Short All Our Might Poems
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Sing
a song
of
worship,
come make a
joyful
noise.
Let us
celebrate
with all our might:
God is on
His throne
and
His love
will never
fail. Shout
His
praises
loud!
6/26/16
Moving through a hollow tunnel
Of dreams
Hope prodding us on,
Swiftly, so swiftly we gather
Love's warm illusion around us...
We push with all our might
This door to nowere
Marked
Ours!
Cynthia
a not impossible delight,
if aliens come to douse our light,
but we'd fight with all our might,
the beast to over come....
(might even forget the local enemies)
good one sweet Gail
"War of Worlds"
Don
Topsy Turvy, Wavy Curly,
Twists, Turns and dips,
Bumpy Road,
No road code,
We've got to get a grip.
Hold on tight,
With all our might,
While on this rocky ride,
All unite to end this fight,
Or we will end up dead.
“A man convinced against his will
Is of the same opinion still”—
But though we will with all our might,
A sober thought still wins that fight.
A fairer rhyme I thus propose,
Our feckless follies to expose:
“A man convinced by stubborn will
Has surely swigged some sturdy swill.”
It took mankind thousands of geniuses
And
A myriad of years our civilization to build
But
It takes only a madman and a few moments to
Bring it down!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 March 2022
-
WE ALL
MUST STAND UP TO THE MADMAN AND FIGHT
WITH ALL OUR MIGHT TO SAVE OUR WORLD!
His English Blood
Mixed with the soil
he's covered with mud
serving alongside a Royal
Standing strong with thee
A body of an English Man
where's the Royalty?
When fighting for every man!
In War we fight,
but why and what for?
We do it with all our might.
I Hate this God Damn War!
originally written ~ 13/2/17
Masses love fear
Immensely so very wrong
Fear has scary claws
That glow in the night
Robbing us of all our might
March 12, 2020
4pm PST
Tanka Form
Until drippings of light cease from the days hallow hole,
A veiled moon veils spirits, love carries all our might
Through the bleakness, for what happiness may come
From the wars beating drum in the middle of the night?
Greet death with happiness in this time we should be sleeping.
Greet the morning in death's dreams, sleeping rather than weeping.
In the dark belly of this creature I reside
Working my way to find the light I heard of so much
My watch glows with the productive time I belied.
Oh dear University, you have numbed my poetic touch.
Soon I will be free from these books
Aye, I shall return again PoetrySoup
To join the best "PoetrySoup" cooks
And with all our might, in poetry lane, we will troop.
Form:
Some kind of creation,
Dooming us to damnation.
Try with all our might,
To win the fight,
With these hellish beasts,
Choosing us as their feasts.
One by one we go,
As the drag us below.
"Come on Sam"
Then 'Bam'!
They try to break in
And hit me in the chin.
Chromosome twenty four
Will make me hardcore.
I try to resist,
At this she insists.
I know you,
You'll be one of the few.
Though the pages may be crumpled, and the ink may fade,
The story is not over, it's never too late.
Though the pages are torn, and the words are unclear,
A new story can be written, a new page to appear.
The past may be broken, but the future is bright,
We can start again, with all our might.
The story is not over, there's still more to say,
Let's write a new chapter, each and every day.
Forgotten Words
Alone we enter and alone we leave,
So what is better to believe?
That in all things we did what's right,
We struggled through with all our might.
That in this realm for this short time,
We stood our ground and walked the line.
Or could it be that in our haste,
Some precious things we left to waste.
Forgetting that in all we live,
The best of all is what we give.
By Tom Clark
The tears should no-longer be,
I use to feel bliss,endlessly.
In an instance of a wish,
To passionatley feel your kiss,
So when thou shant be there
The tears continue to fall
Until God's final call
My tears are a direct reaction
Of the pain my heart feels
When the years they steal
They're leavin,but we ask
For an appeal,
With no relief in sight,
We pray with all our might,
And beseech the Lord to Answer.
"Till then my flower."
Form:
Take me back in time so I can remember it all,
When as a great nation we bravely stood tall.
We fought with all our might to gain independence,
And did so with pride and much resilience.
The fighting spirit of Nanny must be kept alive,
And the boldness of our heroes will help us survive.
As we rise up as a great nation,
To reminiscence about the past at sixty-one.
No obstacle will be too great or small,
That as Jamaicans we cannot overcome them all.
DREAMS WHAT IS IT
IS IT LIKE A MATCH THAT'S BEEN LIT
WHERE DARKNESS TURNS TO LIGHT
OR LIKE A SHADOW THAT DISAPPEARS AT NIGHT
IS IT A WONDEROUS SIGHT
WHERE WE COULD DWELL AND LOSE ALL OUR MIGHT
OR IS IT JUST A MEASUREMENT OF OUR DESIRES HEIGHT
DREAMS WHAT IS IT
A BROKEN GLASS SHATTERED INTO PIECES
WHERE WE PICK A STAR AND MAKE OUR WISHES
OR AN ESCAPEMENT OF OUR YOUTHFUL MISSES
DREAMS WHAT IS IT
WHEN EVERYTHING SIEZED TO KILL
WHEN MAN WALK THE STEEP HILL
Form:
One humid, dark Virginia night
Mama holding baby tight
Strolling with no light in sight
With daddy walking on her right
Suddenly to her delight
She see's a floating, flitting light
"Hello there little human sprite"
"Bugs can't talk," she says outright
"And nor can babies of your height"
says the fly who lights the night
"We can if we try with all our might"
"We've talked a lot so far despite"
"must be special, you and I"
Baby smiles and waves good bye
how long ago it seems
such sultry summer nights
bring back sweet memories
of you and me chatting on and on
steamy music in the background
how long ago it seems
moonlight kissed my cheeks
buoyant nonchalant abandon
when the scent of carefree freedom
invited the two of us to dance
how long ago it seems
whispers soft at my neck
when we two nibbled at luscious fruit
grasping life with all our might
how long ago it seems
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A Frisson of Fear
by Rick Folker
I will not bow to
your idols of
hate
I will not offer prayers to
your false gods you
create
I will not kneel to
your toxic media of
lies, half-truths you
replicate
BUT ...
I will warm you
in the coldness of
a naked, lonely night
I will weep with you
when the weight of weeping
takes all our might
I will wake with you to
some distant future
and reconsecrate
Our shattered souls
In the balm of
day's first wake