Short Sovereignty Poems
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The brave and the free,
Lain to rest for liberty.
Honor forgotten.
Souls sacrificed, protecting.
Sovereignty wrought with valor.
Tales are unfinished.
They begin with little scribbles;
and flow through time
Until His sovereignty pervades
And the chores of breakfast forgotten .
I fall asleep when I am alone.
It is my escape from reality.
I dream in a world all my own.
Here, I retain total sovereignty.
I open the door…. Will you join me?
To our soldiers who fight for our country..
To uphold our rights and sovereignty..
Because of you we still have freedom..
As we continue to sing our national anthem
without you,
adventurous time
in courageous rhythm
collaboration with fears
dancing with solitude
in tune with sovereignty
harmonious melody
creation of masterpiece
Form:
Lies all lies so they can make themselves seem right.
They buy our time to convey their agenda
They have dishonored their entire cause
They never intended to honor our sovereignty
Every broken beat of my pulsating heart that beats within, desires noting more than the
aspirations of sovereignty, the freedom to be amongst the stars could never outweigh the
freedom from one’s own soul.
Form:
You invaded my brain
And drove me insane
You captured my affection
We had an instant connection
You conquered my soul
And made me feel whole
You disarmed me from the start
And claimed sovereignty of my heart
You invaded my brain
And drove me insane
You captured my affection
We had an instant connection
You conquered my soul
And made me feel whole
You disarmed me from the start
And claimed sovereignty of my heart
Not us, Fear, the Lord of all
That's free, and in all things
Who through Him, as that spirit
Our sovereignty declare.
No, not us; to be of you
So deceived, diminished
As from out which safe limit
Life's prisoner does stare.
all life's beams are seeds,
in their baby pods of light
(And while He gave us eyes
to outward see, there is a
mind that also dreams
seeking Insight's sovereignty –
all visual beams are seeds,
in their baby pods of light)
I will Own my own Forge
She will be the Mother-Flame who feeds them all
and I will bear the Crown
of my own Sexual Sovereignty
For I am
the Vortex of my Identity
whose Core connects all corners of my Spirit
That night, under the stars
Whispers of Gotham
Under the wide open sky
Don't bring trouble to the innocent
As the bombs keep falling
Our world burns
Our dreams lie under the rubble
They have violated sovereignty
Why trouble the innocent?
Written: January 14, 2023
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To an End
David J Walker
Carried in the wind
This lonely place
Carried to another land
Carried in the mendicants dreams
of
The sojourn
of sovereignty
Nothing as it seems
A lonely outpost to defend
The verisimilitude to pretend
A commitment to resend
And then
It
Comes to
An end
In the beginning
The world was created
Or then, it ended
Rolled in deceit of devils
Or sovereignty of gods
A headless pawn, title of men
The darkness became light
Or the light, darkness.
These are lost souls wandering
Lost souls wondering,
Searching for a truth
That may never be revealed.
Grandeur
And sovereignty
Poetic splendor wide
Lofty red canyon craters locked
Deep inside the ledges realm your eyes drop
Through colored portals steep to hide
The grace of this treasure
Timeless in its
Grandeur
December 2, 2019
A Red-Letter Day Rictameter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
A gathering in the stillness of night,
A fulfilment of what the sage foretold,
Emergence of the unspoken and the unwritten,
The arrival of a different spiritual order,
A bracelet of stars is the sign,
A revelation of only one true sovereignty.
April 25, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
Six And Seven Poetry Contest.
Living
someone’s else death ?
Was that an explicit experiment ?
Starting with an Adonis
to stitch
the wounds of angels.
An unlikely
walk through the tumor
of breast, where
no milk ejects
the ancestory. I hold
the words without meaning.
It was a tragic
flow of history.
The echo was searching a sky.
Satish Verma
celebrate Jesus -
humble birth of richest King
G.P.S. of star
fell not like angels -
purposeful sovereignty
death set before Him
all the aches and pains
of humanity resides
in straw-filled manger
peace offering to
men on whom his favor rests -
merciful kindness
12/25/2019
yes
God can do all great things
thus
created Himself from
the triple darkness of
space and time
where
He is the giver and the river of life
thus
He created everything that exist
upon
the earth
within
the kingdom of heaven
He moves with mercy grace and sovereignty
yet
seen and unseen
with
love and mercy
amen
Maybe we're just pawns
in a chessboard of souls,
and He's just waiting
that we commit a foul.
Where's the second part,
for the guy who felt firstly,
innocence is beautiful,
when you don't see it clearly.
The evil can never reign
over the goodness of a saint,
unblemished almighty sovereignty,
every good person won't faint.
En route trapped in transit in Turkey
loopholes, restrictions, oppositions and
unfamiliar faces, language barriers in a
foreign sovereignty, disoriented, feeling
Out of place amongst hired help, ill-
treatment doesn't feel so hospitable
When its lack of comprehension. En
route trapped as a foreign national.
The world can now see American Democracy fashioning the guiding principles and values that promote unity but the corrosive self-serving nature of Capital Power that runs co-lateral with it may never successfully coalesce.
While Democracy serves the Citizens Sovereignty, Capital Power serves only itself.
Only one can truly rule.
The Sovereignty of His presence
watching us - everywhere
As we're enveloped by the shadows
He grants us guidance and care
Unending love and mercy
His supremacy will reign
In a world of annihilation - through all the suffering and pain
He will mend that shattered pieces
and soothe the broken hearts ...
and we will be united
Never to be apart
I will not go.
I will not join your great house of sovereignty.
Whose aborted virtues rendered our minds comatose.
Our souls now hidden behind decadent faces veiled with smiles and gestures.
And so we dance...
With mechanical blithe and a minstrel show festive.
A bartering of time.
A spinning of yarn.
With no reward for wasting the dawn.