Best Consolation Poems
Parallel
Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy dusk
And, thinking that I walked
Enfolded in the snowy twilight,
Only with myself,
I overlooked the footprints
Slowly walking
Side by side
With my own –
Unnoticed in the rhapsody
Of the winter’s stormy
Forest celebration
Until
The path uncurled around a curve
Revealing in the gathering dusk
Another traveler,
Familiar to my heart,
Plodding
Through the windblown drifts
Bent,
Stooping beneath a heavy burden
Slipping side to side
With every step
Until the baggage
Pulled
The bearer to the snowbound path –
A solitary figure
Captured in the jealous grip of gravity -
And so I left my reveries,
My path,
Crossing through the unmarked snow,
The snowy wall,
Between us
To lift the burden
Of my companion in the twilight
To follow in the footsteps –
In silence -
And
Knowing
I could not lead upon this path,
Nor walk within the chambers of another heart,
But only trace the tracks
Outlining the journey of my friend
In this brief moment of time and stars
Beneath a darkening sky
Till we would walk in parallel
Again.
Too slow is the speed of life,
so we try to outrun avalanches and race sounds,
flee into roaring tubes of hungry water,
brave invisible waves in the sky.
Too barren is the landscape of life,
so we take shelter in surly jungles and unruly gulfs,
set out to survive deserts where even memories die,
trespass peaks reserved for birds and clouds.
Too bloodless are the aesthetics of life,
so we declare emotional asylum in the turmoil of music,
find refuge in the jarring, scarring beauty of poetry,
ask to be abducted into the haunted wilderness of art.
Too transactional are the relationships of life,
so we pawn our souls for the drugs of cults and creeds,
trust in friends or their imposters,
risk heartbreak for a few moments when the world spins.
Too fraught is life with the danger of safety,
so we seek salvation in a rush of adrenalin,
or a trickle of madness.
Empty-handed is no way to leave.
We’ll hitch a ride on those spikes along that flatline.
Or be impaled upon them.
The consolation
It is fascinating to think
one day we will be dead
not know we ever lived
Years will pass in wars
and struggles for peace
meaningless contracts
signed by the powerful
We'll not know of spring
flowers and romance
But the consolation is
We shall not know that
We ever lived
He has been beside me for fourteen years
Compassionate and wise, he always cheers
Once, as a puppy, he played happily
An older dog, he’s a sleeping beauty
He snuggles close to me when I’m sleeping
Always aware that we’re both now ageing
Giving up longer walks for shorter treks
Growing old, it seems, is a bit complex
He still wags and nags for bits of good food
Hoping for the bites that I always stewed
He has his treats, his sleep and he is loved
More than words could reveal he’s beloved
With all of my heart and all of my soul
I love this little guy who's my console
Pets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date: November 21, 2014
Dawn at the garden gate:
God is Love,
Love is Peace,
Peace is Near.
Parallel Footprints
Evening arrived scattering snowflakes, I sought a solitary path of footprints
In winter’s barren woods made magical this night with glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch, each twig, in muffled silence of downy dusk.
Thinking I walked enfolded in the snowy twilight, only with myself,
I overlooked the footprints slowly walking side by side with my own –
Unnoticed in the rhapsody of the winter’s stormy forest celebration
Until the path uncurled around a curve revealing in the gathering dusk
Another traveler, familiar to my heart, plodding through windblown drifts
Bent, stooping beneath a burden slipping side to side with every step
Until the baggage pulled the bearer to the snowbound path -
A solitary figure captured in the jealous grip of gravity
I left my reveries in unmarked snow, new footprints in separation's snowy wall Lifting the burden to follow silent footprints, not lead, or walk, chambers of
The heart only trace the outline a friend's journey till we walk in parallel again.
4-30-21
Contest: Footprints in 8-14 lines
Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire
Twenty Lines
Pastor,I`m tired,I don`t think I can take this
anymore;it`s not fair to me as a lady.
