"davids" poems - Hello Poetry

Can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? The waves have been a teacher with more wisdom than any I have ever had before. Something so constant, so committed, so unflappable as the lapping or crashing of the waves upon the shore. If you need any evidence of her relentless nature, look no further than the foreshore, great boulders and cliff faces worn down to grit. A true mechanical entity, with precise surety, well versed in engineering, mathematics, weather patterns and fluid dynamics. Who would have thought a philosophical question would have an engineering solution? The answer is no, but the question lacks precision, it doesn't quite paint the picture as it happens. I dive into the crashing waves, stretched out long, offering no resistance, the wash thunders around me but still I glide forward in the water like a shark, no resistance. I am the immovable object. Suspended weightless I overcome the unstoppable force by holding ground, offering no resistance as it rages around and past me, trying to capsize me or push me backwards. The way of the seas, the ultimate peacemaker. The parallels to life do not need pointing out thus, especially to those who fight for justice, the Davids versus their Goliaths. History's great peacemakers have been here before, the art of war is in passive resistance, principled adherence coupled with civil disobedience, your silence is considered tacit acceptance, so be not silent but give unto Caesar that which is Caesars. The fight is an uphill playing field, you must play by their rules, or the game is over, but you can win by their rules if you know where they bend. So stand peacemakers, face rows of riot shields, plow fields as Te Whiti did, collect salt as Gandhi, be not silent, tip toe that fine line between real change and hard time, wherever you see injustice speak, and seek conciliation. Peace is not achieved when nations put down their guns, peace is achieved when people embrace their neighbors as their brothers and sisters. It is achieved when people no longer speak of peace with longing in the same breath as cursing the person that parked in their carpark. Be peace and you will see peace, wish not to see it in the world if you cannot be it in your world. Change yourself and the world changes with you. So can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? That much is up to you.

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Dec 18, 2012

Dec 18, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC

luka-love

Rise of the Peacemaker

Can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? The waves have been a teacher with more wisdom than any I have ever had before. Something so constant, so committed, so unflappable as the lapping or crashing of the waves upon the shore. If you need any evidence of her relentless nature, look no further than the foreshore, great boulders and cliff faces worn down to grit. A true mechanical entity, with precise surety, well versed in engineering, mathematics, weather patterns and fluid dynamics. Who would have thought a philosophical question would have an engineering solution? The answer is no, but the question lacks precision, it doesn't quite paint the picture as it happens. I dive into the crashing waves, stretched out long, offering no resistance, the wash thunders around me but still I glide forward in the water like a shark, no resistance. I am the immovable object. Suspended weightless I overcome the unstoppable force by holding ground, offering no resistance as it rages around and past me, trying to capsize me or push me backwards. The way of the seas, the ultimate peacemaker. The parallels to life do not need pointing out thus, especially to those who fight for justice, the Davids versus their Goliaths. History's great peacemakers have been here before, the art of war is in passive resistance, principled adherence coupled with civil disobedience, your silence is considered tacit acceptance, so be not silent but give unto Caesar that which is Caesars. The fight is an uphill playing field, you must play by their rules, or the game is over, but you can win by their rules if you know where they bend. So stand peacemakers, face rows of riot shields, plow fields as Te Whiti did, collect salt as Gandhi, be not silent, tip toe that fine line between real change and hard time, wherever you see injustice speak, and seek conciliation. Peace is not achieved when nations put down their guns, peace is achieved when people embrace their neighbors as their brothers and sisters. It is achieved when people no longer speak of peace with longing in the same breath as cursing the person that parked in their carpark. Be peace and you will see peace, wish not to see it in the world if you cannot be it in your world. Change yourself and the world changes with you. So can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? That much is up to you.

