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Poem: Today's Great Undead Poets

Today’s great undead poets,
awash in the internet sea,
seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness
of our cyberspace world.
Following the heroic tradition of Man,
these daring individuals look to gain acceptance
through the expression of concepts.
Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,
in defiance of critical naysayers,
the blankness of virtual paper
is scribbled upon with hurt, hope and ideals.
Writing styles and topics,
whether expressed in romanticized language
or the coarseness of profanity,
are brilliantly reflected in individualized glory
and authors bask in the personal satisfaction of achievement.
In the ever continuing flow of poetic thought,
today’s great undead poets
find treasures in the discovery of self.
 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.

 

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Poem: September 11, 2001

Failing to understand
why our nation is great,
an opportunity was sought
by souls cowardly lying in wait.
 
Focused on pure evil
as they have continually done,
an unholy attack was unleashed
on a day now known as 9-1-1.
 
Via the destruction
of New York’s “Twin Towers”
the enemy crushed a symbol
of U.S. monetary power.
 
Beyond the resources to rebuild,
our country operates from a wealthy mindset;
so we can easily overcome
loss of life and some airliner jets.
 
We have forgiven peoples and nations;
we have helped the World without regret.
Justice will be eventually extracted
for a date guaranteed that we’ll never forget.
 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.

 

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Poem: New Age Spirituality

Why settle for a counterfeit
when you can have the genuine thing?
For the purpose of "new age" spirituality
is replacing God with the Human Being.

 

Working from a false assumption
that Man is essentially good,
will lead us down destruction’s path
as History has taught us, as it would.

 

The fight for supremacy
of our human souls
is still being waged by the Devil
under his planetary control.

 

Humanism has its agenda
that’s carefully worked under Satan’s scope –
our demise is his goal, but settles
to leave us without any hope.

 

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From the book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3

 

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Poem: Spiritual Irony

Foolishness of Jehovah
exceeds the wisdom of Mankind;
torture by crucifixion
was to serve as a deterrent
to stop all forms of crime.
    
Inhumane treatment
demonstrates insatiable blood thirst
in a vain attempt to bring out
the best character of man
by placing World's justice system first.
    
However, death of the Innocent Lamb,
a perfect sacrifice God did decree
to bridge the gap of sin
using Man's worst punishment
in a twist of spiritual irony.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3

 


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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.

 

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Poem: For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay

Standing at the threshold
of Death's ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me...
As I've never experienced before.

    

Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.

   

Standing in God's throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.

   

Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.

   

Having been given my kingly reward,
in these times of everlasting days,
willfully I set my crown at His feet.
For upon my head, nothing gold can stay.

 

 

 

 

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2008, All rights reserved.

 

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Poem: Enjoy This Season

Withering grass of this season
with your abundance of green,
take advantage of Today -
Contribute to this Earthly scene.

    

Enjoy your present strength;
ignore worries of the past.
Let the distant failures fade
and let sweeter memories last.

   

Be true to yourself always,
standing tall and strong.
Focus on your own meadows and...
Learn to hum to Life's song.

 

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