Best Come About Poems
Why sit and worry over things that seem to happen daily;
Little things that come and go that just annoy us really?
Why get angry over certain things that those around us do,
'Cause people make mistakes sometimes and life's too short to stew,
O'er things that sometimes come about without a soul to blame,
'Cept happen-stance and circumstance for want of other names.
To fume and worry constantly makes mind and body sicken.
It doesn't solve a single thing, it takes the joy from livin';
For God has deemed that rain will fall on fair and foul alike,
And what can grow without the rain as well as warm sunlight;
So take the rain and praise The Lord for sunlight and for showers,
And thank Him every day that dawns for blessings He's made ours.
Categories:
come about, appreciation, thanksgiving,
Form:
Rhyme
Bloated; the feeling of you getting filled with the same things of the world
Old from not finding something new to make you feel young
Daily you thrive to make your life of interest to others, but mostly yourself
Yielded by emotions, that has diminished your pride
Other hopes have come about and gone with your procrastination
Floating inside your head, so when your body is caught you have gone
Time always a cheating mistress, but you always felt you could get more out of her
Hauling your depressions, to remind you of different kinds of sadness; masochistic
Evening light is the best, cause you are not fully viewed
Letting go of your childhood, has made you forget enjoyment of silly things
Inner self is slowly crawling more into his inner self which is crawling to nothing
Violent are your fist that you feel vibrate every time in your anger
Intentionally seeking attention, bad not a good whore at it
Null is now your favorite word
Going with out a goal
It has swallowed you whole what ever it is...
Never mind returning bliss
Thinking about all the good times you could have, but you went ahead and missed
How much more self loathing are you going to give?
Even children get over scrapped knees
Having nothing but to agree to self pity
Open your mind and eat the many things that should be searched
Use your will again, instead of a pulse to keep living
Sense your self once more and maybe you love will also
Everything could be something
Ogre lurking inside, must be killed by your own sword
Forgive and the apologies will feel like candy in your mouth
Timidness is not a option
Help yourself do more than just thrive!
Eager are the types of happiness that are waiting
Doubt should not let you sit
Elope your mind and body together
Adjusted to much to be a copy; so unnoticeable
Death comes at the end, not during.
Categories:
come about, lifeself, body, self,
Form:
Acrostic
What Happened To GOD’s Old Fashioned Women?
Women who were careful how they spoke and didn’t use
profanity to get their thoughts across. Who loved their
husbands and children and their GOD.
Stay at home mothers raising their children well and respected
their husbands and worked at having a loving home.
Old fashioned women who were careful how they dressed,
and did their best to keep their children safe but in
line with the rules of the home.
Sometimes, mothers and their children went to pick beans
and berries to help out with the family finances and
with school clothes.
Women who supported their children’s efforts at
school by attending their plays, games or recitals,
but, realizing all the while that then, the schools were safe
and moral.
It was a different time then, it was a more peaceful time
where neighbors were friendly and helped each other
by keeping an eye out for intruders and any other danger.
I can remember several young mothers who would go to
the park with their toddlers and watched them play
together.
Also, I can remember my mother passing along clothes
down from among the three of us girls, hemming
dresses, making them over, or making new ones.
Mothers who did canning and preparing the family’s
food for the coming year. Doing yard work and
landscaping and dressing up the yard to make it beautiful.
Of course the breakdown of the American home has
come about by divorce of so many couples and families. And then
there are couples having children without the benefit
of marriage which has brought about a total
breakdown of the American Sweet Culture.
I am remembering to, hearing the sound of church bells
ring Sunday morning telling all of us to get up and
get ready for church. There is an old saying, “The family
that prays together, stays together”!
Lastly, that is the country and feelings that I miss but,
times have changed and we REALLY need to look
up for our REDEMPTION DRAWTH NEAR!
JESUS IS COMING SOON, ARE YOU READY?
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
2/19/19
Categories:
come about, tribute, women,
Form:
Narrative
Open up this moment
As you whisper a silent prayer
Bring laughter, light and love
To the surface, where you can
Brighten thoughts
With kindness, joy and inspiration
That thrive on the gift of
Imagination, appreciation
Faith in the heart
Open up this day
As you sing from your soul
Happiness and hope and healing
Heaven’s breath smiling through
The fears, tears and years
Bringing reassurance to those
Who know the struggles
Will, one day, be gone
And gems of hope will linger on
Playing, with harmony,
The warmth of a song
Open up this glowing gift
Of pleasure and gladness, bliss
That comes from giving back to our God
A part of the heart, the soul, the love
That lifts sorrows and brightens darkness
With gentleness and acceptance
Feelings of gratitude and thanks
That come about when we take a moment
To think of the ways we’ve been
Blessed, beyond our convictions
In spite of our faults and flaws
With a love that keeps us
Full of life – alive
Filled with tenderness and affection
Feelings that give our hearts
Their direction
Open up the heart to give
With a freedom that reminds us to live
For the One who breathed life
Into our lives, our laughter, our love
The compassion that fills us with
Patience, praise and prayer
Open up and feel full of grace
Categories:
come about, faith, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
The fire pit has been made
The kindling has been laid
The match was put to the dry, dry wood
And the flames began to play
The fire now is burning bright
The coffee pot is on
It is the way to start the day
On this cloudy, misty morn
The quiet of the darkened night
Flowed back thru greyish mounds
The moon was playing hide and seek
With drifting wispy clouds
A shadow blanketed the camp again
Closing out the morning light
The breeze then chased a leaf down hill
Like a windblown handmade kite
The icy hued moon was sliding
It soon would leave our sight
The hope for sun should soon come about
From this sharp and frosty night
And from the sky quite unexpectedly
Came rain drops as big as grapes
It pattered through the shroud of trees
A whooshing sound it makes
The raindrops hit the burning logs
With a hissing reptile sound
That caused an apparition of pure-white smoke
To eerily hug the ground
As fast as the rain began to fall
It just as quickly did dismiss
And lanching shafts of sunlight
Replaced the lingering patchy mist
The sleepy woodlands did then awake
To the grandeur of a brand new dawn
And flitting through that peerless sky
The birds began their morning song!
