Vultures verify vulnerable villages,
Vacuuming value, venerating vaults.
Voters vilified, voices vetoed,
Votes vanished, victories volatile.
Visible villains veil violations,
Virtuous veterans victimized via vanity.
Vast vaults versus vacant vessels,
Value vaporized, virtue vandalized.
Vice validates violence, violence validates vice,
Vicious vortex, vicious vice.
Victims vilified, victors vindicated,
Verdicts valued via victory.
Vassals versus visionaries,
Veins vibrating, voices volcanic.
Volition versus validation,
Vital versus virtual vocation.
Verify every version.
View every veil.
Value verification versus verbal virtue-signaling.
Vision without visibility becomes voluntary blindness.
Vengeance? Vacant.
Virtue? Variable.
Victory? Valueless without volition.
Value lives via voluntary vision,
Verses vibrating with visceral veracity.
I grew up blind
The kind that fades away with the gaping eye of knowledge
word on the tip of every patriotic tongue was independence
Little did my shut brain know, sham was a better word for it
The physicality was removed, that is certain
But ideas and creeds are still sung, venerating them
It’s as if our souls were trained for the job-faultlessly
Yet freedom is cried out from the fantasy of the beholder
How could it be that they quantify us unchained?
When the model of sophistication and elegance embellished
Fall in the wondrous sculpture molded of anything but our culture
Language is deemed "uncouth,” evermore forgotten as ancestral splendor
Colonialism ended to let on a superior beneficial exploitation
What better shrewdness than one concocted in plain sight?
We’ve seen their pockets outgrow them with our gold, our dignity
While we’re outran by their wars, and still, we grow old-blind
Forgiveness
Of ourselves and others
Requires
Giving up all ego;
Inviting in humility~
Venerating
Everyone as created
Near to God's own heart;
Everyone needing
Sympthy and Christ's
Salvation.
Dear Merciful Jesus--
making Holy Eye Contact with You is a start
to gazing with trust on the Blood & Water
---gushing forth from Your pierced Heart!
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References:
~Rhymezone
~John 19:34-37
~venerating the Divine Mercy Image
~praying The Chaplet of Divine Mercy
~The Diary-- Divine Mercy in my soul
~Karen Jones' insightful comments! :)
Quote"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked". Bernard Meltzer
Her gaze was distorted beyond recall.
Looking at me twice and venerating all.
The two of us in tandem fascinate me.
Whose life was broken, many days to glee?
Light travels through cracks in the glass,
Amidst shards of her, thrown on the grass.
Using golden glue to restore crank pottery,
Rules used to foster mayhem and slobbery
The girl in the crystal appears to be broken,
Sharp wounds full of light and left unspoken.
Once she reaches fullness, she is complete,
Even if it fit her head, wouldn't cover her feet.
Light breeze in when spirits burst woven,
Aspires for dark healing, sets heart in motion.
When we sieve to embrace light and love,
Let the blissful benison of God deign from above.
Written: March 05, 2023
Cracked Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
PoetrySoup makes the bold mutuality of eager souls.
Oh, What a whimsical bearing for a meeting!
Embellishing the psyche's shrewdest notions, venerating
Together, we have erected this one-of-a-kind haven.
Read, review others, and be present to remark and blog.
Yearning determinedly for the boundless POTD.
Savoring every sense, emotion, and genuine feedback.
Ostentatious encyclical and exquisite delight on paper.
Untethering and relentless river of innovatory composition
Priceless colosseum where idioms prosper and grow.
Written: August 29, 2022
Poetry Soup Beyond Its Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Tiptoeing fond emotions how playfully you tease
Titillating seductively my memories to appease
Springs that once blossomed passionate appeal
When indulgent eyes met contours of your zeal
Tantalizing tenor of love quixotic rhythms reveal.
I hear those melodies, romantic heartbeats revive,
Pulsing strings of heart on its tempo they thrive
Promising forgotten vibes, fervid past is still alive
When gently you arrive awakening frozen dreams
Delighting love-beats, crooning amorous themes.
You sense as I do, why unsated feelings still woo,
Why the un-bloomed seasons are trying to renew
Autumns full of gilded hues you once withdrew
Disheartening two ardent souls beholden and true;
As love now rustles anew, what am I to construe?
Oh! how ebulliently you bloomed in our first kiss
When blazing impulses tolled moments of bliss,
I recognize those footprints as delicately you spree
In courtyard of longings, venerating you and me,
As whispers of intimacy implore in euphoric plea.
July 18, 2021
Poem of the day on July 19, 2021
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand Rhymed Contest
GENETIC FOOTPRINTS
EMANATING WITHIN HEARTS OF MORTALS
ARE GENETIC FOOTPRINTS BEQUEATHED BY CELESTIAL ESSENCES
WANDERING UPON THE IMMENSITY OF A DYNAMIC TIMELESSNESS
VENERATING ENLIGHTENED SPIRITS EXPLORING ENDLESS SPACES
ILLUMINATING DARK ENIGMATIC PORTALS
One uneventful night, I had an interesting thought that *****sapiens,
might be the by-product of wandering space explorers from a different time
and space, with the instinct and desire to travel far and wide, to seek for
answers of their origins and wished to touch the face of their Creator, but
unfortunately ended up living on planet Earth for a period of time before
continuing on. Questions and desires that sound and feel familiar to us
humans?
Just a thought...
October 2013
Aboard cruise liner:
"Splendour Of The Seas"
A skyrocketing leaf
Developing carefully in belief
By the creator chief
Passed on by in behest
A venerating tempest
With a delicate twist
Come face to face with
Great day companion
While looking skyward
To the creator chief
Of the world's blade of leaf
You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.
Up in the window, stands a coyote.
His teeth are bared in detestation.
He howls his satanic verses.
Abomination is his curse.
Do not confront this animal.
Life fades.
Humankind is mentally dead.
They have goaded the animals with the splicing of human brain.
A dog walks with the persona of man.
Do not speak to him.
In the hollow of a tree with leaves as a covering, lies a wolf.
Her teeth are gleaming as she slyly looks.
She stands and yowls her satanic verses.
Atrocity is her hatred.
Do not attack.
Run as fast as you can.
Satan is on a journey to win.
Shout for the Holy Spirit to enter.
Abhor venerating the regards of our creator.
Do this to be save.
Satanic verses you hear in the howls and yowls of the pacts.
They speak in tongue about your nicks and knacks.
Purloins humankind has become by affronting the world the omnipotent formed.
The great divided is no more.
Satanic verses are the faunas’ voices.
Beware the midnight!
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Penned on May 27, 2014!|
1.A, cardinal of alphabets
deity is pre-eminent.
2.What use thou learned?
unless venerating divine
3.Captives of his flower-heart
long live on earth.
4.Devotee of fair nature
never faces hazard.
5.Admirers of nature never
suffer ignorant fatalism.
6.Self controlling of sense
organs, long live.
7.Critics of unique divine
suffer constant misery.
8.Forsaking sage of charity
uncross delightful seas
9.As insensate organs, nonconformists
of him worthless.
10.Devotees of divine cross
birth-ocean, censure not.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31 B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU,INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 3-12-13
Email [email protected]
Honour
Bravery Gallantry
Venerating Glorifying Respecting
Soldier Warrior Conscie Coward
Panicking Daunting Alarming
Defeated Vanquished
Dishonour.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
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