Best Depend Upon Poems
Preoccupied with symmetry
The world considers face
The quest for winsome Venus
A never-ending chase
Obsessed with judging people
By the numbers on a scale
We scrutinize our bodies
To every last detail
Yet what of inner beauty
Is that of no import
As it remains forever
Its passage won’t run short
For me, it is my mind and heart
I will depend upon
For in this world of ducklings
We all can’t be the swan
Honestly lately, there is too much going on
Hurting everyone by those who choose to be a con
There’s too much going on, in so many ways
Weighing on people’s hearts all of these days
Breaking us down, worrying minds, splintering souls
Finding emptiness as the normalcy goes
All wrapped up in this turmoil that rolls
I can say, roll with the punches, but that’s not easy to do
We must face truth, unite and love each other too
We must keep our minds on pleasant things around as well
And be grateful for whatever we have, wherever we dwell
We must have patience with our daily routine
And of course avoid those acting out being mean
Where the light shines, is your place to relish
Never stop hoping and hold onto every single wish
In these times, there is certainly too much going on
But this day we have to live is ours to depend upon
And this day is your day to live, breathe, your day to be
All that makes you who you are, with happiness for others to see
Heidi Sands
5/26/22
Am in a life like a bait,
In dark world, none to rate,
A life with bumps and hate,
Come close my love, be my mate.
None to express humility,
None to depend upon for mercy,
None to accept my creativity,
Come close, we go singing merrily,
Pleasures through the valley we will prove,
Together hands held we shall move,
Through the land, together to express,
Love and lust of great success.
Into the shepherd's land we will go,
hipping hopping jumping, no fear,
Of falling, of getting mud on us smear,
Come by me and be my dear.
Into the woods we run,
Pacing, running for freaky fun,
Obeying not any single nun,
Falling not into the hands of a gun.
Beautiful days I see,
Wonderful times, ahead of me,
And passion past all odds,
Reminds me tears I shed on lonely roads,
Come close, be mine of times new, old
To me nah be a hater,
For in life i wanna be closer,
Closer to you than never,
Fate and all mine lies in your future.
“ 9But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.” 2 Cor 12:9 NIV
Give me Your power, Lord
For on You I rely.
Create in me a pure heart;
My weakness to deny.
Make me more like you, Lord.
Give me Godly sorrow and repentance.
Wash me with Your precious blood;
Cleansed by your acceptance.
Your power is the only way
I can represent You,
For my weakness still exists,
Even when Your power’s in view.
Upon You I am dependent
Each and every day.
You said Your grace is sufficient—
For Your continued power, I pray.
If there be any anxious thoughts,
Or lack of faith somehow,
I ask You to change me;
Wipe all fear from my brow.
Gift me Your gift of faith;
For all I rely on You.
For each and everything I need,
I depend upon Your power true.
Give me Your power, Lord;
Faith in consistent actions.
Clothe me with Your glory;
Reign in all my communications.
Make me like You, Lord,
So to others, I’m a witness
of Your redeeming power and grace;
Your enabling robe of righteousness.
Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue
The success of a family
Is not based on talent
But by virtue and passion
Love is the nucleus that mend
All the relationship that binds
Every member to keep in touch
And contribute the welfare of everyone
Commitment is the first advantage
To make the ties strong
Loyalty is the energy that goes
Everyone's affection keep burning
Cooperation is the connector
That makes every member jive unity
In making things end meet
The success and failure of the family
Depend upon the leader that is working
Planning, initiating, and executing fairness
Intelligent, divisive and good governance
In making life, business and relationship
Alive, attainable, sustainable, dependable
Harmonious, relatable and fruitful life.
