Short Famines Poems
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Frequent famines, furrowed foreheads, faint
Father's font fructified, free flowing
fare for fragile famished families
finally fullness, faith
freedom from fervent fraught
SLIPPERY SLOPE
If the world’s intentions
Were turned into actuality
Wars, famines, infections
Would cease to be reality
Our broad highway is not internet
But icy blackness without brakes
For most there is no safety net
But there must be - for all our sakes
He relentlessly sowed seeds
Everyone laughed at his deeds
Now that place is a forest
Home to exquisite birds and their nest
Everyone plucks the fruits for free
No one in its vicinity goes hungry
Crops flourish, rain abounds
No famines, no floods in surrounds
Air is fresh, all are healthy
For in wisdom one person was wealthy
My love is like a warm;
Yet cool Autumn breeze;
My love will never ever leave;
I shall acknowledge you ever beyond death;
During the wars and famines;
Mine is my minds secure;
And not observed often examined;
My love from God is yours;
My spirit and soul mine is yours;
12/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
JOEL THORNTON
Contest: Enchantment through a Prism
Date: 12-29-14
Title:
TIME TO PAY OUR RENT
Walk with me
Through this fire that’s now lit
Through all disasters famines and plagues
Too stupid to see shouldn't devour where we ****
We knew intelligence will get faster examine past ages
So please do not walk with me Through your Karma unspent, and Bibles lost pages
Song # 4
There is war and rumors of wars...are they MAD?
Matthew 24:6-13 NIV
6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. 7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. 8 All these are the beginning of birth pains.
MAD: Mutual Assured Destruction:
We are as humans, are an imperfect design.
We kill;
each other never for good reason.
We destroy;
ourselves with drugs and alcohol
We consume;
So much that others go without
We are our own worst enemy.
We lead each other into war, for land we don't need.
We start famines, when we have enough for everyone.
We create diseases, and then don't try to make cures.
We will lead to our own self destruction.
There is no cure, for us.
Long moan to the morning sun
shift and creak,
stone shifting to greet the day.
Moss creeping inch by inch,
slithering bit by bit
absorbing the stone.
Century by century
standing witness to time,
lives come and go.
If these walls could talk
stories of royalty and rouges,
feasts and famines.
Stone soaked in blood
moat filled with water and waste,
tapestries of past deeds.
Shades of past
haunting the halls,
trapped in timeless wails.
2/3/14