Days To Come!
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
Heard the roar
of rushing waters
rising centuries
to distant clouds.
Heard the screams;
the mothers retching
doubled over in piercing bows.
Ripped apart the hearts of many.
Grief in tragic overload.
Since: Toted carts of parts
of any
in caverns dark
their bodies blown,
after blood bought
then sold cheaply.
No one able
to them discern.
Or, the march over distorted bodies
mounting high on hills to burn.
Lacking urns to comfort gently
and send forth to all concerned.
This history recently increasing
veils mankind
no longer proud
of multitudes of peoples ending
enclosed in hateful
dreaded shrouds.
As they wailed or wept in sadness
from the Heavens
heard the groans.
Father and Son both bathed in goodness
in sympathy
they too sadly yearned
for the day
to end this madness.
For muddy waters to cease their churn.
Kept in memory, heart and mind
each and every precious person
to reestablish to humankind.
Each and every to be resurrected
in their turn and in His time.
Talents special He remembers.
Songs they sung from memory.
The day of birth their family members
gathered around in heartfelt glee.
Anniversaries,
graduations
divorces and tragedies.
These make up the composition
of ones confined at different levels;
decomposed in various degrees.
Yet, Almighty knows their makeup;
DNA specifically.
So imagine with eyes of reason
exhibiting strong solid Faith
this loyal love and integrity
of One Powerful
and so delighted
to finally as He foretold
see
righteous and unrighteous souls reunited:
His cherished recreated progeny.
Picture parades in circles, cycles
daily, weekly, under rotating suns.
Just the sounds of mirth and laughter
when a loved one does return
enthusiastically and totally welcome.
Minds accepting dear 'Truths' they'll learn.
These preparations all made in wisdom
for these ones
soon earth to come.
He Will Call
and They
Will Answer.
Oh! What Happiness
for Everyone!
of rushing waters
rising centuries
to distant clouds.
Heard the screams;
the mothers retching
doubled over in piercing bows.
Ripped apart the hearts of many.
Grief in tragic overload.
Since: Toted carts of parts
of any
in caverns dark
their bodies blown,
after blood bought
then sold cheaply.
No one able
to them discern.
Or, the march over distorted bodies
mounting high on hills to burn.
Lacking urns to comfort gently
and send forth to all concerned.
This history recently increasing
veils mankind
no longer proud
of multitudes of peoples ending
enclosed in hateful
dreaded shrouds.
As they wailed or wept in sadness
from the Heavens
heard the groans.
Father and Son both bathed in goodness
in sympathy
they too sadly yearned
for the day
to end this madness.
For muddy waters to cease their churn.
Kept in memory, heart and mind
each and every precious person
to reestablish to humankind.
Each and every to be resurrected
in their turn and in His time.
Talents special He remembers.
Songs they sung from memory.
The day of birth their family members
gathered around in heartfelt glee.
Anniversaries,
graduations
divorces and tragedies.
These make up the composition
of ones confined at different levels;
decomposed in various degrees.
Yet, Almighty knows their makeup;
DNA specifically.
So imagine with eyes of reason
exhibiting strong solid Faith
this loyal love and integrity
of One Powerful
and so delighted
to finally as He foretold
see
righteous and unrighteous souls reunited:
His cherished recreated progeny.
Picture parades in circles, cycles
daily, weekly, under rotating suns.
Just the sounds of mirth and laughter
when a loved one does return
enthusiastically and totally welcome.
Minds accepting dear 'Truths' they'll learn.
These preparations all made in wisdom
for these ones
soon earth to come.
He Will Call
and They
Will Answer.
Oh! What Happiness
for Everyone!
288 words Hello fellow poets!!
This is my first contest and I am looking forward to reading some wonderful writes. All you have to do is use the images provided as a prompt and let your imagination run wild
http://www.sunnyskyz.com/blog/1402/Powerful-Photo-Of-Last-Veteran-Of-His-WWII-Battle-Group-Marching-In-Parade-AlonePoem
Poem or short story
I generally prefer rhymes for poems (which should NOT be more than 24 lines long)
Here is a poem I wrote on the theme
http://allpoetry.com/poem/12620955-The-March-by-Aditi24
As for the short stories, I have no prefered style. However I expect them to be short, as the name suggests (I most definitely don't want a David Copperfield). 1500 is the word limit. Please mention the word count in your AN.
All AP rules apply.
No adult. No profanity.
What are you waiting for?! Sharpen your quills, delve deep and let your muse inspire you!! Good luck to all!!
Aditi.
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1101994005?q=resurrection&p=par 275312
This is my first contest and I am looking forward to reading some wonderful writes. All you have to do is use the images provided as a prompt and let your imagination run wild
http://www.sunnyskyz.com/blog/1402/Powerful-Photo-Of-Last-Veteran-Of-His-WWII-Battle-Group-Marching-In-Parade-AlonePoem
Poem or short story
I generally prefer rhymes for poems (which should NOT be more than 24 lines long)
Here is a poem I wrote on the theme
http://allpoetry.com/poem/12620955-The-March-by-Aditi24
As for the short stories, I have no prefered style. However I expect them to be short, as the name suggests (I most definitely don't want a David Copperfield). 1500 is the word limit. Please mention the word count in your AN.
All AP rules apply.
No adult. No profanity.
What are you waiting for?! Sharpen your quills, delve deep and let your muse inspire you!! Good luck to all!!
Aditi.
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1101994005?q=resurrection&p=par 275312
