Best Conserves Poems
Eternal God creates
Conserves all things by His Word
Provides man with constant of Himself
In created realities
Wishing to open up
The way to heavenly salvation
He manifested Himself to our first parents
From the very beginning
He invited them to intimate communion with Himself
Clothed them with grace
Justice
This Revelation was not broken by our first parents ‘sin
After the fall
Eternal God marked them up
With the hope of salvation
By promising redemption
Has never ceased to show His concern
For the human race
For He wishes to give eternal life
To those who seek salvation
By patience in well-doing
Even when he disobeyed you
Lost your friendship
You did not abandon Him
To the power of death
Again and again
You offered a covenant to man
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Ten supposed virgins with
lamps, more likely to be
tramps about to stick a man
like stamps. Hitch a
bridegroom and try to put
something inside a womb.
Five were smart as a fox and
wise, and five were dumber
than a box of fries.
Those who we're dimwits,
forgot their toolkits, and the oil
to fuel it.
The wise packed reserves and
used their lamps with
conserves.
The bridegroom was delayed,
while the virgins slept,
slumbered and played.
Around midnight the
bridegroom arrived, someone
cried, as the virgins became
more revived.
The virgins in the camps ran to
their lamps like champs.
The foolish cried to the wise,
‘Give us oil, our light won't
survive.
The ill-advised realized their
lack of preparation and opted
for a lazy solution without
hesitation
The wise replied, ‘No supplies,
not enough set a side ,
purchases your own wayside .’
When they left to buy, in came
their guy, those who where
ready left for a wedding, the
others behind a locked door
dreading.
Resourcing faith, resolve, resolve
conforming brace of how
consigning brackets of identity, not slow
the entry of concern, between friend's row!
Yet, still enduring, we are them, their vow
this loneness of reserve, the leader's power
conserves some owning of their toilsome plow,
ne'er freedom is their choice, we rostrum flow!
Conviction, is it changing, holding stow
I am in constant danger, yet I show
ne'er fault, impartiality must go,
involving loss, my prayer is fairness more!
Now, join some unity of truth, the platform's scroll
my life, your life, let virtue breech, not row
the national incentive, debt's bestow
nor words impounding, restoring condone!
The truth's reserve, secession's teaming call
that space of joining, allies not disown ~
my ally, we are here, this cost we know
security's contention grossly stalls!
Where action is the limit, we face haul
consulting with our interests, trusts install
that destiny, called choice, reverses, mauls
may just be my endowment, just my soul?
Or all mankind at purpose, answers hone
to this our enemy is still at throne
the sterile overstepping overthrow
this outright pose, this policy's control!
Erosion not the strength of freedom's prone
this break up, not my cause, as God, disown
still showing honor's back-up, not renown
in earnestness compile, nor allies roam!
Up front, an ever pressing, selfless stone
the brink of character, so evermore
that freshness could sow on, immortal's cone
true learning, listening, never cursing's thrown!
To test our weakness, I would cringe somehow
that courage, entity, seems all condone
is interference' monitor's bestow
I plant in some forgiveness factor's cull!
Diplomacy's contain, the jewels roll
ne'er in that wearing coat of idol's bloat
this right or wrong, my energy console
does eke not my transmission's holding core!
Where the Left
supports cooperative
respectful
deeply integral
yet widely multicultural health care
The Right
conserves against future changes
in hierarchical wealth structures,
thereby augmenting competitive
ineffective
unhealthy class warfare
Rather than universal classroom welfare
where everybody can Left and Right bicamerally learn
healthy cognitive/affective resonant acknowledgement
of cooperative needs
and healthy wants
While the educational systems
we shape
and democratize
relearn the primal role
of cooperatively aligned positive opportunity
and competitively maligned negative, risky feelings
Trust/mistrust
that we are/are not
a species to empower all EarthTribe's healthy gifts
and safe personal opportunity needs
and ecopolitical green-safer
unfriendly climate risk reduction
More than business as unenlightened usual
capital competitive comparative mistrusters
whose main faith is that we are
and must be
divinely ordained
StraightWhiteWesternCorporateMale monotheistic God's gift
to a sinful
unlistening
ungifted
uncaring
unhealthy
unsafe
mostly idiotic
former organic green garden
of now fallen sacrilegious AntiEden
selfishness and greed.
CoEmpathy
seeks internal absolution
from my own anthrosupremacist sins
Growing healthier polycultural experience
I want to pass through
my own monoculturing elitism,
too tolerably comfortable with natural is not spiritual
monotheistic monopolistic apartheid
means not panentheistic win/win co-passion
for great anthro-loneliness,
narcissistically elite despair
about inevitable win/lose zero-sum genocide
and Earth's Great Degenerative Transition
quickening EarthTribe mortal ecocide.
Full multicultural health care giving
receiving
conserving
preserving
remembers gifts of trust
in EarthTribe's polyculturing wealthy welfare
regenerative past through revolutionary winHealth
winWealth
future
WholeEarth supported
by sacred gifts of sunlight,
divinely breathable air,
purely potable water
fertile empowering soil
health and safety rules
for managing domesticated fire
and renewable fuel
Original CoPassionate Sky/Earth
light/power
enlightenment/empowerment
health and safety co-governing
bilateral resources
of co-empathic consciousness.
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Listen now
Dawn sings brightly;
Thrill in sure spill
~~~~~~~~~
Light blankets
Darkness flees;
New insights hurl
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy feel
Bamboo pines sway;
Memories collide
~~~~~~~~~
Echoes stray
Mindful moments;
Fleeting touch grounding
~~~~~~~~~
Morning songbirds
Dawn's hymn echoes;
Awakening moves
~~~~~~~~~
In that sure light
Crisp moments;
Eternal surge
~~~~~~~~~
Thoughts on death
All creatures die;
Life recycles
~~~~~~~~~
Nature conserves
Killing, willing, birthing;
Change is king
~~~~~~~~~
God dreams of you
Thus you are here;
A fresh transit
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2016
Singapore
And apptitude conserves not fare
the blind assumption that all faith is share
from human standpoint's grimace and the stare
are insolent in doing, stealing, bare!
As childishness, a spirit roams the air
encapsulation effort ~ stunning care
and bringing to vexation conscience spare
controlling by suggestion, swinging dare!
This selfishness of reason, stupid swear
is not fine art's creation, thinking's prime
but as hypnosis, treason leads to blind
resumption of false following, hope resigned!
That pillage of surrender, sweetness mined
is that controlling freeze of truth's combine!
SWEET MOTHER
I stood by the window
As I watched the sunrise
Waiting for you to come home
For we all miss you
I find it difficult in my heart
To holdback, the tears shed a fortnight
I still feel your love afresh in my heart
It conserves me when the night is dark
I long to behold you, to clasp your hand
Walk with you every Sunday to church
Also the times we both went to the market
Oh, how I miss the sweet savor of your smile
I can not measure sacrificed made for the family
You always have the best intentions for me
I am sorry for my selfish attitude
Not getting used to a world without you
The significance of a loving mother
Is priceless, invariably at its face value
Wish I can turn back the hands of time
Show you how much you have impacted
My whole life wetin a short while
I have grown to be an upright man
Kept your words close to my heart
To live the right life
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A snapshot
It makes the present stay alive
Makes a distant past revive
Happy faces, words unspoken
Dreams held so close, now burst and broken
A second's glance will last forever
When sweet words of future turned to never
A photograph
It conserves the love when the magic is gone
Reflecting diamond days done like the last rays of sun
Memories of a summer when friendships were made
Forever on paper, though the colours may fade
Stains of coffee to cover the memories
Hidden in bookshelves, lost, precious remedies
A picture
It makes a kiss never end and the hopes never cease
A life eternally carved on a frieze
Two souls, once connected, now we're apart
You are an image burnt in my heart
It's love's and life's most prominent curse -
Pictures last longer than words
rain poured, the dwy slowly
passed by, sunlight broke....
ducks returned to pond's deep depths
blustery breeze whipped fallen
leaves, ushering in north air
ice spewed, earth shivers
sunlight's welcomed warmth
by day, hibernation dens
huddling conserves heat by night
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7-7-5
5-7-7
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dwy-noun-a gusty flurry or shower, a brief squall or storm accompanied by precipitation.
