Dear Mortals

Dear Mortals

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

An ever lengthening smoky train
traveling iron rails
transmitting high voltage
of celebrities who've curried fame

then jetting rockets sparked their name
as fleeting stars once overhung
and rising ones still overhang.

Black holes created from departed souls:
David, Vanity, Prince, Chyna
and vast many more

present to past

who knocked firmly
and Death answered.

No friend; yet he welcomes all
through his wide solid door with space enough to envelope the whole of humanity

If persisted
this course of insanity.

One black horse gallops
hard and fast. His speedy
hooves we can't out race.
Neither outlast.

Both young and old,
the strong, the weak,
the shy, and bold
eventually peace do seek

inside the casket.

Also,
transporting too
through vaults those who
the pale horse famine forced
into the house of mourning.

Still others bang
upon it's portals
without warning

riding tides
that flooded them,
trembling on earth
that swallowed them,
scorched by flames
that torched them.

This is what happens
to us:

Dear Mortals.

From dust we are...

But, from dust we will return...

To Be Continued....

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Triggerfish Fare

Triggerfish Fare

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

Slick
my skin caught on angry
thin razor teeth
slicing me
as human sushi.

Paddled away, I, horizontal and swiftly,
not quite the way natural fish fly, 
but confess I must, not deny
in salt water ignorance,
total fish school innocence,
my fins fanned the ire
of paternal fangs.
I can not lie.

Triggered?

The blue throat yellow fin gang
guarding 'gainst intruders intrigued
by blowing, fanning, rolling on eggs
spawned on sandy bottoms: sea.
Oxygen
by mothers blown
to hatch embryos grown
in twenty-four hours
I saw.
See

my presence known
threatened their familial goals.
(Since, shown
these bullies exist
in vacation spots.)

Males
tigers mimic; 
as king fishes
regal
aggressively maintaining
polygamous territories...
personally
enthroned.

Fight's their personality.
I should've known.

So, I swam for fear
with frantic might.
They swam in rear
to hook me,
dear,
as prized possession--
human fare.

My sweat--
added inducement
for fish delight.

Aromatic
Me:
a delicacy
oily fatty,
but, ostensibly
rare.

Values

Values

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Chemistry.
We clicked.
Laughter. Fun. Lickety-split.

My house; your house
Forever on run.

Now wanted for murder.
"Just what have I done?"

"Limits?
What's that?"
Too late did I ask.

They listened; I talked.
In admiration I did bask.

Yet, what treasures
theirs
in heart; in mind?

Cared not to question.
They were to me kind.

Discussing goals,
morals in common?

Asking questions... rude.
Shown: Me ignorant. Bad karma.

Yet, here I stand
before sentence: judged.

"Your Honor!
Didn't know...

They held the grudge."

Qualities...Good,
should've sought.

Positive.
Encouraging:

Gems.

Should've bought.

Prompt    : Friends, a bless or curse?
Word limit  : 100
Adult,  please  excusehttp://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102004883?q=friends&p=par© 3 days ago, Lucretia Mccloud   sad • society • teen • friendship

Wind

Wind

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

Wind

howls; whispers; whistles;

is sometimes silent.

It whips and twirls;
shatters and destroys;

it soothes and cools.

It lifts up; throws down
light and heavy
to distant ground.

Yet,

like with a leaf or feather
it can settle with ease.

Do I do these
with words... do relieve?

Like the wind goes;
blows

unknowing...

Unknown,

Still
I hear you;
feel you;
appeal to you.

The Lord Knows
My desire:

His Love
In Beauty
to unseeing

Expose.


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If you choose to accept, please create a write about one of the gifts of being you, a thing that you bring to your table of life that leaves you feeling inspired!!  I would like to feel inspired to remember that there are beautiful people bringing beautiful things out there...so I am hoping for a great turn out!© 2 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love • friendship • spiritual

"It's Arms Towards Perfection"

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

 

 

 

Across the world
past the Indian Ocean

exists a growing disillusioned
sea of humanity

more than a billion
also birthed
in our conjoined

abject misery.

Where once wistful words pinned
soared multitude's bright enlightened eyes
towards distant, still visible cloudless horizons or tranquil high skies

though others dived

hidden,

who hide deep inside their murky hearts
divided
through sad economical or racial pride.

United...ever

men and women
both near and far;

black, white of hand?

Will social status continue to dominate our lands?

Or will a strong leader take a stand?

Relieve mankind of hatred ran
through depth and breathe
of even whirling blinding stinging desert sands?

Exists One who loves All?

Who knows our desires?
Who wishes to inspire

to attain that place

"where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

where knowledge is free...

where words come out from the depth of truth"?

Will this exist?... Do we have proof?

Good leadership foretold to come
thousands of seasons rolled forth from the past. A wonderous proclamation thundering
from a minuscule hum.

Traversing valleys diverse and divided, a growing nation bridged by a happy and collective some of the most humbled.

Those who adversity overcome
through support and guidance.

The Time has arrived
for Peace... At Last!

The Messiah.
The Christ.

A King
designated
by a Creator

Father

Impartial.

A Lover

of each and every
Obedient One.

As we endure the scorch of blazing suns;

as we pray "God's will be done

on Earth
as it is

in Heaven"

and as we stay fixed on this Son,
who gave his life so that our race
might be successful and

ETERNALLY

Won. Here,

The Light is getting brighter.
The Way's become clearer.
The Paradise Earth

is so very near

and the Resurrection
of those we loved dear

In glorious rebirth!

Rabindranath Tagore,

you may see your words:
"tireless striving stretches it's arms towards perfection"

Will no longer require a longing
or a deep reflection.

For Mankind will soon
follow
the Christ's
Loving
and Righteous

Theocratic
Direction.

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Really ... Hot?

Really ... Hot?

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Headline atrocities

tear seeing eyes,
tear humanity apart,

sear human hearts
in collective cries.

Yet, humanity
preaches

Love

deserves a turn;

violent ones do earn
Opportunities to learn.

Though, stubborn's
an imperfect form-

'As a mule'
the phrase was born;

this caustic
persona

frightfully
chosen

to persistently adorn.

But,

refusal
to conform
dictates
prison

Eternally hot?

God is Love.

Never thought:
confine in embers

Mimicking

Satan's cruel
distasteful mind.

Burn in Sacrifice
opposing

members:

Divine?

Torture is Not.

Brevity: Burn
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Orphans

Orphans

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

In darkness I rise
In darkness I weep
In darkness daily
I walk; I sleep.

Solely in sadness
my constant fare.

No family to tend.
No heart to share.

This song of the orphan
Is heard in the heavens
by a Father that in sincerity

Totally Cares.

Though your road be rocky
Though you travel alone
Though in the distance
you envision no home

On the horizon ascending like dawn
A brilliant future. Though, even today

You do belong.

Many in dire circumstances too

Raise their eyes heavenly
to a Creator called
"the God of Comfort"
Who knows every step taken
and every tear wept.

As King David said,
in skin bottles kept.

Though our weights be heavy
In these paths we thread
through darkened alleys
demon-felt led
violently fed

And from real dangers we fearfully fled

We still can fill our hearts
with flavorful 'truths'
instead of just fantasies
adored by everyday youths.

The road, though tough
will lead to a time
of united families.

Resurrected...

Those in God's mind
to cherish offsprings,
brothers and sisters,
forefathers

through whom you became

An individual.
You.

Never, rue the day of your birth.
The moment you entered
this wonderful,
though tragic-filled earth.

For

Only in that second you marvelously became, a child of a Spirit parent.

Jehovah.

Always depend and call upon
this Glorious name.

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