Categories:
come about, april,
Form:
Rhyme
Colors of the sunset burst from behind the mountain range
Across the desert it looked like a fire blazing in the sky
I will never forget the miles traveled, to reach a sight like this
It still blazes in my memory after all these years
Sometimes, it’s that perfect moment, the timing is just right
When the world is suddenly seen in a different view
Struck with amazement, by all that this creation can be
Across the country, changes happen, realizations come about
Lessons learned by striking sights, through luring miles and time
While blazing new trails to travel, all in new frames of mind
Heidi Sands
1/21/22
Categories:
come about, appreciation, beauty, sunset, travel,
Form:
Free verse
IV
Once more I have been given cause to dwell
On that ill-fated romance;
I saw you again yesterday, years hence...was
It just another casual dalliance?
The affected tilt of your cruel and
Arrogant chin, the high piling of a mass of
Staggering auburn hair;
And often I have wondered, just how did it
Come about that former calamitous affair?
Spontaneous they say? Personally I suspect
It was all rather contrived.
At that moment when I looked into those
Unaging, dispassionate eyes,
Still so very black, still so very heroically
Beautiful,
Although saddened with all the sorrows
Of a tragedy that only he and you full knew,
I found what had always been there and was
Most evident...
I needs not guess at your deeper discontent:-
A blind man's tale of lust and infidelity;
Your abhorrence of those sworn oaths that set
Sharpened keels upon white breakers of a
Sapphire sea.
I watched as you raised a hot cappuccino
To those perfect lips.
But what cared he for war and death? He took
His chance, plunged his mouth - and kissed!
Categories:
come about, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Only silence dresses her rigging now
To the call of the bosun’s whistle
Her hatches now stand locked and secure
Where long past sailors once lingered
She is the last of the old frigates
Moored in the shallows of Charlestown
Board her and hear her echoes of valor
Haughtily anchored her colors humbly fly
No blemishes on her hull show her battles
Her carronades still sit silently waiting
As she floats mythically at ease
For a moment I can hear the great moans
Her keel and sailors cresting Atlantic waves
To Captain Hulls orders to come about
And charge on the enemy ship Guerriere
On her decks I feel the plight of her dead
Hearing stories of centuries old bulkheads
Astounding feats of a morose pride
To have brought their foe to capitulate
Now she stands tacit though ever grand
And still on her decks and deep in the bowels
The mighty spirit of U.S.S. Constitution dwells
A monument of endurance softly whispering
“Lest we remember long forgotten sacrifices…”
Categories:
come about, history, inspirational, loss, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
THROUGH A WILDERNESS OF
THROUGH A WILDERNESS OF GRASSY PLAIN,
WHERE WAR HAS TOOK PLACE IN A WORLD OF PAINS.
OUR COUNTRY MEN, OUR FATHERS, SONS & OUR FRIENDS,
WHO WERE SENT TO WAR, AND WHICH BECAME OF THEIR EACH DEATHLY ENDS.
THEY WHOM FOUGHT FOR THEIR LAND OR SO THEY THOUGHT.
INSTEAD LED BY THE GOVERNMENTS TO LAY IN THEIR GRAVES THEY NOW IN DEATH ROT.
OUR SOLDIERS HAILED HEROES FOR ACTING OUT THE DEMANDS.
OF THEIT VERY OWN COUNTRYS BASTARDING GOVERNING HANDS.
FAMILES LEFT BEHIND WITH THEIR GRIEF FOR THE DEAD WHICH HAS COME ABOUT BY AN UNJUST CRUELTY BY THE GOVERNMENT LED.
UPON THE FIELDS OF MASS DESTRUCTION IN WAR
THEIR VERY OWN DEATHS THEY IN THEIR GRAVES HAD THEY FOUGHT FOR.
WHY DIDNT THEY LISTEN TO THEIR PARENTS INSTEAD OF THAT BASTARDING GOVERNMENT THAT LEFT THEM EACH OF THEM DEAD.