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the ladies oh the ladies louder now celebrate christmas with a almighty roul you see christmas is the time of the year where we party right like drinking alcohol and get ****** yeah that is quite great you see kids see Santa and ask them what would they like and the ladies buy the men a cordless drill as well as the men giving a ladies a big diamond ring yeah we will party with the song we wish you a jetty christams we wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year christmas is the time of year to Party party party and you get some eggnog and say come on ya ****** smarty oh dudes we will lift up our glassed and sing to the christ child the nirvanaly king you see christmas is the happiest time for a happy dude like me, to enjoy life too silent night holy night all is calm all is bright round yon ****** mother and child once in royal davids city the party is on for young and old as santa goes a travelling through the computer giving presents to everyone there and then on the first day of christmas my truelove gave to me a dollar so i buy a homeless man his tea if that isn’t enough, how about just leave it in his hat so he could add it up and buy many more dinners from all the money he raised away in a manger no crib for a bed the little lord buddha laid down his sweet head he would wake up and say, i control the 3 kings of orient are i bare gifts as i travel afar i am dreaming of a white christmas, well stop cause in Australia it’s too **** hot for it’s the summer weather, the bbqs are lit together as we are a walking around singing a song living in a summer wonderland on the beach we can build a sandcastle and bury poor old patrick in the sand and then he will jump and SHUT UP, why don’t you give your family a ****** woman a ****** hand then we jump in the saddle nice and quick all in there with good saint nick Feliz Navidad i want to wish a merry Christmas i wish you a merry christmas form the bottom of my heart, i lost when my friends treat me like a criminal six white boomers six white boomers racing good old Patrick through the blazing sun then Patrick sent to santa what about the toys aren’t you giving these to all the boys and girls or are you saying that boys are better than girls like a cool kid that you are a pair of hoppalong boots and pistol that shoots,is a gift for Patrick and Wayne dolls that will talk and go for a walk a grift from Joanne and Paula now dudes as i am prepared to party on dude till the break of dawn

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

christmas rap

the ladies oh the ladies louder now celebrate christmas with a almighty roul you see christmas is the time of the year where we party right like drinking alcohol and get ****** yeah that is quite great you see kids see Santa and ask them what would they like and the ladies buy the men a cordless drill as well as the men giving a ladies a big diamond ring yeah we will party with the song we wish you a jetty christams we wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year christmas is the time of year to Party party party and you get some eggnog and say come on ya ****** smarty oh dudes we will lift up our glassed and sing to the christ child the nirvanaly king you see christmas is the happiest time for a happy dude like me, to enjoy life too silent night holy night all is calm all is bright round yon ****** mother and child once in royal davids city the party is on for young and old as santa goes a travelling through the computer giving presents to everyone there and then on the first day of christmas my truelove gave to me a dollar so i buy a homeless man his tea if that isn’t enough, how about just leave it in his hat so he could add it up and buy many more dinners from all the money he raised away in a manger no crib for a bed the little lord buddha laid down his sweet head he would wake up and say, i control the 3 kings of orient are i bare gifts as i travel afar i am dreaming of a white christmas, well stop cause in Australia it’s too **** hot for it’s the summer weather, the bbqs are lit together as we are a walking around singing a song living in a summer wonderland on the beach we can build a sandcastle and bury poor old patrick in the sand and then he will jump and SHUT UP, why don’t you give your family a ****** woman a ****** hand then we jump in the saddle nice and quick all in there with good saint nick Feliz Navidad i want to wish a merry Christmas i wish you a merry christmas form the bottom of my heart, i lost when my friends treat me like a criminal six white boomers six white boomers racing good old Patrick through the blazing sun then Patrick sent to santa what about the toys aren’t you giving these to all the boys and girls or are you saying that boys are better than girls like a cool kid that you are a pair of hoppalong boots and pistol that shoots,is a gift for Patrick and Wayne dolls that will talk and go for a walk a grift from Joanne and Paula now dudes as i am prepared to party on dude till the break of dawn

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** I wrote this long ago for a friend with cancer - a small malignancy the size of a pearl in her lung. The hateful thing metastasised to her pancreas after two years in the shadows - she lost her battle last week. She was 73. She was firm friends with my mother my entire life, and her own children Isobel and Craig are like my own flesh and blood. I was unable to attend the funeral due to ill health, but she requested this poem be read out at her funeral - I'm sharing it here as a tribute to her, and I've changed names to preserve her privacy and dignity. ** This kingdom's hewn of time and words And glances flashing over Shadows, shapes and silhouettes And pearls of smoke and ochre. Rude invaders! Generals! Who dares encroach our borders? "Naught but pearls my princess, so We strike! At dawn! No quarter!". Set shoulders low and feet aplant And curl your fingers slowly. Your enemy is swift and lean, Ten thousand times below you. No mercy from a princess who Instilled in fresh disciples Wisdom, courage, whimsy, love and When it's called for... rifles. Gather muskets! Catapults! Oh marshalls! Summon nurses! The game's afoot and outcomes? Well, who dwells on whom we versus? For masses swell behind you and your Gleaming armour guides us. Swords aflame! We saw! We came! Wakes of pearls behind us! Ten years hence, one hundred, more Louises, Davids, Andrews, Will sing with you your victory, Sandy Alexandrou.

