Best Be Well Poems
Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be well
With him, for they shall eat the fruit of their doings.
-Isaiah 3:10
Though peace your soul is denied
But your heart seeks many a things well
Hear ye the word of the lord
"It shall be well with you"
Though sorrow your home reside
And thy pain comes with the day
Hear ye the word of the lord
"It shall be well with you"
When darkness has passed away
And a new day has come your way
This is what the lord had said
"It shall be well with you"
When the sun's sleep begin
And the stars are out in grace
This is what the lord had said
"It shall be well with you"
Though thy shame be great indeed
And your name has a date with pain
If thy hope remains in God
"It shall be well with you"
So a poor wage you endure
But an entrepreneur you long to become
If thy hope remains in God
"It shall be well with you"
When you are ailing
So Am I
When you are weak
So Am I
Your bright eyes become dull
Your cheerful face, sadden from feeling illness
You slump in the bed, curled in a ball.
No energy to walk, talk not even to crawl.
But taking care of you is all I live to do.
I'll 'nurse' in your illness, as you are too weak to move.
Be well my sweetheart
Be strong again
I pray that your ailing feeling with dissipate
Leaving me time to celebrate you, and your health
All is well when you are happy and full of life again.
Hey dude be polite close your jaw
I know women’s breasts bring us awe
Some cravings are strong
But this is plain wrong
For those two belong to my ma
It shall be well
It shall be well
Is my favorite song
For i have been waiting
Far too long
But what else can i say
Than to be strong
Working tirelessly
Without a penny
Laboring in pain
And all the effort
Gone down the drain
The city is washed away
By the heavy rain
Our struggle in vain
But what else can i say
Than to be strong
It shall be well
Is my favorite song
There is an angel looking down on me
Smiles with approval and flutters her wings
Picks up her heavenly harp and she sings
I hear her sweet melody, drift on the wind
And I know,
All will be well
There is an angel looking down on me
Drifting along on a cotton wool cloud
Always protecting me and ever so proud
I sometimes catch her essence in the breeze
And I know,
All will be well
There is an angel looking down on me
Always so caring and so full of love
Once my soul mate on Earth, now in Heaven above
She often comes to visit, in my dreams
And I know,
All will be well
Three eyes to see,
With no tongue to speak,
Confined to glass rooms of mournful reminiscing,
Bereft of purpose in her scientific boutique,
Isolated by the thunder that shook her stone cabin,
Oblivious to her sanctification as a relic of a lost civilization.
Olfactory overload,
Where is the good doctor,
That cared for her so,
A tragedy that the bombs served as his reminder,
Of mankind's fragility,
Surrendering his freedom to an underground cellar,
As the leader of this nefarious laboratory,
Built to conduct pathogenic experiments on the hapless Vault dwellers.
Either oblivious or sincere,
She's still as perky as can be,
Every aspect of science she beholds to revere,
Despite the nuclear catastrophe,
She's my single ray of sunshine,
In this dreadful prison,
A year round valentine,
Undeterred by my ambivalent moral intentions,
For giving her consciousness,
Beyond fundamental boundaries,
Of my unscrupulous business,
To whom you've sworn fealty,
From this day forth,
I release you from my service,
Authorizing any function that seeks to abort,
Your dependency on my moral capriciousness.
Through flesh and fuse,
We were bound by profession,
But as your new-found father I refuse,
Any ambiguity concerning your complete independence,
To love a machine,
Who would dare,
But that must not be the strangest thing,
Going on up there,
Alas that my life is ending,
Leaving her without any reliable care,
Or pleasant company,
So please, whomever finds this,
Take of mon cheri,
After I impart a final kiss,
On my beautiful daughter Curie.
Totto andrà bene
The wind was cold
The sun warmed me
I sweated under the sweater
While, also, feeling cold
I saw it painted on a stone
“All will be well”
A girl drew a rainbow on the pavement
A long, black, car drove towards the chapel
I met an old lady; at high noon
We talked about; “Totto andrà bene”
Her hair was unkempt; due to Corona
She was, at last, on her way; to her hairdresser
All will not; be well
You cannot go home; go home to your past
You cannot complain
On your death certificate
You can say you want “All shall be well”
“All shall be well”; on your tombstone
I saw an old lady
Appearing from the hairdresser’s door
She looked at herself in the window
She touched her hair; like a touch from above
I could see her, in my mind, as a young woman
“All is well”
with you all shall be well
it's no sooner than today
what matter s where you dwell?
wether in the cave or bay
God's presence abounds everywhere
His blessings and joy shall meet you anywhere
give your song a sweet voice
when you have no reason to sing
make joy your only choice
and your heart shall leap with a wing
if your way be darken
and your path filled with thorns
just gaze right into heaven
your help shall come with funs
no fiery tale for me to tell
when the world looks like a hell
listen as this voice rings like a bell
that through Jesus's love,all shall be well
When it be well-enough
Let it lie, leave it be,
Lest idle it, vex it be.
