Best Counselled Poems
I never possessed time.
Time that I would call my own.
You see, amidst a broken heart.
I had heard a friend cry.
She said her own heart had been broken.
So I listened, counselled and wiped away her tears.
There was no time to sit and feel sorry for myself.
With a broken thumb.
A pounding headache.
A hard day at work.
I wanted a hot bath and cup of coffee.
To lay me down, I took a couple of pain killers.
But you see, amidst fatigue.
I had heard a cousin sob.
She said she had lost her job.
So I listened, counselled and wiped away her tears.
There was no time to sit and nurse my tiredness.
With a heavy heart upon seeing an accident.
A horrid image in my head that I had to let out.
I went looking for my best friend.
But I had heard her cry.
She said she was not happy in her life.
So I listened, embraced and wiped away tears.
There was no time to share and offload.
With yet another broken heart.
I had told myself to cry and shut it down for once.
I had planned to watch sad movies.
With a box of Kleenex by my side.
But you see, amidst another heart break.
I had heard a sibling cry.
She said she had hurt a person unintentionally.
So I listened, counselled and wiped away her tears.
There was no time to cry and weigh down my feelings.
With a torchlight.
I had decided to do my favorite thing.
On a warm summer evening.
Walk about the park and listen to the night.
Amidst my time of reflection, I had heard a close kin cry.
She said, her husband had cheated and had another child.
So I listened, embraced and wiped away tears
There was no time for me to reflect.
I never possess time.
I don’t think I will ever possess time to myself.
But you see, that’s okay.
I have made my peace with it.
So I guess that’s what someone meant when they told me:
“Straighten up soldier, There is never time to cry”
© Herzel Poshiwa
She is an Angel.
Ceraphic chants among us hum,
She has compassion for the poor,
Yes,she truly is an angel.
She experienced a "call within a call",
To serve the poor,sick,vulnerable,
She has compassion for the poor.
Vocal proponent of Albanian independence,
Mother Teresa,from a well of family sacrificed,
To serve the poor,sick,vulnerable.
Counselled other nuns to create a community of angels,
Took vows to a life of poverty,chastity,obedience,
Mother Teresa from a well of family sacrificed.
Angelic kids in innocence glow,
Mother to destitutes,needy and good to all,
Took vows to a life of poverty,chastity,obedience.
Heavenly beings are fond of her,
Ceraphic chants among us hum,
Words are droplets of honey and care,
Yes,she truly is an angel.
Rhyme Scheme-ABA' bCB cDC dED eFE fAFA'
Contest:Angels.
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi.
21/12/2016.
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016
Like no other creation
By Michelle Morris
23/01/2023
I trembled as I stood
At the edge of the abyss
Like a butterfly in a hurricane
I was so small against the void
The fears tried to crush me
Your lies tried to get the upper hand
But my dignity and my pride would not go
Silently into that black night
As the darkness swirled around me
The ravens and the dust
All caught up together
Spiritual growth and tokens to guide
And lo and behold
My Guardian Angel did appear
He counselled me with kindness
Lent me his grace and merciful ears
He reminded me of my power
My soul so light and beautiful
It was time to let go of the burdens
I'd carried for everyone else
And with faith and a lighter heart
I stepped forward into that abyss
I flew free and oh, so high
Up, up, up unto Heaven's embrace
For we mere mortals are eternal
Our souls live on forever
We need to embrace our power
Our freedom and divinity
No one can hold us down
No one is greater or more
Each soul has their own path
And we each need to live and grow
No more trembling or fears
No feeling small in the world
The Universe made us unique
Like no other creation ever seen
See the doves of peace before you
See your Angels all around
God and His Universe know you
And They are all delightfully proud
© Michelle Morris, 2023
My Father at the head of the table, carving the meat,
My Mother brings the vegetables, wiping her brow from the heat.
Sunday Roast Dinner, the memories so clear,
A family together, every Sunday of the year.
All week I'd been looking forward to our Sunday together,
Brothers and Sisters turn up, no matter the weather.
Now I pass on this gift to my own family,
That they enjoy the ritual that's so important to me.
A time for conversation, to be counselled and grilled,
The laughter and humour where good banter is filled.
Dad's kind face, is crimson with mirth,
Tapping his belly and complaining of the girth.
Mother so interested in how we're getting on,
Teasing amongst the children, requests for a song.
The smell of the roasted bird fills up the room,
Anticipation of Mother's crumble, custard and spoon.
Family all together is so important to me,
Sitting round the table with such happy memories.
The wine it does flow and work forgotten for a day,
May the tradition continue, the love of a family stay.
I knew an old woman
Who flew round the Moon
Wore a tall pointed hat
And rode on a broom
She dressed all in black
Wore arrow-tipped shoes
Had a nose like a hook
Smelled always of booze
The kids on my block
And kids there were many
Thought her eccentric
Called her "Dear Granny"
One Halloween night
I remember the year
She counselled me "Boy
They've plenty to fear
I love little kids
Little kids are life's breath
But on All Saint's Night
I love them to DEATH"!
