You love your nation?
Don't damn critics, unfavored
Do people's bastion.
Categories:
unfavored, community, humanity, love, patriotic,
Form: Haiku
She dreamed of living in an un-fragile state,
And most would say this wasn’t her fate
Pierced by the words of those unfavored
She constantly wondered, would she be able?
To free herself from all the unkind, or will burdens take her piece at a time
Time is only a fragment at best, but time is all she really has left
To un-wedge, the knives stuck in her back
Or to heal the wounds her parents have left
I can’t convey the degree of her fate,
But I do know, that she can be saved
Saved from the burdens, and knives that caused pain
She's determined to be someone, someday
Categories:
unfavored, absence, abuse, anger, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Promised Land: A Psalm of Faith
There is a kind of strength comes to a wanting land
(Where six inches of unfavored soil must withstand
A chance for rain), when rooted in the Word
That brings hope through faith.
---And a roadside sign proclaims, "Jesus is Lord"
Expand and retreat, germinate and scatter
Rhythms of nature play out no matter
How the seemingly perpetual estates of man defy.
---And an ancient Ojibwa cried, "Sometimes I go about in pity
For myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky"
I knew of a man broken by this land
Who remains unbreakable in his stand
That he and the grange are one.
When asked why he stays on in this now dead sea,
—-Says only,"This is God's country and I am his son"
Copyright Paul Thomson 2013.
Categories:
unfavored, christian, courage, earth,
Form: Didactic
Short in stature,
long in fight,
the zealot stood his ground
The odds unfavored,
no end in sight,
victory still unfound
The daylight haunting,
the body count,
the field a sea of blood
A bugle blowing
for one last charge,
advancing through the mud
With force depleted
but spirit whole,
his voice heard far and wide…
“Into the jaws
of certain death
—for glory now we ride”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Categories:
unfavored, war,
Form: Rhyme
THE DIS ADVANTAGE OF BEING UNFAVORED
IN THE EYES OF HER FRIENDS
MIGHT CAUSE YOU TO RETHINK YOUR STRATEGY
THE INFLUENCE OF OTHERS MIGHT MAKE HER TO PUT HER FAITH
IN THOSE WHO WISH TO SEPARATE YOU TWO
FINDING COMMON GROUND MIGHT MEAN
DOING SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE DOING
THEN YOU MIGHT LASH OUT AGAINST THAT SOMEONE
BECAUSE THE RESULTS DIDN'T
TURNOUT AS YOU PLANNED OR WISHED
WHICH HURTS HEAL TO BRING ON ANOTHER
MY THE SORES OF NEEDING MAKE ME WISER AGAINST
BEING HURT AGAIN
MIGHT THIS MAKE ME WISE IN DOING SO
Categories:
unfavored, love,
Form: Ballad
I rather die than just pass
away from boring days to fabled prayers,
I rather live my life today
as if I never cared.
I hope you understand my fears,
shattered for seven years,
in this plain of existence,
I'm jeered.
I feel shards of niceties
prick my skin,
in most unfavored ways,
merely on a whim.
Blood flows,
heart breaks,
mind is born-again.
I know the frame of life sits in the pane,
and the light is bright enough to blind.
Yet on I shine...
shameless as a piece of glass.
Categories:
unfavored, life,
Form: Epic
His word against the witnesses. The jury must decide.
Whom to believe, the question. They voted he had lied.
Locked up behind steel bars, to be left there for his life,
He lost those he left behind, his children and his wife.
He professed his innocence. His denials never wavered.
Whenever he made an appeal, it was stamped unfavored.
At long last he quit trying, accepting his sad fate.
He tried only to stay sane, not to be consumed by hate.
He wished they’d executed him in dreaded electric chair.
Dying would be much better than this life so hard to bear.
After twenty years, his innocence was proven by DNA.
It was an aged and broken man who was set free that day.
He left with his few possessions but he didn't know to where.
Categories:
unfavored, sad, social, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
Complications arise dear friends, and I surmount,
now with pioneering spirit, spilling, and grappling to recount:
past distress, with the ability to introspect,
accounting all, and all with due respect,
for incessant labour, and all actions spent,
though some ill and unfavored, I will not repent...
but rather play, here, in one resultant song;
a sweet-and-sour melody,
played out so long,
played out so slow,
and played out now,
sowing forth to show, that it shall not end...
And what fruits shall come,
what dividend...
I shall consume alone-
til' death comes forth,
to free,
exhume,
and consecrate my flesh and bone.
Categories:
unfavored, hope, introspection, life, visionary,
Form: Verse