A 'Lil Help Please.

I've had 2 lines of poetry written in a note book for quite literally years!

And they've been driving me crazy all that time because i can't seem to follow them on with something i am even remotely pleased with.


So,as i can do nothing with them,anyone on here is welcome to have a crack at it.

Through the howling winds comes the thing we fear most,
They descend with Fire,the Spirit and the Holy Ghost....

From the member ziggystar60,who can't post in this forum.





Thumbs up from me.

Through the howling wind comes the thing we fear most,
They descend with Fire, the Spirit, and the Holy Ghost . .

Some on horseback, some afoot,
Some ablaze with burning soot,
Shrouded Angels all for sure,
Here because there is no cure, . . .for death.

They've come to get me, but I won't go,
Their howling winds do crave my soul,
Can someone help me drive them back ?
Tis not courage but time I lack.

I'm scared to death . .of dying.

Very impressive.
Many thanks for posting.

reply to post by jakyll

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Through the howling winds comes the thing we fear most,
They descend with Fire, the Spirit and the Holy Ghost
Its dark, its dreary and it rocks me to the Core,
All the things in this life I thought I was; so much more

When Judgement comes, I'll stand on these two feet
I'll accept my punishment, as he would have it be
I'll get up off my knees, I'll look straight ahead
I wont regret the path I chose, or the Life I have led

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I don't know if you were going for a religous aspect there...lol but thats kind of where I took it.

- Carrot

The religious style was my idea,but for those who are interested in this thread,they can use it how they want.

I like your's too.All the posts i've got so far i'm like,'well brain why couldn't you do something like that.' lol.



This is from pieman,who can't post in this forum.




A star for him.If i could.lol.


[edit on 19-11-2008 by jakyll]

Hey, Jakyll! This is my first post in this forum. Since you had a spiritual style in mind, you should be able to pick up on the hidden imagery in the following. I took your opening without altering it to describe the 'darkness' for the first segment then altered it slightly to describe the 'dawn' portion.

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DARKEST BEFORE DAWN

Through the howling winds comes the thing we fear most,
They descend with Fire, the Spirit, and the Holy Ghost.

When it appears human hearts are waxing cold
Tales of war and woe are all that are told.

And the terror seems like an infinite night
With not even the mercy of pale moonlight.

But as I watch and pray
I know there'll come a day
When the sun will rise and drive the night away.

With the morning sun comes what we hoped for most.
It ascends with Fire, the Spirit, and the Holy Ghost.

In the distance radiates the approaching dawn
And the mountains veiled in shadow yawn.

Earth, man, and beast cast their gaze to the skies
To bask in the warmth of the redeeming sunrise.

I, too, can feel it near
The Son will soon appear
To shine His light and drive the night away.

Through the howling winds comes the things we fear most,
They descend with Fire,the Spirit and the Holy Ghost....
All from another time and space from that other place

Their fire burns with the anger of a trillion or more souls
Spirit rises because without it there is no cry for freedom
But within the spirit there is no father, or son or holy ghost

This trinity is where it get lost in dogma and contradiction
Christian fiction missing the point that religion is the problem
God doesn't want us to fear anything....

Through the howling wind comes life and we create drama
I embrace life. Make the best of it. It comes out pretty good
The wind is whatever you want it to be. You created it










[edit on 22-1-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

reply to post by jakyll

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Through the howling winds comes the thing we fear most,
They descend with Fire,the Spirit and the Holy Ghost
Love so terrible, so mighty, so all consuming,
hinders my life, my dreams need resuming.
What is real, absolute, total, hope of ages,
Won't take His words from my life's pages.

Leave me alone to life boring and dreary,
such vastness of love leaves me nothing but weary!
Let me hide in the lukewarm arms of the flesh,
pretending each conquest my soul can refresh.
Give me baubles and banquets, banal boring banter,
a cadaverous crawl, no celestial canter.

But still they descend, draw my gaze to the sky,
soul rebels from within with a hope reaching sigh.
Awe-full they come: burning, fulling, refining,
Conquering all, two heart's fast entwining.
Love is dreadful, fearful, howling, confusing,
I'm glad it is mine, for far worse the refusing.

reply to post by jakyll

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Through the howling winds comes the thing we fear most,
They descend with Fire,the Spirit and the Holy Ghost....
The darkness envelops everything that lies in it's way,
Never again shall you see the bright light of Day.

Creatures of land; fish of the sea,
Everything that is... ceases to be.
Up becomes down; east becomes west,
You feel your last breath, escape from your chest.