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Oct 18, 2016

Oct 18, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC

andrew-lees

Poem for a friend with cancer

** I wrote this long ago for a friend with cancer - a small malignancy the size of a pearl in her lung. The hateful thing metastasised to her pancreas after two years in the shadows - she lost her battle last week. She was 73. She was firm friends with my mother my entire life, and her own children Isobel and Craig are like my own flesh and blood. I was unable to attend the funeral due to ill health, but she requested this poem be read out at her funeral - I'm sharing it here as a tribute to her, and I've changed names to preserve her privacy and dignity. ** This kingdom's hewn of time and words And glances flashing over Shadows, shapes and silhouettes And pearls of smoke and ochre. Rude invaders! Generals! Who dares encroach our borders? "Naught but pearls my princess, so We strike! At dawn! No quarter!". Set shoulders low and feet aplant And curl your fingers slowly. Your enemy is swift and lean, Ten thousand times below you. No mercy from a princess who Instilled in fresh disciples Wisdom, courage, whimsy, love and When it's called for... rifles. Gather muskets! Catapults! Oh marshalls! Summon nurses! The game's afoot and outcomes? Well, who dwells on whom we versus? For masses swell behind you and your Gleaming armour guides us. Swords aflame! We saw! We came! Wakes of pearls behind us! Ten years hence, one hundred, more Louises, Davids, Andrews, Will sing with you your victory, Sandy Alexandrou.

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Today the last of the tents Were dismantled, erased from the desert And all but the children have forgotten If they knew at all. Only the sound remains, The vibrato of the dust bowl’s choir, The closeness of the vibrations And how they clawed their way in Beneath the arteries. I, laughing, Was floating far above your figure, Though grounded in the eyes of strangers Who could reflect only elation. You anchored my hand with a finger. Here see the Man fashioned with twigs And the Davids of our Michaelangelos, While love love Love grew in an orchard all around me Until it met the sky And I couldn’t sensibly distinguish the two. This was were the sound began, Our throats chapping, we saw only a torch Traveling in the absence of an architect: Our eyes had broken. An explosion of Anticipation shook you from your language; The flames ventured toward our Man. I remember the color of music, And how forever The very dismantling of reticence Burned for us.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC

djb47

Burning Man

Today the last of the tents Were dismantled, erased from the desert And all but the children have forgotten If they knew at all. Only the sound remains, The vibrato of the dust bowl’s choir, The closeness of the vibrations And how they clawed their way in Beneath the arteries. I, laughing, Was floating far above your figure, Though grounded in the eyes of strangers Who could reflect only elation. You anchored my hand with a finger. Here see the Man fashioned with twigs And the Davids of our Michaelangelos, While love love Love grew in an orchard all around me Until it met the sky And I couldn’t sensibly distinguish the two. This was were the sound began, Our throats chapping, we saw only a torch Traveling in the absence of an architect: Our eyes had broken. An explosion of Anticipation shook you from your language; The flames ventured toward our Man. I remember the color of music, And how forever The very dismantling of reticence Burned for us.

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"I heard there was a secret cord" This cord I found This cord is Christ The note that's played by The instrument of God "But you don't really care for music do you?"

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Nov 29, 2016

Nov 29, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC

austin-d-woodruff

Davids Cord

"I heard there was a secret cord" This cord I found This cord is Christ The note that's played by The instrument of God "But you don't really care for music do you?"

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Eu, please take us back, We'll beg plead and kneel, Brexit were talking crap, and now we know how Davids pig feels,

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Jun 25, 2016

Jun 25, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC

CharlieHinkley

Eu, Welcome to the Blunder Dome.

Eu, please take us back, We'll beg plead and kneel, Brexit were talking crap, and now we know how Davids pig feels,

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Each time she looked at paintings they came alive yet the worst were always seascapes whose rage spilled over the corners of their frames It would be more romantic to say paintings cried and battle scenes raged with war and bedlam or dead kings must be rolling in their graves knowing their immortalized wives gave flowers to twenty first century Davids She needn’t touch when a gaze is as golden but tell that to the staff of the Louvre Prado or Rijksmuseum who put her face on wanted signs The Mona Lisa was the final straw who witnessed with ancient eyes the world’s sole painting whisperer stain marble floors not with tears but blood But why not Who wishes to know that all they really know is that much of what they know is wrong?

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC

margaryta

Crimes Against the Mind

Each time she looked at paintings they came alive yet the worst were always seascapes whose rage spilled over the corners of their frames It would be more romantic to say paintings cried and battle scenes raged with war and bedlam or dead kings must be rolling in their graves knowing their immortalized wives gave flowers to twenty first century Davids She needn’t touch when a gaze is as golden but tell that to the staff of the Louvre Prado or Rijksmuseum who put her face on wanted signs The Mona Lisa was the final straw who witnessed with ancient eyes the world’s sole painting whisperer stain marble floors not with tears but blood But why not Who wishes to know that all they really know is that much of what they know is wrong?

