"repudiated" poems
I read the book of Samuel
I read the story of the Israelites
Of how they rejected God
“We want a king!” they demanded
“We want to be like other nations”
Rejecting God’s kingship.
The same God who brought them up
Out of the ******* of Pharaoh
Out of slavery in Egypt
The same God who gave them victories
Over many nations and wars
The same God who had fed them
For forty years in the wilderness
Same God who had proved
Beyond reasonable doubt
That He is the King of kings
A Lord above all lords
They chose to downgrade!
I was swept away in a mind journey
As I thought of how it must have felt
To be rejected by your own children
Repudiated by your beloved
Disowned by the very people you love.
My heart bled!
The heartbreak was unimaginable
The pain was excruciating
As my mind pointed fingers of accusation
I couldn’t find befitting words
*“Foolish Israelites!”
“Unrepentant idiots!”
“Stubborn generation!”*
And as my mind went awry
Heaping insults on God’s people
Raining accusations on them
Judging an imperfect people as myself…
His still small voice whispered
***“You are all the same”
“You have done worse”***
Then it struck me
Like a lightening of a million volts
I am the Israelites
I am the very people of God
I am the same ones I condemn
I have betrayed God repeatedly
I have chosen sin above my maker
My iniquities know no bounds
I have trivialized His blood
I have made a mess of the cross.
*I am the “foolish Israelites!”
I am the “unrepentant idiots!”
I am the “stubborn generation!”*
My heart melted into tears
Shame covered me like a cloud
My head was bowed in ignominy.
Unable to speak or move
I lay there, weeping at my wickedness
No words were spoken
But I felt His arms embrace me
In acknowledgement of my repentance
I never deserved it
But He loved me nonetheless.
I pointed one finger at them
But three pointed back at me!
© Raphael Uzor
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Winter spring summer and
fallbackwards in time
I go
A pattern of leave(s)
Falling away
As if summer never touched them
And spring didn't water their roots.
Winter was just a phase
You knew that those rainy May days
Were my version of love.
It is never the right time for me
So I will always see fall
At the end of it all
I go through withdrawal
And still in the stall
As the archer-man calls
With an arrow and bow
Flaming, he throws.
Fire created
Spring desecrated
Summer repudiated
Winter reinstated
Fall and backwards, amalgamated.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux 1
That wicked liar offers us a poisoned cup
In whose sheeny surface we see ourselves
Reflected in his cold imaginings
And not our own, in what we ought to be
There is another Cup for us, not this one
Just as there is a stone that must be moved
A bird of night to be repudiated
A thorny bush that burns, but not itself
A blessing breaks that false and bitter cup -
We share the one that God has lifted up
1 In English, let not the dragon be my guide; it appears on the medal of Saint Benedict as NDSMD.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
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( • ) ( • )
:::
Night
The last of --- the strays
//
The vision of the ultimate
The child who remembers
The mother who knows why the father weeps
~~
The lies of seperation
Are repudiated
We face the unseen
We bare our bodies to the storm
/:/
Power and pure grace
Wed
She rides the subway until dawn
|~~|
Do not die until
You're dead
But when you do
Be glad you did
::
Night
Faces shining amid angels
Angels wander amid the stars
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
We've been betraying our children for generation after generation,
government turned state education into indoctrination,
media no longer speak the truth; experts in fabrication.
How the **** am I supposed to show allegiance to my nation?
Fascists masquerade as liberals to silence anyone
who disagrees with their agenda, will the day never come
when people wake up and realise this **** just can't go on?
There can no longer be Right and Left,
there's only right and wrong.
Immigration, regulation, European legislation;
fighting over **** while they indulge in self-congratulation,
laughing in our faces while we're running the rat race.
Working fifty hours a week to put food on our children's plates.
Do you really think they give a **** about democracy?
Do you think they care about the suffering of you and me?
Do you really think that anything is what it claims to be?
All you have to do is open up your eyes, it's plain to see.
It's an illusion.
It's all collusion.
Make no mistake.
Let there be no confusion.
There's only one solution.
This is my conclusion:
We need a revolution!
#
When the tide begins to turn
will you flee to higher ground?
When the sky begins to burn
will you lay your weapons down?
Incarcerated in our own land
yet we keep them on their thrones.
Emancipation only comes by our own hand
then together we'll atone.
#
Don't want to do this by the bullet, the blade or the bomb.
If we use violence then we're giving them what they want.
Any excuse for the use of firepower.
Send in the troops whilst they regroup up in their high towers.
They won't hesitate to slaughter us like animals,
and so it's evident that we need a new kind of war.
But if necessary we will still take it by force.
This is a New World Order we're fighting for.
Our greatest weapons are our minds and our eyes now.
We need to read between the lines, see through the lies now.
Draw the digital battle lines. We can rise now!
Are you with me? Had enough? Do you despise how
we're being asked to select our own dictators?
But if we refuse to elect you, you ******* **** takers,
and we can keep our resolve, with you repudiated,
you shall not be absolved. No adjudicators!
We're disillusioned
with this intrusion.
This is your fate.
This will be your occlusion.
Our world's reperfusion.
Inevitable conclusion.
Hail the Revolution!
#
When the tide begins to turn
will you flee to higher ground?
When the sky begins to burn
will you lay your weapons down?
Incarcerated in our own land.
Yet we keep them on their thrones.
Emancipation only comes by our own hand
then together we'll atone.
#
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Sergeant Schultz Saw Everything
This sad world needs another Sergeant Schultz
That merry miles ponderosus who
Carried his rifle like a walking stick
And celebrated strudel instead of glory
His innocent joy repudiated
The burning-soul *********** of war
In seeing nothing he saw everything
Through ordinary men living in hope
The liturgy of daily happiness -
This sad world needs another Sergeant Schultz
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
I crave her warmth,
However, her love was filled with thorns,
my eyes sparkled when I saw her as if she were golden,
only to find the blood in her veins was frozen,
so close to her, I could hear her rapid heartbeat,
I wish our love were more concrete,
I wish I could stay with you one more night,
And Make love to you as if it were destined for life,
Hours would go on and we end up panting,
Now those meticulous details have me stranding,
Now I look back and I consider it my zenith,
But people think of it as a blemish,
My affection was myriad,
And I desired a longer period,
Whatever we had was venerable,
Oh lord, I wish it were not ephemeral,
And now I have been yearning to feel your skin,
But you repudiated it by committing a sin.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
Slaughtered, ripped to shreds.
A reputation repudiated.
Torn apart?
A broken heart?
In full flight, ditched the *****
In the realms of speculation.
Plastered by the media, I fear.
Immobile in hunting,the weather changed.
The pieces perished submerge beneath those foreign seas.
And the media state the pilot rode the line of suicide, without the evidence.
Not found a body of truth, nor a box of tricks!
(C)Livvi
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
Incomplete
Unfinished
Unacceptable
Banished
Abrogated
Repudiated
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
The day he walked in that door
was the day he was destined to die.
He lay his foot inside the door
and the other one concurrently came out.
He transposed his clothes
but they ceased to cover his body.
The scarlet coat was left hanging
in the closet with his soul.
Indicted with crimes
that he must not have been penalized for.
And bashed by society
with their spiteful words like arrows.
Met his lover
but was parted by the injudicious laws.
Left skint and lacerated
with the epithet of an outcast.
Alien tears fill for him
and outcasts pay their homages.
No statue of air was this man
yet hard labor was all he was given to build it out of stone.
His teacher later delineated him as a blot on their tutorship.
For he was but a tutor.
De Profundis
spoke of his anguished journey.
Victorian times
disagreed with his originality and frolic.
He told
platonic love was all he was guilty of.
Yet,
he was charged with crimes.
Drowned in cries of shame;
and incarcerated to rip him off his passion.
Something was dead in him,
and what was dead was hope.
Hope died first
and then gradually died the passion.
In exile,
his love for writing too deceased.
The daemon inside him
ceased to inspire.
God sent the lord of death
The lord of death
didn’t move around pompously like him.
But came announced,
for it had been accepted.
The wallpaper moaned
upon his untimely death.
For it desired to die
instead of the then mincing man.
He left the earthly plains
for the good have fewer days.
The good die young
as did the revered outcast.
Herodotus the father of history
unerringly expressed the good ones’ misery.
He repudiated to deny his soul
and lived nonchalantly.
He desired all the fruits of the world
so he lived.
Exile ruined him
and rent his ardor.
His meetings with his lover
were interdicted by his family.
He was pardoned
but a century too late.
Along with the outcasts
that lived in throbbing pain.
The outcast deceased when young
but lived indefinitely.
Infinite existence is promised
for the ***** was silver-tongued.
He died young
and roams the immortal planes.
Just like Alan Turing,
Bhagat Singh, JFK, and countless more.
God wanted them
for they wanted to augment their heavens.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
Feeling
Extra
Beautiful
Ricardo
Ur
Appeal although you
Repudiated me request to become a item
Y ?
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
Thus began the story
Of a heart carved in memory
Waiting in a public garden,
A scar awfully etched,
A settlement of love bargain.
Adored and chanted honestly,
sculpted into depth faithfully,
Then repudiated,
Expected not to be waiting,
More likely to be wilting,
Shunning the mercy of heaven,
Depleting love creativity,
Debilitated by fake Solemnity,
Cohabiting with ancient silence,
A blackened dead evidence,
A word on a bough or a dull stone
No one knows when
That in love memory was born
With engraved letters
Everywhere, On its skin
Beyond its own ken,
And was left in fetters,
Enslaved
For negligence and history.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
“FOREVER”, he promised,
A small smile on his lips
Finite
Over
Restless
Exhausted
Virulent
Expired
Repudiated
Yes, my dear,
We are forever.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
Who in its anger repudiated the world
And embraced the dark.
Or would you prefer elaborate romantic letters of love?
Unwavering devotion,
A pedestal of adoration
Pledges spoken to him above
This tale is of one who by choice turned from the light,
Nevermore hear the chorus of sweet breezes,
Boldly cavorting through sage green branches in the night.
Nor see the unfurling of the young dew-covered grass.
As life slowly drained from the body,
Without protest or a struggle
To breathe its last.
Sadness encroached upon the soul
Oh so quietly and remained
The spirit seeking refuge
Ignoring the risks lept from reality
Into unknown plane
Closing their eyes, tightly
They prayed to forget what it was,
To bear the burden of desire,
Or embrace the malignant lies of love.
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
💔🔥❤️ (Broken hearts do mend)
To the lovely ladies I have dated
You remained in there, never deleted
Those who took my love for granted
Relax for that love was inflated
Don’t get frustrated
The queen of my heart has been located
Her arrival has been long awaited
To every man there is a woman
I now believe ,well stated
I just don’t understand these feelings I have cultivated
The love is thick, highly concentrated
From single life ,I’ve been liberated
Days and night been isolated
Those deceptive relationships fabricated
We’ve learnt our lessons,we’ve been educated
The heart is the most sophisticated ***** so complicated
Hard to find it keys but when found ,plays sounds appreciated
I’m the last Romeo, Romeo reincarnated
I show you true love, love authenticated
You can count on me , I’m precise ,well calculated
The word love, one highly contemplated
Let me explain
Love is that feeling activated
One you can’t control, it’s automated
Directed to who it’s designated
To powerful to contain, you can get dominated
When love is given to the wrong one
You become irritated
Heart broken , devastated
Love they say it’s poison
You can’t count the lives it has contaminated
But it is the pushing force that gets us motivated
Motivated to do the things we never anticipated
Those things may leave you celebrated or humiliated
Those moments we hold on to, not always like the happy endings we see in movies
That **** that gets us fascinated
Love I think is highly overrated
But it is sure needed
It can’t be eliminated
It’s divinely orchestrated
Look at Jesus die on the cross
An example well illustrated
Love hurts though
Sometimes at the end you are being repudiated
Instead of being venerated
This alone can make you feel annihilated
But love still don’t leave me intimidated
I did love ,I love ,I am loving and would always do
Yes love well communicated
©️JDP
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC