Poetry competition CLOSED 15th April 2013 11:05pm
WINNER
EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
Salvation
Anonymous
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2784512905_ba24704097.jpg
THE SALVATION OF THE TREES
The redwood trees are being cut down
Attempts to save them have been found
In the forest in Oregon
A little redwood could be found
The little tree wanted to be grand
Was so little he could barely stand
The western winds blew so hard
Shook him so violently he thought he would fall
Mother Earth whispered in his ear
I am on your side my dear
Soon the humans will be washed away
By a tsunami coming this way
There will be water
There will be floods
You will think you will not make it
Time to stand your ground
Do not let the forces overcome
Your determination to live and flourish
You were here before humans came
As you grow it would be a shame
To give up so easily
To the voracious wood cutters of this earth
For do you know
The rapture will come
To get the good, the decent, the virtuous
All the humans who came to save you
Who are only here temporarily
We are all on this earth for a while
Bend with the wind while soaking up the rain
Feel the snow warm you and see the sunshine
Focus on being the best tree of your kind
One day you too will touch the sky.
THE SALVATION OF THE TREES
The redwood trees are being cut down
Attempts to save them have been found
In the forest in Oregon
A little redwood could be found
The little tree wanted to be grand
Was so little he could barely stand
The western winds blew so hard
Shook him so violently he thought he would fall
Mother Earth whispered in his ear
I am on your side my dear
Soon the humans will be washed away
By a tsunami coming this way
There will be water
There will be floods
You will think you will not make it
Time to stand your ground
Do not let the forces overcome
Your determination to live and flourish
You were here before humans came
As you grow it would be a shame
To give up so easily
To the voracious wood cutters of this earth
For do you know
The rapture will come
To get the good, the decent, the virtuous
All the humans who came to save you
Who are only here temporarily
We are all on this earth for a while
Bend with the wind while soaking up the rain
Feel the snow warm you and see the sunshine
Focus on being the best tree of your kind
One day you too will touch the sky.
Retreat
http://media1.razorplanet.com/share/510589-3362/siteImages/menpraying_2.jpg
[font=Times New Roman](Photo source: God's Ark)[/font]
Salvation comes knocking at my door
Hastily grabs it as I slip on the floor
A three-day retreat it was
For all my sins to wash
No holds barred telling
Of secrets kept for so long
Total strangers we are
We surrender by far
Killing spree by a fifteen-year old kid
Got the most attention as we all did
For he has borrowed fifteen lives
Just trying to survive
Misty-eyed and emotions overflowing
Tears drop, can't prevent from falling
As if tears can wash away our sins
Feeling goosebumps on our skins
http://media1.razorplanet.com/share/510589-3362/siteImages/menpraying_2.jpg
[font=Times New Roman](Photo source: God's Ark)[/font]
Salvation comes knocking at my door
Hastily grabs it as I slip on the floor
A three-day retreat it was
For all my sins to wash
No holds barred telling
Of secrets kept for so long
Total strangers we are
We surrender by far
Killing spree by a fifteen-year old kid
Got the most attention as we all did
For he has borrowed fifteen lives
Just trying to survive
Misty-eyed and emotions overflowing
Tears drop, can't prevent from falling
As if tears can wash away our sins
Feeling goosebumps on our skins
life and death are misunderstood you see
life is your captor and death merely wants to set you free...
death wont lie to you, he will give you the answer straight
while life, she'll just play with you... and make you hate.
death is my salvation
life is your captor and death merely wants to set you free...
death wont lie to you, he will give you the answer straight
while life, she'll just play with you... and make you hate.
death is my salvation
Another army citadel this eagle sits upon to glare
At Marshalls correcting the jubilee
Is an Apostasy celebrating proposals?
Absence of security reach an epic.
The academics are all hiding away from the masque.
And one man left to tell his wife a story the
Fortress told so well. Modest. Humble he sowed the path.
She had to walk there, happiness potamic whispering nights.
You could tell it was their turn to celebrate the success of Marxism,
The survivors the grandeur, the only thing left is to forego
A dwell that’s going to be home forever even if so for a little libation.
If thay ever find a home, to jubilate what had begun as an oration.
At Marshalls correcting the jubilee
Is an Apostasy celebrating proposals?
Absence of security reach an epic.
The academics are all hiding away from the masque.
And one man left to tell his wife a story the
Fortress told so well. Modest. Humble he sowed the path.
She had to walk there, happiness potamic whispering nights.
You could tell it was their turn to celebrate the success of Marxism,
The survivors the grandeur, the only thing left is to forego
A dwell that’s going to be home forever even if so for a little libation.
If thay ever find a home, to jubilate what had begun as an oration.
Anonymous
"Not a Vacation"
http://images.askmen.com/fine_living/keywords/vacation_965867.jpg
And,
who cries for
us tortured ones,
temporal-relief
spewed from
thick-ancient-texts,
lies rained
upon the sick.
Swallowing
sweet-covered
bitter-pills
for mindless comfort,
expanding horizons,
one-foot-in-front-of-another-foot.
Walking timeless
circadian
paths of pain,
we fight
the
diminished light
licking
the pavement dry,
hoping for rewards
only we can give.
Breathing deeply,
a common thread
separating
the living
from
the dead.
I awaken to
a hypnotic-tune
nobody hears,
save me.
Not a vacation,
but
so surreal,
so real,
my salvation,
an unearthly
cosmic-vibration.
http://images.askmen.com/fine_living/keywords/vacation_965867.jpg
And,
who cries for
us tortured ones,
temporal-relief
spewed from
thick-ancient-texts,
lies rained
upon the sick.
Swallowing
sweet-covered
bitter-pills
for mindless comfort,
expanding horizons,
one-foot-in-front-of-another-foot.
Walking timeless
circadian
paths of pain,
we fight
the
diminished light
licking
the pavement dry,
hoping for rewards
only we can give.
Breathing deeply,
a common thread
separating
the living
from
the dead.
I awaken to
a hypnotic-tune
nobody hears,
save me.
Not a vacation,
but
so surreal,
so real,
my salvation,
an unearthly
cosmic-vibration.
I went out of my mind, out of body and time
I met a man with no eyes
sitting in rags on the highest
Sand dune in a land who nobody dared name
For it was so cold so desolate no life could maintain
But here was this man.
I walked up to him silent
Hoping his thirst had not driven him to violence
But as I crept up to him I was caught off guard
For what he did next, only made him a god
He lay his hand beside him on the ground
In invitation, surprising and simple yet so profound
We sat there, for what seemed like eternity
Questioning, my thoughts racing,
Until he raised his finger purposefully
Then it hit me like when I first learned of the birds and the bees
Thinking ceased, I felt the sand on my skin, heard a faint breeze,
The dry in the air and aware of my own startled ness
All of the sudden I knew I wanted to be part of this
He turned to me with deep hollow sockets
Blacker than death yet deep and full of life
They pierced my soul and I blew like a rocket
My body took off and yet somehow I remained
He felt my pain and confusion but only nodded his head
I wanted to cry for i thought I was dead
But my tears flowed from the heavens in the form of rain
This man told me I was one with everything yet he never even spoke
I was deeper than ever. Then I awoke
I met a man with no eyes
sitting in rags on the highest
Sand dune in a land who nobody dared name
For it was so cold so desolate no life could maintain
But here was this man.
I walked up to him silent
Hoping his thirst had not driven him to violence
But as I crept up to him I was caught off guard
For what he did next, only made him a god
He lay his hand beside him on the ground
In invitation, surprising and simple yet so profound
We sat there, for what seemed like eternity
Questioning, my thoughts racing,
Until he raised his finger purposefully
Then it hit me like when I first learned of the birds and the bees
Thinking ceased, I felt the sand on my skin, heard a faint breeze,
The dry in the air and aware of my own startled ness
All of the sudden I knew I wanted to be part of this
He turned to me with deep hollow sockets
Blacker than death yet deep and full of life
They pierced my soul and I blew like a rocket
My body took off and yet somehow I remained
He felt my pain and confusion but only nodded his head
I wanted to cry for i thought I was dead
But my tears flowed from the heavens in the form of rain
This man told me I was one with everything yet he never even spoke
I was deeper than ever. Then I awoke
Journey of Faith
I've been soul-searching
Got lost, can't find my way back
Shadow of DEATH lurks
Trying to steal my SOUL
I thirst for KNOWLEDGE
I hunger for the TRUTH
My WISDOM was shrouded
With clouds of DOUBT
Gather around people of FAITH
Let's embark on a new ARK
Sail into the UNKNOWN
And take a giant LEAP
Into the RIVER of DARKNESS
Until we reach the HEAVENLY GATES
It doesn't matter how we get there
As long as we arrive together as ONE
Leaving the RAINBOW behind us
The SEA of TRANQUILITY awaits
For those who walk
In the VALLEY OF PEACE
With just a ripple of HOPE
We can cross that river
Through the bridge of SALVATION
Weary as we carry our BURDENS
Everlasting PEACE is our reward
For taking the same journey
Leaving nobody behind
Anonymous
About a Butterfly II
Thinking as feet hit the pavement, eyes can’t tell if the sky is clear or cloudy
Air floats around, and trees whisper to one another secrets centuries old
A new born flutters, on to my hands that been corrupted by hatred and blood
Wings painted by the sun and nurtured by nature, the butterfly sits with a comfort and ease
Not seeing a monster, but something beautiful as if its own reflection was using its wings as a blanket
The butterfly’s eyes looked up, and the wind started speaking
The tree whispering…
‘If it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful no matter what
Look to the sky,
Whether there’s a storm brewing like the ocean filled with coffee
Or the sun’s warm closing earth off from the freezing abyss of space
It’s beautiful.
Worry not if the sky is clear or cloudy,
But only if your eyes lose sight of the sky.’
Thinking as feet hit the pavement, eyes can’t tell if the sky is clear or cloudy
Air floats around, and trees whisper to one another secrets centuries old
A new born flutters, on to my hands that been corrupted by hatred and blood
Wings painted by the sun and nurtured by nature, the butterfly sits with a comfort and ease
Not seeing a monster, but something beautiful as if its own reflection was using its wings as a blanket
The butterfly’s eyes looked up, and the wind started speaking
The tree whispering…
‘If it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful no matter what
Look to the sky,
Whether there’s a storm brewing like the ocean filled with coffee
Or the sun’s warm closing earth off from the freezing abyss of space
It’s beautiful.
Worry not if the sky is clear or cloudy,
But only if your eyes lose sight of the sky.’
- Ishtar’s Chosen -
Once I rejected thee, not accepting that I am thy Chosen One!
The darkness tried to claim me, and I fought it with such vigor,
And through thee I triumphed, but only through thee so won…
Was the spiritual battle I waged, when unto thee I did thus stir!
I beheld all the vast universes that span the vast gap of eternity,
And all of this that is, hath the gods so lain at thy naked feet.
Ishtar, great and terrible Goddess of the fair sparkling stars,
All the heavenly bodies do bow before thee, all in submission.
Weaver, thou art, of the silk threads of every divine destiny,
Higher than the heavens above is thy great and golden seat!
Mighty is thy gilded voice, the breaker of Death’s iron bars,
Even the god angels must kneel and beg for thy permission.
How thou art loved, oh Goddess, and how thou art also feared,
Pain and pleasure in equal portion are thy weapons and rewards…
By these, how many wanton hearts and souls are daily seared,
By lovely fires hotter and sharper than wicked flaming swords.
Divine Devastatrix thou art, of both human and celestial lands,
The keys of life and death are ever shining, ever light and dark,
Ever shining, ever so brightly, eternally safe within thy keeping…
Giving their incomprehensible powers into thy immortal hands.
Power to render the world unto Hell itself, even barren and stark,
Or by heavenly grace, to end all pain and all sorrowful weeping…
To grow gardens of pure Paradise, from out of hot desert sands!
Thou are lent bejeweled and silvery wings, powered by the Light,
Crafted by the high spirits of wind, of storm, of fire and of frost.
Thou are beloved of all who do walk in the sun, and in the night,
Whether they be blessed or damned, saved or forest in dark lost.
Thou dost fly about, unseen, amongst the cities and the nations…
Blessing the worthy, whilst reducing others to ruin and to blight.
Those gifted by thee, do rise far above their appointed stations,
Rewarded are thy truly righteous ones, far beyond their sight.
Thou art at the service of thy noblest desires and whims alone,
To no other force wilt thou deign to display any humbled will…
Thy spirit is stronger than any world of rock and of solid stone,
Even blood itself must obey thee, even when it doth swift spill!
Oh Lady, called fair, at the sound of thee, of thy blessed voice,
The Earth herself must, in deep obedience to thee, bow down…
She cannot compare to thy grander beauty; where is her choice!
She places yet another perfect stone into thy light coppery crown,
Whilst all the ancient elemental spirits gather around, to rejoice!
When mortals come before thee, let them each bow their head…
Let them come before thee in respectful fear, and in trembling,
For thou art: Ishtar, Inanna, Queen of the Living and the Dead.
Let them get hence, to thy shrines, to every truly sacred place…
Thy statues and idols let them begin, so reverently, assembling,
All to the greater glory of thy sovereign and truly divine grace!
There is truly no goddess who could ever rule in thy holy stead,
None more ideal in nature form, or in radiant and ageless face…
All do receive, from thee, their just and well-deserved portion,
For thou art wise and good, as well as being relentless and cruel!
Thou art terrible as the Leviathan that rises from the First Ocean,
Thou art shining and fair, beyond the glitter of a precious jewel!
The humble ones who devote their lives to thee, even above all,
They weep for thee, tears of joyful worship in thy holy name…
They offer up songs of lamentation, for all who hear not thy call,
They set their hearts to salvation, longing for thy Sacred Flame.
They seek its’ embrace along thy great and blessedly sacred path,
Unto the house of thy glory, unto thy kingdom of eternal bliss!
The wise do seek thy blessings, whilst fools yet incur they wrath,
Whilst, above all, thy Chosen do receive thy pure healing kiss…
It doth cure all, until at last one doth become divine and remade.
As if all praises were not for thee so enough, there is finally this,
Those Chosen that boldly call upon thee need never be afraid.
I came to accept thee, and to accept us as one, for such we are…
Thou most glorious aspect of my higher self, nobly ascendant!
Now I sing thy praises, and I hold very sacred the name Ishtar.
My songs are joyful, for I no longer need to sing a sad lament!
Once I rejected thee, not accepting that I am thy Chosen One!
The darkness tried to claim me, and I fought it with such vigor,
And through thee I triumphed, but only through thee so won…
Was the spiritual battle I waged, when unto thee I did thus stir!
I beheld all the vast universes that span the vast gap of eternity,
And all of this that is, hath the gods so lain at thy naked feet.
Ishtar, great and terrible Goddess of the fair sparkling stars,
All the heavenly bodies do bow before thee, all in submission.
Weaver, thou art, of the silk threads of every divine destiny,
Higher than the heavens above is thy great and golden seat!
Mighty is thy gilded voice, the breaker of Death’s iron bars,
Even the god angels must kneel and beg for thy permission.
How thou art loved, oh Goddess, and how thou art also feared,
Pain and pleasure in equal portion are thy weapons and rewards…
By these, how many wanton hearts and souls are daily seared,
By lovely fires hotter and sharper than wicked flaming swords.
Divine Devastatrix thou art, of both human and celestial lands,
The keys of life and death are ever shining, ever light and dark,
Ever shining, ever so brightly, eternally safe within thy keeping…
Giving their incomprehensible powers into thy immortal hands.
Power to render the world unto Hell itself, even barren and stark,
Or by heavenly grace, to end all pain and all sorrowful weeping…
To grow gardens of pure Paradise, from out of hot desert sands!
Thou are lent bejeweled and silvery wings, powered by the Light,
Crafted by the high spirits of wind, of storm, of fire and of frost.
Thou are beloved of all who do walk in the sun, and in the night,
Whether they be blessed or damned, saved or forest in dark lost.
Thou dost fly about, unseen, amongst the cities and the nations…
Blessing the worthy, whilst reducing others to ruin and to blight.
Those gifted by thee, do rise far above their appointed stations,
Rewarded are thy truly righteous ones, far beyond their sight.
Thou art at the service of thy noblest desires and whims alone,
To no other force wilt thou deign to display any humbled will…
Thy spirit is stronger than any world of rock and of solid stone,
Even blood itself must obey thee, even when it doth swift spill!
Oh Lady, called fair, at the sound of thee, of thy blessed voice,
The Earth herself must, in deep obedience to thee, bow down…
She cannot compare to thy grander beauty; where is her choice!
She places yet another perfect stone into thy light coppery crown,
Whilst all the ancient elemental spirits gather around, to rejoice!
When mortals come before thee, let them each bow their head…
Let them come before thee in respectful fear, and in trembling,
For thou art: Ishtar, Inanna, Queen of the Living and the Dead.
Let them get hence, to thy shrines, to every truly sacred place…
Thy statues and idols let them begin, so reverently, assembling,
All to the greater glory of thy sovereign and truly divine grace!
There is truly no goddess who could ever rule in thy holy stead,
None more ideal in nature form, or in radiant and ageless face…
All do receive, from thee, their just and well-deserved portion,
For thou art wise and good, as well as being relentless and cruel!
Thou art terrible as the Leviathan that rises from the First Ocean,
Thou art shining and fair, beyond the glitter of a precious jewel!
The humble ones who devote their lives to thee, even above all,
They weep for thee, tears of joyful worship in thy holy name…
They offer up songs of lamentation, for all who hear not thy call,
They set their hearts to salvation, longing for thy Sacred Flame.
They seek its’ embrace along thy great and blessedly sacred path,
Unto the house of thy glory, unto thy kingdom of eternal bliss!
The wise do seek thy blessings, whilst fools yet incur they wrath,
Whilst, above all, thy Chosen do receive thy pure healing kiss…
It doth cure all, until at last one doth become divine and remade.
As if all praises were not for thee so enough, there is finally this,
Those Chosen that boldly call upon thee need never be afraid.
I came to accept thee, and to accept us as one, for such we are…
Thou most glorious aspect of my higher self, nobly ascendant!
Now I sing thy praises, and I hold very sacred the name Ishtar.
My songs are joyful, for I no longer need to sing a sad lament!
décès
i tried,
they pushed me away,
said i was nothing,
only standing in their way.
soon i found a friend,
death was her name.
she kept me company,
and stopped the pain.
they realized,
they tried,
but it was too late,
by then death and i
became too close to bear.
(k.t)
i tried,
they pushed me away,
said i was nothing,
only standing in their way.
soon i found a friend,
death was her name.
she kept me company,
and stopped the pain.
they realized,
they tried,
but it was too late,
by then death and i
became too close to bear.
(k.t)
I looked into the mirror and saw nothing but the abyss of my drug blown pupils the blackhole of my addiction
My soul fell uncontrollably into it
I dove head first into the hidden shadows of my being
I had nothing to grasp but the darkness surrounding me
I do not believe it had a bottom
Two options left
To continue into this living death
Or reach up out of it
I am reaching
God take my hand
My soul fell uncontrollably into it
I dove head first into the hidden shadows of my being
I had nothing to grasp but the darkness surrounding me
I do not believe it had a bottom
Two options left
To continue into this living death
Or reach up out of it
I am reaching
God take my hand
Salvation
Phah! Me thinks not
You cad and bounder
Leave me floundering within the vile raw fish soup
Me thinks you left I unattended beside the pecking coup
I detest thine hollowest of (spines)
Where you claimed we both could rest
Yet my dearest fellow your missing yours
Spineless freak
Ill maybe lend thee mine instead
And if perchance one whimsical day
You decide to stroll back by
Beware my fair weathered invertibrate
I may garrot thine
Meagrely verdi eyes
So off you trot
Belovedlonglost soul mate
Phah! salvation
Who fell
Grand National sixth high hurdle
Spineless swine
Mine stomach now doth curdle
I hate your guts
As they are a rare and shallow space
Yet I miss your smile and green green eyes
The dearest of devinest face. Xx
Phah! Me thinks not
You cad and bounder
Leave me floundering within the vile raw fish soup
Me thinks you left I unattended beside the pecking coup
I detest thine hollowest of (spines)
Where you claimed we both could rest
Yet my dearest fellow your missing yours
Spineless freak
Ill maybe lend thee mine instead
And if perchance one whimsical day
You decide to stroll back by
Beware my fair weathered invertibrate
I may garrot thine
Meagrely verdi eyes
So off you trot
Belovedlonglost soul mate
Phah! salvation
Who fell
Grand National sixth high hurdle
Spineless swine
Mine stomach now doth curdle
I hate your guts
As they are a rare and shallow space
Yet I miss your smile and green green eyes
The dearest of devinest face. Xx
"Forever in your debt"
I've been standing
With empty hands
For so long
My eyes are so tired
And my thoughts are so wrong
I cut my wrists
To avert my mind from the pain
This blade was my only friend
When a cleaver mind is in turmoil
It's best to stay away
But you were there
Through my darkness
You stood by my side
And you dragged me to my feet
When I could not stand
My hands won't stop shaking,
so unsteady.
My breathing so faulty
I lost my breath
Maybe that's why
I couldn't scream
Beyond best friends
We are forever brothers
Face down on cement
I will always pick you up
If you need it
I'll never forget
Just like you didn't regret
Helping me
Thank you will never be enough
Hear me now
For i'm screaming again
I'm letting everyone know
Who was there
When they were not
I still tremble
Because I'm still scared
Unbreakable...
As best friends,
Nothing can stop us.
I've been standing
With empty hands
For so long
My eyes are so tired
And my thoughts are so wrong
I cut my wrists
To avert my mind from the pain
This blade was my only friend
When a cleaver mind is in turmoil
It's best to stay away
But you were there
Through my darkness
You stood by my side
And you dragged me to my feet
When I could not stand
My hands won't stop shaking,
so unsteady.
My breathing so faulty
I lost my breath
Maybe that's why
I couldn't scream
Beyond best friends
We are forever brothers
Face down on cement
I will always pick you up
If you need it
I'll never forget
Just like you didn't regret
Helping me
Thank you will never be enough
Hear me now
For i'm screaming again
I'm letting everyone know
Who was there
When they were not
I still tremble
Because I'm still scared
Unbreakable...
As best friends,
Nothing can stop us.