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david slayed goliath won himself a'phone goliath he'was'gone now'he was'all alone he went on to facebook on the internet there a'lot of friends david he had met then he'went on twitter tweeting everywhere david met more friends that were'waiting there then his time run out alone again once more a lonely man again like he'was'before then he lost his temper threw it down the drain just like big goliath the phone was truly slain

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC

william-worthless-1

davids phone

david slayed goliath won himself a'phone goliath he'was'gone now'he was'all alone he went on to facebook on the internet there a'lot of friends david he had met then he'went on twitter tweeting everywhere david met more friends that were'waiting there then his time run out alone again once more a lonely man again like he'was'before then he lost his temper threw it down the drain just like big goliath the phone was truly slain

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I chased them away all the would-be lovers of mine Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and David's I'm left alone to read by myself but I can't focus on the words re-reading sentences I tear apart mirrors and sit on bathtub floors I wind up with a few more bruises on my legs to count bruises shaped like hearts Weeks go by, It all rolls off the bruises heal up Then I let another amputate my heart and the cycle repeats itself Running in the dark I curse all their words and hope I don't meet some innocent with the same name's Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and Davids I've chocked myself up And dined alone sitting in my black room Making a semblance of peace within stormy moods of gloom I'm not floating but I still have hope

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Dec 13, 2016

Dec 13, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC

bowsnarrows

Flutter

I chased them away all the would-be lovers of mine Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and David's I'm left alone to read by myself but I can't focus on the words re-reading sentences I tear apart mirrors and sit on bathtub floors I wind up with a few more bruises on my legs to count bruises shaped like hearts Weeks go by, It all rolls off the bruises heal up Then I let another amputate my heart and the cycle repeats itself Running in the dark I curse all their words and hope I don't meet some innocent with the same name's Jack's, Luke's, Dean's and Davids I've chocked myself up And dined alone sitting in my black room Making a semblance of peace within stormy moods of gloom I'm not floating but I still have hope

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forgotten tongue-play betwixt apostate minds that squander reality for relatively small fines licking taste buds a gentle tug of war between pixels and reality for a small stipend more ******* fingers, soggy with saliva and dust to make the stuff of Davids and Godivas spit co-mingled, tasted and swallowed spit co-mingling with my brain spit co-mingling on an airplane this spit will drive you insane that's why I'm ******* my fingers I put my tongue in your mouth I taste the Jolly Rancher cherry it's been a favorite, no doubt it's sour kick mingles with your spit spit it out, spit it out spit it out? your saliva drips a colorful hue i only wish to taste of it too...

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May 30, 2019

May 30, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC

james-arthur-casey

last kiss

forgotten tongue-play betwixt apostate minds that squander reality for relatively small fines licking taste buds a gentle tug of war between pixels and reality for a small stipend more ******* fingers, soggy with saliva and dust to make the stuff of Davids and Godivas spit co-mingled, tasted and swallowed spit co-mingling with my brain spit co-mingling on an airplane this spit will drive you insane that's why I'm ******* my fingers I put my tongue in your mouth I taste the Jolly Rancher cherry it's been a favorite, no doubt it's sour kick mingles with your spit spit it out, spit it out spit it out? your saliva drips a colorful hue i only wish to taste of it too...

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On David's day our Beloved daffodils will sway And the little will play all day In field and vale the banners Fly with pride and we will Stand tall and proud On Saint David's day our Beloved day ans with Songs of old the nation's Love implied we celebrate our Favourite day as laughter Fills the air around Wales With courage drawn from faith We find our will and Together wrapped in the Warmth we stand as one Welsh and proud so let's us Stsnd united hand in hand and we'll Celebrate the heart of Saint David's Day So God bless all us Welsh on Saint David's Day.

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Feb 28, 2025

Feb 28, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC

david-p-carroll

Saint Davids Day

On David's day our Beloved daffodils will sway And the little will play all day In field and vale the banners Fly with pride and we will Stand tall and proud On Saint David's day our Beloved day ans with Songs of old the nation's Love implied we celebrate our Favourite day as laughter Fills the air around Wales With courage drawn from faith We find our will and Together wrapped in the Warmth we stand as one Welsh and proud so let's us Stsnd united hand in hand and we'll Celebrate the heart of Saint David's Day So God bless all us Welsh on Saint David's Day.

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