Slander

Slander

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Slander

slaps

on vicious

labels

camouflaged

truth

in defacing fables

Jesus said: “You must pray, then, this way:
“‘Our Father in the heavens, let your name be sanctified. Let your Kingdom come. Let your will take place, as in heaven, also on earth." Matthew 6:9, 10.

"By the late 1920’s, God’s people discerned the significance of what Isaiah had stated some 2,700 years earlier. Regarding Jehovah he said: “This is how you led your people, to make a majestic name for yourself.” (Isa. 63:14) The Bible Students understood that the primary issue was, not personal salvation, but the sanctifying of God’s name. (Isa. 37:20; Ezek. 38:23) In 1929, the book Prophecy summed up that truth, stating: “Jehovah’s name is the most vital issue before all creation.” This adjusted understanding further motivated God’s servants to witness about Jehovah and to clear his name of slander."  © 22 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    pain • sad • society • friendship • family

Still Blooming

STILL BLOOMING

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Moisture

be it liquid red
from my blood
bleeding

bled

or clear
from dear constant tears
glistening

crystal
drops

endlessly
plop

plopping still

into a vast black hungry hole--
my soul,

instilled life
to gradual growth;

a rebirth.

For eventually,
flowers bloom.

Never too soon.

Write a poem for contest Blossom

The image attached moved me tremendously and so....it is your prompt. Let it be your guide. I will not accept anything less than 10 lines.

Have fun
https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2673/97.jpg?Screenshot_2016  © 14 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope • spiritual • teen • love • nature

[ Who decides hunger's unholy abide, ]

[ Who decides hunger's unholy abide, ]

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Who decides hunger's unholy abide,

within flesh tinted, yellow, or pale
famished producing its distinctive odor;

the wealthy unfamiliar with this particular unhealthy smell
as daily waste canned brews its own potent juices
composed of the richest delicacies of near or far away lands.

These excesses tossed, costly or cheap, should shame the heart when down the street or across the sea millions malnourished wish for more than
their bit carefully rationed for entire families to eat.

Generosity itself is a unselfish start.

Little endeavors:

a prayer, a share, with eyes and ears open
to notice; to begin to sympathetically and genuinely care.

If only each one less wasteful be

it may decrease the monument of rotting rubbish the international earth sees and instill a conscious awareness of another's plight. A thrifty need to conquer greed with a good measure of personal integrity.

To end hunger's blight can begin with ernest effort, a loving thought inspired:

a sack of groceries for a needy other graciously bought.

Hunger

Theme is Hunger - a feeling of discomfort or weakness caused by lack of food, coupled with the desire to eat. I hope it can inspire for writing poems.

Rules: No pre writes. All AP rules apply. My contest has no place for crudeness, profanity or lewdness, adult, or off-color humor.

Any style, 20 lines maximum, but please let it be inspired by the theme. I want you to be creative and think beyond. Happy writing!

A World Without Hunger
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102005843?q=hunger&p=par  © 8 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope • love • pain • sad • society

Deceived

Deceived

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Your words
tricky thus sticky
pulled at the core of my worth

once believing their utterances
conceived in love

heliumed
me

buoyed
way above my insecurities.

Now,

once again braised upon knees
my desire pleads with you:

Lift me up; raise me as high
as once your sky!

But this snickery of yours I can't abide.

Snide and deceitful hides of your whereabouts;
then angry strides and shouts

shoving my nerves around.

Cuddling me
then busted

me.

Around like a Ferris wheel.

Downs extremely down.

How did you entrap
swallow me whole

where darkness dwells?
Where I am cold.

Why did I falter
and fall into
when my intelligence usually
lets me see through?

Your smoothness became a tranquil sea.
Bluer that any horizon given me.

Your lips of venom were honey sweet
to drip upon my thirsty tongue.
To skip my patter of its beat.

Your touch a flame to heaven send

now bends me forth
to curl in pain
from poison rushing from my heart
to cripple me
through shrinking veins

pinching the oxygen
from my weak and famished
brain.

How did you know
for me to seek?
What deep inside
did you true peek?

Your handsomeness disguised your hate.
Your treachery

will seal my fate?

Am I too late?

Shall I be as Eve,
since so thoroughly deceived

laid to rest and then to dust
for lacking sense of whom to trust?

The web you spun to capture me...
why?

To humor you?
To murder me?

word count 249

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2003563?q=deceived&p=par

Write a poem for contest Web of Deceit

keeping it under 250 words

create a metaphorical write about the nature of controlling relationships and trickery

using the photo prompt of a spider in its web....and your imagination,

make me see, feel, and fear the trap.....

no prewrites and no unrelated entries will be tolerated......

i want you to show me your skills as a writer

and i want this to be fun..... so...let's go!  © an hour ago, Lucretia Mccloud    sad • society • pain • nature • hope

1914

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

War
commences
celebration
heavenly
earthly
Woe

6 words

Based upon: Rev. 12:12 and http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/402014047?q=1914&p=par

© a day ago, Lucretia Mccloud    sad • society • pain •spiritual • teen

We Speak of Sin

We Speak of Sin

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Are not our lives a tattered trust?

Consequences withstanding
men still rule mainly by lust and desires of wicked eyes.

Said of humans:

“This people approaches me with their mouth
And they honor me with their lips,

But their heart is far removed from me;

And their fear of me is based on commands of men
that they have been taught.

Therefore, I am the One
who will again do wonderful things
with this people,

With wonder upon wonder;

And the wisdom of their wise men will perish."

Yet, the Almighty who is wise and loving, true
loyal and trustworthy in all He does or will ever do
does not us despise.

In a relationship with Him
He will us cherish.

We are His children
if obedient we are despite the wounds inflicted.

Despite our scars.

He tells us to hate what is bad
and love what is good.

Why is this so often confusing
or misunderstood?

We cry for justice and equality
as we steal from Him--
His Sovereignty.

We rant and rave
insist that He us save from tyranny
from unholy war
from tragedies the whole world over.

Yet,

we continue to live just the same
in all our selfish and vile or vicious ways
wanting the honor;

non deserving of endless praise.

Is this to be always
till the end of our days?

No.

He has given his wonderful decrees
from a mouth spoken with loving ease:

"I take the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you today
that I have put life and death before you,

the blessing and the curse;

and you must choose life
so that you may live,

you and your descendants,

by loving Jehovah your God,
by listening to his voice,
and by sticking to him,

for he is your life
and by him you will endure."

The opposite:
eternal Death

brought through sin's disease

Need not be chosen.
Just do as one pleases.

Eventually one's end
in graves dug or vats placed
or waiting for morticians
in rooms totally freezing.

The Creator's purpose
with blood was bought

so obedience to His standards of righteous
ought not be spit upon with distaste.

We must fight to defend His name
in thankful grace,

since
He will soon
all wickedness erase.

He does not lie.
He can not die.

He will rule this earth and universal space
with or without us individually.

This is the future we all soon must face.

Choose Life

and live here Eternally
by following his guidelines to best of our degree

and supporting the likeminded to faithfully stand.
In love extend outstretched helping hands.

Then one day:

Life in perfection will be everlastingly granted
as family members once dead
will return to this land.

To All inhabitants living on a renewed earth
with plenty to eat and their own place to sleep:

Life Will Be Wonderful!
Yes, Totally Grand!

Let not sin rule
and it's sad consequences
we forever in death reap.

Based upon Isaiah chapter 29. Also, Is Your Future Predestined
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102009048?q=choose+life&p=par

[Write a poem for contest A Perfect Creator Vs Sinful Man]
Hi everyone
for dropping in.
It seems people happily blame the Almighty for men's sins, yet when will common sense prevail? A merciful, loving, patient Creator Who made a way to pay for our sins NEVER condones sin. The Bible shows sin and the consequences of partaking in it. Study any one of the prophets or men mentioned in Scripture and you'll see what I mean. None are perfect all make errors and some very drastic choices, which literally destroy their own families, just as all of us still do today.

We reap what we sow and reaping takes place in a different season from sowing, so don't be hoodwinked if your harvest has not yet ripened. It surely will, just as the sun will rise tomorrow.

"For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad." ~ Luke 8:17
  © 24 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope • love • pain • sad • society

Nice Nasty

Nice Nasty

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Nice Nasty
such a practiced game

the ultimate goal:
to drive victims insane

with words pleasant
beginning

then ending inane.

Of what benefit
to the Giver make?

Strips this one
of dignity
and class

demonstrates
their anger

as they speak
insults

brass

revealing envy
and a lack of confidence
within;

Crass.

No sense of their
true purpose

when all time
is spent

perfecting
witty meanness

causing others
to defend

against bullying
tactics

though

pretending
to befriend.

Is this the way to love
and hatred end?

© an hour ago, Lucretia Mccloud    teen • sad • society • pain • friendship

Religious Freedom or Human Rights

Religious Freedom or Human Rights

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Sadly,

this should not a question be:
human rights and ethics to supersede

religious edicts not conforming
to human values and country laws adorning

citizens in every land?

Especially,
since the Declaration of Human Rights dispenses this statement:

“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.
They are endowed with reason and conscience
and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood."

As the eagle projects then flies
higher than the naked eye to spy his flight
regal with majesty and pure delight

is the plight of imperfect man.

The vision is awesome,
even beautiful.

It touches the heart of loving souls.

Yet, this dream to behold
disappears. The destination

elusive

in a world grown cold.

Should not religion provide the key
to freedoms and rights?

Yes, liberty!

Depending upon which sovereignty
the leaders preach.

Not all gods are equal in the least degree.

So,

to go to battle to demand
equality; to take a stand legally

Is an individual's right to fight for.

A privilege to humanity.

But, in the end...
when under the subjection of greed and power

do we really believe that true justice will stand?

It will stand!

Unification of races and nations has already begun!

In the past, began
when individuals started within themselves
to practice love

and encouraged others to do the same.

This start became the basis or foundation for the future claim:

An end to violence and hatred!
An end to war!

An end to wicked spirits controlling the world and making us sorely need to pray:

"Please end our suffering!
Inequality... no more!"

Yes, soon will arrive that blessed day
when righteousness will then hold sway.

Until that time we keep
at personal bay

any and all
who human rights do slay.

Do not let anger have its way.
Keep peace and pursue it!

Lay down animosity and bury it!

Let a King
selected
clear the earth

of this total chaos
and complete
disarray.

The battle is Christ's
and The Almighty's.

They alone have the power
to end all injustices

and establish

True Peace and Security

to

Eternally
Stay.

Write a poem for contest Religious freedom or Human Rights!

In Today's world.....should human rights and ethics supersede religious edicts that do not conform to human values and laws of a country?

Partially based upon: Prejudice and Discrimination--Getting to the Roots
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102009282?q=prejudice+and+discrimination&p=par

© 2 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual • teen • hope • love • pain

Sleep In Peace

Sleep In Peace

by Seah Greenhorn 

( Poem with copyright ) 

Maybe not

as a Madagascan sunset

day-flying moth,

but like a beautiful robin moth

or even a dull colored grease moth

drawn to flames

we question "why"

about the same:

Life then death?

Why brought into this game?

British historian Arnold Toynbee wrote

as We in united consent quote:

"FROM the moment of birth

there is the constant possibility

that a human being may die

at any moment.”

This thought brings us no glee or joyful mirth!

Added he: “And inevitably

this possibility

is going to become

an accomplished fact.”

In this past century

alone,

about 100, 000, 000 people in wars died

as tragic acts, 'including millions of innocent

men, women, and children'

making us anew sadly cry out:

"Why?"

"If a man dies,

can he live again?

I will wait all the days

of my compulsory service

Until

my relief comes.

You will call, and I will answer you.

You will long for the work of your hands"

said Job, under utmost suffering

detailing the desire of the Creator to bring

dead ones back to life.

Reversing Adam's unforgivable sin.

Further promising:

"And the last enemy,

death,

is to be brought to nothing."

Just think what this means!

No more graves or funerals.
Just endless life and joyful blessings!

"In this mountain he will do away with the shroud

that is enveloping all the peoples

and the covering that is woven

over all the nations.

(groaning and moaning aloud)

He will swallow up death forever,

And the Sovereign Lord Jehovah

will wipe away the tears from all faces.

The reproach of his people

he will take away from all the earth,

For Jehovah himself has spoken it."

All the races, obedient and loyal,

will everlastingly benefit.

Until that time

when He calls their name

Sleep in peace, you victims,

as you feel no shame.

The Only Remedy!

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2006201#h=1:0-27:0

Job 14:13-15 Isaiah 25:7,8. 1 Cor. 15:26  © 10 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    death • hope • love • spiritual •teen

Wisdom Divine

•   →   Seah Greenhorn     Wisdom Divine

Wisdom Divine

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

Exists
a beauty in wisdom

seems

to travels valleys, mountains,

streams forth
to hold court
to extol the presence of kings
of new

recanting values considered old,
though,
these treasures are 'apples of gold.'

Mortal man of earthen clay,
who's seen injustice holding sway,
but sees and walks the balance beam
is praised as wise on a human scene.

Yet,
as doves ascending to endless skies, ascending higher
than our heart's eyes

Divine Wisdom

transcends
our intelligent,

though imperfect minds.

However,

it reaches down to touch the souls
who search for it; cherish it. Live it: bold.

These ones in understanding shall never perish if this wisdom's not in arrogant pride sold.

Based upon Proverbs 14:33; 16:25; Romans 16:27; Matt. 11:19

Write a poem for contest Holy Wisdom
A poem respectful of Christianity is asked for, so no expletives or humour, on what a person could understand by the phrase:


Holy Wisdom


within a Christian context.  Make your work instructive and poetic, with the emphasis on poetic if you are aiming for the gold trophy.  The number of lines should be between ten and fourteen, but I shall accept nine or fifteen too.© 2 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual• love • hope

"What's funny is ..."

"What's funny is ...

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

"What's funny is ... I used to believe I could understand"

feelings about 'rights.'

Lines obscured bring ire and fights against love

wasted

like a whale squirting
effective refreshing mists mellowing all in its way; then receivers pushing and debating positions

under
the spray.

Who says who's needs to go or who's fit to stay?

Let the whale decide with whom he shall play.

What's Funny Is...
This is a 'Quote Prompt'.  You must either be inspired by or include this line in your poem.  "What's funny is... I used to believe I could understand."

Any length, rhyming or non-rhyming (I always write non-rhyming myself), must be descriptive and inspire thought and feeling but subject can be anything.  I know the quote is a little obscure, so let it be a challenge for you.  Mark if Adult, no Erotica, no major profanity.  The reader should walk away after reading your poem inspired, encouraged, or deep in thought.

Thanks all!  Can't wait to read what you write!

A River In Flight

A River In Flight

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

 

 

 

 

Rushing the edge
as a beautiful visualization
of humanity's distress.
Collective tears
gushing
constant.
The blood of her victims
dropping off into darkness.
Pounding the heart's walls in its descend.
Sprayed by the intense mist arising?
Those gathered, who care to share in this memorial.
Those not present?
Another symbolism for the river's name.
Men running away from paradise.
Is that not the desire of independent man?
Trampling
animals and nature in their lust for power.
Rendering to the world,
to the heavens
this representation of sacrifice,
the river's vibrant hue.
To dominate and crush.
Pulverize.
This beauty
a vivid reminder
of what mankind
is not designed
to do.

 

 

*Write a poem for contest “the river that ran away from paradise”





The river has many names and holds many stories.
Listen to the river and write what it speaks to you.....


- Free Verse
- Left Justified

Mix imagination with emotion.


This is where "the river that ran away from paradise" derives from:
http://all-that-is-interesting.com/colombias-stunning-river-of-five-colors
© right now, Lucretia Mccloud    sad • society • nature • death

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

She sings of joy
and the protection it brings.

As out in the yonder of sun-drenched fields
she remembers the danger of forgotten raids and pillages demented minds do yield.

She smells the blood from war-drenched soils.

She hears the cries when they divided spoils.

She feels the pain of reigning fists
that violence in love professes as bliss.

The kisses she missed,

if you insist,

belongs to ravages that blistered her privates and scarred her flesh.

Yes, from these she fled.
She's considered blessed.

For now the painful thoughts are healed.
She's found a Savior. She's has a hope.

With life's constant dangers, she now can cope.

Though all these crimes were not always mine, I suffered the news. My eyes not blind.

Yet, now I have Good News to tell
across steep mountains
in deserts and valley
where the rivers do swell

around the globe
I'd joyfully sing or yell
to All Who Suffer:

All Will Be Well!

Write a poem for contest The Caged Bird
Tell me what your cage is. Is it another person, a relationship, a place... maybe your own mind and heart.

What is it like being the caged bird? Write about your song.

Do you look for a way out, dream of a different life, or sing at the top of your lungs about freedom, about that grave of dreams?

Rules:

Metaphors, creativity, and imagery are all desired.

Nothing obscene or explicit.

Reference Maya Angelou's "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings".
Use proper grammer, punctuation, and capitalization. http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2015323#h=10:0-11:757© 3 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope • love • spiritual

My Shine

My Shine

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

In paths of fire, ice, or cold
words of hate, ignorance, said bold
my mind races to deride
yet tongue in wisdom I do hold.

Since
"In showing Honor"
One takes "the Lead."

Loving
through

Fine words then deeds
first applied to loyally heed,
truly performed
heals hearts in bleed.

50 words “In showing honor to one another take the lead,” states Romans 12:10. Write a poem for contest Word Prompt - Honorable
Describe for me what it looks like when YOU are being Honorable!

No adult/erotica  No more than 50 words

Word prompt: Honorable  Have fun!!  *cheesy smile*© a day ago, Lucretia Mccloud