"abased" poems
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( we fly together ! )
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Little girl
Child of the forgotten grace and promises made
By the ancient Elders
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The picture of a child / seed planted purposefully
In the DESSERT
Watered by LOVE
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Humanity is broken open
And it is crying aloud
The MYSTIC BEINGS come
From out the SHADOWS
And await
For its YOU
who MUST appear
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( the first angel )
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IT IS YOU WE NEED
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From out the prostituted gore
Of this abased and abusing treachery
Called OUR WORLD
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We shall STAND OUR GROUND !
( the EARTH is ours )
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Understand
Your Worth and your Power
Are the same
GOD's NAME IS YOUR NAME !
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Is there PURE AND PERFECT LOVE HERE ?
Yes ! Yes !
Yes indeed
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone
returning over the nightmare ground
we found the place again, and found
the soldier sprawling in the sun.
The frowning barrel of his gun
overshadowing. As we came on
that day, he hit my tank with one
like the entry of a demon.
Look. Here in the gunpit spoil
the dishonoured picture of his girl
who has put: Steffi. Vergissmeinnicht.
in a copybook gothic script.
We see him almost with content,
abased, and seeming to have paid
and mocked at by his own equipment
that's hard and good when he's decayed.
But she would weep to see today
how on his skin the swart flies move;
the dust upon the paper eye
and the burst stomach like a cave.
For here the lover and killer are mingled
who had one body and one heart.
And death who had the soldier singled
has done the lover mortal hurt.
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Verdant eyes, translucent pearls
speak in silent witness,
wounds unfurl
meaning revealed,
interrupted girl.
Safe in solidarity
prolific eccentricity,
the scandal of particularity.
Pouting mouth
grief - filled lips
alluring, set sail a thousand ships;
tempt me to leave harbor.
Arousing euphoria as such,
resistance, amity and distance
amour sans touch
her sense of humor transcends,
appeasing the mind’s thirst
a vogue sultana,
seasoned swagger
hair resplendent flame,
alternating cool, black
asymmetrical coiffure;
nonconforming demure
the renegade metaphor -
singular for sure, no cure.
Muted vanity, bathos piercing
the jaded circumference of banality;
pale protagonist servitude
the sapient palaver of the urbane,
covered patina of pretense,
induced coercion,
the commodity self
appearing abased
wearing lesions of lassitude.
Artistic chattel - eminent domain
preempting genius,
subsidiary of consuming narcissism
external locus of control;
surrender to the tentative,
fettered pendant, Venus in chains
arrested visionary bane
sterile savant, edifice of pain.
The soubrette, dubious incarnation
gravid ingénue of prevarication
imperceptible venue -
theatre of the absurd;
withdrawn siren,
solitude of necessity -
skin - slender veil of shame,
nearness loitering redemption;
moments envisage
the appointment with the soul;
ambiguity eschews clarity
awareness; ineluctable anxiety,
imago - centric confession
sacred pardon, seraphic venation
intravenous textures presume,
the tactile margins of liberty.
Therapeutic retrieval,
Sanguine,
beneath the portico of
individuation;
Your smile I hear,
recovered autonomy
blessed emancipation,
The scandal of particularity;
peculiar treasure
ironically captured
film, canvas,
prose profundity.
Ciphering as an ambling book,
I peruse you,
rendered captive
hypnotic avant-garde fiction,
spectator of denuded opacity
analogous reflection, I Mirror you.
A modest proposal - pontificate the imperative,
forgo the disposal, adapt your narrative,
the scandal of particularity -
resonate the echo, cogitate our propinquity
Love, imagination and destiny.
©2008 & 2011 W.S Warner
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 1:20 AM UTC
As a matter of fact
"I Do"
This particular hospital visit has become an UnKnown drifting barge of cold,
Dismal,a bit austere and forlorn
Fatigue and tension was an early onset of the week.
Spent most the time looking for relief
Every attempt gave life to a unique defeat
An Inexorable desire for the calm to anoint me
I volunteer, then become abased, when they don't appoint me
Irritated When Lustful walls castigate me
Now the needle sings a seductive serenade of sedition,
Slowly, softening the soul to surrender to sleep and submission
That is the mental, and physical surrender, but what of the spiritual and emotional exhortation for permission?
I remain here not home
I prepare for the pain all alone
Dilaudid stirring up my veins and then some
Hoping to endow or maim some predilection from U,
-Alexis-
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
Bruising,kicking,clubbing,
chanting,ranting,yelling,
from afar their judgement is pronounced,
scourging,ravaging,encompassed,
their foes enmassed,
as their woes crawles to them.