IF I HAVE LEARNT ANYTHING IN MY TIME ON THIS EARTH
IS ILL TEACH MY CHILDREN TO GIVE NOT INTO THE LAWS & GIVE GREED A WIDE BERTH.
Categories:
come about, corruption, grave, memorial day,
Form:
Blank verse
Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.
O day most callous like the callous world, how
Did you come about? By whose love designed,
Whose genius bore him, gave him life? O now
Do tell us of his human coming, since maligned
It's oft forgotten that he was somebody's child
Context in a world where his skin was reviled:
And yet some marveled that he parted from it
To build a world different from base to summit.
Genius is a gift and not a choice, and he was all
A moment's glimpse of earth's troubled paradise
For Michael was not mere mortal he was our tall
Selves transformed to art, so nuanced to the wise
That understood how his dance moves were silk
Syllables of protest and regret, a symbol cocooned
In loneliness, a man pining for the rare social milk
Of happiness against a material breast, festooned
With a race unhappiness. He was more than we
Saw with naked eye, Michael was an artist true
Context in all our history. And yet his mortality
Was not less not vulnerable due to fame, a blue
Note then sing for him, remember this day's despair
How the fickle fans in fragile praise came again
Away from the media's maddening glare to share
This moment of dark our universal deluge of pain.
O Indiana, this is your son, O America this here
Is your native child, weep here ye poets, weep
For him, the poet of the broken soul, Let no tear
Leave a eye that's dry for the lullaby of his sleep
Come ye world that felt his charity, beg angels
Hear us and welcome him; Michael, forever we
Will keep our hearts beating for you, in citadels
Of shining peace when your songs bring memory.
Categories:
come about, death, music, nostalgiadance, world,
Form:
Elegy
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to praise the Lord
To proclaim His anointing spirit
And with Him to get on board
Jesus came to preach the Gospel
To spread the holy word of God
To let the people know that
Oppressive behavior comes not from the heart
Today many people of color are suffering
Financially and legally as well
We're the most disadvantaged, the most killed
And the most incarcerated in jail
Our minds have been colonized
Our history diminished to naught
They call us savage and undisciplined
And say we can't be taught
Red lined, stopped & frisked
Under counted in the census of the nation
No federal dollars to our communities
As we're constantly under dissipation
I don't know what you came to do
But like Jesus i came to speak power and truth
For those issues that plagued his time
are now plaguing mine too
As there's nothing new under the sun
But we need to believe
That if we tap into our Holy Ghost power
There's nothing we can't achieve
To be the change in the world that we want to see
We must make it come about
By embracing the resurrection power of Christ
And with true faith to work it out
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to take a stand
For I've been delivered and empowered
By the Sacred Blood of the Son of Man
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to battle and fight
As I'll no longer sit in complacency
But challenge the status quo out right
To put the devil on notice
And give hope to the oppressed
To cause a shift in power
And get our circumstances addressed
I was created to be free
And not a prisoner of any man
For I'm a child of the Heavenly King
And For me He has a plan
As homelessness isn't my destiny
Nor is poverty my goal
And like Jesus I came to change the world
And take from the oppressors control
I don't know what you came to do
But I came spread the Gospel of Christ
To let my enemies know that I will now
Lead an abundant live
Yes the battle may be long and protracted
But I'm in for the long haul
As I don't know what you came to do
But I came to tear down strongholds
Categories:
come about, faith, gospel, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Snow covered field blankets the land
One single tree stands proud in the space
Silence engulfs this beautiful place
making difficult things, easy to understand
The twists and turns in life straighten out
The anxiety drifts away in the air
It is easy to feel all that is fair
when positive things come about!
3/6/25
Heidi Sands
(C)opyright
Categories:
come about, nature, peace,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free
Categories:
come about, beautiful, deep, passion, romantic,
Form:
Prose Poetry
No Anchor for Rancor
Wounded the ship of my soul,
With tattered sails,
Heels up in malevolence,
Venom puffs out the jib
In leeward grudges of tactless spite
On a pointless reach
Heading up into retaliation.
Heart hardened sends out a deep tap root,
Like a dagger board,
For my blustering hubris
To drop an anchor and moor animosity
In a portage of perpetual whirlwinds
With undertows of enmity
Crashing about in irons of spite.
Yet steady winds rise up
And I must come about
Heading into prevailing winds
Then journey through hubris doldrums,
Sails filled fresh with newborn winds,
Orphaning rancor - breathing in forgiveness -
Sailing beneath full sails of resurrection
Categories:
come about, ocean, wind,
Form:
Free verse
This world promises no guarantees
for we know not how long we've got
every breath is a gift from above
till that day when we reach the final spot
When Jesus was here on earth
He clearly made His message known
that one day He'd return to judge
this world in respect as a living stone
This message clearly spoke about this
that we must be ready for His return
for whenever that happens to come about
it's ultra important to find yourself done
The Son of Man will come back
for that, there's absolutely no doubt
the hout of time will sound an alarm
to open your eyes to what it's all about
So be absolutely sure to be ready
be living for Jesus every moment
then you will know Jesus is Lord
this being what eternally will be meant
(So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.)
Matthew 24: 44(NIV)
Categories:
come about, bible, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme