Tag: poem

  • The End of America

    God gave me a visionI told my friendsAnd I received much derision America’s fate is sealedIt is in fact doomedA nuclear holocaust is promised On America like rainICBM nukes will fallThis vision drove me insane Fifty million dead from abortionCried out to God for justiceNow comes retribution by Zachary Uram(c) 2023

  • Babylon the Harlot

    Here is a free verse poem I’ve written based on Revelation 17. It identifies a great nation Babylon the Harlot who will be utterly destroyed by God. It is my assertion that in fact America is this same Babylon prophesied in Holy Scripture. Below is my poem. ALL IS DESTROYED AND LOST IN THE NUCLEAR…

  • Belly Smacking Forever

    I smack my belly at night It is such a delight I smack it during the day As I yell hip-hip-hooray Smacking my belly is the way to go I smack it fast and I smack it slow Smacking my belly will never go out of style I’ll smack it the extra mile Smacking my…

  • Altered States Don’t Define Me

    I am quite insaneI have a corrupted brainMy neurotransmittersAre out of syncIt affectsThe way I thinkSome days I’m inA dark malaiseYet, in despairLike hymn writerWilliam CowperChrist – I do praiseSome days I’m onA manic highI need sanityTo come nighAt times I haveTerrifying psychosisYet my mindRemains precociousSometimes I’m delusionalThat is quite unusualI may meow like a…

  • Freedom in Christ

    In the dawnOf the new millenniumI lost my sanityChaos reignedIn my mindDisconnected thoughtsVoices in my headMy eyes deceived meHallucinations aboundedI slowlyBecame very depressedAlmost lostThe will to liveBut at my lowestWith a fracturedMindI found ChristWaiting for meChoosing meTo saveTo adoptHe is nowAnd forever shall beMy GodMy LordAnd my SaviorGlory to God By Zachary Uram(c) 2023

  • A Doxology

    Now praise the FatherAnd the SonWith the Holy SpiritThree in One We give to YouOur highest praiseWe shall worship YouAll our days Christ ransomed usFrom eternal perditionYou cannot be savedBy your own volition We are saved byGrace aloneIt was ChristWho did atone God chose His electBefore the world’s foundationIt was totally by His good pleasureThis…

  • Untitled poem by my sister Vi

    When I visited,my Grammaalwayssmiledat meandI always yelled,“Hi Gramma!”My Dadwould besitting onthe flowered couch,bothered bythe hot weather,the Pirateswere on,the overhead fanwhirredbutit wasso hotit reallydidn’t helpmuchandafter I sat therefor a while,my dear Grammawould yell (because the TV was so loud),“Hey Vi – go to the cellarand get a pop!”my Dadprotested,and Grammaalways said,“Aww, Joey,let Viget a pop! It’s…

  • My Dear Sister Vi

    You help my backWhen it goes out of whack You are so kind and sweetYou can’t be beat You cook me delicious foodIt always puts me in a good mood You do my laundry without complaintTruly, you are a saint My dear PosieYou make my life so rosy My days are blueWithout you You shop…

  • My Fractured Mind

    I lost my mind you seeYes, it happened to me Twas a score and threeYears ago, since I began my misery I was struck down in my primeIt happened in an instant of time One day I woke up hearing voicesMy mind was in pieces Visual hallucinations followed soonI was now a loon I was…

  • My Journey to the Mountain

    Leaving the warmth of my homeI set outEarly in the morningSunriseA 6 day trekUp and back down the mountainIt’s late DecemberSnow is 3 feet deepGood thing I have snow shoesMy pack is 30 pounds of suppliesI have Ol’ RedMy .44 Magnum lever action rifle with attached scopeThe stock is red cedar woodPlenty of game to…