Best Extend To Poems
I cannot comprehend our great Creator’s mind,
how every galaxy he perfectly designed -
how every atom in the universe is his,
ordered and known by him, as all creation is.
No eye has ever seen, no ear has ever heard,
no mind ever conceived the secrets known
to him alone.
No mind can fully grasp the myst'ry of your ways -
joyful the heart that trusts and gladly renders praise
for such an awesome love that sent your Son to die.
How could that love extend to sinners such as I?
I may not ever know why you would choose to show
your grace to sinful man – though once concealed,
through Christ revealed.
Unworthy are my words your glory to express;
loosen my tongue O Lord, your praises to profess.
Though we don’t know in full, we know enough to trust
that you are perfect, wise, all-loving, good, and just.
No eye has ever seen, no ear has ever heard,
no mind ever conceived the secrets known
to you alone.
"...as it is written, no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him - but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit"
~ I Corinthians 2:9-10
Written 7 Nov 2005
Friends: Poetry Soupers,
Brethren of literary troopers,
I pray God to do my best
to wish us all a Christmas blest,
And if our loves ideas and bents
are not the same,
Perhaps we can meditate on
from whence we came.
At least in that light be together,
As Birds of a poetic feather.
I extend to you an olive branch
carried by peaceful Dove,
And wish you
Mercy ,Wisdom and Love.
We pray you have, Poetry Soupers
A joyous Christmas and happy New Year
May God bless All His literary troopers.
Gone are my childish beliefs in love
That foolish faith in magic
Dreams of devotion have faded
And clarity seems to be all that's left
You're image has shifted so violently in my eyes
The man suddenly revealed in true form
I know not that those lips hold the sharpest tongue
Ready and waiting to mortally wound me with words
Those eyes would kill me if they could
Cut me down where I stand with only a glare
And those arms that once held me close
Extend to hands that forget I am soft and sweet
Fists of rage leaving me black and blue on the floor
But I'm the one to blame, not you
I couldn't see that you have been you all along
So now I have no more tears to shed
You have stolen too many and left me nearly dry
“The wind rides in solitude
In her diaphanous delight.
Her skirts brush eternity
To gather the stars of night.”
Forever the stars she gathers
will magically move in the sky.
Their dance is the style of Glitter-bug
as they shimmy till morning is nigh.
The man in the moon watches them.
You’ll see how brightly he glows
to see those shimmying stars
on nights when his full face he shows.
And we, the witnessing earthlings,
whose eyes on the night’s sky gaze,
can more than just view the beauty
of nature’s most wondrous ways.
We also can live the wind’s joy
as her skirts among the stars twirl,
for her talents extend to valleys and hills.
Over all the world she can whirl.
Poets, look up to the heavens.
With imagination embrace
the dance of the stars in the heavens
while feeling the wind on your face.
May 5, 2021 (using Stanza 4 given by Joseph May for my first stanza)
For Joseph May's Choose Your Form Poetry Contest
For the 'ALL YOURS (JUN 1)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
how much is habit
I must extend to see
already written in the s t a r s
do I map
my neural pathways
into a sky against my will
shall I fight it
break free
of rhythm & repeat
or go gently
fearing not trajectory
or expectation
to draw upon night skies
trace how I ache
until I'm whispered to
by the moon
tempt me forward
to step out of line
from relentless linear existence
for I am free & unfettered
no arcs predetermined
yet with regret
always full circles drawn
I can't read the writing on the wall
The free hand print there is way too small
If I could just turn the volume up
I might find a way out of this cover up
But here I sit dissecting my downfall
Many were the voices who
Spoke about the things they knew
The columns as they stood before
Now turned to rubble strewn on the floor
As suspicious whispers just grew and grew
Time will surely tell the truth and
Maybe video will become the sleuth
Meanwhile we'll just say our prayers
As they extend to be billionaires
Faith is now placed in our youth...and
Here I sit dissecting my downfall...yeah
Sitting here dissecting my downfall
ANSWERED PRAYERS
Crisp cutting edges are river aging...
Dusts, gossamer embracing carves and mounds.
All around unchanged.
Solely, the wind curtains flow.
Seems, they are the only one engaging.
Have I step to an antique ground?
Waiting...
waiting... waiting
and wailing ....
When...
Somebody,
please tell me when?
I am begging ....
will someone show me when...
There are no signs, neither gleaming-clues
Hence, I am left in bloom buzzing blues
I look to reach stars spraying a lace of shine.
Lo! The moon moaning a veil of mystique fine.
Evenings are waterfall silently playing lyre.
Arousing my soul's delight to set afire
A singer or poetess booze longing to inspire
The stillness bares inner recesses well
where spirits ready to compel and swell.
There's no one else: Just you and me: my God.
On bended knees, naked from any trace of pretense
Humbly, I am opening my life to Your Holy presence.
Sweet, Oh so sweet, You extend Your loving hand.
No second thoughts, no hesitations.
Willingly, You extend to tenderly understand.
Snares and torn slowly, Oh so slowly you prune,
lightening every weighing doubts and fears.
Long forgotten prayers are answered,
timely hatched from insanity shell..
Golden ripe for prosperous harvest.
Yielding much beyond the mind calculation.
Evermore daring and bold in exhortation.
Sweet, oh so sweet, my Lord and my King.
It's worth to faithfully wait for Your perfect timing.
Now, Your promises have been falling to right places.
Kneeling down today and tomorrow thanking You...
I keep my trust wholly in the power of Your Hands...
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(c)
2:27am
August 03, 2014
inspired by the
verse: Matthew
6:33
We are building castles in the sky
with expectations higher than high!
Those gray clouds above have got to go.