God gave me more than I deserve
He gave me a good Mother
Someone I could always depend upon
While so many others
Go without a Mother’s love
God gave me eyes to see the best
Instead of just the sadness
He whispered hope into my heart
While some seem intent
On listening to the worst thoughts
God gave me laughter to spark
Compassion and blessedness
Feelings sought by most I see
While I feel them always
With my prayers and my praise
God gave me silent dreams
Joy beyond my belief
Faith that conquers most fears
While leaving me certain
That my love will always overcome
God gave me shadows of light
Inspiration to ignite
Breathless poetry and prose
While psalms seem to flow
From the warmth of my very soul
God gave me more than most
And I don’t understand why
Some struggle and fight
While I sail through on songs
Written by my Savior’s calling
God gave me – Me
In spite of my failure to see
Just why I have it so easy
While others face trials and grief
That I somehow mostly avoid with peace
God gave me – Me
Rich in hope and faith
Filled with kindness and grace
Alive with a fire that rages
Coloring my spirit in hues of sweet love
God gave me – Me
And I value this gift He blessed me with
Because without Me where would I be
While others discover their own way
I find God is leading me when I pray
I cannot put you into rhyme
You would refuse to go there
Having once said, “If you can describe love . . . . It isn’t”
And you are the same
I cannot dress you in words and do you justice
Adjectives fall upon themselves in the effort
And metaphors mumble in confusion
While searching for comparisons
Because you were the source of it all
All things must be compared to you
And beauty should have bowed when you passed
Your smile was never like the sunrise
Rather, the sunrise imitated your smile
And when I saw stars reflected in your eyes
The stars were made more beautiful
Some men are correct to offer the compliment
“You look beautiful in that dress”
That was inappropriate with you and I would gasp
“That dress looks beautiful on you”
The standard of all things lovely lived in you
And with a glance the sister nymphs danced
And all was well in the kingdom of my soul
And so it is now . . . . now that you are gone
When leaves whisper about the wind
I know they gossip of why I walk alone
Why my arm reaches for the empty space beside me
And crickets spread rumors across the night
Even the streamlet frog grunts his agreement
Because without you all things beautiful
Depend upon each other for definition
And grow lonely in the task
And I am composed of memories, nothing more
Repeating them like butterflies going home
Sometimes it's hard to remember
That greatness comes first from
Something so small and dependent.
Just as the Bald Eagle chick
That hatches so helpless
Must depend upon parents,
So was the growth of our country,
Finding her wings with thirteen
Colonies and a Declaration of Independence.
Boasting freedom to be necessary
And proper and showing
The world her wings of greatness.
First a poult and then a
Proud parent herself,
Soaring over all the world
Proclaiming that others
Will enjoy freedom,,
While protecting her domain.
We cannot do without water,
But it could do without us
If we choose!
Bodies of living things are made up
of mostly water, squashy plants,
Blood and Lymph included too.
Without Hydration, the skin as well as
Internal organs would become very dry.
Dry organs cannot function and
Would definitely malfunction!
Even tears and saliva would be
diminished,
Forming crusts instead of lubricating!
Drink lots of fluids, for fluid loss
is a continuous thing-
As we breathe, sweat, in kidney-
filtering,
Water is indeed a Requisite for life
and living;
Mucus dilution during the Common
Cold.
Normal electrolytes depend upon it.
Potassium, Sodium, Magnesium
when dry, crystalizes and heart and
Brain problems we do get.
Water is also seen in Crystallization,
In the form of ice, snow,or on cold
surfaces.
It crystalizes on those unfortunately
frost-bitten ones,
In the frozen, hard unrelenting cold
caregivers take care of!
It Precipitates in Seas, Oceans, Rivers,
Lakes and Streams;
Where "hot air rises" as a mist to the
clouds,
Making them heavy to "fall" as rain.
Animals, Humans and Vegetation welcome it.
Water is a great "body-guard" for being
Impermeable,
Oil and water never mix and fat is separated too.
Water helps form blood and lymph after we eat,
Flowing to flush out our accumulated mess.
We are Invigorated with life, as cells hydrate
Durig a long trek on a path at camp.
Water invigorates the life-source due to
exhaustion,
Even the Lord cried out "I thrist."
Water "minds its own business:
Quenching the thirst of animals,
Irrigating lands as it passes by,
Filling reservoirs for domestic use.
Choose to make use of it daily!
