Best Behold Poems
Behold Death
Behold Death in your loving arms.
Embrace it as you would the loved
one who passed…entering another
realm, as they are still hovering near
and can hear, see and feel
your grieving emotions.
You may not be able to visualize
them, but may sense their presence.
Feel the comfort they are trying
to offer by crossing the boundaries of
linear time from one realm to the next
in the beauty that residing divinely on
the other side affords us.
We are able to sense their essence of
spirit that will remain with us always
until we too join them in their existence
that has no limitations and is bound only
by collective souls living in harmony.
Behold Death in your loving arms.
10-13-18
~Poem of the Day October 15, 2018~
Thank you Poetry Soup Team and Members.
she hums a tune so joyful
that all the songbirds hush
her countenance so lovely
that all the flowers blush
her gown such shimmering glory
it makes the stars grow dim
and all her lambent radiance
she wears because of him
January 2, 2019
White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.
White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail.
With wistful EYES I watched him RISE; the dawning sun
Aloft, he TREAD, golden wings SPREAD, and day had begun
Above the GLADE, he was robed in a SHADE of palest pink
I wrote a RHYME before the drying TIME of my indigo ink
My eyes SQUINTED to skies blue TINTED, I watched him soar
Eager to ABSORB the heat of the ORB, he warmed every pore
With my need SATED, I was ELATED and stood quietly in place
Cheeks of peach BLUSH, the sun's BRUSH painted on my face
Then he DISAPPEARED, and as I FEARED, grey clouds hovered
I was FILLED with remorse, and CHILLED once he was covered
I called to the WIND and he THINNED the dark overcast skies
So I could BEHOLD the sun of GOLD before tears filled my eyes
Call it a WHIM, but I must search for HIM throughout the day
Across MEADOWS, I live in SHADOWS; my life in sad disarray
until his vibrant LIGHT is within my SIGHT, I dwell in sadness
But when his rays BEAM at me, I SEEM suffused with gladness
As twilight BLOOMED, I was CONSUMED with apprehension
I could not PREVENT the sun's DESCENT nor quell my tension
Tonight I BELIEVE I will GRIEVE until he rises again at dawn
When I will GREET his SWEET warmth, shining upon my lawn.
I cannot EXPLAIN the depth of PAIN I feel when he is asleep
It's a VAGUE mystery; but a PLAGUE that causes me to weep
I CONFESSED that I'm OBSESSED; under a spell or incantation
Tell me FRIEND, do I DEFEND or END my sunlight infatuation
November 7, 2020
Joseph May's In Rhymes Sublime Contest
Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to graze with the deer, dear
the tree never falls silently
lizards scatter, birds scurry to flight
i could never buy into falling silence
let alone fate of Galileo's descending weights
church theologians preferring an atheist Aristhrottle
forgive me for being sententious dear
no pity for Cyrano
the hidden Darcy
in another failed Benedick in port
without Dante's delusions
love with no embrace
Service, woman, a slightly tainted saint
Tennyson's wound that never heals
Petrarch, Augustine, it grows insane
ah the vicissitudes, where was i
yes, leaving metaphors and literate men
your laughter starts in those ignescent eyes
ignition, brush fires of rippling ballerinas
facial muscles lost in abandonment
to some elfish music i see, never hear
lips widening, bursting rubaiyat pandemonium
i adore your infectious risibility
it is your amatory smile i love most
demure, candles gamboling in the moonlight
i am a moth lost in the flames
of your demanding timidity
it is then i see in your eyes
the dove gracing your hands
the beast who serves your lust
this is why the Norsemen
fear nothing but women
swords once ready, berserkers, Odin
now lie silent volcanoes in my heart, Freya
the seas are without headstones
and i am wondering again terricolous
all of this are the clouds overhead
it is the heavens i see in your eyes
not the red dawn i fear
we see the jungle, its' song, inevitable war
the struggle to stand in the light
possibly besotted, erratum
the seas have long not cared
with you, i learn, heal
we are undeniably humanity
we are paradise lost
the hells of yesterday
need not rule the heavens of today
your arms gravid with red sunsets
fill my deepest hopes of all morrows
its' ultimate price is gladly paid
Miramar 94 The Patient Stones
Revised 5/22 OKC
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Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 Is Not What It Seems
there are certain words in here common in 19th Century literature that always remind me....besotted with Jane Austen
Atop a walnut table with ebonised legs
Sat a Victorian brooch, white and red.
She wore diamonds and rubies brilliant and bright,
That sparkled within all sources of light.
Bejeweled little butterfly trimmed in gold,
A wonder you are for the eye to behold.
"Am I not beautiful?" inquired the dragonfly,
from its perch on an occasional table nearby.
Dressed in diamonds, rubies, and mounted on gold,
With enameled wing and tail, a dazzling bouton pearl...
It too was a wonder for the eye to behold.
"What about me!" shouted a diamond pendant watch.
"And me!" shouted a brooch with a white paste heart.
"What about me?" inquired a flower, art nouveau...
"Enough! shouted a disgruntled Cameo,
dressed in pearls, diamonds, rubies, and gold.
"We all are wonders to behold!"
Behold the splendor of another magnificent fall!
Every tree is adorned with a resplendent shawl!
All the trees have shed their abundant foliage of jade;
Umber leaves now - they once provided welcome shade.
The ancient Harvest Moon flaunts its ever mellow glow,
Inviting intimate tete-a-tetes for romantic souls below!