We only choose to see a rainbow.
We’ll have our Camelot before we die.
We are building castles in the sky.
Don’t tell us this is just a crazy dream.
Love’s strength is like the stars above that gleam.
Radiating joy, we are beams of sun.
Happiness we extend to everyone.
We are building castles in the sky.
Join with us; the time of peace is nigh.
We are visionaries and we see
with eyes of magic. We are Poetry.
Imagine it! Free your mind and fly!
We are building castles in the sky.
Written Dec. 24, 2016
Inspired by Steven Henderson's Poetry Contest: Building Castles in the Sky
With a nod to the songs of an era of peace and love: Lennon’s "Imagine", Beatles’ "Here Comes the Sun", Oliver’s "Good Morning Starshine", Louie Armstrong’s "What a Wonderful World", 5th Dimension’s "Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In", Jackie DaShannon’s "What the World Needs Now", as well as Olivia Newton-John’s "Magic" and the classic oldie" Somewhere Over the Rainbow."
In middle school, I've never intended to be interested in anyone
the girls had claws the size of a minivan
it could extend to a couple feet to hundreds of feet in seconds.
The claws had a mind of it's own, they would grapple me
to drain my body or to rip me into shreds.
Blood would be everywhere, my screams would be internal
while the girl with the claws wouldn't even notice.
I never wanted this, neither did the girl, I got used to it after a while.
Born in the gullah cypress shade
of South Carolina
Dirt poor
Rich coffee bean skin
Teardrop-shaped pearl eyes ...
midnight black forest feminine
Uneducated and illiterate ...
Living swamp school books
was her God-given natural wit
Wisdom which breathed from the dark soil
Trampled upon by educated elephants
with lazy literary tusks,
whom never once had to truly toil
Pay the peons in euro peanuts
was the turn-of-the-century attitude
Race the stallions and mares
without benefit of schoolhouse shoes
Granny love
how often was
the horse buggy whip laid upon you
Uneducated and illiterate ...
opposites were u and i
Born of the same branch,
my soul extend to her an olive leaf sigh
Uneducated and illiterate
was you,
but papa swore
it would never be I
Granny you were the wisest woman
I ever knew
for twenty four years til the day you died
I cannot look in your eyes from here,
To touch your soul with my gaze.
Your too far away to reach, My Dear,
To be taken in by my embrace.
My whispered thoughts cannot extend to there--
Where you are's too far away.
I can only touch the empty air
Instead of holding you near always.
So many men between you and I.
I envy each one his place.
Oh, to be at the head of that line,
Looking at you again face to face.
Wonder of wonders, fate of all fates...
I chose to be where I am:
Sitting alone laughing at regrets,
Cursing the notion "what might have been".
I wish I could steal your heart to here
And keep it captive near mine.
But hearts are only given, it's clear...
All I can do is offer you mine.
RESPECT
RESPECT is the gift I would extend to you if I could.
RESPECT
RESPECT is a rare commodity that is not sold in a factory
RESPECT
RESPECT cannot be attained by your vast wealth
RESPECT
RESPECT is a priceless luxury in this modern economy
RESPECT
RESPECT yourself and others.
RESPECT.
The years increased and agéd now—between
first birth and the burnt embers of my dotage—
I yearned and pined for a God-like machine
with which to vitalize my wrinkling image;
my youth extinguished long before Life’s hour
ran its course, I succumbed to melancholy
as I loved not nor lived with Love’s great power
within my lifetime—damned be this my folly!
Only faith in a righteous, holy Son
remains who shall rise to give me rebirth
though youth and hale are gone and I’m undone
by man’s hypocrisy upon this Earth.
So, beloved, extend to me not your pity,—
for my hope lies in God's Indemnity.
because life is limited
men measure the length of life
using the rulers marked to their own standard;
some cry, some sigh, some worry to death, while others,
tremble with uncontrollable rage; yet they struggle to stretch
their life as long as they can and hold onto it, though they know
very well life is misery
the poor kneel down at dawn in front of unknown divine spirits,
offering freshly drawn water and begging for relief from
dire poverty and for a better life;
the rich are hanging onto the elixir of eternal life,
which was tens of thousands of years of constant exertions to discover;
but the ends are the same, every one most go someday and that’s why, though not of own will, but with closed resigning eyes submit to death
and that makes me wonder why pathetic life is not worth
stretching or reincarnating though, everyone is hanging onto
an illusory hope that is thinner than a spider web
agonizing to extend it;
no matter how large sum the money you spend
there is no miracle drug warrants for eternal life;
no matter how much you cry at the top of your voice
there is no spirit would hear your cry;
every life, poor or rich, must go one day
why doesn’t anyone admit themselves that every life is destined
from birth to die? all are dwelling on this side of the river
for a while and time comes most cross the river. they step on
the stepping stones that extend to the eternal world laying
beyond yonder horizon. even though this world may be a challenging place to live for a while.
last night, I saw many souls crossing over the stepping stones
to the other side of the world, they looked so pathetic because
they were dragging their feet with drooping shoulders as if cows
taken to a slaughterhouse
I extend to you my hand giving peace and tranquility…
I extend to you my smile giving joy…
I extend to you my embrace enfolding you with light…
I extend to you my trust bonding a friendship…
I extend to you my heart filling you with powerful love…
I extend to you my bounty providing you energy and knowledge…
I extend to you my serenity so you may feel bliss filled stillness…
I extend to you observation so you may witness your creations…
I extend to you compassion so you act with kindness…
I extend to you great wisdom so you see the significance…
I extend to you pure intentions of raising your consciousness…
I extend to you intuition so you know how to assist others…
I extend to you…….