Best Furnish Poems
It’s always a good practice when living on a farm,
To have a family of cats living in the barn
They always keep the rats and mice at bay and furnish humor too –
Wherever you find kittens there’s usually a laugh or two.
Now, I remember one time, I was out there milking cows,
When I noticed three young kittens, out and on the prowl.
One, a fine young tomcat, was really acting brave
And I wondered if he faced some fear just how he would behave.
Skillfully I squeezed and threw some milk across his face –
He winced a bit, then licked his lips – he knew he’d found the place.
We played around awhile and soon the playing stalled
When he stopped and took a minute to answer nature’s call.
He didn’t know it but he backed himself up to a fresh cow pad
He grunted; then had the best little poop a kitten ever had.
He turned around to cover it; then began the fun.
He knew what he saw lying there was more than he had done.
He arched his back, let out a scream and broke into a run.
I thought, at first, it might have been something I had done.
But soon it was no mystery what scared that little cat.
There was the giant pile of poop I couldn’t help laughing at.
This kitten was the alpha kitten of the litter
Who ultimately proved to me that he was no quitter.
So, when the time came to find him a name…
Well ….. I just called him……”Fraidy”
Written By John Posey
05/29/13
Venus in View
Oh, megalithic moon, shine your rays upon my beatific being
For in this jubilant June, our hearts aflutter forever fleeing
My Venus stands still, a Goddess of the crimson songful sky
Within a throbbing thrill, my love comes in with a soulful shy
Oh Aphrodite grant me courage as the jewels of heaven glow
May the oracles flaunty furnish our embrace of eternities echo
And thus our love will flourish for the petals of desire bestow.
June.22.2018
Seven lines of romantic heaven
Sponsored by: Silent One
Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans
Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded
But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone.
Gray is granite, as markers grave marker, yet in times
Harshness the names that speak for a life lost, is vanquished
Do to erosion and the elemental tides of nature, thus is the
Silence of stone reinforced.
Cast down are the mountains of greatest beauty, due to
The ravishing of time, natural monuments reaching upwards
Unto the very heavens themselves, yet these are divine alpines,
Remain left in the shadow of the silence of stone, unable to speak.
Burn does not the eternal soul of our world, a cores heart of flame,
Heating our inner desire to thrive and survive as a species, but if it’s
Fiery furnish pilot light flickered out, turning our planet inside and out.
Would we be able to cry out for helps support, nay behold the true silence
Of stone.
Ideal statues of forbidden deities, stand covered beneath the
Rain forest canopies of the past, nay forgotten by their idol
Worshipers, vanquished, crippled they do crumble to the ground,
Banished Gods, in the silence of stone.
Grinding, cutting humanity tries in vain to leave its eternal
Mark, for generations in the future to know that we existed,
Carving epic figures amongst the rocky tops most high,
But we are the dinosaurs of our own mortality,
And in this venue, behold the stone remains
Silent not revealing our existence.
As the thundering asteroid giants of heaven, cascade
Ever closer to us from above, the world still casts
Rocks of ignorance against their kindred brethren,
Denying that the collision is due to happen no
Matter what.
But stone never shatters, it’s solid,
And it weighs heavy on the intellectual mind,
But stone ears remain dual of sound, again
The silence is deafening.
Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans
Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded
But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The Unborn Child
I wonder will they let me in?
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.
Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.
Oh God, I’ll make them love me,
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.
I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be
BORN.
SIGN OF THE TIMES
Silence is not always precious made in gold
In fact can be base alloy: dull and cold
Gleam gone dim, for the lack of active burnish
Now withheld - the living spoken words that furnish
On the nonce, response that endows communication
For that, in essence, is our spiritual libation
The substance of our lives as social beings
How sad, we eschew this act of spirit freeing
Each one is as in an insulated box
Transformed with a machinery that mocks
In imitations mechanist that don’t embrace
Most live exchange that could be face to face
Ease of access comes with loss for which I’m vexed
Sending isolation messages by text
23 April 2018
In the midst of solitude…
I’m upheld to learn from God Who teaches the best lesson:
Such is to love Him above all – in and out of season
To esteem Him with pure heart’s reason
Seeking His grace to transform me to be a better person.
