Best Abide Poems
How far away the winds have blown
So many of the loves I’ve known
So many of the seasoned hearts
That cradled me through stops and starts
So far away the scattered leaves
In thoughts upon a breast that heaves
For love as I now reminisce
So needed at a time like this
When feeling loosened and untied
As flowers, one by one, have died
And gardens filled of what I know
Feel likely not to ever grow
Yet winds may blow to spread the seed
Again to flourish all I need
Once love begins, it will remain
Another life then to regain
And with me, I am not alone
For love, that has to me, been shown
Will always be here by my side
No matter how the winds abide
wind always knows
it limitation
as it writes its swirling
scripts upon threadbare roof.
lamentations for the
fields of empty prairies
as the dry leaves rustle
in strings of grass…
i do not know
my boundaries
the geographical shapes
of my darkness
for life
has been left empty
with only a puppy
of narrowness
to feed
scraps of plain verse too
how the tail wagged for years
as empty …
i light candles
like images on the window
of my smile
for the sputter of light
is much more reassuring
than the breathless darkness.
i recite my own alphabets
that i have
hidden in the mysteries of my throat
and marvel as the moonlight passes
through the simple words
the trellises of upper
and lower case
shades i have formed
with my craftless hands
and letters
speak upon the glass
of outside
like frost
for i have found my true words
and they fit my squalor
with a strength of calmness
for darkness cannot
abide in smallness
so it leaves me
as the darkest raven
ever imagined…
Will Abide
What would life be like today, Hear every person as they try to say, They were
failures because of me; God here are my prayers with this plea.
Oh God see me for what I have been; Full of folly locked into sin, As it follows
me from door to door, Until I can't stand it anymore.
If life I lived I could only replace, You would find a smile on my face; My life to
God is now dedicated; No longer what I do will be ill-fated.
Joy will fill my very heart and soul, And what ended up being my greatest goal,
Is knowing God is always at my side, And in me will continue to abide.
A GLORIOUS WORK
A glorious work shall be done
Thru my blessed Lord.
A wondrous work within my soul,
A work beyond reward.
Not I shall do this work, I know.
‘Tis in His power alone.
Yet, when I give myself to Him
Through me His love is shown.
Oh, do this glorious work in me.
I pray Your will I’ll do.
Let only You be seen in me,
Thus, I abide in You.
Then I shall show Your wondrous love
To all within my sphere,
And when You come to take me home
The words “well done” I’ll hear.
I won’t deserve Your thanks, dear Lord,
But this one thing I know,
The abundant grace You give to me
Is more than I can show.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Wind whispered and chilled my soul
Said it was time to go
Over the great divide
Back to where my fathers abide
Where souls wait for those who come
To where time begun
Wind whispered and we fly
Back to where my fathers abide
To the land of wind and shadow
Wind whispered it was time to go
With the souls of times gone by
Back to where my fathers abide
Have you held an awareness deep inside
Gripping emptiness you managed to hide
Emotions spinning like a carnival ride
But to giving in you would never abide
Life can hit us hard
Time will never stop
Watch for every step
Prepare for any drop
Disregard negativity
Invite risky chances
Be unlike the cliché
Tempt second glances
For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.
For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps with tomato and lettuce
hangs out with eggs, hard boiled and soft
mocks the ten condiments
bathes in the sinful seven
is prideful
lusts after
the last greed filled bite
of gluttony
provokes the envy
of slothful
greasy lust.
Ah, bacon
you grease the skids
of dietary destruction
stalk the fat cells
of cellulitic cravings
tempt the tendrils of scent
with your aphrodisial aroma
inducing a pheromonal fling.
Oh bacon
you promiscuous panderer
curvaceous little porker
I believe
I trust
I lust
in and after your truth.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2019
Enticed of love’s glove on sandy beach
Enhanced of love two lover’s beseech
~Sand between the toes
~Graceful love thus glows
Love’s advice in the wind…they seek each!
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As ripple tide to the moon has not lied
By two lover's bide, two soul wills confide
~Amidst suds of salt
~Soul loves finds not fault
Like water the bride flows in the groom’s pride
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From beginning dawn of celestial blue
True love’s marriage, clever, is never through
~Two lover’s sweet stroll
~Twilight’s blue is gold
Love’s current, no deterrent, pitching woo
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Written by John Moses Freeman
For and in honor of Linda Marie
And contest:
Limericks crochetés : Once an Outlaw wished to abide by the Law
Once an Outlaw wished to abide by the Law
He married sister to Officer Law -
Then he went to college
Now lawyer in village :
His in-law divorced to marry Outlaw !
