"beit" poems
I go mad that I might see the world around me anew
Growing up and being taught everything even the things I fear
Yes the things I fear, love and hate… we are all first taught it all
What to fear, what to love, what to hate.. this is my understanding
Of the madness I encounter everyday…
I go mad that the world around me may accept me for a sanity’s insanity
Dressed in naked’s flesh and being glorified as the highest fad in vogue
For even my flesh feels no more shame, as Adam and Eve felt same
Oh! I go mad for the love of Steve rather Eve becoming Adam’s ribs
How beit? “From the beginning it was not so” why make it so now
Will Jonah’s good luck bill save our nation’s repulsive ills and acts?
How long will mercy deter us from the brimstone exodus of the Gomorrah’s?
I go mad for loved ones that show love for the personal preferential from loved ones
How much of this personal preferential love actually makes the world go round
Brothers killing brothers, how cold our love has waxed...
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
East of Bethlehem of Judea
pastors kept watch over their flock
peacefully tending their sheep
when dazzled by a light
tidings of joy
An angel
Would bring
God
Poetic form :Nonet (9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1)
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
ringing ears
running fast
silver bells
silver bells
broken door
speckled grass
it’s christmas time
in the city
arab spring
stinging air
ring-a-ling
hear them sing
rubber bullets
clotted hair
children laughing
people passing
burning tire
siren blast
and above all this
bustle you’ll hear
steel shell
rebel yell
silver bells
silver bells
silver bells
silver
bells
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
I could never love thee more ,
for if I had ever loved her less
then What hope is there. of my bequest ?
And all those things that charmed her most ,
was God the Son and the Holy Ghost.
So beit then the birds that scattered and flapped their wings ,
just as she was about to sing .
When the weevles forgot they had no voice ,
As all the insects and animals drew ever near .
Just for what they were about to hear .
And so the birds had flown to the four corners of the earth
to pick the rarest flowers and weeds .
And so the birds with all their enchanting ways ,
returned with their flowers and weeds ,
and placed them in a basket one by one .
In front of a forever ripening sun .
And so she thanked the finch ,
The blackbird and the
thrush .
But the magpie swooped down and stole her heart ,
The most beautiful thing that set us apart
Just when I had set out our table for two .
She screamed as that bird flew
And left that gold trinket in it’s nest of love .
For days it stayed perched above ,
Singing it’s sweet songs of innocence and love .
And then one day she flew away ,
and fell in love
With the most enchanting song you ever heard .
The black of the devil ,
The White ,
of God
And now demons and black angels ,
Can be heard flapping madly at my door at what they had heard .
but that voice that once tought my heart to sing
was never heard of again ,
and of that ,
Is the one thing
I
am
sure .
Is that no , no more .
I would ever hear her voice no more
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC