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We lay our hand upon the stone and wail
Our time to wail again and wait for the world
It has always been so for poets as the world knows
And so, yet we wail, and hope

Look upon the world and ask yourself:  
Has redemption come to this world?
If there has ever been Joy in this world,
Where is that Joy?

The world is not the way it is supposed to be
The world is broken, no? Has it not always been so?
Only now do we see others of great courage
Wailing with us

We’ll tell these shamans of large stones
Stones that rest in the cool river
Together, holding hands, we may walk upon them
For The Divine Name of ***

Is written upon us
And so, yet we pray
And so yet we sing
And so, shall we rise
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Liquid Bear Oct 9
My pornographic angel,
my heart is a cup
filled with tears and fire,
would you hold it
in your glacial hands?
My faith is broken,
my blood is hollow,
would you cast
your neon light
upon my battered soul?
My mechanical Venus,
my drug, my disease,
would you lie to me?
I wrote this poem a month ago or so. I've moved past this style but I wanted to know what you guys thought of it.
Dani Oct 2
"A Psalm of Life" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
What the heart of the young man said to the Psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!APsalmof_Life

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and *** o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;—

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
This spoke to me so much so, that I had to bring it here for others.
Lord we have two choices,
judge us not too harshly if we settle for grey,
sometimes a white lie
can save an amanda of fools.
Seanathon Jun 1
For months a struggle in vain I've been. Deliver me now my Lord.

Allow me to see for a moment beyond what this human heart thinks I adore.

Because I do not wish to continue like this, give me strength now to close this old door.

Would you allow me to be, in my present at peace and with this anxiousness in me no more?
Letting go of what I want. Opening my eyes to what he wants for me.
ShowYouLove Mar 19
Lord in your goodness hear and answer me
My enemies surround me they plot my demise
With wicked words they seek to trap me
Day and night they scheme with evil in their hearts
I fear for my life my safety Oh Lord my ***
Lord in your goodness hear and answer me

They lie in the shadows watching and waiting
Waiting for a moment of weakness to pounce
But you my *** are my protector in trouble
You are my shield and my strength
Lord in your goodness hear and answer me

I cry out to you come save me from these wolves
Hear my pleas Oh Lord and save me in my distress
Deliver me from my foes and by your right hand guard me
I trust in you *** come swiftly to my aid
Lord in your goodness hear and answer me
A Prayer of Trust and rescue from danger
Lift up your head, O Amsterdam!
Cast off your shame like a cloak;
Let it fall from your shoulders
As the shadows fall from the trees under the noonday sun.
Let your righteousness shine like the dawn;
Let your salvation blaze like a burning torch.

Too long have you lived in oppression;
Too long have  you allowed lewdness and adultery to taint your every thought.
Your graceful form has been ***** and ravaged,
And unspeakable sins have taken hold of your life.

You have opened yourself up to Corruption;
You have embraced Idolatry like a lover;
You have welcomed **** into your *****;
You have accepted Rebellion and Calamity as you closest friends;
Captivity and Abuse are constantly biting at your heels.

You have lost sight of your former glory;
You have forgotten you early prestige.
Do you not remember the words spoken over you in your youth?
Can you not recall your previous high standing?

You, O Amsterdam, were once so full of innocent beauty;
Everything you touched was made lovely.
Your skill and your potential were rivaled by no other.
Creativity and reform flowed from your hands like a mighty river,
And the promise of your future shone with the blinding brilliance of the dawn.

You were once a woman of untamed joy and boundless freedom,
Until you allowed fear to creep in and tame you.
You cowered at the feet of Dread and allowed him to harness you.
You surrendered to him your life, your freedom, your spirit, and your morals.
He stripped you of your pride and forced you into passivity,
Tearing away your will and your self dignity.