Ensnared in rageous mobbing.
No attention given,
Brutally abased at fraternities delight,
Blood splitting,
Blood gushing,
sands soaks in blood,
as of mud from heavy downpour,
fraternities yelling,mobs cheering.
As their lynching delights them all.
No saviour!
No mercy!
Woe!
Woe!
Woe!
They rants in accord,
from their chamber miserable voices screams.
Only but whispers heard,
in cold fatique voices.
One said i am
not guilty!
another said we
only came
to collect what
he owed me!
Another said i
live in heaven
where milk and
honey flows
i lack nothing,i
am innocent
another said
yesterday
i paid my
tuition,i paid my
dues i am
innocent.
In cold blooded,
lynched them
all.
their hell fire
came to them
alive
they were burnt
they were
wasted
as of unwanted
beasts!
oh! Aluu what
have you done?!
Who were those
innocent 4 you
killed??
Don't you know
the pain of
mothers labour
at birth?!
They are not
different from
you
they feel pain!
they feel torture!
they feel torment!
wont you
scream if i club
you?
won't you flee if
i burn you fire?!
They sought to
flee
they sought to
hide
they pled for
mercy
but you were
their miserable
nightmares!
You were there
foes ragging in
woes massacre!!!
The boys were
your children
they were your
brothers
oh! Merciless
Aluu!!!
What have you
done to the
futures untold?
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
How shall I tell with tinseled word
The beauty that is thine
Can tongue so rough or phrase absurd
Express creation divine
If thy hand by chance would brush
Then clouds, course as gravel fly
Lest they be touched and with jagged husk
Disgrace the vaulted sky
A glance be cast from thine eye alone
The sapphire brought to shame
Must steal away no more than stone
Its blazing fire tame
Remove thy veil, thy countenance revealed
Glorious Sol his face must hide
Averting his gaze, his luster concealed
Giving place of pride
Should thy lips favoring, a kiss bestow
Rubies abased, on bended knee
Acknowledging a hue beyond that they know
Become versed in humility
If poor verse could induce thee to concede
One exquisite facet of form or face
Then thine eyes and mine should be agreed
Upon thy incomparable grace
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
(Mark, xi.17)
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart,
O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
Devoted as it is to Thee,
A thievish swarm frequents the place,
They steal away my hopes from me,
And rob my Saviour of His praise.
There, too, a sharp designing trade
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade
To part with ease, and purchase pain.
I know them, and I hate their din;
And weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve Thee as I would.
Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,
What peace shall reign when Thou art there;
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer.
And if Thou make Thy temple shine,
Yet self-abased, will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine;
I give Thee waht was Thine before.
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Loving begins with a lover,
a dishonourable person cannot love.
Like hunting which cannot be done by just any hunter,
loving requires ability;
like fruit for the fruit seeker.
......loving begins with a lover.....
So give the lover another option to love.
Love requires intellect just like success requires intellect.
......love with passion and not illusion...
When you love, guide your heart with deligience so you be not heartbroken.
The hearts of many have been broken by love,
while the hearts of some have been made whole by love.
Love not to break the heart,
but love to build the heart.
When you love, don't only love;
but love with care.
Love with love and with faith;
that your love be not abased.
Love not for wealth,
for it fades away.
Love not for appearance,
for it's deceptive.
When you love,
love for love,
love for character;
love for charisma.
Love for personality,
not for mediocrity.
Love is a mystery
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
I've been looking for glass sheets
For clear majestic views
But a dreary kaleidoscope I find
Among the wreck and ruins
So strucked was I
To gain pleasure
In those mocking patterns
I've been looking for seashells
For silvery water outbreaks
But sea urchins I dwell
So strucked was I
To love the stingy pain
As I get abased
With the thorns by lane
I've been looking for empathy
But all I discover is cruelty
I've been looking for better
But all I found is clearly opposite..
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
we miss the mark by blaming modern haste
for all the losses that the old declare
since time's the one thing that we cannot waste
why bother waiting when the one abased
will be revenged when none is left to care
we miss the mark by blaming modern taste
instead of noting that the old displaced
was most unkind and never was quite fair
since time's the one thing that we cannot waste
you ought to leave at once before the taste
of anger drives our guardians all spare
we miss the mark by blaming modern taste
for those disasters that our kind have faced
the ***** magics came on unaware
since time's the one thing that we cannot waste
burning our feet showing our gems were paste
leaving behind only a haze in air
we miss the mark by blaming modern haste
since time's the one thing that we cannot waste
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 2:32 PM UTC
Step from the pews
And rise up against the storm
Growing from our past
As lies become the norm,
As truth is lost to ego
And accused of vanity
By peddlers of human souls
And false humanity,
Who sold their God for silver
And passed along the blame,
Abased their infidelity,
And insist we do the same.
