Best Bringing Poems
This sunny morn, a maying we will go.
We seek bright blooms for garlands and our queen.
The best month of the year is here, and so
this sunny morn, a maying we will go
into the woods where wildest blossoms grow.
With baskets in our hands; through fields of green,
this sunny morn, a maying we will go.
We seek bright blooms for garlands and our queen.
We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round.
the queen presiding over all we do,
We‘ll dance and sing with a most joyful sound.
We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round,
and garlands we will make from flowers found,
and for the queen, a crown we’ll fashion too.
We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round.
the queen presiding over all we do.
A king there must be, and he is the one
who races fastest to the Hawthorne tree.
My eye has been upon the baker’s son!
A king there must be, and he is the one
who’ll stay with me until the day is done.
You see, the queen they chose this day is me!
A king there must be, and he is the one
who races fastest to the Hawthorne tree.
(Can't believe I accidentally deleted this one after putting it up the other day)
Come dance with me, my winged escape
and skip the skies in flight
we’ll let the wind lick at our nape
and subtle touch invite.
Our cares we’ll toss to milky moon
and resonate our silky tune-
our cares we’ll toss
our cares we’ll toss
in freedom’s name our love commune.
Come float with me, my winged escape
on billowed waves of blue
we’ll lift the night mist’s heavy drape
and sail on moonbeams through.
This golden eve will whisper dreams
on silver sheets where all it seems-
this golden eve
this golden eve
cascades our love down rushing streams.
Come bloom with me my winged escape
in midnight’s breathless hour
my petals spread ‘neath stardust cape
to nature’s heady power.
We’ll give ourselves to Spring’s last rites
awaken sleeping appetites
we’ll give ourselves
we’ll give ourselves
and Autumn’s zenith expedite.
~Trijian Refrain~ (a fabulous form by Jan Turner)
Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off sweat
She hummed a lullaby to soothe her pain
Praying that the husband would be back soon
Five miles to travel in treacherous weather
Seeking the one doctor for hundreds of miles
Twelve hours of labor now seemed like days.
Fell trees and shaved off roof tops, toppled by whipping winds
Rising rivers were swollen, and flooded make shift roads
Endless rain poured like there would be no end
Meanwhile her unborn child lay bridged as it battled for release
Suddenly the door burst open and the doctor rushed in
His clothes sticking to his skin; there was no time to change
With his palm he felt her forehead asking pertinent questions
He and the old midwife tried manually to turn the exhausted child
At each attempt, mother’s painful cry was heard in the distance
She gave one guttural scream and usherd her baby into the world
The child, born limp, barely breathing as the mid wife took her away
He starred into her eyes, and knew that she was beyond his help
He brought the new born to lie in her mother’s warm arms
The silence was noticeable; the raging storm had passed
The sound of light rain, now a comfort, gently tapped upon tin roof
In a soft, weak voice she called her husband and managed a smile
Then she blessed her child with words from a mother’s heart
“May you be a light, swift as lightning when days grow dark.”
“May you have wisdom and foresight beyond your days”
“May your heart nurture and remain open to love”
“Like rain, may you bring life to all “
“Born this stormy night, your name will be “Rain”.
~*~
By : Audrey Carey
Note: Imagination at work:) Written for Constance's "Rain, The Story" Contest.
My imagination took me to some little village in Africa. This scene is played out in
many villages where health care is non-existent. However, there's always, thanks
to God, a wise, caring "midwife" to help mothers during delivery.
Everyday, countless miracles are performed by God through "midwives"!
Into the soft night you come...
All of your being--past, present and future
Each treasure you eagerly bring
I hold securely within sacred halls
Twinkling stars ablaze in soft, fixed eyes
And hungry hearts murmur within the silence
How the wonder of it all, in that moment
When neither time nor space exists
Luna casts her dazzling light and sighs ever so deeply
While stirring, wild emotions rise like thrashing waves
~*~
6/29/'13
I get up early, that's my way
Gotta bring that chicken home every day
My arms are longing for you, babe
But chicken's all they got
Loads of chicken for you, babe
Bringing home a lot
Better be there waiting, babe
Better be there by the door
If I can't hold on no more
We might have it on the floor
When I bring that chicken home
Better get it on
Better get it cooking, babe
We can get it gone
www.mike-martin.net/Bringing Home the Chicken
A piglet broke free from her pen
She’s pursued by three angry men
Caught by her curly tail
Oh how piggy did wail
Guess he saved the bacon again!
22nd May 2016
When their very young dad went to jail,
they surely lived in a realistic Hell...
I would hear the youngest one cry over an article she read.
Who had taken her daddy away was too cruel;
nothing they said would make her understand,
why didn't the harsh judge break some rule?
The judge's sentence was based on actual fact,
no pleads from the children softened her hard heart as she read the sentence,
" He committed this crime to feed his family so ashamed of his act,
and even dragged his younger brother along to help him steal by cutting fences. "
Then she made an eye-opening statement, " I must abide by the Law,
I am a judge of justice and fairness...not much I can do in this case;
let him behave and his sentence will be reduced in ten years. "
Everyone in the courtroom started to sob...tears began to flow.
I visited them often, and they seemed different people who couldn't admit
what he did was wrong, assuming he was innocent;
their smiles became cheerless, their words loveless:
a part of them was taken away, lost to hopelessness...
the younger daughter locked herself into her room,
refused to talk to anyone and building that wall deepened her gloom.
Even this year they will not celebrate Christmas with the old thrill,
shopping for presents in crowded malls has lost that excited will,
not even the merriest Santa can make them smile with a jingle bell;
and he must think that they are strange kids who don't love the Holidays,
perhaps reading them the Nativity Story will change their moody ways...
and to bring this family together will take patience and lots of prayers.
How would I ask Jesus, the new-born, who would love to see these kids at midnight?
They must show love to make this miracle happen on Christmas Eve; it has to start
with a heartfelt wish and deep faith, then the Heavens will suddenly open up...
as angels will descend to sing the hymn they sang before they desperately wept.
The day is coming
when lion and lamb
join together at last,
not as fierce predator
and succulent prey,
but as companions,
as joyful equals,
in divine tranquility
for all eternity.
The day is coming
when the impossible
becomes possible,
when peace and unity,
truth and justice,
love and mercy,
beauty and wholeness
prevail and endure.
The day is coming
when there is no more confusion and chaos,
no more greed and indifference,
no more inequality and injustice,
no more hate and destruction,
no more corruption and lies,
no more sickness and death.
The day is coming
when God welcomes us,
tenderly embraces us
and wipes from our faces
all our tears and fears.
The day is coming
when hunger and thirst
and separation are no more,
when we are dining together
at the wedding feast of the Lamb.
But the day is today
to share heavenly visions
of thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
And the day is today
for using heavenly visions,
to bring healing to earth,
to all the people we can,
in all the places we can,
in all the ways we can,
as much as we can,
for the kingdom of heaven
is within us now.
As I was checking out the cats on view,
I saw just one who even seemed to care.
She put white paws up to the glass, this Blue
Calico with long, gray orange hair.
Although her nature mattered most to me,
I liked that she was small, with eyes of green.
And nestling in my arms, she proved to be
both gentle and uncommonly serene!
Inside our house, she didn't run or hide
like other cats that we'd brought home before.
She jumped onto the bed and lay beside
us both, then later found things to explore.
Delightful like her name was our new cat,
I couldn't have been happier for that!
For Ryan Jackson's "Animals on your mind... Poetry Contest"
Happiness
Is not the spawn of pleasure
And desire,
It’s not the child
Of satisfying need…
Oh, happiness
It’s not a lot of things
It’s not the smile of the sated
Nor the promise of more to come,
Happiness,
It’s not a lot of things…
But to me
It’s so much more:
Happiness,
To me,
Why… it is a feeling on my face!
When the muscles on my forehead
Relax, and my brows float above my eyes
And my eyes
They are set free
To see,
And my cheeks
Are free to stretch or pout
And my lips, they can curve up or down!
