Short Martyred Poems
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War is not a career
—but a calling
Where dreams become martyred
in cold blood
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Falling embers
Splintering lives and
Piercing memories
Rage begets rage.
Weeping mothers
Enraged brothers
Martyred fathers
Widowed sisters
Pushing ideologies
My way or no way
Twisted metal
Territorial markings
Of a beast.
Take me now, oh dear lord of greater good!
Make my worthless life have meaning
As I throw it all away
Dashed against the walls and defenses
Of an enemy I create
To be right
No matter how wrong
I know my heart to be.
(1/10/26)
We are not
Willing to be a hut
With a hailing, haunting history
Our fallen fathers fought for a golden glory
And our martyred mothers sealed the sacred story
With our hands and heart tied together
We’ll never break our border
Asunder.
THE PATRIOT
With pride
Lonesome
Lady
Reached out
Moist eyes
Spoke out
Her love
Boundless
Selfless
Poured out
Applause
Broke out
Clutching
Award
In hand
For son
Martyred
Battling
For his
Homeland
Date 6Dec2016
Duplex contest
Hair the shade of fire
Flaring like a spire
Over the sad space
Of her gypsy face:
Candle colored red
Burning down and dead.
Candle in a breeze
Of eternities,
Edna flickered faint,
Charring like some martyred saint
Scarlet at the stake,
Embered… for art’s sake.
Nazi crematoria
Murderous euphoria
Millions murdered and martyred
Human lives bargained and bartered
A tsunami's devastation
The tears of a nation
Gentle Nature's hand crueler
Than the most dastardly ruler
To God do we turn in sorrow
Ineffable, His answer -- Tomorrow
The latter day saints
Their unwanted exodus
Had brought them many trials
Their biggest downfall
When Joseph Smith was martyred
It was a catastrophe
Despite their losses
Their legacy continues
The Church is their example
I am a Latter Day Saint myself.
We are also known as, "Mormons"
Theology in cause
turns a radical course,
terrorism chosen path.
Throes of death spread in hate
through jihad martyred soul.
Thinking not life’s value;
time will reveal God’s truth.
© Form – Pleides
Job 34:12 Of a truth, God will not do wickedly, and the Almighty will not pervert justice.
Cradled in a crib
Twine whiskers and spit
A fissure between
every footstep
nails impaled
into wrinkled palms
As I gesture in the
stiffend stance
of “I don’t know”
And ran crucified
like martyred puppets
on invisible string
At a horrifying pace,
shoes sloshing with blood
beneath the lace
I lost a part of me last day. Stolen by thoughts of old. A memory in loves past-tense a bitter-sweet remembrance.
Today I gave away the rest of you. Martyred to my famed miscues, self-esteem and thoughts of few.
Tomorrow I’ll give away what’s left of us bartered lies and loves mistrust all in my broken and my shame.
all my cares and carelessness
penned upon a paper plea
folded in floating prayer
and set adrift with a spark
sorrowful secrets martyred
on a pyre of choices made
…embers sinking with lost love
7 lines, 7 syllables per line
Evolution changes
the mind of man
All insight martyred
for wider scans
The magic filtered
as books proclaim
What facts uncover
and time disdains
Evolution fosters
a weakened soul
Each process stifled
the gist untold
Forever whittled
in narrow canes
Tomorrow empty
—the past defamed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
A flying milky dove was shot dead; drops of blood fell on soil and poppies bloomed.
Date : 10/12/2016
Note : For the Contest (Sad One Line) by Silent One.
*Placed First*
Inspired by the recent tragic incidents and current political affairs of the world. It's gruesome to see what is happening all around in the name of power.
Heretic
your breath reeks
of brimstones ash
quenched with the blood
of martyred dreams.
I heard
hopes dying scream
as it burned alive
consumed by the flames
of your firey speech.
And now
you turn to me
lost Shepard
bemoaning the world's inability
to see your virtues.
I say
return false prophet
unto your true master
spare me
your tainted sermons.
In his youth,
he was as Loyola,
a soldier, then he was converted
and became a priest.
He succored and strengthen
the Catholic prisoners,
uplifting their faint bodies
with a new spirit of faith.
After 20 years’ labor,
he was arrested and condemned
for his priestly character,
for true faith
and led by his oppressors
to martyrdom.
He was martyred
at York In 1597.
Spring has sprung
The lawns gone nuts
Mowing time again
No ifs or buts
A martyred sigh
Trudge to shed
Drag out mower
Filled with dread
Attempt to start
Psyche self up
Try many times
Any luck? .... Nup
Give up the fight
Drag back to shed
Watch the lawn
Grow long instead
Ignore complaints
From near and dear
Enjoy the daisies
Mow next year
the devils circle hinges on the souls ability to overcome
as the watchers shout through demons using serpent tongues
they encourage the mind to sketch out a play in hell using angels as actors
and a ticking heart owns the fuse to the bodies core reactor
as the fallen ignites the fuse many become martyred
but those that turn to the way of cain becomes his own fire starter
Form:
Sound the alarm War Is Upon Us, war is upon us!!!!
Chaos, panic, and fear rushed in like a herd of gnu trampling the Serengeti
Blinded by the smoke screens intended to mask the enemies movements
Weapons drawn aimlessly pointing with no understanding
Destruction plagued the land spilling corpse, laid bare for show
Visuals for the fallen decorate the ruins
How short live is the plea for the martyred
What are we but relics
of time gone by
Where painful encounters
stay undenied
The wounds may scar over
but never heal
As memory is martyred
its blood congealed
New skin tries to cover
what sutures can’t hide
Each moment recovered
a falsehood decried
With strength built on pillars
of fortunes disdain
From deep in the shadows
—our essence remains
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
When faith is abandoned
we live on old dreams
In time captured wastelands
barren demeaned
Believing the tattler
and spinner of lies
Desperation is sainted
epistles decry
“Music plays in keys of pain
shouting from below
Missals singed in pagan fire
ashes still aglow
Caught out on a bridge alone
burning from both ends
Martyred in our heresy
— darkness to befriend”
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
The black widow weaves an intricate web
And from her silken thread she promises death,
Not to just other insects passing by
But to the male who cries ‘she betrays me, martyred by love’, then dies.
She eviscerated her love of all his blood,
Left his empty shell to decay and rot,
Surely this black widow on her heart has a black spot,
If she beckons you into her parlour
Then you are surely lost.
The conquering child,
martyred by religion’s audacity;
St. Joan rides a white horse,
eternally.
Now bedecked in silken gown;
of silvery diamonds,
bestowed by Angels,
she suffers no more.
There’s a place for heroes
and children;
there’s also one for those
who persecute them.
Karma’s wheel never stops;
for every drop of darkness that it rolls over,
a spark of light is born.
Blood,
fires from my pen
like a well shot round
14 karat penetration,
mighty wound of
self aggression
Letters,
reducing armies
into a special force
Time dying,
as mortared ink strikes
the page
The raw edge of battle,
...new combatants die,
leaving their mark
Cursive warriors of the
spoken word,
martyred sentinels of a bigger truth,
—walking the line
(Richmond Virginia: December, 2002)
A Martyred Plea
That voice in the distance
the one that’s been scarred
A whisper screams loudest
— when heard from afar
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Adrift
If you can’t find
the right harbor
At least
— find the right wind
(Dreamsleep: November, 2028)
Till Mariah Calls
Life
the aberration
Death
what’s affirmed
Alive
for a moment
Till dust
— we return
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)