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Hark the Heralders
by Ronald W. Hull

Saturday, October 06, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Last Judgment - Michelangelo

A little nonsense to shake up the
serious poets out there with all their
messages hidden in the minds of
their mysterious wordsmithing.

 Hark the Heralders

Hark the heralders from on high,
spew their messages, nay and nie.
Spew them on the wall of fate,
tales untrue and ignorant of late.

For what is love but just a lust,
turned tame and irony in the rust?
To mourn a flame that once was there,
in the dark of night with no light to share?

To blame our faults on someone else,
as though they caused such great pain.
When in truth we know,
we've only ourselves to blame.

Or to say it was an act of god,
to justify our natural fear.
To get the heat outside ourselves,
and hold our wrathful god so near.

To perpetuate a myth,
because it was always so,
is like saying that you don't think,
just blindly go where others go.

To follow lemmings off a cliff,
just to be part of the scene.
If I tell you that you're stupid,
I'm not trying to be mean.

We gather around our children,
and give them all of our best.
Make so many unwise choices,
it's a wonder they pass that test.

Of the able to carry on,
long after we are dust.
In that brave new world of the future,
that we worry about and distrust.

Copyright 2012 © Ronald W. Hull




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Reviewed by steve Chering 10/28/2012
A sleepy poem. not bad.
Reviewed by Paddy Bostock 10/24/2012
What is love? Not a lot to do with religious heralders on high I fear. Because we can't love anybody until we get ourselves off the agenda, and no god as far as I'm aware has succeeded in luring us away from such solipsism. Guilt, lust, damnation, all these things are easy excuses for the sorts of serial behaviour we would be happier without.

Great that you've written a poem that made me think though, Ron. Doesn't happen every day.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors 10/24/2012
Rarely one to be serious, I detect very little nonsense here. Therefore I am not particularly shaken mostly because I won't be sucked into pointless arguments pro and con about religious deities and their contradictory principles. People are shits and always will be. Color me firewood for the fiery furnaces of Hades. Patrick
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 10/16/2012
Ron you are a deep thinker and often a very deep writer with messages tongue in cheek. Isn't it wonderful that we all have the opportunity to express our thoughts and beliefs? Truth is so infinite and we only possess little bits and pieces of it, that's why we can learn from each other and each poem is a precious treasure. Well penned.
Reviewed by William Bonilla 10/12/2012
Most enjoyable reading Ron
Peace be with you

Reviewed by Christine Tsen 10/9/2012
Interesting in imagery and wit, I particularly like the lemmings!
Reviewed by Jon Willey 10/9/2012
I subscribe to the belief there is no non-empirical knowledge, so to argue there is no God is contradiction of that fundamental belief or a claim of knowledge beyond empirical knowledge - statements of intuition as this rendering surely is, if to be considered valid from one modal(as in logical modalities)intuition must be considered valid from the opposing modal intuition - so I view with interest your perspective and wonder how it is possible to hold as factual two opposing pieces of empirical knowledge(cognitive dissonance)at the same time since it is agreed by a majority there is no non- empirical knowledge - if I tell you that you're premise is flawed I am not being mean, 'Hark the Herladers' - as progressives proffer their interest and seek to secure support for a socialist agenda, theology is their target of choice and religious followers subjected to inferences of lesser intellect than atheist and agnostics, a factually baseless ploy that is intended to be mean - Ron, thank you for starting my day a notch or two above mundane with your rendering - I wish you love, peace and great joy, my dear friend - Jon Michael
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 10/9/2012
A delightfully rhythmic write, Ronald....thanks for brightening my Tuesday morning....

Reviewed by Deborah Tornillo 10/8/2012
We "all" grieve at our own pace and in our own way!

God Bless You,
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 10/8/2012
Like them all, especially what seems to be the modern day mantra:

To follow lemmings off a cliff,
just to be part of the scene.
If I tell you that you're stupid,
I'm not trying to be mean.

Reviewed by Odin Roark 10/7/2012
The truth behind cynicism is difficult to mine, but you've unearthed some truly perfect gems. Well done.
Reviewed by pat medlin 10/7/2012
'if i tell you that you're stupid that's not really what i mean'
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 10/7/2012
There is wisdom to reflect upon in your verses, Ron. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley 10/7/2012
I just love the way you write
you are the devil's advocate
not a bad thing, actually quite
good... Good to balance out the
thoughts and give others something
to ponder on :) It's what debates
are made of! lol

Wonderful write and thoughts Ronald

Love and Light
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 10/6/2012
Life for Death *Ron*
or Death for Life..
loved your poem

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Larry Matthews 10/6/2012
Some Truths here Ron
Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams 10/6/2012
I really liked this Ron, and especially the last two lines, 'In that brave new world of th efuture, that we worry about and distrust.' I feel it is very insightful of you to pinpoint that and put it into words. Maybe it is obvious to all but me, but I was slightly surprised and then recognized this to be truth in the next breath. Nice work. Be well, Kathy
Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci 10/6/2012
It's hard to look into the mirror only to see ourselves looking back but it's a reality. Solid writing!

Love ya!

Reviewed by D. Vegas 10/6/2012
WoW, Ron, You out did yourself! Excellent writing!

Reviewed by Budd Nelson 10/6/2012
what a write of thoughts to ponder later, and again
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 10/6/2012
Yep. You're cruising with down Truthful Boulevard, Ron, in this one. Heehee, and I can only say, heehee, amen! awomen too.
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader) 10/6/2012
Well, this is surely your trump card poem of poems, Ron. I think this well-crafted verse is of great substance and not a little nonsense. I admire that first stanza. It sets the stage for your delivery. Five start line for me is: "To get the heat outside ourselves." That just gleams. ~~ Diana

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