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Below are the all-time best Kari Mitchell poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Our Earth

A sad
miracle 
of existence
in spite of our waste and
squander.
           
Our home
recycles
herself and cries
for complete renewal
and peace.

While we
reject our
first mandate to 
care for and nurture all
of her.

*Cinqku: 2-3-4-6-2 syllables
*Meant for the Stuff contest (sponsored by Thomas Martin), but I was too late. :(

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His Recurring Rumble

Oh no! Again she’s been hijacked!
Woe to me, for though her shell is the same:
Dainty and fair; she’s turned a raging maniac!
A blubbering bear and volatile flame
I let the anger subside and the angel come back
to enjoy another month of my dame. 



**For the Quatret Contest**

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Dear Jesus

Thank you for my puppy.
She never yells or leaves
She is always there for me
to sit, or play, or just to be
as if she knows my needs.

You knew that I would need her
for these lonely, angry days
to clutch and cry into her fur
outside with the blue bird
while inside, their voices raise.

Why does he have to be so mean?
It’s not her fault; she did no wrong!
He says he loves You, so make him see
what he’s doing to our family.
He hasn’t been with us that long!

He listens to You, God make him hear
make them stop, make them love;
close his mouth and open his mind, eyes, and ears
You’ve done it before, (please) do it here
make them like my puppy dog.

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Sunset Years

The one and only Master painter
gathers His colossal tools
and works all day
blending
mixing
enough color, moisture, light
Blowing clouds in, just so
Tirelessly, effortlessly
dovetailing all movements
for a sunset of exquisite beauty.

Old eyes have seen His hands
brush strokes line his face
and he tells of dovetailed
moments and years
waiting to bask in the glory of his own
sunset dear.

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Psalm 130: Hope

Hope (Ps 130, Col 2:13-15)


Out of the dark I call
“Covenant Faithful One—Ruler of All,
hear my cry,
for You are Sovereign—not I.”

My dark depths of despondency
press down deep the decrees upon me—
hard on my head
so that I’m filled with fear and dread.

But lo!  A light of love,
blazing eternally bright above,
burning away the ashes of my deeds
beautifully terrific display—never to be made of me!

Forever forgiveness from The Faithful!
With hope I await, awake—full
of whispers of His freedom word:
faithful love, abundant redemption, fully restored!

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A Gift From Heaven

After a long day of thinking, the...................Cats
lurk up on my belly and begin.......................Purring
towards where my soul lies deeply tucked......Away.
What was it that held me captive all day?......Sorrow
chilled me sore, but no more........................Are
those thoughts in me. No............................Doctors
could excavate that lump of dread................From
my sick spirit, but it left when I prayed to......Heaven.

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A Prayer

I desire to have Your heart,
               walk in the Spirit,
               reflect your glory, and
               rest in Your sufficiency. 
Instead, I too often wander by the whims of my momentary emotions,
                            reflect the darkness from which You saved me, and
                            remain unsettled until I collapse in exhaustion.

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Childhood

The volume of all of life's channels is turned up
loud, but not loud enough.
The actors are in the ever present
but the viewers watch in fast forward

complaining all the while 
      that the characters act like the children they are 
but they grow up too fast.
      that she doesn't know what's behind the door
and yet mourn when she's all too well-versed.

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The Pain of Shame For Good Gain

Facing my Father’s feathery eye.
Racing away to enshroud my shame.
Both have been me, and now I know why
Now I can see; His love brightens my blame
only to wash it away and leave dry
a perfectly pure and snowy-white name

**I wanted to submit this to the quatret contest as well, but I decided to test the more humorous "His Recurring Rumble" instead.  This one is by far closer to my heart and style.**

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Wet Fires: Five Lines

My heart’s tears fall to extinguish its flame.

that burns for true living

And yet laments, for fear and doubt came

and called such a goal a fanciful thing.

Thus I cry and reduce this blaze to a mere sputtering