He took her case up to Appeal Court
The judges pronounced the divorce naught
So she joined the husband
To form the In-Law bund
To trap couples in marriages fraught
He thus named his law firm : In-Law & Co :
Specialists on marriages broken by law -
His clients were divorced
Payment by cheque not forced :
Outlaws lawyers in-laws knocked on his door !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
When I was dewy-eyed I dreamt of love,
of a kind of love fit for a virgin
for whom romance betrays no vice or sin--
or for God to curse and speak evil of.
But I, rebuked and reviled as from above
by Providence, lost as Misfortunes won;
Having quit all hope for love's boon, I spun
myself astray on the wings of Lust's dove
into the rough lap of a subtle whore,
a strumpet to whom I gave my purity
who mocked me and then grinned with the three-score
more she's had,--I howled, "What cruel irony!"
But so long as life, breath and hope abide,
love will come; and when it comes--it'll provide!
There is a Place where mortal man is enclosed by the divine
Where weak frame is suffused with power
Where the heart burns with passion,
a deep hunger induced
A compelling drive,
a Yearning that beggar’s description
The beckoning of the soul
To fulfil mandate in time,
There is a Place of longing
A fire from within and a quickening of this feeble frame,
There is a spirit, whose influence overmasters man
There is an igniting frame, a tongue of fire, a strength so divine.
A man beyond man
There is a realm where all the powers of man cannot operate
There is a presence so igniting
A force that gives wings to men
There is a current so gripping
There is a wisdom beyond the citadel of learning
There is an unmurmuring serenity that freezes the soul of man
A constant submission to the divine will
The awe and glimpse into the realms
And these moments, Oh how swift its wings
There is a garment so pure,
There is a Power so real
There are no imitation there.
When I was dewy-eyed I longed for sex,
a kind of sex fit for a male virgin
who lusts for the head of a fair maiden
regardless of what may then transpire next;
but my quest for this sex became a hex
and so I bedded a rough whore in sin
instead and succumbed to the act often
like a sex-starved satyr or male T. rex!
“O God, wherefore have I spoiled my body!?”
I pined and now rued the loss of purity
and was aware of lapse from the inside
and the lessons of this true irony.
But so long as breath, life and God abide;
Redemption saves despite that I have died.
JEKYLL-AND- HYDE ABIDE
smiling my charmed smile targeting the façade of
obligatory expectations to those who would care
to see the hidden agenda of a perfect mime muse
speaking my learned lingo directly into hearts of
stone softening slur and lies they strive to deny
with brittle anguished shriek the disguise I try
Hyde splinters and reverses its swift purpose
my breath runs off its track in a missed heart
beat now stuck and struck as arms and legs
lay lame by constant screaming in this head
my anger absorbs taut terrors inward torments
while the next bender of Benzo’s fights the X…x
factor in placid restitution and perfectly refutes
tornados of emotion that demolish control with
appease as stage is set for another Jekyll arrival
©Kim van Breda—May 2014
For today I am here,
Tomorrow shall appear,
Though I yearn to be with Thee, Lord.
In Thy grace I abide
Through life’s valley’s I stride,
Lost within my foolish pride.
When darkness fills the day,
I seldom kneel to pray
To ask Thee for support.
I look up to the sky
And I want to know, why?
Where then is my Lord?
I say.
On my own I’m alone
Terrified I hide,
I run from Thee away.
But, when all seems at its worst
You come to me first,
Through the solace of Your Word.
You rid from me forever
The chains of sin, You sever
In Your righteousness, I am clothed.
No deed of my own,
By faith in You alone
Do I place my confidence.
As I sleep soundly this night,
May I wake in Your light, refreshed
To greet a new day.
TO PAIN I MUST ABIDE
When the sun is up to her best
My hope is to have my scars justified
And when darkness arrives in haste
My hope is to thrust the pain aside
But if all that I confide in fail to provide the tide way
When I am floating with tide,
My zeal becomes stultified
And I realize to pain;
I MUST ABIDE
I bite the bullet every time my scars get wide
And I strive to pryde
The misery from my inside
But in agony column I ride
Yet every time I try to wrest the pain from every side
I collide with the truth that to pain;
I MUST ABIDE
Mbabazi Stellah