Afraid of others, chary to mingle 
Damning this pouring pestilent ill luck

Panicked public storm the stores
Grabbing disinfectants in scores
Masks are scarce, so

Fields Found Full of Pestilence

Fields Found Full of Pestilence

Fields were found to be full of pestilence;
Crops died and only thing left is silence,
And was agreed,
Buy more seed;
But many bugs existed on every fence.

Jim Horn

In the Time of Pestilence Don'T Hug the Bug

Nobody should be hugging, if you please;
We brought it with us from when chimpanzees.
Kissy lips is a humanity trait;
But humans ain’t, for the planet, so great.

Pestilence

When the dynamo
of effervescent truisms
rears it's head
through anxiety laden thoughts

you begin to understand
the ebb and flow
of the mysteries
of the mind.

You realize that sometimes
reflections mixed with meditation
can lead you to
wild ruminations

whereby you create
unrealistic situations
fostered by introspection.
It is just a fact

of human nature
that everyone must deal with
on this mixed-up
crazy ride.

Tense From Trump Pestilence

Tense from Trump Pestilence

The thought of Trump  made us tense;
He kept bugging us with his pestilence;
We must tattle;
Losing battle;
For it never received any recompense.

Jim Horn

Pestilence

Where is pestilence in the world today?
In everything you do.
From pop-ups on computer screens
to settings set for you.

Where phone calls come from marketers
to con you out of money.
And flyers from your government
to say all days are sunny.

Where canvassers will knock at doors
and rob you of your time.
And calendars from politicians
come payed for on your dime.

Where

War Shall Come and With It Pestilence

The raptors, the vultures, the scavengers,
They circle the sky in search of meat.
The carcasses of the fatalities of plague
Lay outstretched on the hills of Attica.
Those that chose not to abstain
Have joined the crowd of corpses.
They do not bury the dead, instead, 
They let them rot ‘neath the summer sun.
The barbarians, the heathens, the invaders, 
They

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