Teeming with power, devoid of meaning
intelligent-passing and ethical-seeming
Obnoxious and undiscerning
Teeming with power, devoid of meaning
intelligent-passing and ethical-seeming
‘Our only choice for defeating evil is taking away your choice for Good.’
Good with slogans
Good with words
Misconstrued, misused, misheard
As their reverberant declarations overtake stifled, dying cries
I mumble into the abyss
And regurgitate the whispers of the night
And I remain,
the fly on the wall
You scorn the work my chisel made,
Yet you have never held the blade.
You see the flaws, call them mistakes,
But you have no idea what it takes.
It’s easy to point the finger with empty hand,
To stand high ashore and sound so grand.
But the sea never hears from those aground,
Only from those swimming safe and sound.
I won’t explain the things I’ve done.
For you have no idea why it's so fine-spun.
Instead, I'll hand the control over to you,
Hiding the hurt and pain that I'm going through.
Let’s see if you can match your claim.
When no one else will share your blame.
Because flipping the game your way,
Is the only way you'll beg me to stay.
I won’t confront and fight your claims.
Because I know you enjoy those games,
Where you deride my skills and learning,
With phony debates that are so undiscerning.
Don’t judge my journey; you've not trod that way.
Step aside, let me continue; get out of the way.
If you think it’s so simple; I'll let you try and fail.
Don’t mock the captain, 'til you've faced the gale.
Walz fiddled while the city was burning
National Guard assist he was spurning
Just as Old Nero fiddled
Mayor Walz also diddled
His judgement was, oh, so undiscerning
I like for things to stay the same
But changes come and I always exclaim
“Jesus, Help me – I pray in Your name…
Guide me past the worry and shame”
I miss the way things used to be
When I was young, alive and free
Joy rising in my heart, I agree
This was the time of miracles for me
I long for those moments of hope
Knowing Jesus would help me to cope
With sorrows that caused me to grope
In fear, feeling like I was hung on a rope
Refrain:
Darkness dims my soul’s view
With colors black and blue
Reminders that I always knew
Without Him, I can’t face the new
Changes like this are often burning
Dread and doubt are there, churning
Reminding me of the shift as I’m turning
From the familiar to the alien, undiscerning
Worries reflect my worries and strife
As I tremble with fear from their knife
Will I ever find hope in this new life
Where I struggle to adapt despite rife
Time presses me forward into the new
Guiding me to believe in the joy that grew
With a prayer answered by the One who
Loves me like His child, with a love so true
Bubble
by Michael R. Burch
Love—
fragile, elusive—
if held too closely
cannot withstand
the inter ruption
of its bright,
unmalleable tension
and breaks, disintegrates,
at the touch of
an undiscerning
hand.
Originally published by Neovictorian/Cochlea. I believe this is my only "shape" or "shaped" poem. Keywords/Tags: Love, fragile, delicate, bubble, tension, held, breaks, break up, pops, disintegrates, explodes, implodes, hand, touch, harsh, ungentle, violence, stress, relationship, abuse, anxiety
Shooting, stabbing
Cheating, lying
In a courtroom
Truth denying
Robbing, burning
Undiscerning
Money launder
Out of order
Drink and drugs
Encourage thugs
Children neglected
Life affected
Feeling ill
Suicide pill
It's not fair
Does anyone care?
21 February, 2020
DID SOMEONE SAY DELETE GOD
I've heard it said that Democrats want God deleted
But judging from what the Bible says
God, in His sovereignty, cannot be defeated
I speak only for myself, though others may agree
I'll watch these undiscerning political nuts
As they one day take a knee
It won't be take a knee to a flag or any such thing
It will be that every knee shall bow
And every tongue confess, Jesus is King of Kings
And the idea to defeat God will serve them well
As they hear these words, depart from me
For an eternity to be spent in hell
Defeating God is a dangerous road to take
For all who choose to do so
Will spend eternity in a fiery lake
Curtis Moorman
10 May 2019
Climate churning, quite concerning.
We go right on oil-burning,
Science spurning, undiscerning,
Old-time habits not unlearning,
Profits earning, blindly yearning
For our carefree youth's returning.