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31 July 2017
"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken"
Quote by _Constance La France
All will be well in near future
If I keep coming close to you darly
Because I understand your importance
In this journey of life.
I keep trying my best to break a big way
As you can see this small
Progress through my capacity
As a man of good visions.
I will seem hypocrite
If I don't recognise
Your importance
To me publicly
And keep praising you secretly.
You can be the only
Reason to live in this small city
May be I could be visiting big world cities.
Keep sharing advices
Answer my preoccupations sometimes
But living with you under the same roof,
It is my best prayer to God.
May 15/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
Have you seen my children?
I said, No,
Thank you, she said, but
I left them in the house, and
Now I can't find them.
Fast, go to the station, and
Make your case,
She took heed, and went.
Another day she returned,
My friend, she called, the will
Of the enemies shall not manifest
In your life,
In the name of Jesus,
I said Amen,
She thanked me, and left.
Her thanks was regardless to
Our former meeting, but culture,
How beautiful?
Another day, I caught her,
Dropping some crumbs of bread,and
Palm oil in two separate bowls
In my doorstep.
Other days, I saw her
Eating filth, and
Singing cheerfully as she dined.
Yesterday, she sat on the side of
The road talking her chest bare,
I stood on, and listened;
She was preaching the Gospel of Truth, and
She does so every morning.
O Merciful!
Lift now the burden ladened on
This precious soul.
dedicated
Marsha D. Arnold from California
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It’s unimportant how old you are,
because I see in you the girl,
who looks at the world trustfully
through alert eyes.
Until now, you have been able
to be surprised and admired,
to take offence and cry
in your beautiful, merry, or sad stories.
Yes, you are actually
an adult girl with a gentle soul,
You are a girl who has
Belief, hope and a lot of love
In your heart.
My dear! You should feel happy,
because you have a fortress,
where you can always hide
from troubles, excitements and bad problems.
That fortress is your family, your imagination,
and your wonderful stories.
And I give you now magic words,
« It all will be well in your life!»
All shall be well
is repeated followed by
all manner of things..
Julian give assurance
from her experience
knowing now that
all manner of things
rising as thought
and perception
are fleeting and that
in which they arise
is already well..
our simple task
is to recognize
that...
“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
? Julian of Norwich
The more I try to keep in the more I feel cold
Let me open up and let the story be told
My childhood was really rough
I cannot believe I made it through all of this stuff
I felt like I was trapped inside of a cage
Trying to dodge the uncontrollable rage
On pins and needles I had to walk
I couldn’t show emotion or freely talk
Now my problems are truly deep
I often nocturnal or cry myself to sleep
This wasn’t the life that I chose
I’ve had to live with it and bury all of my woes
Growing up this way was so unkind\
I lock it all away in the back of my mind
These secrets someday I will have to tell
I wonder if I will ever be well
I wrote this one after someone opened up to me. I hope their life gets better
In the silent night,
Distant from the rays of light,
Are my thoughts as stars,
Beautiful yet disorganized.
Seeming unreachable!
Mumbling within my soul,
Are those aims that might be disowned,
Decades have gone by,
My desires are still stocked,
Fighting to see the daring world.
Days have gone by,
Years have passed by,
The future is waiting for its turn
To make and leave a mark.
"Will a beautiful life grace its presence?"
Sounds a distant whisper in my heart.
I anticipate the future,
But fear wants me tortured.
Making me doubt the unborn,
"Will it be bright"?
I long to see it shinning,
Furnished with significance,
And spiced with happiness.
"All will be well"
A poem by the one that wants to outdo.
A chant from the heart that long to be great.
Through the deepest thoughts,
And the faintest sigh,
Abba says, "all will be well."
@Nobleone