I`m tired and sick of searching for job that is
elusive as rain in drought,
I don`t think there is a place for honest and righteous
people in this present world,
I can`t imagine toiling and roving round the
street for four years with a degree that does nothing;
Take or leave it ,It is nauseating and depressing,
This appalling situation is demoralizing,
Anymore of this can send me into abyss of no return;
It`s not fair for employers to be demanding;
outrageous demands,which are unorthodox to
professionalism,before given employment;
To me, the world has gone upside down,
crazy and cold...
As a lady,I can`t lose my dignity for a piece
of meat which is rightfully mine,
for me to stoop so low and beg to be defiled,
never!
Daughter,I know it`s not easy,please endure,
and have faith,tarry a little while.
I know that your present situation is tough and annoying,
It`s not easy for a dignified and sincere lady like you
in a lawless,corrupt and egocentric society like ours,
Please,hold on to your faith,don`t lose it
Endure!,for your heavenly father sees all these,
And HE will reward you accordingly and as soon as possible;
Have faith in Him that can destroy and create,
Have faith in Him that detests sin and loves righteousness
Have faith in Him that does not abandon his own,
Have faith in Him that has the key of life and death,
Tarry a little,He will surely surprise you and reward you,
While you are here on the surface of the earth.
CONTEST:"Let`s Get Serious" Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
I dreamed of you last night, you wore a smile
Fifty years ago you took your life
And left me for the agony, the trial
Since then I’ve had no vision but denial
Your face was absent,cut out by a knife
I dreamed of you last night, your little smile
There was no motive, we had never quarreled
I was blinded, nervous and too shy
You left to me the agony, the trial
Who consoles the woman left in horror?
Sickly on my lonely bed I lay
I dreamed of you last night, you wore a smile
In my view, I could not see tomorrow
Through my suffering I did try to pay
You left to me the agony, the trial
The grief of fifty years has gone away
Oh, lay down, baby,lay down, baby lay
I dreamed of you last night, your face your smile
You consoled me then, old lovers reconciled
Death
it's not a
invention
that we created...
We experience...
Death is physical,
it's biochemistry,
it's a reaction
incomplete...
For being so,
does not reach us:
it takes the body...
but the spirit,
remains...!
Did Adam’s fig leaf portray his work in brief;
the attempt, his sinfulness to cover:
While the “blood sacrificed skin”, atones his sins;
- covering them rightly all over?
Cain’s works of his will, “the best from his field,”
could not win him God’s favor.
While Abel’s sacrifice, a “type” of Christ’s strife,
- was to God, a sweet smelling savor?
The “provided” Ram, replacing the damned;
Abraham saw this parallel.
Did Christ, sacrifice give, for sinners to live,
- sparing them a deserved hell?
Hosea redeemed, a shameful, unfaithful thing,
paying the price that was due.
Gomer, prisoner of sin - Hosea, her freedom did win;
- is this what Christ came to do?
Joseph, you know - with the colorful clothes,
was wrongly abused by his brethren.
But, the pain he went through, though they never knew,
- resulted in their natural salvation.
Is, "When I see blood, I'll pass over you", Metaphoric too:
is this, Christ's passion being shown?
The Egyptians paid the price, with a useless sacrifice;
- they had no savior to atone.
Of the bones in the valley, lets make a short tally;
did the wind bring life - or prophesying?
They used not their will, in that lifeless field;
- it was the Spirit’s own devising.
The blood of the sacrificial Goat, - Israel's great hope,
seems (spotless) a "sign" of perfection.
The ancients shed light on a Redeemer of might,
- bestowing a sinless connection!
Does the Christian life, “typed” in Israel's Sinai strife;
show Moses to be Christ's shadow?
He led them well, made intercession when they fell,
- brought them to Canaan's bright meadow.
Could extremities in the past, of Israel be cast,
to reveal a new covenant future:
Where wisdom and light, come not by natural sight,
- but are granted by Spiritual nurture?
If Christ was a King, being predestined to reign,
over an eternal kingdom -
It couldn't be carnal, for that's not eternal,
but a Spiritual one - say some.
My confusion is great, as is all Israel's of late,
while we wonder in great exasperation.
