Short Martyrs Poems
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Martyrs die
for clear faith ...
that is noble belief
Idiots die
for blind ignorance,
that is ignoble stupidity....
Autumn declines and the Lover falls
Heroes die and duty calls
Martyrs are men who have lost it all
fighting senselessly in political brawls
Sunbathing martyrs
Bask in the inclination
Of August sunlight---
Alms of sunrays penetrate
Extinguishing the sunblock.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Everyone wants a ticket to Heaven
Only the penitent knows their fate
Nobody barters with Saints and Martyrs
Because the sacrifice is too great
Venom prayers cause deadly stares,
Majestic temples but nobody cares,
Preaching martyrs on past glories,
Brainwashed children from embellished stories,
The road
is
Death's open yawn
epicentre
of strange treaties-
mist of starched martyrs
in trajectory's startled
steep,
mangled contortions
in frozen screams
In the hotel room
You feel more at home
You sleep better without
Without anything
Without everything
Without real life
Depriving yourself
As martyrs often do
T'was not the season of saviors and saints,
or martyrs marching in peace.
Pure anger brought unruly rest.
No sighs to calm the beast.
And prayer was All - at best.
8/22/2024
Bite Size Contest No.88
Death waits at the garden gate, his sickle is shining and sharp,
Martyrs better not be late, or they won’t get a bloody harp. Brian Strand
Contest Name SUCCINCT a single TWO line verse/any theme
weep for the mothers laying in the fields
between the lilac bushes
their sighs tomorrow never yields
cry for the princesses dying in the water
flowing somewhere down the lively stream
they died too, soon as tragic martyrs
Indeed, Martyrs do not die
They are in the God’s care
Their deeds of upholding honors
Engraved in the bosom
In the thought of the youth
They are lights that remind
Until the next generations
Nature City, Aman Road,
17 March 2015
Affection brings comfort ,displays exquisiteness,
Fascinates generosity, houses ideal justice, kind-hearted
like Martyrs needed occasionally, professing quietude,
Rebuking savagery towards underclass villeins whereas
x-rated youths zinger.
Date:9-25-2015
… & the ma-sters
of arro-glance
blew up faces
of in-dignity
slapping the honesty
out of the national-ism
of the fore-found-sters
of this ni-ger-stands!
& we stood still
still! still like the grave
of the masses of hungry-sters
& angry martyrs of my niger …
Form:
Mother
Most splendoured caregiver
Main pillar of support
Million mouths crave her meals
Martyrs life if need be
Measure of love so large
Makes one feel very tall
Mortal version of God!
Contest Pleiades M
Date April 20 2017
I carried it, I married it
A jelly in a fish bowl
Wobble, wobble, wobble
What does it do?
Just dances, barely moving feet from the ground
Lazy lump
Shady stump
Giving martyrs a bad name!
Childish thing, making matters into a big scene
Making nothing out of nothing
My jelly in a fish bowl
Bear witness to those dying men
Conscripted fate by poison pen
The scorched remains of foe and friend
Their ashes scattered on the wind
Pawns sacrificed without a pause
Death descends from steel wings and claws
More martyrs of a nation's cause
Forged and fired by enacted laws
Arise! Our hands to the desert skies
Now our ritual has begun
With million voices for a million lies
And a confounding tongue
Our honey, we have trapped flies
On spider's web, These martyrs hung
The lion's roar and the lamb's cries
A mighty wind through our city sung
Fallen! Like Icarus to our demise
Her eyes look like diamonds
against black holes in the sky--
I am recounting
my random decisions,
and... resting my mind.
I've reached the secret
in this
warm,
unlit
dreamscape.
Martyrs shine bright
in the milky moonlight...
as laughter's echo
rides off
on a
faraway breeze.
Here you lie
On a base
An eternity on
a pillow case
The bringer of joy
and love to all
The start of a holiday
In love we shall fall
How did you become the man
known as Valentine
Start a holiday
That would spur
quite a time
A mere a skull
stuck in a box
A martyrs death
You have surely fallen
feet marching to the heavens
where dreams and martyrs dwell
where freedom plays its fife
in the rhythm of darkness
chains and whips begone
rituals of rope and poplar trees as well
these cudgels are no longer my legacy
on shoulders of the past
this heir who knows
how I counter could be my lot
could be my hell
Look For Beauty,
You will find it
Rooted in sorrow
Clinging to the vines of pain
Seek it in the sands
Blowing in the ruins of insane
Treasured eyes of darkness
Spoken from the full lips of light
Touch the dark caverns
In the curves of sinister delight
Crest her hills to the palace of martyrs
In the house of 1001 nights
Culture, a vulture
Martyrs feed greed
Oil stained blood
Program a new seed
Coffins, casualties
The media loves to see
People die for county
Is there any need
To breed a bigot creed
Put another embassy
Across the sea
In there holy tree
Hang a fantasy
Color the enemy
Skin shades of brutality
Disguised as hope
Ending of humanity
Form:
For all the tolls of the war dead,
for those who starve for bread,
for persecuted martyrs dying in the Lord,
for young and old victims of domestic discord,
I live in grief and sleep in gnashes,
yet, children born are hope for humanity's masses,
precious Jesus, You know many are not moneyed,
though small alms in Your eyes are honeyed. ~
You and I are volatile.
I struck the match to watch it burn;
I kissed your mouth to watch you turn.
You pulled away to watch me yearn.
You and I are liars on soapboxes.
Hypocrites on a streak;
Martyrs for the meek.
Sober for a week.
You and I are as forbidden as happiness.
As strange as fate;
Hopelessly late.
And O, how I wait.
Seldom, if ever
Do the people
Whose crosses we feel we have
Nailed ourselves upon,
Fully appreciate the sacrifices
We believe we have made
On their behalf
Seldom, if ever
Do the people
Whose moral defects we feel we have
The right to pass judgement on,
Fully accept the pronouncements
We felt entitled to make
From our superior position