I live in every man's struggles.
I lose myself in the crowd;
Everyone has a story of loss,
Of a childhood that ended abruptly,
Transmogrified into juvenile gods,
Worshipping, genuflecting, reacting,
Pale with the anguish of bent backs.
And every man lives in me,
As I in him, today and yesterday;
Ancestors and inheritors, possessors,
Crossing oceans, discovering realms,
Absorbing losses, sensing kinship
In the spurting blood of the enemy,
Enemy men, who say goodbye forever
To the children and mothers left behind.
I see myself in every man, even the enemy;
In the war cry, the final guttural effort
To resist the pale-faced smallpox carrier.
“And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.” Revelation 21:23 of the King James Bible
Streets of gold
welcome glorified bodies
yon unclouded firmament.
Transparent glass
of serenely crystal water
serves as mirror to saints
in their spotless robes.
Succulent twelve kinds of fruits
from the tree of life
await spirited believers.
Around fortress of gem stones
having pearly gates exuding flawless wealth
upon foundations garnished with precious jewels
there the grateful worshippers forever are secured.
Possessors of radiant eternal life
exalt the omnipotent Lord God
Who shines with His Alpha and Omega glory.
September 1, 2024
3rd place, "I Form - Imagism" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/26/2024
As ravens, Pharisees were filled with destructive pleasures.
Termites of Puritanism had been eating up their minds?
They thought they had fallen from heaven as truth possessors.
Each of their ape-like actions, had endless evil designs.
Poor humans, unlike these, worked six days physically hard.
Shouldn't they rest to vitalize their physique and psyche?
The Sabbath was a day of rest. It's a day to thank God
This day too, they loaded the poor with rules that were sickly
Carrying one's cot is wrong. Grassing the cattle is wrong.
Picking heads of grain to eat, is equal to harvesting.
Helping is wrong. Healing is wrong. The list grew very long.
We are right, and not you—that's the sense they were harboring
Sly laws, like elephant-calf pits, put the poor in danger.
It's then that Jesus came as the trend-setter and game changer.
Their expansive views, high-rode with
Of itself, a world inform.
Calm looked on genius of flight;
Jolted about in a storm!
"Hello down there" faerie-obscure
To whom by shops interact.
Trivial, paltry possessors of life;
And oh so matter-of-fact.
Imagine there's no inequalities
Trump seems to
Nothing we haven't killed or died for
no religion, true
Imagine all the people dead
Life now at peace
You may say i have gave up
but i am not the only one
and more will surely join us
as we watch the world burn
Imagine no possessors
wonder
if you can
No hope or love
it has hit the fan
Imagine all the people dead
Life now at peace
You may say i have gave up
but i am not the only one
and more will surely join us
as we watch the world burn
The intoxicator of even the wisest
The desire of every man and woman
Pursuit with burning passion
That sometimes led to ultimate destruction
Oh power!
Is it because you are the ability to make others do
What they don’t want to do
That you are making your possessors do
Even things they are not supposed to do?
In some you have planted cruelty
While others you have taken away their intellectual sagacity
Oh possessors of power!
Only if you know that the law karma is real
Only if you know that six feet is real
Only if you know that hell is real
Only if you know that the only thing that lasts forever is nothing
Maybe then…
Thou will not abuse that which is in thy hand by privilege…
Power!
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When you get to Aso Rock
Help me inform his Excellency that
I do not dislike him so much, just four
things he made made me hate him:
His change has change my boxers
It made me change the Green Boxers
that Maria bought for me and now put on
the Black dusty one abandoned many years ago.
His policies has taken all the yams in my
barns and left the place empty with scars
To remind me of when I was who I was
In the past of my past with a future of it.
He allowed hidden hands the right to build
massive barns in a far land like a proud
possessors of big bags yet they have nothing
but revival of pains hidden in people' pride.
Tell him to bring back our corruption and
Take back his change that has looted us
We can return all his polished tall brooms
Let him leave us to perish more in our doom.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Faith is not... blind,
it sees what... others don't.
Faith is not...a gift,
we choose it... others won't.
Faith is not...weak,
it breaks the yoke of it's oppressors.
Faith is not foolish,
it preserves alive it's possessors.