Oh, where is our peace, when shall the warfare cease,
- oh, God where is our consolation?
When it is time for their consolation
I always stand confidently with devotion
While sharing message of comfort
with songs of glorification.
Then I let them to take good decision
In their lives which will please
the Master of creation.
God of gods and King of kings
Who is above all creatures:
- People and animals in the World
- Angels of God in the heavens and
Angels of darkness in hell on chains.
Let us continue being so kind
To some people who live with chronic pains
Due to some circumstances
In their lives.
June 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
my poor-rated idiot
aren’t you a living proof
for the endless generosity of life?
it`s arbitrary ingenuity or simply
funny sense of wit.
( Concern for National Israel )
God decreed a covenant; a covenant of works,
on Sinai He gave it to man:
Obey the Law, from it righteousness draw,
- be saved by it if you can.
We labored and cried, and from it we tried,
to earn our favor with God.
We strained and strived, in failure we sighed,
- and felt the disfavor of His rod.
After many years through sorrow and tears,
we discovered our nature too foul.
Our confidence gone, we moved out alone,
- ran to an idol named Baal.
He too, was severe, filled us with fear;
demanded our children to take.
This was for naught, no righteousness it brought,
- so him, we too, did forsake.
On return to our land, we dealt with a man,
many people worship as Deity.
He taught mercy and grace; withstood us to face,
- was nailed to a Roman tree.
After the dispersion of all, denying Adam's fall,
our leaders placed our trust in man.
Utopia to build, by the strength of our will,
- find satisfaction in life as we can.
Doomed to fail, we made a Humanist hell,
with torture as never before.
Workers paradise gone, its doctrine all wrong,
- salvation's not there anymore.
Some men claim, to our “perceived” shame,
that Messiah was the one crucified.
They're common folk, without credentials of note,
- and are quiet easily stupefied.
Surely we, the learned, can readily discern,
by reasoned, scholarly analysee.
We're not easily fooled, as a general rule,
- and we have an historic pedigree.
Yet, if Abraham’s promised seed, was singular indeed,
reason demands Messiah be that too.
Then, our Zionist claim, to National Messianic fame,
- is just another fanciful bugaboo.
Should we look anew at him whom we slew,
determine if his claims could have merit:
The Prophets shed light on a Messiah in type;
- shall we see if the scriptures declare it?
In the Genesis of old, a wonderful story is told,
of a singular birth - miraculous.
The woman’s seed (Virgo), a virgin shall conceive,
- calling him Immanuel (God with us)
I have no guarantee
that I will not be run over
by a motor vehicle,
be this a bus, lorry or Rolls Royce
BUT
if I religiously observe the highway code,
cross roads with extreme caution
and avoid traffic at night,
I may rest reasonably well assured
that if I do get run over,
it won't be my fault.
I console my pain with words that mean nothing to the process of amending.
Heartbroken, in need of a spared token.
From the pages of the book of love.
I fell and in the aftermath I was greeted by nurses in scrubs.
Wise words can't weather the blizzard, I try to amend my once warm soul with fabrics of vain luxury.
Hoping these linens and satins will rid these chills abruptly.
All it does is dress me down in depression.
Until I minimally look good while still stressing.
While chasing fool's gold, I became buried in the mine shaft.
Neglecting emotions and ridding my problems with anatomical toxins, has become my craft.
I look to the sky for answers with blank expression.
The sharp dullness of my reality serves as a lesson.
I grow bitter with thoughts of my limited ceiling.
My emptiness upon my reflection in a pond is significantly revealing.
Taking steps to provide my conscience with healing.
But it's like I'm running in circles because I cannot rid the feeling.
Overwhelming sorrow and boulders of pain rested on each shoulder.
As the burdens of my world grow, it gets heavier and the world turns colder.
Feeling like a child soldier ripped from the hands of beloved bliss.
Forced to take up arms for battle with the demons that aim to put shackles on my wrists.
Sad to say, but I believe that this battle will end in defeat.
And so will the war.
The longer I fight, I lose sight of what I'm fighting for.
So this will be another irrelevant page from the book of consolation to my desolation.