Frantic squirrels scurry about hiding their winters' fare,
Unrelenting in their quest since winter frosts are in the air!
(Lawns are carpeted with gold and crimson leaves to be raked!)
Flocks of geese wing their way south by the multitudes,
As they seek friendlier climes in the southern latitudes!
Limbs bereft of leaves lift arms beseechingly as if in prayer.
Lyricists, tho' gifted you may be - describe the beauty of fall if you dare!
Entry for John Hamilton's " Beautiful Fall Poetry" Contest
(11 September 2018)
Behold Him, have a good look
Be in wonder at what you see
He is the holy son of the almighty
Being offered as a sacrifice for
The sin of the world, behold him.
Behold him, have a closer look
Is he not spotless, sinless, gentle
And kind, without any harshness?
He is the holy lamb of the almighty
To behold Him, need Holy Spirit’s help.
Behold him; he is not just a “Lamb”
He is God coming down from heaven
To behold Him in the person of Jesus.
If we had eyes to see his perfection
Everything would be quite different.
Behold him; image quite compelling
Sweet and pure, lambs were offered
As a sacrifice on alter before God
The God offered his own lamb as a
Sacrifice on alter,to take away our sin.
Behold his tortured body on the cross
Freeing us from bondage to sin
Behold the bleeding lamb for our evils
Behold him, calling us to take his yoke
Behold the reigning lamb giving blessings.
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September 19, 2014
Form: Free Verse
First Place Win
Contest: Holy is the Lamb by Verlena Walker
Behold The Lamb of God
Come and see the humble stable in Bethlehem
where the Lamb of God was just born,
Shepherds were feeding their flocks and keeping watch over their sheep
else by wolves and other ravenous animals they might be torn.
And during this one particular night, this Lamb of God
made a quiet yet grand entrance,
in the most meager of setting known to man
it had been a God breathed interference.
Yet, I heard a preacher say,
“where else would a lamb presume to be born?”
surely not in a hospital filled with an educated staff
but where the shepherds would dare to find Him and to adore.
Then it wasn’t so unusual as I used to think
the King of Kings as a baby laying in a stable,
yet King is only one of this awesome God’s names
as in the Lamb of God being His label.
Yes, I am so glad this Lamb chose me to
and to shed His blood for my sins,
for what had I done to deserve such a thing
as salvation bought by the blood of the King of Kings.
And, now, Behold the Lamb of God
who is still seated upon His throne,
and who is soon to come to earth again
and take His blood bought children back to His home.
Written by: Marilyn Jennings
Mary,Miriam by her hebrew name,
Jesus' mum,her well known claim to fame;
A young maiden of reticence and tact,
Her tale ,she sang out ,in Magnificat;
Fled to Egypt to save her son,
Arranged his bar mtizvah, & circumcision done;
Heard & saw many things from the start,
Keeping them secret in her heart;
Remembered by her son ,in her greatest loss,
By these words, uttered from the cross.
Behold The Moment
Behold the moment,the future is here.
Our family is getting bigger every year.
The new child has arrived ,
already loved by all.
Hold this special baby close to you,to
rock away the fears and kiss away
the tears.
Take in every moment ,to share in the joy.
Let me shout from the hill tops so
everyone knows, our new child has all ten toes.
As the years go by and each one grows,
There is a new experince to be had by all.
A play ,a big game or off to college they'll go.
As we let go and they are on their own.
Never fret they'll soon be home.
Down the road ,each child will enlarge the
family with families of their own.
Anne Rutherford
Copyright 2008
Treasured Baby Series.
For Great Granddaughter Tesla.
Behold my pen
that writes and scribbles
and bleeds blue ink
in drips and dribbles.
That crosses paper
in bites and nibbles
and weighs my thoughts
in spite of quibbles.
Words as strange as
this and then.
Letters and numbers
like S and 10.
Thoughts and feelings
I've had before.
Memories waiting
the pen to bore.
Lines as long
as stretching can.
Jots and jolts
where each began.
Loving strokes
to those I send.
Messages made
that they might blend.
All these meanings
from the heart.
Behold my pen.
Their only art.
Behold
Their future,
is in their legs,
those war victims.
Behold! The Wonders of God!
Behold! The wonders of God and his glory on high!
He rules the heavens above!
The earth and sky!
Behold! The glory of God is powerful and evident!
He can do anything! He’s God and is omnipotent!
Behold! His mighty works and his wonders performed!
His is our protector! And a safe shelter in a storm!
Behold! The God who is full of mercy and love!
We can be forgiven by his grace from above!
This God who created everything loves you too!
Giving an abundant life is what he wants to do!
This God is alive today!
And wants mankind to know…
Only he can bring peace
and fulfillment to the soul.
This can be the opportunity for you
to receive him!
He spoke words of life through Jesus.
Will you believe him?
Thank you God for the wonderful
life you bring!
May we trust you to be
the God of EVERYTHING!
By Jim Pemberton 01/06/15
Let's presume all is well
Though we know truly in our minds
That we are still crawling
Like a snail under its shielded carapace.
Let's presume it is well
Though we know we are not yet there
Midst nepotism and bureaucracy politics
In that which our nation is canonized
Furtherance into our country web of hierarchy
Will renounce your reliable imaginations,
Your emotional inappropriate findings,
And your shortsighted quest around time and space.
Believe it or not
Their says must be well felt
Since they are the holder
Of anything go transient tools.
In doubt or not in doubt
Mysteries will sooner than later
Unveil themselves in due time
This is not far from our reach.