Poetry Contest:
Poetry Title: Elements Part 3: WATER
Instructions:
YOUR POEM TO BE SUBMITTED WITH ALL 6 OF THESE WORDS:
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Friday, April 29, 2016
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
If only we could have you back Dad, just for one more day
To hold you in our arms once more before you went away
To tell you how we love you, how we know you loved us too
How no man in this world will ever take the place of you
Dad you were our anchor, our rock, our shining knight
The man we all depend upon and love with all our might
Always we will picture you sitting in your chair
Coffee, paper, football...how we wish you were still there
Whenever you were told another grandchild’s on the way
The frown upon your face would speak the words you’d never say
But when each newborn grandchild in your loving arms was placed
The look of unconditional love was there upon your face
Precious memories linger and tears will gently flow
For the Granddad with the sweets...the Granddad who never said no
Always there for each of us, you always made us smile
And knowing we were happy seemed to make your life worthwhile
You filled our lives with happiness, we filled your heart with pride
But now we walk this unknown path without you by our side
Those who never met you will feel they know you too
For part of you will live in us in everything we do
Forever we will miss your voice, your laugh, your smiling face
Forever we will miss the Dad we never will replace
It’s hard to let you go Dad for we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven, high above the sky
Dad, you'll live forever in the stories that we share,
In every laugh, in every tear, we feel your presence there,
Though Heaven called you far away, you're never truly gone,
For in our hearts you'll always be, still guiding us along
But sometimes when we’re all alone
And feel all hope is gone...
I know we’ll hear you whisper...
"kids just smile...and carry on”...
Our Dad...our hero ***
This is a special lady,
you alway's depend upon.
You love her so much in the world,
and to her your "the special one"
She makes you laugh,
maybe sometime's cry..
She does it all for your own good,
and to you she would never lie.
Just look at her face,
it really does shine.
Hold on a moment..
it look's so much like mine.
We are like the same person,
we have the same smile.
We never ever argue!
well maybe once in a while.
She is "a special lady"
who is wonderful and great.
This lady is my mother,
but is also my best mate.
Desperate Escapes
By Odin Roark
They see only what they need,
That desire to see beyond
The heat and squalor,
The effrontery to their species' senses,
These sentient beings whose 2nd bedroom
Remains the fire escape.
How haunting
The mangy dog sniffing the gutter below,
Ribs needing something besides vanishing hair
To protect his fragile existence,
His pride long gone
Like the optimistic glow of a downtrodden eye
Slowly closing in the darkness of lost hope.
Yet…
Somehow the animal survives,
Knows no ring-of-battle towel to throw,
Not ropes to hang upon,
No round bell of ending to depend upon.
We contemplate…
High above TV antennae sway precariously,
Moon's glow the spotlight,
This era of cable
Beyond reach,
HD a dream for many,
Rabbit ears struggling to survive
Yet another era of poverty.
For such mutual survivors,
Resting on window sills,
Splayed on cast iron escapes
Atop pillow and laundry,
The square screen offers fantasy survival,
Providing dreams in the bed-of-hope
Even though void of reality,
Their innocence clinging,
They survive greed's harsh weapons,
Enduring further nights of longing,
Endemic to cookie-cutter imitations
A grandiose Manhattan perpetual struggle,
Syria's,
Athens',
Perhaps even tomorrow's utopia.
When does the glad hand of deception disappear
The reach of power's greed meet its end?
To talk,
To negotiate,
To be human,
Some believe
Remains futility's endowment.
Never perhaps an epiphanies’ platform,
But fire escapes, stairwells and rooftops around the world
Will always afford relief for the moment,
Trusting someday
There will be
No need
For such painful dreaming…
Such desperate escapes.
I am a robot/hybrid scientist
Observing your planet every one hundred years
I have noted your city states become kingdoms
And then your kingdoms develop to become empires
I've seen your flags gleam with shimmering pride
Recently overshadowed by the banner of technology
It appears you have no resistance to assimilation
Now more and more you depend upon machines
I have noted that you trust in your computers
Far more than you will ever trust in each other
And now your empire has become a technocracy
Inevitably each of you has become only a number
I am making a notation for the next time I pass
Is this inevitably the way it always has to be?
See, I’ve heard my ancestors used to love one another
And now I wonder if you will become as lonely as me
Facts we look upon,
And the apparent truth we observe,
Depend upon forgone,
Opinion that we reserve,
And is perhaps not what’s deserved.
Sharon Bell
Grass covers the terrain that now contains me
As I exist in a realm of complete tranquility.
Inhabitants come and go way above, on the ground
Here I am and can not hear a single sound.
The void of all light does not fill me with fright
Because in this darkness, I have spiritual sight.
That does not depend upon the sun, stars or the moon
But rather from the Holy Father, who will return very soon.