Short Incorruptible Poems
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My blood cannot heal me
of my inequities
my blood is corrupted
in sinful DNA of the first man
who caused us all to stumble
the only blood that heals my soul
is the incorruptible one shed by the Lamb
two thousand years ago
on that rugged cross
By death, soul is separated from the body
In the resurrection
Eternal God will give incorruptible life
To our body
Transformed by reunion with our soul
Just as Father Christ is risen
And lives forever
All of us will rise at the last day
4142014
Form:
The life force of ancient Fathers throbs in my veins
Every heartbeat a drumbeat, loud, deep, shaking my chains
Wild, untamable, incorruptible mystery of life
Hidden behind a mask of pretentious, cultivated lie
A furnace burning with a fire of creative, destructive power
A soul of lava, shooting out sparks - nighttime meteor shower
Flames of the depths with flames of the heights
I call on you to unite, and light up the darkness of the nights
What is fate?
Fate is Death
What is Death?
Death it is that makes the poor suffer no more
Death the incorruptible judge
That takes not bribe from decayed judges
The gentle pitiless creature
That have no concern for the frail mother nor the weary father
The soldiers on the battle field can't escape it
It batter young and old like boot to ant
Wherever you hear weeping wailing women
Don't forget a thing
It's the visitation of the uninvited guest
DEATH!
What Is This Virtue?
What is this virtue, loyalty?
Steadfast dependability...
Trueheartedness and faithfulness...
Honor and conscientiousness...
Single-mindedness devotion...
Incorruptible emotion...
Trustworthiness and constancy...
Sincerity and honesty...
Allegiance, bond, fidelity...
A precious gift is- loyalty.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Loyalty
Sponsor: Broken Wings
05/01/2016
Let my weakness swim in brook of strength,
As i seek death in the pool of lust.
To turn away my eyes from illegit cast,
And plunge them to path of awarding conduct.
To the swaggering whisper of lust,
I receive at every rhythm of my heart beat.
I stand firm to un-sheath my sword,
To clamp this re-echoing and recurring bait.
I propitiate You thee to armour me,
With guards of incorruptible candour,
That fall not to intrigues of my sisters,
From whom i met falls without counts
Boredom after boredom
As the bitter contents of life unfold,
And mortals wind their way home
To mark the end of their earthly lease.
Turning and turning around the selfsame path
Through the predetermined arcs of fortune and fate,
Dizzied by the opium of struggle till the last of breath,
To answer unknown judgments, to face the incorruptible jury.
Who will the future foretell and inform mortals of their fate
And alleviate their confusion, and get things clear and straight.