John Derek Hamilton
October 22,2015
Past the pane, the newly-risen sun
Embodies hopes to rise, to peak, to wane,
And here within, the music has begun:
Fearful, aggressive songs of despair and pain.
And on my mind’s horizon swarm
The strange possessors of my form,
A-bustle to the rhythm of the sounds that sting my soul.
And, as I gaze into the blue beyond,
The universal of my heart’s pursuit,
I call to God and pray my echoing voice…
But ah! my voice is mute.
Faith Is…
Dr. James E. Martin
©July, 2013
Faith is seeing what some can’t see,
Faith is being what one should be.
Faith believes what can’t be believed,
Faith is receiving what is to be received.
Faith pursues a higher way
Faith refuses to in disbelief stay.
Faith is unreasonable, some contend,
Faith leads to a grander end.
Faith forsakes the reasoning brain
Faith is beyond what many can explain.
Faith is childlike to genuine possessors
Faith is foreign to mere professors.
Favored recipients – more than a few
Arrival at a place that is altogether new.
Instant access to heaven’s throne
Thankful to never in solitude roam.
Happiness reaches beyond the pew.
Those at ''The Top'' may have a degree
Whatever you think ''The Top'' to be
Groomed and smart but looking so tense
Because they have no common sense
Common sense is overlooked
Possessors of it ? - Their goose is cooked
This is because the powers that be
Have no common sense you see
The powers that be always say
The subject ''Economy'' won't go away
In fact they give me a pain in the tooth
'Economical' only with the truth !
Where's the next war coming from ?
We need another place to bomb
That is where our money goes
Creating death and a thousand woes
Libya, Iraq, Afghanistan
Look what happened in Vietnam
The ''Politics'' game fills me with frisson
Just one question - why don't they listen....?
The powers that be always say
Creating war is the only way
Making themselves a whole lot of money
On OUR taxes - it ISN'T funny
Then having made mistakes galore
THEIR troubles are brought to YOUR door
As for me ? - MY only fix ?
Stay away from politics....
Piece of art
Majesty unexplained in your steps
Aura of beauty that could put the moon to shame
Implausible to encounter someone with a heart like yours
Golden inside and out
Hazel orbs of delight that put me in a state of mesmeration
Dream of sheer serenity and fulfillment
Trace your marvelous face with my eyes
Etching it into memory
Kindness to fit a king’s glory
Don’t know any other of such extraordinary character
Every breath has your name engraved upon
Love too radiant to display
Scarring the eyes of ignorant mortals
Who know nothing of love or true beauty
Slaves of their bodies
Pitiful souls burned down into char
Missing the raw emotion of passion
Born within all but disappeared within most
A glow only apparent in a few
You and I its final possessors
I arise in love with love
it grows its fruit out of my wings
love makes my heart sing, romance.
love makes me selfless in a state of agape.
love keeps me thinking in isolation,
hoping in dejection.
love makes me express on bed of roses
entangled an intertwind in bliss
woven passions that rejects lust, yet invites love.
the necter is sweet
as pleasures trancend and ravish my trinity
oh love is faithfull, willing and definately able.
oh definately able!
Love existed before Cain killed Abel
It will bring joy to it's possessors
Captivating it's keepers
Uplifter of weepers
Bringing pleasure to those who express it,
who
grow it
live it
make it.
A whim of pleasure
Speaks to the wind,
And a sigh of murder
Cannot win.
Who’s to say one pleasure is
Better than another?
Pain and pleasure,
Life’s two sovereign masters.
Pushpin is just as good
As poetry?
Pursuing my pleasures
In a void of toxicity.
The lowest and slowest
Are life’s basic needs.
Sex, drugs, and fine foods
Is all simple-likes need.
A step higher into cultured reliefs,
Art and music indeed;
Such dignity,
Not like the baser needs.
Step one more,
The mind of science and/or spiritual needs.
*****sapiens source of
Elation,
All found in empirical seeds.
Though it is better to be
A human dissatisfied than
A pig satisfied;
Better to be Socrates dissatisfied
Than a fool satisfied.
Ours species two sovereign masters;
Pain and pleasure…
Nature’s selective possessors.
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