But you, O Amsterdam, did nothing to resist him.
You stood idly by and watched as your life was reformed by Dread.
You leaned into his changes;
You embraced his foreign ways and made them laws throughout your land,
Allowing everything you once stood for to be transformed.
You were selfish and afraid,
Seeking your own salvation at every expense to others.
And in your schemes for self preservation,
You lost everything.

Through your cowardice and because of your stoicism,
Your power and your control have been removed.
They have been taken from you and given into the hands of the Enemy,
And you have made no efforts to reclaim them.
You have grown lax and frail,
Unable to stop even the most conspicuous of wrongs;
Too feeble to lift even a single finger in defiance.

But do not fear, O Amsterdam!
Cease your trembling and lift up your head!
Set your eyes on the horizon and behold,
For your Savior is near!

The LORD has not forgotten you.
He has not abandoned you in your hour of weakness and despair.
He remembers all of His promises to you,
And He calls you by your True Name.

“I have made you to be a carrier of Freedom,” says the LORD.
“I have created you to be a Woman of Joy.
I have placed a uniqueness and an artistry inside of you,
And you will bear that into the surrounding lands.

“You were hand-crafted, O Amsterdam,
Individually selected by the LORD.
I have called you to be a place of refuge and new beginnings;
I have set you apart to carry a mantel of original and artistic vision.
I have made you a Leader and a Sanctuary,
And your influence will reconstruct the world around you.

“I, the LORD, will hold you in my hand for all to see–
I will renew your beauty and your splendor, and will lift you up to your former glory.
Never again will you be called “Forsaken” or “Desolate”,
For I will bestow upon you a new name.
You shall be known as “The Object of ***’s Delight”
And “The Bride of ***”,
For the LORD delights in you,
And will claim you as His bride.”

The nations will see your righteousness.
World leaders will be blinded by your glory.
You will walk through the streets of your city,
Your the Darkness will be transformed by the Light.
Your rivers will be refreshed by new streams of living water,
And hope will bloom with the springtime Tulips.

The LORD is reclaiming your territory;
He is marking every door with His seal.
He is bringing Revival like a tidal wave,
And releasing Honor into your streets like a hurricane.
Dignity and Grace will once again be your crown,
And you will commit yourselves to the Lord in triumph.
Robbie Lamb Jan 30
Life will get better, and it will get worse.
Just keep the song going, and start a new verse.
Star BG Jan 12
I will chant poetic words in gratitude,
like waves inside my voice.
They’ll ride the air like a vessel,
trying to port in a readers eyes.

I shall chant poetic verse for World Peace
sending it out as a psalm.
They will move as if tickling page,
so others gather in its field of type.

I will chant kissing the moment in song.
Giving wings to words to birth smile.
They will travel to one and all
with no cost just unconditional love.

I shall chant everyday anointing many.
Galloping in melody to open hearts
They will enter the silence to give hope
as they anchor inside wind.

I will chant poetic words so miracles come,
as great dreams takes over consciousness.
They surface for new beginnings
as one shifts inside compassion.

I shall chant. I will chant,
singing in a psalmody of light.

StarBG © 2017
Inspired by Harry Roberts. Thank you gifted one.
Kevin J Taylor Sep 2015
These are the thoughts of the Locust thrum—

From the ripple, the thought is the Rock is ***
From the Rock, the Earth
From the Earth, Sun-Moon
From They the thought is the Milky Spiral
The spiral known as the Eye of ***
And from the Eye all space is His
Gift of glorious and of noble heights
And from the Eye all space is Hers

These are the thoughts of the Locust thrum—

Praise them then— the Locust mind, the flights of Stone,
All Earths, their Suns and every Moon
Praise Galaxies
Praise Space— Her heights!

These are the thoughts of the Locust thrum
That which is done. That which is done
Imbongi, in South African tradition, is the name/title of a poet.

I imagine a great imbongi with imbongi friends who relay information to him from far away. In particular, this letter is about thoughts that the writer supposes have come from a distant cloud of locusts.
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry from common things.)
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