And I can see so much more
When that weight is lifted
Off my eyes
And happiness
Is all that I set my floating sight upon
And all that my roaming eyes behold
Is rendered weightless.
August 26 Scripture Meditations Based on Obadiah
Key Verse – Obadiah 1:3 The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BRINGING DOWN MY PRIDE
Thank You for bringing down my pride of haughty sufficiency
To correct me by Your satisfaction-persistency
So that I can stay in Your compassionate proficiency
And be content in enjoying Your mercy.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of vain arrogance
To rebuke me by Your meekness-deliverance
So that I can abide in Your nourishing sustenance
And be peaceful in claiming Your assistance.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of shameful selfishness
To humble me by Your sacrifice-completeness
So that I can acknowledge Your omnipotent greatness
And be confident in trusting Your kindness.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of obvious idolatry
To discipline me by Your standards in the ministry
So that I can march along truth-infantry
And be courageous in doing Your will against sin-entry.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of hypocritical reaction
To cleanse me by Your purging sanctification
So that I can strive for Your holiness-anchored function
And be teachable in learning from Your instruction.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of worldly interest
To reprove me by Your divine test
So that I can invest in Your eternity’s fullest
And be fruitful in working for Your honour, always the best.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of disobedient tenacity
To mold me by Your loving authority
So that I can yield to Your guiding sovereignty
And be blessed in praising Your Deity.
August 26, 2022
And if you stand in doubt
Who brought this rhyme about
My name is Isaac James Odah
I remain in good order.
Though my rhyme be regged
Tattered, rusty and jagged;
If you take heed
It'll be a good lead.
For as far as I can see,
It is wrong with each degree
When many puff with pride;
And refuse morality on their side.
With high and hunt adventure,
They become evil structure;
Just for silver and gold
Their integrity is sold.
See all good in them rotten,
And virture is also forgotten;
The smallest temptation they'll succumb,
Pretending to be deaf and dumb.
Thus, I Isaac James Odah,
Intending to bring to order
What I consider great suicide
Eating many inside.
Trying to rescue them from evil corners,
Soon they are seen as goners.
Sound to them words of warning
You'll encounter their anger burning.
Helping to break the yoke,
They'll regard it as a joke;
Knowing life got no dublicate,
But created to be delicate.
Life must be handle with care,
With creator's reverential fear;
Then hope'll flow like stream,
Appearing like good dream.
The grandson of Odah
Has still got another,
This must be revealed,
I can't have it concealed.
Not minding who's offended
Nor they that are defended.
Aiming to bring to light,
And persuading to do right.
This is my enviable mission
Never out of commission.
These words of mine is life,
A companion as a wife.
Whatsoever you take it to be,
It'll sting wrong heart as bee
Piecing like a sharp sword,
Leading as undefeated lord.
Taking my words on trust
Can prevent human rust;
The truth therein has no truncation,
To you everywhere I make my dedication.
Trapped beneath the clouds
of someone else’s misery
Hearing of their crappy job
take’s such a toll on me
If you don’t enjoy your work
then simply walk away
Don’t bring your garbage home
and dump it every day
Darrell
I'm incredible a criminal you damn right animal/
bullets yeah we let dem go hit you off ur petasol//
The hood is a series and I'm living every episode/
Still flowing from my inner soul don't trip just it go//
Cause you can never stop your style is soft and mushy/
While mind is complex is like my words are dip in Gucci//
Bringing the heat while these girls souround me kiss me/
My words drive them crazy with your girl if not maybe//
And sense I'm use to the beef I carry a extra heat/
You a killer kid please come on you're just anerastic g//
Now I'm leaving you with bad memories gas tank on e/
Plus my money stacks high it's like I'm building a tree//
10 LINES 5 WORDS
Bringing in the New Year
Sweet kisses of days ember
Into sparks warming the airs
Of waning days of December
As the New Year stares
Foreplay never felt so good
For those last days countdown
Anticipating the release of corkwood
My feet went to town
Dancing the New Year in
Two steps smiling her grin
connie pachecho
12/27/2017
No contest entry.