While gripped with solitude-dread…
I’m led to understand that to fear the Lord is indeed vital
Since doing so for wisdom-gaining is fundamental
To keep me from sin that’s perilous and fatal
Bringing me His blessings in their grand total.
Though solitude-stricken…
I’m enabled to trust God’s Word which I must cherish
As my faith stands against trends that easily perish
Upheld by His truth mere opinions can’t tarnish
In His confidence He does readily furnish.
In vanquishing solitude-despair…
I’m pulled to flee from worldly influences’ destruction
Overcoming pride, flesh and vanity’s temptation
As I walk through the Spirit’s confirmation
While in His fellowship I bring to Him my petition.
To combat solitude-gloom…
I’m engaged to abide* in Christ since He's the best Driver
For that’s the best choice I have as His love-receiver
I’ll abide in Him, by His mercy, quitting never
Blooming where He has planted me to be a help-giver.
*John 15:4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.
May 2, 2018
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 3)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/3/2021.
Please strengthen my testimony Lord.
Help by being my sword, shield, and reward.
Destroy that which is inside me, abhorred.
Bring me aboard, and fully furnish me restored.
As we travel across this stormy sea,
Help me bail and stop all these water leaks.
Be a motor in the back for me,
And a rudder to steer me clear and free.
Savior, I am unable, but Thou canst redeem.
Please come rescue, release and restore me.
I cry out for Thy mercy, peace and healing,
So I can live in righteousness, abundantly.
I have not the power, and am not my own,
But Thou canst plant, grow and reap, all seeds sown.
I need Thee every moment, to not be alone.
In the end, bring me home to bow at Thy throne.
I am to follow Thee, so I must abide in truth.
Please give me all Thy ways, and follow through.
I need Thee to teach, preach and lead, to improve.
I know Thy love is all I can do, so help me prove.
Now I ask Thee wholly, to restore me in Thy grace.
Glorious Father, I now fully embrace.
I have so much to become, in all Thy ways.
Hold me up tightly, to the light of Thy face.
My offering is me, and Thou offered Thee,
So let’s come together, and be one in deed.
Sealed in Thy holy sacrifice, I am made free.
Let this be all I’m after, for only this will suffice me.
Acorn
By the side of the road
Abandoned
Bird's nest
In the middle of the road
Each with a story,
They draw my eye to them
Home I furnish for them
........Together
On my shelf
they're in the work places
and stores downtown...
silent and quiet
blank faces
private
in groups...
they express
themselves all
freely the same
and...me not feeling
time stealing
from them
thought...
"aliens"...
the years have cleared
the unfamiliar scene
and now...i'm what had been all along...
alien...in an alien world...
now with access only to the relevant
universal intellect continuum
and this...'this invention' enables
craftsmen of the word
to furnish the world
with script and book
to read or cook...
wonderful
pass-time-planet
earth
It has been years now
standing on the edge
this Solitude
no more feels like a cage
all these bruises, all that rage
have now vanished
all those blunt edges are tarnished
my soul
I still need to furnish
it's OK to look back sometimes ....just don't stare
one thing is damn clear
my destiny still isn't here
because it is about the journey that I'll make
Its about the dreams we pursue for our own sake
I know !!! all those experiences work just headache
but in the end it's all about the bonds you make
Oh just f*** it !!!
let me enjoy this view of this beautiful lake !!??
Arise, O compatriots,
Let’s come together to build the broken walls,
Arise, your sinking ship for safety calls;
Let’s rebuild our heroes’ humble halls.
Nigeria's call obey,
Like a baby she yearns and yells for succor;
The spears and swords of war grieves her sour,
Let arise to save her heart that’s faint and poor.
To serve our fatherland,
And not to sell our brain to the western pest,
Nor make our green garden, a terrain for test;
Let’s arise to give our fatherland the very best.
With love and strength and faith…
Not with our grains soaked in gall and greed;
We have a patriotic plea and a noble need,
To build a nation with love: a colorful creed.
The labour of our heroes past…
Yearn and yell for our hand to uphold
The sure substance in our state’s stronghold,
So we can remain a fat and flourishing fold.
Shall never be in vain…
Let’s furnish our field to stop brain drain;
Let’s shield our seas from spills and stain,
Let’s get our gains without playing with pain.
To serve with heart and mind…
A land where there is hope and health;
A land where lords and labors walk in wealth,
A land where giants and ants share same strength.
One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity
Walking in wealth and wisdom,
Seen by sons and strangers as a kind kingdom,
Where everyone is sure of soaring to stardom.
I confess I've been known to partake
Straight icing sans chocolate cake
I concede I shall never be lean
Pouring fudge without the ice cream
It's apparent my tool-shed doth grow
Baked cookies? Just gimmie the dough
It is rumored that I often spread
Peanut butter and jam (hold the bread)
From grandma I would often cajole
A sugar rush direct from the bowl
(Rejecting her kit for caboodle
Choosing filling minus the strudel)
I eat healthy! Want some examples?
Pay-Days contain protein that's ample
Orange Slices provide Vitamin C
Milky-Ways furnish Vitamin D
Cavities? My molars are mature
Cholesterol? I concur (THAT'S for sure)
Gotta change before damage is done
Take a walk? Um, later, Honey Bun...
If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Would You offer Me Your Hand to hold?
Would You Heal Me as this unfolds?
Would You offer Me a bath and cleanse Me?
Would You defend Me from Meanness as We see?
If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Could You ever just Be seen with Me as I Be?
Could You pray with Me and help Me Sleep?
Could You walk with Me and Show that You care?
Could You cloth Me and show Me You share?
If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Should You help keep a roof over My Head?
Should You furnish a room with a bed?
Should You Hug Me and hold Me tight?
Should You Protect Me from a horrific fight?
If I were Poor would You still reach For Me?
The Old Beggar consoled with Two Rich Men that pondered.
The Two Rich Men just walked away and moved on yonder...
Then The Old Beggar cried in Mercy,"I just begged You to try..."
The Two Rich Men showed no remorse and never answered His Cry...
Then The Old Beggar just stopped and stared when He was apposed...
There The Old Beggar turned away with His Beautiful Angel Wings Exposed!
I Changed the verse by inserting a question every verse.Then The Beggar Himself became an Angel that was hidden the whole time the ballad was told.
Harlot rides the scarlet colored beast,
"the rich, fat cats having a feast.”
Come now ten horns of ten fables
Loose the yokes of uneven gables
Babylon, Babylon the great
Ten nations shall furnish your plate
Mystery Babylon the great
Economic icon is greed’s mate
Mother of all mothers the harlot
Bloody wars ride beast colored scarlet
Scarlet beast borne econ harlot
Waste the city, the econ starlet
Two pillows, of knees bowed low
Beneath ashen face has lost its glow
The Caterpillars’ hum has ceased
The new city shall weep for peace
For one day in a month in a year
A sign shall appear in a sphere
Those that sigh, shall understand
Fled into many mountains stand
False liberty is of God forsaken
Prepare for this rude awakening
False pie in the sky is too high
Still, fat cats ask the poor to comply
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Written 10/10/2011
We encountered amongst the constellations
in the sky
Usually there's a question, but I never
ask why,Usually because the question
is rhetorical with no moral,
allusion with no conclusions,
introductions without productions
It was love at first sight,the everlasting
combination The love lasts long,
longer than hibernation
We both are intuitive and in touch
with the subleties of human interaction
I can help her fulfill her dreams
and ambitions with
my awe-inspiring satisfaction
sweetness is my weakness, but she made
it my force I see dark shadows in the sky,
with no feeling of remorse
For her, I can furnish a
love-steadfast foundation
She gave me Neptune and Jupiter,
and I gave her pluto and Mars
Im sorry, I made a mistake,
I meant to give her all of the stars