Best Calling Poems
Atmospheres afire with devotional dynamic desire
I call scarlet jasmine crimson vermillion and ruby red
We are caught in a crossfire as we perkily perspire
And cupid carries our hearts to our betrothed bed
Angels dancing on choreographic clouds entrancing
Rainbows reunite over melodious meadows green
Our love advancing with rhythmic rivers romancing
Celestial counting on the midnight’s stardust cuisine
Two sensuous souls entwine and carousingly combine
Our ebullient hearts of eternity lost in orchestral oblivion
We shall everlastingly dine with roses and wedded wine
And our love will softly sail across the majestic meridian
For we have caressingly called on cupid for a love divine
In ambient adoring skies that the harmonic heavens align.
July.25.2017
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Just as bees squeeze like watermelon seeds
Spit across apricot fields
My wife and I on Friday
Join the lines of highways up north
Pulled by hilltops to the Leelanau blue sky
Where lakes stir in the wind at the citrus rims
Of wine valleys below
And cherry orchards blossom in row after row
Like sheets of cupcakes spiraled with frosting.
Tonight we will sit tight around our lakeside fire
As petals closed upon this blaze of flower
With a Loon trilling her flute of bones
To the stars salted across the night
And voices bump from shore to shore
Murmurs softened beyond repair
The cabins flickering to a second life
In a fuse of fire lit around our lake
A tradition. We stop the car a ways away
From my mom and dad’s cabin
And let out our kids on the shoulder of road
To run like deer the final half mile.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling
when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing
as day departs, a yawning ash, beneath a dusky haze
igniting one by one the jewels of midnight’s diamond blaze.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the clouds within the skies,
with tunes which trill like welling tears from somber misting eyes
of misplaced muted homeless souls who drift alone in grief
beneath the silence of the stars that offers no relief.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the beat beneath her breast;
their murmur throbs with passion’s pulse and sensuous unrest
that rumbles deep in worried woods before impending storms
and splits the air in morning meadows, ere the sunrise warms.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the pitter-patter rain
which summons with a soothing sound upon my window pane
evoking bygone childhood dreams within a vagrant breeze
engulfing me in gusty swirls down misty vortices.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the waves on distant shores;
they’re crashing out a monody upon the mystic oars
of phantom ships within the dawn, like speckled caravels
a’ sail on seas of raven wings to moonlit citadels.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the morning’s reveilles;
they’re pouring fires in the skies and burning up the seas,
while waking flowers in the fields and setting trees ablaze,
and closing one by one the eyes of midnight’s starry gaze.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the deserts of my mind;
they’re nullifying hollow realms that time has left behind,
where pathless sands are blazing hot, the sun is set to die
and weary hounds are panting faint’, their tongues hung long and dry.
Jesus is Calling
Jesus is calling you to come and be in the family,
Jesus needs you and me for we are the called on,
Jesus does not care who you are,
Jesus does not care if your Black, White or Brown,
Jesus does not care if you large, skinny or medium,
Jesus does not car if you are straight, gay, what ever,
Jesus does know you believe in Him and a better life,
Jesus says “I Trust in You” so do you trust in Him?
Jesus says “Follow Him and you will find life eturnal,
Jesus is calling you and me home to Him,
Jesus is our Lord and Savior,
Jesus loves you,
Jesus want you,
Come home to Jesus to receive the wonderful life.
Be gain a life a new and start your life with Jesus today,
Come to Jesus and be what you were meant to be,
So come, come to the one who truelly care about you,
Come to Jesus.
Dr. Samuel Mack, DD
Copyright 2016
First, settle your differences
with those whom you love
Pay any debts you owe
down here or above
Greet everyone you see
with a cheerful 'How-do'
and a smile from your heart
that's 'genuine you'
Make sure to call those
who live far away
who've grown remote, but
helped you 'back in the day'
Give a few bucks
to the homeless you see
Pray to God their souls
from indigence be free
Don't neglect to remove trash
that bars people's way
If you don't do it now
it won't get done today
Then when you're so tired
you need to nap for an hour
Pray your heart out to God
Ask Him for more power ...
