Dennis Gobin

Hollis, New York, USA

I am an artist, I do illustration work as a hobby. My regular occupation is carpenter/cabinet maker. I have only a few years in poetry writing. My reasons for writing poetry is to express thoughts and words that says something of quality and importance universal to all.Some of my ideas are from my own personal problems and struggles that help me to put into words.Born in Guyana July 10, 1961 lived in the United States from 1973 onward and citizen of America.I am single, and have a great interest in old movies, music and all styles of artwork, and like to read poetry.Life should not be a labor, but an art to live out. Like love to fellow humans is not a burden, but a way to live.

Righteous Anger

Dark days are coming, to this sinful kingdom.
A hope for the innocent, is to be clear of destruction.
For humans have established, a corrupted system.
In their phase of justice, the innocent is condemned.
Men cannot foresee, their sinful deeds.
For want of power, and excessive greed.
Their ways and motives, will leave desolate.
This planet earth, that the master create.
Of heart and mind, they will not rectify.
This damage they've done, and the God they deny.
If we could turn, from our unholy doings.
We might be saved, from this inevitable ruin.
Unlikely to change, their ignorance and hate.
Humans have learned, to obliterate.
The time is approaching, when the wicked will be.
Ash and stubble, for the righteous to see.
The last thing to know, is the trumpets that sound.
For the coming from heaven, of the Righteous One.

Soul Devotion

The workings of my sorrows,
Is to the better of my soul.
The multitude of errors,
Is of learning to behold.
For rare does a man excel,
In the joy of constant praise.
It's in trouble that character dwells,
Or in the hardship of his days.
So worry not my friend, upon the soul of happiness.
Much better is one with sadness, than a heart of ugliness.
Another time will be, the result of those emotions.
For now the view is real, in the man of true devotion.

A Soldier's View

A war begins when two sides falter
To come to terms on simple matters
When people cannot coincide
On certain objectives it's suicide
Imperfect minds come into dissension
The next move made is uncertain aggression
The first shot fired from bitterness and hate
The other side's willingness to retaliate
Innocent ones taken in violent action
The brave you pretend gives no satisfaction
Destruction surrounds you on every side
Fear begins to take the soldier's pride
When all you witness is wasteful deeds
In mind or flesh you're bound to bleed
They say in a war there are a number of heroes
For in the taking of lives that count is zero
For all the turmoil, misery and pain
Regardless of the outcome there is no gain
War is hell for all involved
When it is finished there is no resolve.