"eatened" poems
Between the summer
Sky pouring rain and mosquitoes,
The pious still calling on God to provide dew.
Between the heat and flip flops,
Frogs and bugs in chorus,
Nights that arrive after bedtime.
Between the days that should never end,
And between the days that should never come,
But stay for six or seven months
With snow and cold under a grey ceiling.
Between the sweaters and flannel
Unable to resist cold's ice.
Manufactured heat cracking the skin.
Between the days of breakfast and dinner eatened in the dark.
I sit in a Sukkah on a quiet afternoon.
My fleece playful in the light breeze.
Thin clouds riding a blue sky.
A moment of living.
Autumn is the here and gone.
A moment between the warm sun and the mere light.
The room of the Sovereign's palace
In which I gladly wait.
Sorry for what is gone; in fear of what will soon arrive.
God's crown sits on a maple.
My prayer is only for today.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
Hey!
We have failed to open up mouth
Justice is eatened by like lion
That have mute our mouths
to speak peace.
See!
they have become rich
because of the poors hardworking
they are now top WHAT as millioniors
with port berries.
We have failed to express our needs
Just because we are now used to express our emotions.
But no peace to our mouth
Remember,
you're not a merely a lion
that can shut up our mouth to inner peace
we have our hearts.
Our mouth means free
to everything
but you have made us preys
to our own place of peace
Please free us,
You can't continue been righteous
Over our happiness
of our precious.
We are dying,dying,dying
inside our hearts .
Stop praying with our emotions
We labelled as humans.
Yourself,
You said, "No one is above the law. "
but you have failed to follow the rules,
You have even failed to show us
the true tree that barres good fruits
You can't claim to be a mango tree
but you're a produce of pawpaw
What kind of a tree are you?
as for I don't know.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC