25 Poems - Poems about 25

Psalm 25:1 The Valley of Desolation

In the Valley of Desolation all seemed lost.
Denying self and following Christ has great cost.
He had a plan before He created the world;
His plan complete before the universe unfurled.
His ageless will was He would become fully man
And save His chosen ones through His eternal plan.
Ever, ever will He save those trusting in him.
Never, never will

The Masnavi of Giti and Saeed - Part 24, 25 and 26

Part Twenty-Four — The Fifth Cupbearer's Song

O Saqi, one glance—show mercy here,
And heal this wound with wine so clear.

Fill up the cup for we are dry,
Drunk with desire that makes us sigh.

That cup like chalice of the kings,
Whose breath brought joy to all good things.

A draught that when it's poured for any,
Banishes sorrow, heals so

Quiet Lights Escape-Hiku 25-

Written: July 4th, 2025, for Brian Strand

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Summer Hiku 25

                      Summer Hiku 25


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	gentle and soft p ~u ~r ~r ~s of love~

		f –e –e –l –I –n –g -s of freedom. 

A Judgment Day Dialogue: Matthew 25 for 2025

And the Lord will say to them on Judgment Day,
“I was hungry, and you defunded my food aid programs.
I was thirsty, and you rolled back drinking water protections.
I was a stranger, and you snatched me and deported me.
I was naked, and you gave tax breaks to billionaires.
I was sick, and you cut Medicaid and Medicare.
I

hiku 25

an arched rainbow

but, for a moment

again,

                     I paint...

Suture - Apr 25

The subtle thread which mends a laceration
is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind
disreconciled horizons, disentwined
by words sharper than the knives of damnation.

Then, even once that painful separation
is closed, there’s still so much left to attend
to,—wash the wound, put bandages, amend
echoes saddled with righteous indignation. 

A stitch is but the means of tying tight
the gasping

25 Years Of Health And Friendship

You’ve been my doctor for the past 25 years.
You’ve been there for all the small things like a sneeze or cough.
We’ve had times of laughter, but also shed a few tears.
The times that I didn’t feel well, you wouldn’t back off.

Even while on your vacation, you would call me,
Just to see how I was doing

9-12-25-7-2

I think I loved the you Before
Isn't that awful, baby?
You've worked so hard
So long
Clawing desperately toward a version
Of yourself only you could see.
I admired your efforts
Fondly watched your warming ashes,
But my heart grew heavier
Each day,
With every improvement.
Isn't that awful, baby?
I loved you Before--
We were shattered pieces in a crooked frame,
And I was never stupid, but

The Smut - Mar 25,26

I sense here some things sinister—a scent
of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit;
a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; 
a warm spell spilling from some seething vent;

I find now some things filthy—foul ferment
foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit
discharging fetid, festering, sour spit; 
malignant mold in cold, cracking cement;

So languid, loath, obtuse I trepidate
on into the

taxes '25

(It’s that vernal, infernal, tax season. How about a tax avoidance vignette? It’s poetic—in it’s own way)

Some students at a table near us in the dining hall were discussing America’s financial inequities. One guy was saying that we ought to “tax the crap” out of billionaires and their billions—and there was agreement all around—the consensus

Means and Ends

Means and Ends

Rare earth.
Raw nerves.
Who needs diplomacy
  when he can have good TV?

Administration '25

They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.

They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.

I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys 
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.

class of 25

If freshman year was aspirational
and sophomore year was unhinged
junior year was put up or shut up
and senior year is a dash to the finish line

This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps
every to-do list has value-laden questions
things seem sharp edged, single use and intense
it’s all about trajectories and ‘landing spots”

Let’s wax poetic..

Produce now, or spend

P-C Poems Numbers 25 and 26

Challenge Poem # 24
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