*Writing helps us through anything.
Oh, the ocean is calling me
Collecting the shells at the sea
Watching the curling, rolling waves,
wash away pain that enslaves
My dreams are on horizon there
I will make them come true with care
This is my chance, footprints behind
Left just like the shells I find
I am as simple as the sea shell
I can be fragile, just as well
But, strong enough, not left broken
From the ocean that has spoken
Heidi Sands
6/26/24
8 syllables
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Extraordinary, I am
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart
Calling oneself a poet takes unmitigated gall and guts
And he or she should be prepared
To throw oneself off a high cliff
Or under the proverbial bus
Whenever the expression of innermost thoughts,
Emotions, ideas or beliefs are concerned
Those who lay it all out on the line often times
Get busted, beaten, belittled or burned.
Speaking straight from the heart
And soul typically involves taking
A road less easily traveled
Or mountain made steeper to climb
From those who read but cannot see
Beauty and truth hit them between their eyes.
To write of an ex-lover may tend to uncover
Bones buried deep in the past
Which are better unearthed for whatever they’re worth:
Sweet memories rarely fade fast.
Or perhaps you agree with riots in the streets
And nothing is worth more attention
Than a poet who subscribes
To every person who ought to strive
Towards the greatest good
For self and other friends
While you might think it better
To mind my own business
And stop writing about reality and make pretend…
Penning one’s personal moments
For others to debate
Is akin to placing their head on a stump
While waiting for the blade to penetrate
Skin and bone and taking us home
To a place where no one laughs
At anything we say or think
And our poetry will forever last.
Longer than the blood-letting
That oozes from our brains
While others stand outside of us
Laughing in the rain
As we foolish, fussy writers keep on
Twisting words and phrases
And the world keeps right on turning
Like our pithy, poetic pages.
12/4/2014
The day has come, alas the time is at hand
For all people on earth, in all of the lands
To fight the demon of man, usury and greed
Cyberspace is our garden for planting the seed
We can grow this seed, to unite all the lands
With a new found hope, we can take a stand
Those who enslave us and care not for our health
Pit man against man, while counting their wealth
Their faith is in money, metals and riches of earth
Creating banks and systems, to hide what their worth
The plan has been the same, since Jesus walked the earth
Through war after war, people still wait for his rebirth
Corporate losses are shown in red ink on a page
Ours, in rivers of blood, from the wars that they wage
With an insatiable thirst they raped and soiled the earth
They tell us "Our countries are failing", because of our girth
Its time we lift their concealment, uncover the ground
Making them liable, to the same laws that we're bound
It's not a quick cure, for problems man faces on earth
It's beginning a path, to find health, hope and mirth
“It's paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to
everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn't appeal to anyone.”
-- Andy Rooney
The leaves are now falling like tears
from the hearts of the trees lofty dome,
and the birds heading south out of fears
as the wintertime’s barrenness nears.
No longer will eagerness roam
for my spirit is losing its cheers,
and so weary from passing of years,
as the heavens are calling me home.
September 4, 2019
Wake up, wake up, wake up I say.
There are words for you to find
And your poem is yet to get an end.
You slept for too long,
Some words are now long gone.
Others though still hanging in paintings,
Have lost their meanings.
Did you not heed my warnings.
Quickly, quickly now
Let me show you how,
While we still have time and your feelings
Are still living things.
Help save the words and their meanings
But you must use them now.
Abuse them if you must,
But go easy on the lust.
Humour them or wet them with your tears,
While others still have ears.
Whip them if you must,
But don't leave too much dust.
Just get them in line,
While we still have time.
I promise you they will shine for other eyes,
Even if you lie.
There, there don't pull out your hair,
We are nearly there.
You will soon breathe more lightly here.
You have the words in your heart now,
Your soul is soaring now,
Words are pouring back in now,
Their meanings now on show,
For everyone to know
Take out your polishing cloth
It's time for truly beautiful words to come forth
and show their true worth.
The words are back in focus now.
The canvas's are freshly painted now.
Just take time to remember, that the new member,
Encouraged by the old, will let more words unfold,
So their meanings can be told.
