Bearers Poems - Poems about Bearers

I saddened to see the merciless scene daily, ...

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My fellow pilgrims on life’s path, I greet you here today To share a tale of gratitude For help along our way. Our best route is the straightest path, And narrow from the gate. But most of us went crashing through As though we couldn’t wait To see the things in store for us, The sights that life would bring, Not knowing that the track...

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Now, many things we accept, Nearly each conveyed precept: Bearers their names pressurize And life's success summarize: Sure serpent' who is Linda; Access to God could hinder "Sauls" to burn like a cinder "Dinah's" denied Umbrella "Tamars" Destined Cinderella You answer to David 'King' You choose Jonathan 'you cling' Nobody risks the name Job, For Satan might come to rob And you don't bear Jezebel For against God...

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Although, God shows no favoritism to any soul For Each soul is a part of Him, He is delighted to respond to any man's plea for: Light Truth virtue, justice, and wisdom Since God knows that these men May become the saviors and torch-bearers; Of love Of mercy Of compassion, and Of humanity! © Demetrios Trifiatis 27 August 2021...

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Being a frontline health careworker has us all consumed with fear A nursing home filled with the elderly could become a catastrophic atmosphere If the Coronavirus enters their home it would be almost impossible to curtail Most have underlying health conditions and are very vulnerable and frail In trepidation we work day after day In disquietude but with hopeful smiles That none of...

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FOR THE NEW TORCH BEARERS (REVISITED) (APROPOS MLK: PART 2) They voyaged over many tempestuous oceans and seas; They were pursued in woods by vicious dogs—dogs Salivating stale slave smells of strange fruits In hanging trees. They were hunted, trapped and penned like slimed Wild hogs. They waded rivers—buoyed by the bodies of...

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FOR THE NEW TORCH BEARERS (APROPOS MLK: 2) I have voyaged over many tempestuous oceans and seas; I have been pursued in woods by vicious dogs, Salivating stale slave smells left in hanging trees; Been hunted, trapped and penned like sliming wild hogs. I’ve waded rivers buoyed by the bodies of ancestors; My blood has caked on...

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