Ph: Evil: Let Me Show You... Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Evil: Let Me Show You...
Let me show you your own death,
Night can fall in many ways,
Every time a friend betrays,
Love has one foot in the grave,
Voices rush to call you knave.
When you can't catch your own breath,
Cold-cocked by a traitor's smile,
Lying sweetly all the while,
Whore to all that came before,
Lamb's blood now scrubbed from your door.
Tells you that YOU did the deed,
All the hurts you never knew,
Suddenly burst into view,
Love's sweet light now going pale
'Victim's curses' soul assail.
Withholds that at last are freed,
Silent lies dressed now as truth,
Venom spoken without ruth,
Your love now is shaken cold,
Burden more than heart can hold.
Clothed in naught but righteousness,
All withholds become your sin,
Vengeance poured on world of men,
Moderation disavowed,
Scales of justice truly cowed.
Souls so stained by callousness,
Only God has strength to mend,
Danger there for simple friend,
Branded! Yes, by love's bright flame,
With God's help forget the name.
Sept.06,2014
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Poet's Notes:
Sometimes innocents are caught up in satanic whirlwinds that blind them to what friendship really looks like and what is required of a friend. Dear friend still, former friend I still believe to me, I will always pray for your soul. May God open your eyes to who your real friends are! Live well and prosper, but short of a miracle, I will not be by your side! New friends it seems are everywhere!
Vote: 10 A beautiful poem on friends - friends who stay, and friends who after a while go away. They can hurt and we can suffer the brunt of the pain. Nonetheless, forgiveness paves the way to reconciliation.
Dressed with very nice metaphors, this poem I think, exposes the true feelings of the poet. In the journey of life, it is pathetic how for some unknown reasons, we loose people who are so dear to us.But I have learnt that, good friends we have, good friends we lost. When you feel you have done nothing wrong, you have to let it go. Powerful poem.10.0 for this effort!
Withholds that at last are freed, ..........you've puzzled me by using the word withholds here. is this poetic license talk for things withheld? [p.s. i was looking at your ugly mug again, next to the big blossom, and decided to like you. i must be a sucker for aging farmers! ] NO. I DIDN'T say i liked this poem; i said i liked you. =================================== ruth=Ruth? the Babe of baseball OR the babe of the bible? (from the poet's note: 'live well and prosper'; is that from star trek or somethin'?) your rhyming was exceptional (that means very good) until i hit sin/men. it was/is a nice rhyme scheme, but i'd rather have a poem i understood better. yeah, yeah, i know; it's me! thanks for sharing anyway. get away from evil! get exorcised! bri :)
Mirza Ghalib (An Urdu Poet of ninetenth century) says- Kahun thse maynke keya hay, Shab-e-gham buri bala hay, Mujhey keya bura tha marna, agar ek bar hota. How should I tell you, a sorrowful night is very painful, I don't find any thing bad in death, if it; s once only. A great write.
Well expressed the trauma particularly who at last get the strength to come out of fire-orbit. Exposed well. Thanks.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:19:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Silent lies dressed now as truth, what wonderful poem really it is. Every line speaks unbend truth of feeling of poet.