There will be no more lamenting,
The words we lost while we were sleeping.
Only new words in numbers beyond counting
With meanings in greater number
To give us such wonder,
As we awaken from our slumber.
MARTIANS CALLING EARTH
Mummy, Mummy come quickly and see,
A pretty picture for Blib and me,
Blog was jumping up and down
Her helmet bobbing on her curved crown.
Look at this picture in the sand,
We saw them, they were not from our land.
They flew up into the sky in a rocket ship
Honestly mummy, mum looked at Blog and Blib.
What dream did they have last night,
Their TV aerial was certainly a mite,
Strange and the Moon and Mars picked up sounds,
Which seemed weird, and out of bounds.
Something unusual, her twins Blib and Blog,
Had noticed, that they were so excited about,
Absolutely no doubt!
Can Daddy please beam us to this land,
So we can offer them a moonlit Mars hand?
We’ll have fun and tell them to come and play
Any Moon or Mars day!
But Dad chose to use his rocket ship
On this trip!
So four Martians, Blip, Blog Mum and Dad,
Began a Mars, to Earth fad,
They took off to find this land, and Sam and Sue!
Poor Blib, with a slight dose of the flu.
They hurtled at thousands of miles an hour!
Their GPS directed to Earth, on four
We land, said Dad, don’t bump your head.
Blib stay still, you should be in bed.
The pups had seen a foreign approaching object,
Martians and curious pups about to connect,
The Martians were speaking gobbly goo,
And the pups excitement grew and grew.
They hugged and played and ran,
Becoming the first universal connection,
In our galaxy and under our sun,
What a delightful galactic affection.
From the desert of Judea, a piercing call was heard.
“Turn from your sin! Prepare yourself! Listen to the Word!
Bulls and goats cannot undo the sin that you have done.
Atonement only comes, you see, by the blood of the Father’s Son.”
So, John the Baptist preached to all who came to hear.
He told of the coming savior whom crowds would come to cheer.
Destiny brought John to Jesus and Jordan’s water cleansed
the sinless Savior’s body that soon would bear our sin.
Three years or more he walked the land and told man how to live -
This Galilean carpenter who had so much to give.
He healed the sick. He raised the dead. He caused the lame to walk.
His miracles were many. His words, much more than talk.
Sometimes His words brought judgment. Often they brought love.
Sometimes He spoke of grace and hope, and mansions up above.
His words were living wisdom; even from His youth.
With Almighty God His counsel, wise men sought His truth.
His life was far too perfect to stay long here on earth.
A mission of atonement was His before His birth.
His duty was accomplished on Calvary’s rugged tree
and now He waits in Glory, to return for you and me.
When He returns from heaven, and Gabriel’s horn is heard
He will summon His unto Him with kind and loving words.
When He bids me come unto Him I will answer when He calls -
as all knees bow and tongues confess His Lordship after all.
Is love a physical thing or a measure of soul
A bodily need with a mind of its own
"Cause this thing we call love hasn’t turned out too well
So why so many hearts are breaking… can somebody tell…
Is there something we’re missing that’s not on the shelf
Or when trying to perfection we keep creating new hells
Why we see the mistakes…and continue who knows
If history cannot teach us, then pray God you'll have to show
What is a dream when a dream’s just a dream
Maybe good intentions that will never come to be...
But when the people elect governments that corrupt and war
There must be something missing of that I’m really sure…
So let me step aside and bid you, have a good day
Giving thanks for the time you took to read what I say
We've got to get together to make the world a better place
Calling all Angels near and far to help us find love ways.... love ways
Elusive dreams, I wait on rocky shores
Looking out upon the waters of a troubled storm
Crashing, tearing, reaching to drag me under
Swirling about my ankles, slick rocks beneath my feet.
Will you reach for me when I am falling?
Will you watch me as I drown?
Will you feel any sorrow if I left you?
Would you help me find solid ground?
Siren voices whisper and entice me
Foggy mists beyond my reach
Dancing, calling, whispering of a silent sleep,
If I but release my hold and swim in waters deep.