.....Little hope for tables turning.....
(Written February 1, 2019, for Maureen McGreavy's Pithy Pants 2 contest.)
Fate of the Faithful
The orb of light that once shone through
Confounding the darkness permeating time;
Now the boiling pot of a dark brew
Of a sinful repulsive and slimy grime
The lighthouse that once guided ships
With the luminescence of the sacred truth
By greed and falsehood, in perpetual eclipse
Its every beam, we must now doubt the sooth
The holy place of service and congregation
Where redemption was taught to be by grace
Now, a market place for trading salvation;
The wealthiest, the swiftest in the race
Now earthling men are elevated
To gods, by their undiscerning sheep
Powers of the Most High are arrogated
By them to keep their sheep in perennial sleep
The devil and the bride; now hand in hand
Their adultery reeking its awful stench
Magic and miracles take a joint stand
To further ensnare the confused wench
The spiritual works of the gullible faithful
Whose toil; weekly exploited for personal gain
May in the end weep, rather than be cheerful
As their life long labour, may have been in vain.
May 4, 2017
"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." - John Green
_____________
They all glow with varied fury
with raging heat, emitting light
Each a small piece of a story
or a character in the night
Some will capture brief attention
as they streak across my sky
Dipping in and out of focus
fleeting past my mind’s dull eye
A few twinkle in sheer beauty
in buoyant reds and whites and blues
Others flounder, out of vision
in dim undiscerning hues
Some explode before they vanish
and get lost to time and space
but spread their magic far and wide
to make my mind a better place
Oh, these specks of light might guide me
as one-by-one, I see and grin
But to view as constellations? -
No, I really can’t begin
Fool's Gold
Show up in my life
So beautiful, wholesome
Like a angelic magician
Turned my cloudiness to lightness
Set my psyche to tenfold
Shaped me to feel unbroken
Cherished my flaws in all
Vertiginous by your tenderness
Sent my guard out the window
Sunlight turned into murkiness
Phosphorescent rotate to duskiness
Laughter looped to despair
Heart became disgusted
Soul tie turned unequally yoke
True colors revealed itself
Narcissistic knock on the door
Almighty dollar was the goal
Emotions was a put on
Undiscerning steered to deception
11/20/2016
Being explores
The cause becoming
In transcience here
Brief is our stay
On earthly shores
Where being explores
The way to go
In script unsure
Is mostly trial-and-error
Follow the heart
That seems to know
Just how and why
The answers come
In unsure steps
That reveal hindsight
So many questions
That come to light
In odd equations
Some seek to find
The unknown sea
Yet fail to be
True magic is found
As courage acts
To fact and form
Be unafraid
For fear casts a veil
Burst all illusions
Life yields to love
Surpass the mists
Go beyond fear
A deep dark cave
Protects the truth
From undiscerning fools
Illumination comes
With layers peeled
Life's like an onion
See that you see
Beyond all sensing
Truth waits for you
Recognize your gifts
Use well your talents
Reason why you're here
Each to a lifetime
Well worth living
God makes no mistakes
Being starts flow
Becoming now grows
Blessings here show
Seek the true light
That lights your way
Dare to be just you
Just like a flower
Bloom where you are
Live your best face
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2014
Singapore
I held your hands, you did not pray
Your silence withered me like a wreath
I smiled at you inscrutable like a new day
And waited on time for soon defeat
When love has lost its voice it has no will
For nothing sings inside a desolate heart
The eyes are drooping limbs in winter’s chill
The bodies like ships so slowly drift apart
You are enticed by gardens with more gold
My neighbor’s once watered dying grass
Where artificial flowers bloomed in the cold
Undiscerning I competed, I spent and lost
Resisting winter to boast my unfading rose
Foolish in love then, and phony you the more
Love is all we should be, nothing that we pose
We make the gift alone who knew what freedom was before.
And later that evening she sauntered
along the halls of the cathedral
with callous egoism jingling in her pocket
whilst chuckling of undiscerning humor
I know not the definition of such folly
though strangely I must attest that I weltered in rapture
When she evanesced with no concern for a colloquy
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