Death is to be my great enemy
For in living I am to be
The friend of life, and put to death
That force that longs to steal my breath—
Away! — away that hallowed hollow grave
My ally, the stone that bears my name
The one, oh would that I could fill
That hole, that bowl of earth
To swallow me down into his bowels.
Let me dive down deep
Into subterranean ground to hide
And put me down to eternal sleep
Away— from earth I’ll say my sweet goodbyes
Goodnight black world, I say, I sink
Into death’s bed with me to keep
Covered in dirt to die.
But there is one Greater
Who holds my precious name
Cradled in His holy core
On mercy’s heart engraved
My soul that pines for quiet death
By Him is called to life again
Came He to me, not I to Him
And covered up my guilty shame
Then said He, so tenderly to me
“With nail-pierced hands I took the blame
And cast unholy death down to your grave.”
There in my place, his feeble frame
That friend I thought I had.
Now I know that I shall live
In my Lord’s house eternally
Bathed in no reflected glory
But washed in light directly
I see life in death no more
But only my God’s love for me.
How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool. The words delight
and disappear. How does one praise
the holy one? He’s too much for words.
I’m not worthy to lift him up in song;
I sing along with those duly gifted.
The wonder of lyrics with such treasures:
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre,
and as they tune it, fall;
I’ll fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away…
How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool, a fool who leans
on scripture and gleams truths.
My biblical articulation is mute;
how do you describe eternity, infinity,
true love? In simplicity, perhaps.
He was put to death by sinners,
buried and three days later
breathed forevermore; we’ve
been invited - we choose
our afterlife. Do you really
want to obtain the most precious
jewel ever offered? You can only
embrace, you can’t give Him away.
Ruby-red, sapphire-bruised, pale-opal…
Fiery-garnet eyes, many crowns on his head…
I’m just a fool to try, but I must try
to put Jesus in a human box -
can we even describe how breathless
we will be when we see divinity?
Collab by Sharon and David
Fire and rain collide
Shadows, reflections
Subside by my side
Filled with regretful rejections
This infection must be put to death…
Take a breath, take a breath, breath
Stars and moonlight reflects in your eyes and gives off reflections
Breathe underwater in severe, several directions
Overcome the pangs of pain
Succumb to radiant rain
Sun and Moon shine and gain happiness again
Sunshines are mine and rain goes down the drain
I will rise above my fall and drive His lane, riding fiery insane
The reflection makes me insane.
Refrain from driving me insane in the brain…
Train to be sane
Train to be sane
I have risen a train
Riding a timeless train
I have so much pain
It’s like a remaining blood stain
Sweet to taste like sugar cane
Bittersweet to the touch
Shame embraced me, never leaving my present moment
Shame came undone in my mind of lament
Earth Eulogy
By Mark D. Stucky
She was a good planet,
put to death in her prime
by a pandemic of people.
Homo-sapiens was a disease
with mutating and metastasizing
technological and industrial pus,
emitting environmental toxins,
exterminating flora and fauna,
until the infection’s surge
triggered its own extinction.
Vaccines of ecological education
and environmental regulations
could not overpower
the pathogen’s resistance.
When the global viral load
caused ever-rising fever,
Earth suffered convulsions
and, finally, Gaian coma.
Other sentient souls
amidst the starry galactic mist
will surely miss you very much.
Rest in peace, dear Earth.
(Image by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay.com.)
With no ballyhoo as the clock struck two
In a cottage near the edge of town
A maiden there graced with savoir faire
In a flash shot her lover down
A wiley gent from the county Kent
Known for his shameful reputation
Broke the maiden's heart when he chose to part
For another lass in desperation
The constable Green arrived at the scene
The smoking gun still in her hand
Had so many clues it made all the news
And drew attention throughout the land
With jury cast the trial ended fast
Then the judge made a public decree
This maiden there graced with savoir faire
Charged with murder in the first degree
Standing proud amidst the village crowd
Where she could hear their voices roar
Wouldn't bow in fear or shed a tear
When they led her to the gallows floor
Her neck would snap as the as they sprung the trap
All angels wept in Heaven above
With her final breath before put to death
I'm glad to die in the name of love
The Power Of Prayer
I am alive because of prayer
I have been put to death several times
But someone prayed and brought me out of there
My life has been reborn ,from the arms of death .
Comes a Good man strong and reborn.
A praying man ,all though im not the best.
But with prayer behind me.
I can pass any test.
Bad most of my life
And causing my elders a lot of headaches in their lives.
Being a thug and trying to be hard.
Not knowing you really not hard unless you have the lord.
Out of death my eyes now see
All the bad things about me.
