On the ash-heap of history strewn
towers and pyramids ruined
Of civilizations long since extinct
alive only in pottery and sphinx
They once fought the Jews tooth and nail
striving hard, but to no avail
To eliminate Israel once and for all
each campaign’s end a precipitous fall …
Today again, ring out chants of ‘Death to the Jews’
but the People of Israel steadfastly refuse
To lay down their swords to hatred, to simply cave in
~ Instead, the Jews fight back to save their skins
Categories:
skins, death, hate, history, jewish,
Form: Couplet
Those fools atop the hill are at it again.
Pissing away our money that we never really had.
Another trillion or two in debt.
To fund the illegal's welfare checks...
Another frivolous war fought by the poor...for rich men.
Another tax yoke upon my blue-collar neck...
Those inside trader-jesters atop the hill.
Lack any respect for America and her people.
To them, we're just an impish after thought.
An overtaxed, and underrepresented peasant.
Those fools atop the hill
(whom some vote for over and over again)
have stopped working for us.
Coddler of criminals while raping the good citizens.
They only look after themselves.
Building their wicked nests from the skin and blood
of our fathomless in "God we trust".
Term limits would be helpful (somewhat).
To scrape the barnacles of complacency and corruption
from our hull of holes and rust.
God help us all.
Categories:
skins, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins
Reprieve may be a fine desert or a freedom to live
A blessing freely granted or the power to freely give
But we must dare admit what immense courage some things take
And use our smart brains to identify the sorrowful fakes
For humans react to threats in many kinds of strange ways
But evil exists and demand opponents dearly pays
War savagery that with pure delight evil men do
Truth is one sorrowful day it may attack me and you
This world to oft engages in darkness and destruction
Mankind adopts wickedness as primary instructions
We have no true safeguards when war its ugly head does raise
Best if we trust our God, and give his Son our faithful praise.
Humanity exists as sad creatures with evil skins.
Full of selfish desires, greed in hearts of women and men.
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jan. 21st, 1972
Note. This is the truth about humanity.
Unless under Christ's banner, they too oft exist as evil creatures on the take, imho.
Categories:
skins, art, dark, deep, evil,
Form: Sonnet
Age 10 slough. Age twenty slough.
Age thirty slough.
Age forty and fifty slough
and so on.
Age sixty was a mighty shedding,
the polished scales
rattling in the very teeth of death.
Wriggling skins, some actual skins,
much metaphorical molt,
ephemeral epithelial layers of self.
Shadow buzzards;
those gormandizing birds
that exfoliate entropy,
they that aid the slip-sliding away
of all pivotal and transitional days,
they now sing my late peeling songs.
Enough. Basta!
This year my skin is stuck to word-bones
and only a starving raptor
could peck away this pelt and sheathing,
and not yet
not while I still have skin in the game.
Categories:
skins, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Thin Skins
Haiku: by Tom
October 28,2021
You’ve permission,
if you’re feeling mistreated,
to make signs and whine.
Categories:
skins, conflict, culture, freedom, voice,
Form: Haiku
It was her skin in the ground
It was her skin with blood beneath
It was her skin with heat and humid
It was her skin in countless shades of grey
It was her skin in columnar colors of brown
It was her skin in bruised blisters of black
It was her still life, silent life, upon us
It was broken, wrinkled, wrankled
It was unskinned, unwrapped, unwound
She was denuded, time and temperatures beyond
She was defoiled, time and temperatures again
She was demolished, time and trepidations on
She was silent, soiled, soaked in her blood
She was just soil, clay, ground, floor for them
Your soil, your marble, your rocks, your stones
It was her skin, it was her skin breathing her blood
It was her blanket of love, your sliding lands
It was her blood, which you drink as water and shed as tears
Now it is a flood, a flawless flood, fissures in the floors
It is she, erratic, lunatic, frenetic, wearing a fury
Breathing boils, Beaming blisters, Baggage of blasts
She remembers everything, conscious and unconscious
She is beyond skins, blood, veins, vessels, capillaries
It is veins of my earth, it is blood of my earth
Categories:
skins, body, earth, identity, mother,
Form: Free verse
For naturally aged old bodies,
new age spirituality
may bring to mind
Natural AND spiritual co-creative tensions
between regenerative positive empowerment
and degenerative negative dark,
yet still warmly wet newborn,
womb-like metamorphic attachment memories,
Continuous recycles of re-generate life
and de-generating deaths,
Wins
and losses,
Healthy days
and wealth uneased nights
Free of hoarding ego privileges
embedded in Earth's blue/green
cooperative
ecosystemic timeless
multiculturing senses
Of natural old ages
giving way to continuous
dipolar co-arising
appositional/oppositional
bicameral
cooperative/competitive
spiritually natured
new-green/old-redblooded sages.
Categories:
skins, death, earth, health, life,
Form: Political Verse
There are two sins
2 skins
Black
White
both done the same
What's in their name
ARE THEY TREATED THE SAME
I can't breathe
I can't read
Am I equally subdue, obtained
Detained
2 skins
Black
White
both done the same
What's in their name
Should there be a new morality code...
With mandate rights for EVERYONE
starting with the Blacks and the Whites
Let's mandate a moralsnot based on different denominations or on mans opinions
Let's go back to the rainbow
We all matter
Are choices against God defines sins
They're good and bad in everything
Am I equally subdue, obtained
Detained
2 skins
ARE THEY TREATED THE SAME
The rainbow is God promise
We all are God's children
ARE THEY TREATED THE SAME
In my sins treat me rightly justly the same
Forgive me always, as God will
Treat me kind and just equally ...in Jesus name
6/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Categories:
skins, america, analogy, environment, how
Form: Dramatic Verse
Old and New Wine Skins
In old skins should not put new wine,
And yet both old and new are divine;
A renewal;
Will refuel;
Am glad that God will always be mine.
Jim Horn
Categories:
skins, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Lions in Sheep skins
Is all that is left in the World
No more brotherhood and kins
The world before only need to be told.
From family members to friends,
Supervisors to managers,
Officials to Religious leaders,
Neighbourhood and abroad,
The pure heart is still below the ladders.
Lions in a sheep skin,
They come like sheeps,
Covered in the light of goodness and hope,
As white as snow, as gentle as a dove,
With promises of wonders of Gold.
Their surroundings amongst us are powerful,
We need them now and then,
They know us better, so do they retaliate,
Until we realise we have different interests,
Life is full of amusements, and entertainment.
We like toy soldiers in some cases,
Where ever we go,
in most situations we find ourselves,
From relationship to marriages,
Most of them we find recently......
Are Lions in sheep skins.
Everyone of us is born with a different perception,
One man alone cannot stand,
Yet we need to figure out and investigate,
In order to strike with the right people,
In the right moment of our lives.... Watch out!
Kandjimi Nelson H
Categories:
skins, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Diamante
Brown barren bush
stretches deep down
away from sun's refueling light
recalling our shared history
still composts Earth's co-invested
soil,
soulful mystery.
"Rejoin Earth's cooperative"
s/he says
marvelously,
reinvesting in humane religion.
S/he sways silent aloha peace
namaste
have our enlightened day
empowering together.
I look away
to write to us
about us
with us
for us
emerging,
evolving our co-revolving Roots
in eggs like seeds,
sacred breeds
and divine feeds.
Categories:
skins, beauty, desire, destiny, life,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
I could hear my heartbeat
In that moment of silence,
When darkness was all around
But my eyes were wide open.
When tears rolled down through them,
The time when I believed it was the end
But something kept me alive
Hope, I think it was
Defined the difference between the dead and I,
Lying down on the cold ground
In that moment I thought I existed for enough of a while.
Then the spring came
And took away the coat of winter
Which I was wearing since forever
But now my era had come,
To be here for myself
Rather than solving other’s tribulations.
To come to life,
Saying goodbye to the cold grounds,
To receive some freshness in my existence,
To stop worrying about the past or the future
But to just live unreservedly in the present.
When nothing except my own doing would clutter
But still I would be in touch
With all the creatures around me
And I would live blissfully.
Categories:
skins, birth, creation, emotions, life,
Form: I do not know?
If we all walked around without our skins,
virtues apparent as well as our sins,
would he look different than I do, or you?
God said that we should love our fellow man
although he may live in another land.
Why is it that’s so hard for us to do?
Though he may go by a strange sounding name,
beneath his skin he’s very much the same.
He longs for health and happiness and love.
We are sojourners in this world of woe;
our stays be short or long we cannot know,
each held accountable to Him above.
Tread not on one another for a gain.
Open your hearts to feel your brothers’ pain.
This life is but a stepping stone to more.
When we at last have seen our Savior’s face
And find he is of scorned and hated race
Will we be welcomed through his open door?
God gave His Son for you and him and me.
Not one or other more beloved to be.
Categories:
skins, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Where does one start when through my eyes I see
I see curvatures of she, her soul glows
Naked to bare she lies living so free
Her undulated figure in froze pose
Whilst porcelain skins, excitedly grow
She to me she climbs, snake like we're entwined
Defined, enriched and absorbed, two in dine
Our skeletal skins dance, naked now we
Undressed we're elected to be, aligned
Where does one start when through my eyes I see
Categories:
skins, life, love,
Form: Dizain
There's little left,
say for the skins of those i've often bled.
Stacked heart deep around me...
i live in a house made of skins-
Iv'e had chances to redeem-come clean,
but always chose to breathe the slanted sweet.
Nobody to blame but the idiot
(me),
sitting high atop his grinning rock-
Less than half a clock left
(there is still time... i think),
to sweep the heart of these filthy sweets-
with a malstrom of apologies?
where to start-its quite a list,
i live in a house made of of skins.
i used to think heaven was within my crooked reach,
until i looked behind
saw the burning pins i jammed into the purity of angel eyes..
can I patch them up with a birthday card and tarry rhymes?
crow footed memories, so little time...
i live in a house made of skins.
Categories:
skins, forgiveness, heart, house,
Form: Free verse
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