When I heard her words
I ran like the wind
Yelling! Telling
My friends to stay in!
"You've heard of a witch
Who flies round the Moon
Wears a tall pointed hat
And rides on a broom
Is dressed all in black
Wears arrow-tipped shoes
Has a nose like a hook
Smells always of booze?
It's GRANNY DEAR GRANNY!
I'm talking about
She's flying tonight
So all WATCH OUT!"
The life of power is so
funny that man become so
engrossed with such impunity
to pursue a purposeless life
full of vanity and violence
to keep their sinking ship afloat
to sail in their stormy waters
full of monsters.
Wake up now and save yourselves
from this tsunami that's going to
wipe you away from that delirious
dream of yours.
As oppressors are so blinded by greed,
even so are the ones seeking power.
Intimidation becomes their best
weapon to oppress the weak.
Their eyes blinded to the
tears of the hungry,
ears closed to the cries of the afflicted,
no mercy for the sick ones,
their hearts hardened for there's
no pity in them.
They abhorred to be corrected,
advice given are not taken
for they cannot be counselled.
Corrupted by greed,
they dip their hands deep into
the public funds kept in their custody.
The funds meant for National use disappeared at their watch.
Yet they claimed to be innocent
of their heinous crimes,
pretending to be honest they
rob the state treasury.
Looters are they amongst themselves,
a disgrace to the service entrusted to them,
exposing their ignorance to the gullible.
Shame on you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
April 24 Scripture Meditations Based on Job 25-30
Key Verse – Job 26:3 How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom? …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COUNSELLING ME WITH YOUR WISDOM
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s empowerment
By your secure salvation’s settlement
Through Your promises’ strengthening enforcement
For my character development.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s illumination
By your precious precepts’ instruction
Through Your Word’s tenacious direction
For my mind-transformation.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s truthfulness
By your mighty sanctification’s immaculateness
Through Your purification’s righteousness
For my heart-cleanliness.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s authority
By your steadfast supremacy’s sovereignty
Through Your statutes’ assuring certainty
For my faith-security.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s nurturing
By your bountiful compassion’s outpouring
Through Your loving kindness’ gearing
For my service-fruit bearing.
Thank You for counselling me with Your wisdom’s victory
By your triumphant leadership’s history
Through Your miracles’ radiant glory
For my ministry-success story.
April 24, 2022
She was just seventeen
The flowers had started blooming
The flower doesn't bloom for itself
It wants to mingle in another breath
The parents scolded heavily
The petals moaned with pain in the veins
The flowers didn't stop blooming
At the pot of seventeen they seldom stop
What's the point in the blossoming
if the scent can't be exchanged
at the intoxicating corridor
with the eyes closing in the blue uproar
of scarlet cascades
Over thousands of blades
The hailstorm was brewing
the moon needed to awake
She was kept confined to her room
School teachers came and counselled
None could feel the heat
None could heal the corporal twitches
Attempt to commit suicide alerted the father
The petals turned nihilist
Was taken to the psychiatrist
Was given anxiolytics
The petals faded, the scent closed the door
The cage revolted for the blue sky
An uncle said he knew a psychoanalyst
Who could deal with the disease deftly
The father agreed and the uncle
accompanied her to the boy friend
The fusion was magnetic
The norwester raged about with lightening
The unspent birds got released in the garden
The buds were keen to return
The depleted river returned too
And the cool full moon sat in the wind
The psychoanalyst then reoriented her thoughts
The uncle gave her woolen friendship
The ship now sailed in the river with blue red and white flags
The viewers on the bank would not even blink their eyes
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March 4, 2018
Random Acts of Kindness - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
December 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Timothy 1-6
Key Verse – 1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PUTTING US INTO THE MINISTRY
Praise be to God for putting us into the ministry to be:
Counted faithful in His work
Committed fervently by His Word
Consecrated festively in His worship
Counselled fruitfully through His wisdom
Convicted against futility while in His wondrous will
1Timothy 2:1-3 Praise be to the Lord for exhorting us
to pray, which is good and acceptable in His sight while we:
Receive His grace
Rest in His generosity
Rejoice in His goodness
Realize His gloriousness
Recognize His greatness
1Timothy 3:15 Praise be to the Saviour for
instructing us to behave in His house:
Strengthened by His salvation-seal
Settled upon stewardship-service
Satisfied around His sustenance
Secured through His Scriptures
Sanctified against sinfulness
1Timothy 4:6 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
helping us to be good ministers of God:
Triumphant along faith-increase
Taught with His fueling instructions
Tested to fight ignorance by His illumination
Trained toward fervent impact by His influence
Tenacious against failures upon fulfilled improvement
1Timothy 5:21 Praise be to Christ for
charging us to observe and do what is right:
Showing piety with His mercy
Sharing provisions by His miracles
Soulwinning through His power’s might
Solving problems against man’s maneuverings
Serving along perseverance midst His magnificence.
1Timothy 6:13-14 Praise be to the Almighty
for exhorting us to keep His commandment for:
Godly contentment toward His golden crown
Great claims with His grand commendation
Gracious compassion by His good clemency
Guided consecration for His glorious cause
Glad choices against grievous coldness. Amen!
December 14, 2024
For years you have comforted and loved me, advised and counselled me
You have stood by me, stood up for me, prayed for and believed in me
I have admired you, been inspired by you, and often surprised by you
For no special reason, come here my love, and hold me in your arms
No birthday, no special holiday, no anniverary, and no bad news
No one has been harmed, and let there be no cause for alarm
If it's not too much to ask, I need to be held in your arms
09122017 PS Contest, Hold Me In Your Arms, Julie Rodeheaver, 6P
the world a playground
parents arms our nest
school was fun too
barring the weekly test
measles and mumps
mother tended with care
flame of love vibrated
heart vibrant and aware
our fontanel was open
we communed with God
but when we shared this
we but got a careless nod
we knew then we are soul
encased in body-mind
it took time to realise
to truth others were blind
counselled by elders
light of our soul became dim
taught to be street smart
God called but we forgot Him
looking back we now see
it was as meant to be
even though we seem bound
our soul is always free
Clumsily checked for the switchboard to put on the light
whence I suddenly caught a ghost at mirror sight;
Promptly like a lizard I hugged the wall really tight
which modestly stood startled toward my right;
Fretting and sweating I counselled my might
for the sake of convincing the spirit dressed in white;
And somehow tactfully managed to flee away from any horrific bite.
Ouch, somewhere deep within my insight
embers slowly kept leaping forward to ignite;
Now while sitting down to write the experience met tonight~
I realized abruptly that it's all nothing but self- existent light! (conscience)
7 June 2023
Submitted to: Self-existent light Poetry Contest
Sponsored by unseeking seeker.
Think of the hands that lovingly fed you,
Think of the hands that lovingly held you,
Think of the hands that held yours and taught you to write,
Think of the hands that held yours and taught you to walk upright.
Think of the hands that hugged you till you slept,
Think of the hands that hugged you when you wept,
Think of the hands that carefully cooked for you,
Think of the hands that did everything for you.
Think of the mouth that taught you to speak,
Think of the mouth that told you never be weak.
Think of the mouth that taught you many things,
Always there to correct wrong things.
Think of those loving eyes,
Wanting you to touch the skies.
Think of those tears,
Glistening after every successes and failures.
Remember when you were sick, how they cared for you,
Remember when you're sad, how they listened and counselled you,
Remember how many sleepless nights they spent on you,
Remember everything they did for you.
Every act was thoughtfully, carefully done,
So that your problems were reduced to none!
Remember that heart full of love and concern,
For your well being they were stern.
Remember those accusations, fights and shouts,
Remember those I will not talk to you bouts.
Remember how you were reprimanded,
Remember how you were always candid.
Just remember how they taught you self help,
But whenever needed there was help.
All was done with love and smile,
So that you would always smile.
Now they are old,
It needn't be told.
You should do,
What did it for you!
Hold their hands as a walk,
Listen patiently while they talk.
Give them the same love care and attention,
So that they can live without tension.
Tell them they are not useless here,
Tell them you still need their guidence here,
Tell them how much you love them here,
It is their house, they are its seer!
You owe your health wealth and success to them,
You owe your goodness and values to them,
Whatever you are is because of them,
You should dedicate your life to them.
Behave the way they did with you,
It is because of them, you are you!
Date: 7/30/2020
HM in Brian Strand contest
Cleaved from God’s light, we wished to be as He
but one day we ate the forbidden fruit,
whose toxins caused dread and in heart envy,
darkening our luminous soul with soot.
Though tempestuous and wild, as God’s child,
we asked Him to restore aura’s pure hue,
to which He counselled, be loving and mild,
learning by burning, beginning anew.
This translated as descent from heaven,
ensouling organic form, doomed to die,
where working our way through chakras seven,
ego erased, we again wingless fly.
Our mission being to board God’s bliss bus,
how long we dwell on earth, is up to us.
How long we dwell on earth, is up to us,
because choices we make, in time will shape
soul, that when dark desires do not nonplus,
in timeless time we’ll imbibe love agape.
We were fearful to let go of God’s hand,
so He assured us He would dwell within,
speaking as conscience, that we understand
how to uphold truth and be free from sin.
We would return to our home, in deep sleep,
that our soul be comforted all is well
but the waking state would be when we leap,
embracing love and light, feeling heart swell.
With the table laid, for joy readymade,
pure of heart enter God’s heavenly glade.
Pure of heart enter God’s heavenly glade,
simply by choosing to align with love,
whereupon in a stream of bliss we wade,
as benedictions in-pour from above.
With the veil of ignorance now lifted,
the light of our soul, glistens in our core
and from our wayward past having shifted,
we’re a peace in the boa, God does oar.
Looking back at our past, we are aghast,
at our fallen stance but right here and now,
with love imbibed, destiny’s die is cast,
whose reins are in God’s hands, which we allow.
In truth all our soul desired, was to be
cleaved from God’s light; we wished to be as He.