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She took off running that rainy, November day,
Flight strip was narrow, the sky was shaded gray,
As she reached the end of the field,
She saw a sign that said "please yield"
Going so fast she could hardly stop,
At the top of this cliff the only option was to drop,
She had reached her maximum speed,
It was now or never for her wings to lead,
The sky was vast the clouds her tier,
Fog was overwhelming,
Her surroundings were not clear,
She reached her highest altitude,
This put her in an excited mood,
Then suddenly she felt her levels drop down,
She was aiming fast towards the ground,
With thoughts of completion set in her mind,
She had to come up with a way to save time,
In the distance she saw a giant tower,
This would save her in this hour,
Now gliding towards this important mark,
She suddenly saw a giant stork,
She realized he conserves energy too,
By gliding in-between flying when traveling some place new,
Encouraged by this wise old bird,
Her journey didn’t seem as absurd,
When she finally was able to rest,
She was thankful that she gave it her best.
By: sabina Nicole
A Loving Friend I Hold Quite Dear
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
A loving friend I hold quite dear.
In my heart remains always near.
If oceans, seas, or mountain streams
Should hear us shout our primal screams.
It’s because we select peace received.
Instead of shackles by mankind conceived.
We cherish friendship more than gold.
For gold too soon is spent on things
But friendship will forever hold.
And trust without end in kindness laid,
Builds reliance from which our alliance will not stray.
Adventure converges upon our two hearts.
And exploration becomes realities’ delight.
Two old friends in love with life
“Toodle” around to share nature’s wealth.
And if you listen carefully,
You too may hear that primal scream.
The primitive yell from a distant knell.
That conserves God’s creatures well.
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As autumn approached the colourful trees, it drained the beauty and colour of nature. The timber blissfully released its blossomed leaves to remain but lifeless…
And then winter came, I ask: “what have you bought for us?” but my eyes were sufficient to witness the harmony it revealed.
Calmness showered as so gently that a smokeless fire of contentment warmed my cold soul, and the peaceful breeze of summer bloomed in my pulse.
I contemplate: What a beauty winter conserves; a source of transformation for the heart, spreading love and tranquillity in the streets of humanity.
Hear unsilenced hope here,
Nothing is not lost.
Hopelessness the enemy
of justice
round some other's bend.
Music resounds appositions
against fear.
Anthems rise solidarity
within Earth's righteous anger.
Praise conserves liberal motion.
Emotion co-arises dipolar passions.
Climate pathology may not become
the responsibility of white privilege.
Yet, healthy climates may heal
both our oppression of Earth's sacred integrity
and our white privileged victimizations.
Wealthy multicultural opportunities
re-present risks for and of further monoculturing fragmentation
apartheid
disassociations
conserving silos
of hopelessly unfree silence.
This is our liberal conserving health,
Earth wealth
cooperatively inclusive,
interdependently webbed
agenda.
We know we are conservatively listening win/win leaders
when liberally correct issues
are also Earth-centered conservational anthems
singing courageous praise
against the fake win/lose face
of either totalitarian power
or universal fear.
Active hope
is the ally
of Earth's great restoring justice
for all,
they and we
eco and ego
yin and yang
universal health and unitarian wealth.
If all faith speaks with liberal political correctness,
so too
all hope erupts from silent win/win conserving power
noticing risks of disempowering silence
missing opportunities for re-empowering healthy natural wealth
between all souls
among all soils
all fearful angry lynching
all courageous songs unflinching.
Music heals through wind and water carried
keening
secular mundane hate
become sacred epic texts
re-formed ego-wind with eco-water lyrics
singing unsilenced sorrow.
Hear hope here.
Nothing is not lost
through complacent silence.
Sonnet is not an infidel depository,
how can one be infidel to singing!
how not to weep the weeping,
sans sonnet, which is antidote to gall ...
Sonnet is the song of troubadours
is the secret treasure of illusionists
not being metier only of doctors,
but cannot be tamed by anarchist.
The sonnet is the host fact of pain
chief guardian of poetic wisdom and
whoever does it, is one who does
Conserves its origin and its dynasty
to perform it well with pomp, nobility
as one who honors and cares for his love
As the clouds fold into the earth,
I fold without you, meaningless in worth.
As so the sun controls reserve
of dewdrops, so in truth my heart conserves!
The edge of time is but a moments serve
to all who beckon me ~ while thee, unnerve.
I pray to listen more thy heart's relate
the loss between us find ~ do underrate!
So ne'er again, the earth, nor sky doth mate ~
It is within thy eye ~ I fold my fate!