Stand up against the rising storm
Of bitter ignorance,
Take up a sword of thought and deed,
Forsake deliverance,
Fight for your right to have a thought,
Before it turns to crime,
And know your soul is all your own,
From now, and for all time.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Even when in a famished state I hunt,
In pastures green and lush with abundance,
He renews my spry and exuberance.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
In gardens of drought He will fortune plant.
He leads to quiet pools of fresh water
from which I draw strength and endless laughter.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He does my requests for pleasant paths grant.
Even when to deepest darkness I stray,
He lovingly paves a most glorious way.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Even when my foes seek my life to hunt,
His rod and staff give me all the comfort
that allay my fears of every discomfort.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He does my sumptuous feasts and banquets flaunt
for my blood thirsty adversaries to see
from abased locations on bended knee.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Even when Satan tries my soul to haunt,
His goodness and mercy will follow me
until His heavenly abode I see.
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC
∅,
shoving ∅self rudely
over ∅s conspiring back,
was abased, and gave birth
to the cosmos.
Every star,
freshly born, at once
saw the joke and laughed
until they all winked out,
spent.
Yet Laughter
lurks in wait --
to shove the dead
into Life.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
Soft s
Hard z
Warring names
Like warring nations
Soldiers in and out of filled
Train stations.
Letters March
Up and down
Filling pages of
Notebooks bought brown
Math was a bite and a bore
English is her light and her lore
She never wrote love stories out loud
Because a twice uttered spell could cause her to drown
Deep in a sea of serpentine slopes
That the people called loves, dreams and hopes
But she did color with her mind
A clouded sky
Steeped full of orange and pink painted chai
The cup was bitter but sweet
A chance for two lovers to meet
Select all; delete
Now he is gone before she could sleep
Slumber is simple
Unless you are on watch
Watching your watch for another
To stand notching his clock
Never Relieved of duty
her names never ceased fire
The letters are looting
Abased of greed they get their fill
Filled full of slumber and pills
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Atom open born energy fragrance
atmosphere bay embraces pactis'd origin heard
youth procreant *** uprights
soul proof vexes familiar stealthy fancied wondering
Backward
abased loose plunged
scabs full flags, handkerchiefs
babe Sprouting hair Tenderly,
faint perceive hints old somewhere collapses
die manifold companion lips Undrape!
silently red-faced sprawls clinking doors atop
mountains settle round luxuriant
slave friendly handsome owns I laughing
wet bodies spray sharpens lithe
steady giant for Oxen tread
consider wild sharp-hoof'd foot growing
easiest pure I resist cannot riddle grass
music battles dead fail'd set press.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
there's no sense in the judgment that we make
concerning all the tricks of the old trade
nor in belief that turns out to be fake
in all those things that are fated to fade
the world is as it is and what must come
is less not more than what we'd thought the sum
of what we earn in simple steady pay
but given to us with little delay
we're far too eager and give in to haste
the infant mind attains its highest sway
so what is human ends up most abased
our duty never got an honest shake
but found its honour hidden in the shade
while we were learning good things by mistake
and wondering why none came by to aid
for our relief we did not earn a crumb
while happy others made off with the plum
meanwhile the foolish urged us just to pray
as if that answer were more than cliché
while our best efforts had to be replaced
and matters finished in another way
so what is human ends up most abased
the truth is clear we could not get a break
from anybody here the whole charade
was guaranteed to maximise their take
and in the process our spirits abrade
dumping us all down in the meanest slum
because we were so obviously dumb
we were served up upon a silver tray
trapped and devoured to our immense dismay
our skills dismissed and all of us disgraced
moulded and shaped just like the softest clay
so what is human ends up most abased
prince you observe as we suffer this day
ordering whips our tender backs to flay
you think this moment easily erased
yours is the power and the word today
so what is human ends up most abased
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
I know who I am.
I don’t need your label.
I don’t need your words.
I have my own.
Your voice like stones,
I can feel my bones wither.
You have nothing left so away you slither.
My reality is not lost,
I am only free.
Passed are the feelings abased;
I am freer than such a measly flea.
My skin freshly pierced,
I have felt pain that which you know no name.
Returned am I.
Reborn am I.
Lasting through the past that left me to cry.
A past where I would rather die.
Your stones may have sunk my body that was something more of a pseudonym
but my dear,
I’ve always known how to swim.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
Rejoice in thy LORD Always. Again I will say, Rejoice.! Let thy Gentleness be Known to All Kind. The LORD Is at Hand. Be Anxious for Nothing, but in Everything by Prayer and Supplication, with Thanksgiving, let thy Requests be made known to GOD:: And thy Peace Of GOD, which Surpasses All Understanding, will guard your Hearts and Minds through Christ Jesus... Finally, brethren, whatever things are True, whatever things are Noble, whatever things are Just, whatever things are Pure, whatever things are Lovely, whatever things are of Good Report, if there is any Virtue and if there is Anything Praiseworthy- Meditate on these tthings.. The things which thee learned and Receieved and Heard and Saw in Me, these do, and the GOD Of Peace will be with Thee.. But I Rejoiced in thy LORD Greatly that now at last thy Care for me has Flourished again; though thy surely did Care, but thy Lacked Oppprtunity. Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever State I am, to be Content.! I know how to be Abased, and I know how to Abound. Everyhwere and in all things I have learned both to be Full and to be Hungry, both to Abound and to Suffer Need... I Can Do All Things Through Christ who Strengthens Me..... Nevertheless, thy have done Well that thy shared in my Distress.. Our GOD Changeth Not... GOD Remain Our Strength.. GOD Is Love.. GOD With Us.!!!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
The fire and brimstone in their pall
Are the cloak and cloth of sin
Whose tyranny the mind appal
When it fathoms deep within
And o'er those gates so rancid wrought
With blood and flesh and iron
When after that fate one, we, hath fought
We turn up still, all hope be gone
The stench of death dank, all around
Suffuse the climes from sky to ground
The King of Hell who seldom grafts
For anything, yet seldom stops
His command to torture, down the shaft
As to every level hops
Spreads black wings and glides above
His victims as he, gruesome, gloats
Anathema to turtle dove
Who on divine zephyr of heaven floats
His presence ever torturous still
When reign dark from ****** lordly hill
He sees the scuttling victims run
Away, cruel let loose for game and chase
A beautiful mirage of sun
To taunt the soul abased
Hells hills trees grow putrid leaves
No mortal could brace the sulphurous stench
Under canopies the victim weave
As they shiver, shudder, blench
As torturer catches up, apace
Him testament to time's disgrace
By his vainglory employed
That ******* of the angel boys
Treats people, world, as things and toy
Seduced to do his bidding, ploys
But justice, freedom will uproar
Angels of Hell link arms, uprise
For Heaven they have wanted more
Than sooty, oppressive, obsidian skies
**** the devil, his ****** lies
Hear us rise, sing God's reprise
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Framing a quaint perspective
Pertaining metaphorical abased character
Shoulders of ridiculous initiatives
******* the pleasure of the sweetest nectar
Evaluating by rough deformities
Framing a quaint perspective
With dignity of formalities and amenities
Portraying ****** sketches of victims
Sufferer in the mouth of cannon
Soul in deep dark abaddon...
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
You were March in the month of December.
a vague promise of Spring,
but your spirit was frostier, than the month February.
You were the quiet storm I never saw coming.
A level five hurricane that torpedoed through
my hopes and dreams.
You were the spoken word of a plagiarizing poet.
You were the horror before the panic attack,
that panicked the little girl that lived happily in me.
You were that fiery rain in July,
which incinerated my satin skin alive.
You had the fire extinguisher in your hands,
yet broke the nozzle to watch me scorch and gradually die.
You were a once a year-twenty four hour sunset
in an Alaskan sky.
You had a crimson light in you
that made the devil squirm as he looked into your soulless eyes.
In my innocent eyes,
I thought that light was special,
I didn’t think, it would be the malevolent light of the East.
In a million years, did I think, that light,
would blind,
would hurt,,
would break,
would burn,
would abased,
would debased,
would bring me to my knees.
I saw all the angels,
I saw Jesus,
I saw God,
Mother Mary,
even the devil-interceding for me.
Yet their shrieks were not endearing to thee,
For nine hours you forced your demonic self and beat me.
But here I am.
I am stronger, than you would ever be!
LeydisProse
5/24/2017
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
We've hit it
yes we have
the end of days draws nigh
a Grand Master now abased
beat by a algorithmic, self-taught AI
It's not that a computer
hasn't won before
this one learned the game
in hours, only four
Stock your pantries ladies
fill the tubs, and baths
Armageddon, now approaching
a mechanical type, laugh
The masters no longer flesh
setting tasks, we can't comply
building smarter robots
up until the day
we die
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC