A Certainty
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
A certainty; as air I breathe,
polluted, true. I can agree. Though,
still-in-all, a necessity.
Yes, this I know...
the path of souls
in which they go.
A commonality
of mammal and man,
in life a span,
sadly, short of hand,
like kite yanked loose
by forceful wind;
yet in the end
under mournful mounds
of variant soils
true treasures dispersed
ardent works and toils
for you in vain
since on this plain of dust or rain
no love, no thoughts
still minds retain.
For who has really shown to you
a solid form of past renewed?
Wouldn't war victims who
once loved so true
assuredly reassure
their loved ones too?
A spirit once spitefully spoke this lie:
you eat this fruit, you will not die.
To thus continue this deceit
elusive visuals fraudulently conceived
hapless hearts innocently
choose to believe.
Though peaceful, yes indeed they lay
in darkened tombs and hollowed graves
their memories
precious gems lovingly kept
as for a time
tragic tears many wept.
Absolute truths thankfully unveil
the covered pits
removes the scales
that blind and bind most humankind;
reveals waters of a source Divine.
From pure life-giving clear rivers
once dead ones will drink
beside happy earthly families
who chose to think
upon a glorious elevated name.
This One
fights injustice;
lies and hypocrisy
eternally
foretold:
Slain.
polluted, true. I can agree. Though,
still-in-all, a necessity.
Yes, this I know...
the path of souls
in which they go.
A commonality
of mammal and man,
in life a span,
sadly, short of hand,
like kite yanked loose
by forceful wind;
yet in the end
under mournful mounds
of variant soils
true treasures dispersed
ardent works and toils
for you in vain
since on this plain of dust or rain
no love, no thoughts
still minds retain.
For who has really shown to you
a solid form of past renewed?
Wouldn't war victims who
once loved so true
assuredly reassure
their loved ones too?
A spirit once spitefully spoke this lie:
you eat this fruit, you will not die.
To thus continue this deceit
elusive visuals fraudulently conceived
hapless hearts innocently
choose to believe.
Though peaceful, yes indeed they lay
in darkened tombs and hollowed graves
their memories
precious gems lovingly kept
as for a time
tragic tears many wept.
Absolute truths thankfully unveil
the covered pits
removes the scales
that blind and bind most humankind;
reveals waters of a source Divine.
From pure life-giving clear rivers
once dead ones will drink
beside happy earthly families
who chose to think
upon a glorious elevated name.
This One
fights injustice;
lies and hypocrisy
eternally
foretold:
Slain.
© Lucretia Mccloud, 22 minutes ago
Prompts
I have randomly selected 32 of my own poems.
I have tried to mix up styles, content and form as much as possible.
For this competition I need you to select a poem, read it, then write a poem of your own in response.
Details below.
REQUIREMENTS
Select a poem and message me with your selection.
Once I have responded the poem will be reserved for you and removed from the list.
Write a poem in response to mine. This can be a like-minded poem, a poem disagreeing with mine, supporting mine, lambasting mine ... whatever you want, as long as the poem is referenced in some way.
Please place my poem link in your AN.
The contest will only end when all spots have been filled.
Selected poems are included beneath the "JUDGING" section.
RULES
I want good writing, good grammar and good spelling, please.
NO pictures of any kind.
NO messy backgrounds or artsy fonts or sticky keys, please.
Your poem can be any length, any style except prose, and please keep it below 100 lines.
If Adult, please mark as such.
Selected poems are included beneath the "JUDGING" section.
(OPTIONAL) It would be interesting for me if you included an interpretation of my poem in your AN. This is not a requirement and no points will be added or subtracted if you do / don't do this. This is just to pique my curiosity. If you decide to do this remember there is no such thing as an "incorrect" interpretation.
My interpretation: I feel, in one instance, it is discussing death as being not final...don't sweat it, so-to-speak, and also it tells of the futility of war.
My poem based upon 2 Kings 22:20; Eccl. 9:5, 10; Rev. 21: 3, 4; Psalm 37:10, 11, 29 ; John 5:28, 29.
They are not dead
I tell you, they are not dead,
Hands holding back the curtain
To your dread, uncertainty,
Calamity rescinding
All, a pall, more fate than faith.
A wraith is all your hates are,
Scars mated with disaster,
Plaster cast of silver threads.
The bed you made not the same
As the one you lie on, son;
A song sung with no music,
A tunic without buttons,
Mutton dressed as lamb, they came.
Lame, each horse you rode in on,
Cotillion for too many,
Red and gray the coffin flags
That drag upon the stone mounds.
Sounds, your silence forsaken,
Taken to another place
Where sense and space insensate.
I have randomly selected 32 of my own poems.
I have tried to mix up styles, content and form as much as possible.
For this competition I need you to select a poem, read it, then write a poem of your own in response.
Details below.
REQUIREMENTS
Select a poem and message me with your selection.
Once I have responded the poem will be reserved for you and removed from the list.
Write a poem in response to mine. This can be a like-minded poem, a poem disagreeing with mine, supporting mine, lambasting mine ... whatever you want, as long as the poem is referenced in some way.
Please place my poem link in your AN.
The contest will only end when all spots have been filled.
Selected poems are included beneath the "JUDGING" section.
RULES
I want good writing, good grammar and good spelling, please.
NO pictures of any kind.
NO messy backgrounds or artsy fonts or sticky keys, please.
Your poem can be any length, any style except prose, and please keep it below 100 lines.
If Adult, please mark as such.
Selected poems are included beneath the "JUDGING" section.
(OPTIONAL) It would be interesting for me if you included an interpretation of my poem in your AN. This is not a requirement and no points will be added or subtracted if you do / don't do this. This is just to pique my curiosity. If you decide to do this remember there is no such thing as an "incorrect" interpretation.
My interpretation: I feel, in one instance, it is discussing death as being not final...don't sweat it, so-to-speak, and also it tells of the futility of war.
My poem based upon 2 Kings 22:20; Eccl. 9:5, 10; Rev. 21: 3, 4; Psalm 37:10, 11, 29 ; John 5:28, 29.
They are not dead
I tell you, they are not dead,
Hands holding back the curtain
To your dread, uncertainty,
Calamity rescinding
All, a pall, more fate than faith.
A wraith is all your hates are,
Scars mated with disaster,
Plaster cast of silver threads.
The bed you made not the same
As the one you lie on, son;
A song sung with no music,
A tunic without buttons,
Mutton dressed as lamb, they came.
Lame, each horse you rode in on,
Cotillion for too many,
Red and gray the coffin flags
That drag upon the stone mounds.
Sounds, your silence forsaken,
Taken to another place
Where sense and space insensate.
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