poems – Page 14 – Conrad Birmingham

Do Black Lives Matter

Do Black Lives Matter
Who really cares
About another black death
Why do we need to split hairs
Killing many baby’s breath
19 million blacks aborted since it began
Now a black population of 44 million
So many women and men
So many United States citizens
30 percent of the black population aborted
More deaths for blacks than any other cause
And these numbers are congressionally reported
All of you must take a pause
Do we realize the injustice
Do we realize the crime
Do we realize the horror
Do we realize the sin
These deaths do matter
The injustice needs not to be repeated
There needs to be chatter
Abortion needs to be defeated
Why do we let it stand
Just an unjust operation
All these murders planned
Poor leadership in the nation
Who kills its own babies
Who destroys these lives
Who ruins our families
Who decimates a race and lies
Misguided people like Sangers
Misguided women oppressed for generations
Misguided individuals with little hope
Misguided politicians pandering to whom
We do not need to blame
We need to save lives
We do not need to name
We must start drives
Drives to make human life valuable
Drives to change the laws
Drives to make damnable
Drives to fight for a cause
Almost 1000 black lives per day
Lost to abortion
We need to earnestly pray
And priorities need apportion
Stop abortions now
Riot to stop abortions now
Stop the abortion murders now
Honor human life without abortions now
I am sorry we lose black men to police
I am sorry for this unnecessary evil
I am a Christian who loves peace
I am for a revival or upheaval
Every human life is treasured
Lord God made each one of us
Our lives are truly measured
God wants us to make a fuss
Save his image bearers
Save his precious children
Save his majesty and glory
Save every black life
Black lives do matter
Blacks are made in Gods image
Blacks are precious in Gods eyes
Blacks deserve much much better
If you want to
Riot over the evil of abortion
Cherish each life
Fight for all human life and dignity
This is the main issue
What are humans worth
Every single man women and child
Priceless from conception to eternity

Good Reads – Uplifting Poems About the Death of a Loved One: Listen Do You Hear the Sound of Death? The Grim Reaper is Chasing me!

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Uplifting Poems About the Death of a Loved One

by Conrad Birmingham

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Dale Treadway

Dale Treadway
 
Mr Treadway a good man
A man to be missed
He had a plan
And he did exist
 
He left me one truth
I do not know if anyone knew
From my youth
Mr Treadways worldview
 
Working in my backyard
We talked of business
My businesses marred
And here came his wiseness
 
Mr Treadway asked me
Are you a believer in Christ
Yes I try to be
A good theist
 
He pushed me deeper
Is it the most important thing for you
Are you a Bible truth keeper
And Mr Treadway gave me a clue
 
A clue to life
A clue to worth
A clue to follow
A clue to pursue
 
He gave me examples
People who have strived
By attending Bible classes
And their lives revived
 
I did not repent that day
I did not turn to God
I did not sing hallelujah
I did not fall to my knees
 
But his words
Changed my path
In two years
Repent I did
His words spurred
Paved my way
Along with others conferred
The Gospel is not childs play
 
I found the Lord
I found a better journey
I found a Savior
I found everlasting peace
 
Thank you
For your sincere instruction
Definitely it is the glue
To my reproduction
 
Not perfect
Not the best
Not faultless
Not ideal
 
But a true believer
So so rigorous
With Holy Spirit fever
To be so so vigorous

Yorktown Girls

How we met
Who really knows
Henry I bet
Friendships arose
 
We traveled every weekend
To Yorktown park
Some girlfriends and boyfriends
The monument was our landmark
 
We met in the parking lot
And talked and drank
We never fought
Along the York riverbank
 
My senior year
Leslie Ann Lisa Della Sharon
Were in our sphere
On and off the telephone
 
We went to parties
We went snow sledding
We went to games
We went to movies
 
They were our Yorktown buddies
And they were adventurous and fun
We did do our High School studies
High School and College everyone
 
We moved on with life
We see each other on occasion
None made a Poquoson man’s wife
Never part of the equation
 
Never forget our escapades
Life so easy and carefree
Yesteryear never fades
I hope you all agree

I wrote my book of poetry, https://amzn.to/2ZlNcuh and I left out one of the most important people in my life – Jim Lindberg. (I know of another which needs to be corrected Mr. George Harrison but I will get to that later) Here is my poem for Jim!

Jim

He was my boss
I met him young
Color gloss or semigloss
What was his color

He was strong
He was smart
He was energetic
He was old

Old at sixteen
Anyone over twenty
We were green
Years to come aplenty

He taught us much
Too much to list
Always there in a clutch
Able to assist

A great role model
A great friend
Would not let you dawdle
Or lead down a dead-end

We were kids
And we still played
Just lift your eyelids
And do not be afraid

See and envision
Badminton galore
Buckets of beer
In his backyard

So much fun
But the best
Cannot be outdone
Greater than all the rest

Zoom Schwartz Profigliano
We sang these words
No not soprano
But as songbirds

To each other
Around a table
As each other’s brother
This is not a fable

He taught us leadership
He taught us friendship
He taught us hard work
He taught us rhyme and balance

Time for fun and toil
Time for love
Time to spoil
Time for Him above

God was not manifest
During these times
As we followed our zest
But now in our primes

We see each other at church
Talk of God
No need to search
Neither is a fraud

Poquoson was there
So many life impressions
And with glorious prayer
He taught the best sessions

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