Smile

It's been a long time since I'm been able to write a pure rhyming poem. I decided to edit the format of my rhyming poems from this point onwards. It will be roughly equal lines.

Crucifix of a jubilant communion

Blooming illuminated plumeria's

Of terraforming inglorious hellfire

Poltergeists behind layers of prayer

Behest behemoth to bear

The cross of androgynous phosphorus

Sarcophagus indoctrinate to monikers

Of monochromatic lavender pathogenic

Blender of psychopathic rhapsody

Evaporated by the faintest hatred

Of Mother Nature’s battlefield eradicated

Catalyst to an avaricious victory

Of shapeshifter photosynthesis divine to the eyes

Of petrified Jesus Christ rising silent

From the grave of primordials afterglow

In the sword of immortal metamorphosis

Of hell’s pawn chronological

On the chessboard of celestial chordal vestiges

Iridescent gregarious chants amputated

From the saffron stained of glass hermaphroditism

Bright as the light among the darkness of a street corner

Born from the foreigner of a mortal as a fallen warrior

Exordial oracle to council of grace

A tear on my cheek, for the smile on her face

Author's Note

I wanted to write about the people who suffer and fight for a better life, yet remain innocent good-hearted people. I've seen a few people who have come to the country I live in with nothing, and they are not always able to make a living, although many do, and are hard workers. When I see someone who escaped pain to another place, yet has to live on the street, it breaks my heart. This isn't really to be a religious poem, it is simply to show the purity of human hearts that deserve better. I do not always give money to the homeless, but everyone deserves a fair chance. I hope it will not be like this in far off future generations. Hopefully, then, things will be fair. Poverty is not weakness, is the accumulation of privilege covering up another's opportunities

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Reviews

[Robert Trakofler (Bad B..]

I have recently been reading some of CS Lewis philosophy and also in particular his wife's Joy Davidman's poetry this resonates with some of it... In the time of the great depression society began to question the validity of the free market society in so far as the bulk of the wealth goes to a handful while the masses suffer in this arena many began to embrace the communist approach that everything belongs to the people well we all know how that turned out even less wealth trickled down:( but Mr. Lewis's approach to the suffering you are speaking of was quote “Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself.” that is a powerful perspective these words came from a man that managed to stave emotional attachment for the bulk of his life only to realize he was not alive in the strive come life it is a contract but within in it is truly life itself:)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I feel like if communism was executed correctly, it could have worked better. But as long as there is bias and greed, there can be no equality. I have a friend who has a collection of old poems and songs from the era of the Great Depression. The strength of the people should bear the burden of the people. I don't think communism would work, but we should find something between that and capitalism I think. Just a thought though.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you certainly do that well here...with this allegorical write.
in the end, Winter wins the battle and wipes out all remnants of summer...all those fighting leaves go down...and then the pines just observe the fracas with nothing much to say...but i am sure they shed some tears if they have the heart to do that.
and the Jesus Christ rising...i like that part because i liken his rise with the next spring as everything beautiful rises once again.
j.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you for reading, and I agree, after winter, we'll breathe a little more life into the others around us. And maybe there will be hope.