He came in a cloak of gentleness,He shrugged to mercy while promising bless.But underneath the sheep soft skin,A ravenous wolf – waits within.Cries of scorn spill from the lips,Calls for heads – and severed finger tips.In ‘holy war’ their voices rise,Oppression burning in their eyes.Gods true plan, or cunning lies?A false prophet in disguise.Test theContinue reading “False Prophet”
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
Yaxley
They tried to bury him in liesTook his home, tore his family,broke his mind.He heard the prison walls condemning.But truth releases – restoring ruin.His stubborn fire burns chains.He fights not for glory nor hate.But for love of his – and those forgotten.A shepherd boy with stones.A giant rises – a country moans.Bruised, scarred not evenContinue reading “Yaxley”
Old Demons Wait
I was never self-diagnosed,but for years I self-medicated.My life until I met her,was tangled and complicated.Prison walls and darker nightsthe suicide I survived.I saw demons in the shadows,yet still I am alive.She carries childhood wounds,her own long wars to weather.In His good time, God watchedas we came together.Now in love we’ve found a peacethat keepsContinue reading “Old Demons Wait”
Steady Stay
The storm knew my name as a childcrashed early through my door.My small hands were no matchI knew the shadows voice before.Years passed, the waves smashedyet still I crossed each sea.Damaged like the winter oak,yet His roots grow deep inside of me.Always a peace in the aftermathonce suffering has had its way.I feel the HolyContinue reading “Steady Stay”
Toby Jug
Boots off by the Milton rug,She brings me lager in a Toby jug.Friday fish ‘n’ chips, stroll by the seaA half-time pie, a cup of teaCobbled lanes and Sunday bellsRoyal pomp and roast dinner smellsRain taps, pointing blameA good old pub relieving painStubborn oak and sceptred blood,Sarcastic wit beneath the floodGlory to God who gaveContinue reading “Toby Jug”
Untouched by Aim
I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible – Friedrich Nietzche
A Beatiful Regret
I could tell by her movement she’d been drinking not drunk, just enough to make a sane man look away. But want was louder than my sense. With every step closer, the smell of cigarettes and french perfume grew stronger. I should’ve run, but the moment was stolen. I knew every touch would later bleed.Continue reading “A Beatiful Regret”
The wee Church in Overleigh Cemetery.
Standing high where the silent sleep,Among the graves the English earth keeps.Sword-cross of stone, a cenotaph stands,Guarding brave souls, the names of this land.Incense drifts on the solemn air,Byzantine chants weave the branches bare.Saint Barbra prays above the grounds,Where life has departed. yet Christ is found.Time meets eternity, the living pass.Faith growing strong in theContinue reading “The wee Church in Overleigh Cemetery.”
Shrove Tuesday
Pancakes and laughter tossed in the air.Mummy mixing more – flour everywhere.Children cheer – pancakes, dinner, dessert.Sugar rains down lemons squirt.A table laid, wine and beer.Family moments we hold so dear.As the syrup flows in ribbons of gold.Daddy recalls a story told.The feast before the fasting phase,Christ in the desert forty days.Flip the pan andContinue reading “Shrove Tuesday”
The man I was
Bent steel still warm, tight in my hand,Heart cold – anger blazed, its blurred where I stand.Demon on my chest, his blood drips from my fingers,worry whispers, but hatred still lingers.Out of hell, were not the same,ash in my breath, got the devil to blame.One not enough, so in fury I swung,blade rise and fellContinue reading “The man I was”
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