Judgement Day

When He came down from the heavens above,
We welcomed Him, arms wide open with love.
We showered our God with adoration
And eagerly sought His revelation.

Prostrated before His magnificence
In an attempted rite of recompense
Under the golden throne of creation,
We prayed for everlasting salvation,

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How Can We Get To Sleep Each Roaring Night?

What is the What?
Who is the Who?
When is the When?
Where will I lay my head and rest?

How is a misnomer
Each time I crack an egg,
Each time I fry its yoke,
Its slither down my throat,
My turn in the game of consumption
And conquest.

Dangerous Things

Chitin dreams are shredded under foot, and scars
With crooked knees slowly make their way down the road.

Limping, with coat collars pulled high to cover up their chins,
Their lips, their delicate seeds of hope they keep balanced

Upon the palm of their tongues, so they continue.

Peace

And maybe peace is not
A bilateral talk in an air-conditioned room
With high security to defend the privileged
It is the perpetual sorrow and spirit of warring men
And women, their numbers dwindling like a waning crescent

Victims of Violence

They look like all of us,

do you ever wonder when the dust settles

if they feel the same way as you

when their loss becomes real.

Oxymoron Poetry Challenge: Opposites Attracting

How we build the world on

unbelievable truths and

discoverable mysteries.

Our Certainty Deserts

Millions of mortal years
In the making –
Born of violence and pressures –
Light, the beginnings of life,
Worships and wisdoms
Takes a mere
Eight velocity minutes to reach us;
Battering against our thin,
Comfortable-ignorance shells:
The dry winds that dance
At the edges of
Our certainty deserts.

23/6/2013

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Karen from A Reason 2 Rhyme has offered a poetry / writing challenge. Stop over Mondays and give it a try. Here’s a haiku

Courtney’s Song

He smashes her heart, but she’s sorry.
He walks out the door, and she’s crying again.
His eyes are so cold, but she loves him,
His fists are so cruel, but he won’t do it again.

Fishermen’s Song

Gnarling fury,
Menacing wrath!

From Poseidon’s clutches
Deliver thy torn sail!

Like an Ocean

via bluewallpaper org

I am like an ocean
Angry, restless and stormy
When troubled and distressed

I am like an ocean
Serene, confident and playful
And a beautiful sight to behold
Like a sea at sunset
And the sweet sight of dawn

I am like an ocean
Used and abused
By man