With the power of prayer I was saved.
From being a victim, dead and out of heavens way.
To becoming a man and thinking about heaven all day.
So pray and pray on because only with prayer you live on
And overcome despair.
Yes only through the power of prayer.
No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
We are sick and tired of the hypocrisy
Where the poor are treated wrongfully or unfairly
And the rich get away absolutely scot-free
With odious crimes, with murder and theft
Many innocent people are put to death
In arbitrary, prejudicial and unusual fashion
And the obviously guilty ones are, in their mansion
Or their tower, enjoying life to the fullest
We yearn for the day, when no pests
Or no rat is seen or perceived to be above the law
We want justice to be blind, fair, equal, and raw
No, today is not the first day of spring
Or the first of April. Ring the bells, keep ringing.
Copyright © 4/4/2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I intend touring around the globe
For something I just wish to now probe:
Not how many guys wear clothes like robe
Nor how many would build with adobe;
Rather, whether it is now in vogue
To put to death a suspected rogue,
Standing on reasons strong but still vague;
Mock trial: The abhorrence of Hague,
Unleashed upon some soul Egypt’s Plague;
By God first arranged for the Non-Vague
But I’ve been advised: face Africa!
For your tours you leave Costa Rica
And don’t even near America;
All through guided by Britannica…
Quickened* toward divine growth and revival
We are blest by God with gracious goodness’ flow
Blissfully sufficed beyond mere survival
Midst nourished souls radiating grateful glow
Staying healthy, waiting for Christ’s arrival
While sharing His love and peace to vanquish woe
Let’s optimize life-fulfillment of faith-gain
Triumphant along peace and love’s joyous reign.
*1Peter 3:18 For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit.
September 28, 2022
7th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 10/7/2022.
Poets of convenience
reality to sway
A stain that lasts forever
excuses not parlayed
“Thou Shalt Not Kill” long spoken
ancient law upon the land
Religious, secular, or more’ bound
the truth has one command
A billion screaming babies
by curettes scraped away
As smug self-righteous killers
demand to have their way
The pathway to eternity
lined with voices put to death
“Thou Shalt Not Kill” their epitaph
—damning your last breath
(St. Josephs University: September, 1972)
Only knowledge of the truth can set one free.
War and peace cannot exist within the same tree,
Any more than apples and oranges can coexist.
Lies and deceit allow the evils of war to persist.
In war, the truth is demoted.
In war, Lies are promoted.
Truth forces us to face the facts of resolution.
Lies only conceive more lies; truth breeds solution.
Truth is put to death in war because it shines the light.
In war, lies are preferred because they hate the light.
Truth is hidden from site; right is wrong, and wrong is right
Unlike roses, war and lies blossom best in the dark of night.
In conflict and war, truth is captivated in obscurity,
becoming its first victim and casualty;
Whereas lies become its foundation and framework.
If truth were tolerated, war-mongers would quickly desert.
031922PSCtest, Is Truth the First Casualty of War and Why Is That,
Sotto Poet
PREFACE
I wrote this after I saw a poet suggest
~ that all the unvaxxed be put to death,
A moronic statement and one thar rings
and mirrors the ugly,.....Adolph Hitler.
Heaven help us, if we turn into killers.
...........My Prayer..........
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I beg thee Lord, all my rights to keep.
If forcibly vaxxed, before I wake,
Send Satan and their Hitlerian souls to take.
12/14/2021
A person lay in a quaggy ditch
Who was dead as dead can be
And on a tree there hung a sign
For all the world to see.
'Here lies a person who had every chance
But was the type to make a fuss.
They were put to death for the sordid crime
Of refusing to think like us.'
Now to those who think this puffery
And far beyond what some would do.
Go about your business and enjoy your life...
Until they come for you.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
Quarantine divine for spiritual quest
Quietude with God to silence qualms
Quitting from stress toward solitude quays
Questions solved by Saviour’s truth quickenings*
Quandary settled through Scripture queries
Quivering stops by serenity’s quell
Quality solace I seek midst faith quips.
*1Peter 3:18 For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit.
March 31, 2021
2nd place, "SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN 7 LINES" Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 4/23/2021.
The ambiance of beautiful love,
cannot be erased by trash talk.
Tis the feast and forte of a peasants' walk.
Were you actually there that spring night?
Whence cometh your facetious insight?
To put to death, a lover's joyous quest?
Joyful depths of her reality, she hath shared
with thee!
Where soft secrets were shared, of these your
mind is bare!
Thus remove your dagger from her bleeding heart,
so tender, divinely rare!
And from her honest thoughts, expect no more.
Outcast, thou be from her intimate soul, forevermore!
12/13/2020
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