Best Heed Poems
RETREAT TO HEED OUR HONEST DEEDS
Two old oak trees weathered by winds and rain
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur, and sustain
the wisdom borne to see the light from dark.
Two noble men aware of twilight time
both face evil world with courage and grace
Love and Nature gifts each, a life sublime
all standing with courage none can erase.
Each rooted within mother earth's great fold
weathering this world's darkest raging storms
images show lives lived regally and bold
tho' existing in weakened earthen forms.
With words of wisdom written in our seeds
we seek retreat to heed our honest deeds.
22nd June, 2018
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley
If I leave before you do
These words you must try to heed
Remember them forever
So from your grief you will be freed
I know that you will miss me here
And life will not be the same
But "your "candle has not gone out like mine
It's just a flickering of your flame
Live life to its fullest
Don't let sadness anchor your heart
Be grateful for the time we had
Not our time apart
Find comfort in your memories
Of our amazing life together
I know we expected it never to end
And "we" would be forever
Our time has come for changes
Time to do it on your own
I know it will be difficult for you both
And you will feel alone
Please try and enjoy your life
Without me by your side
Enjoy all that life has to offer you
Don't let sadness keep you preoccupied
Life is way too precious
Not to enjoy each and everyday
Laugh ,have fun, be silly
Please don't waste your time away
I was loved so deeply
Loved by the best
Had my two special boys
My life was truly blessed
Take care of each other
My beautiful family
Rejoice and laugh together
About the nutty memories of me
Remember all the happiness we shared
The laughter and the love
Know we will be together again
Beyond the clouds above
LOVE YOU BOTH ETERNALLY ....
We cannot mimic the cry of a loon. Nor capture the light of the moon.
We'll never reach a distant star. Both too high and much too far.
Yet we search, both hither and yon, Seeking that magical bond.
Love is fragile all too often. It melts a heart and makes it soften.
There's no escape when we're caught in the trap set by the heart.
It doesn't matter who we are, when love becomes a tug of war.
There's no way of putting back, the yolk of an egg that's been cracked.
No band aid has ever healed a wound. It merely covers, but too soon,
The cut, shielded and protected, is exposed revealing it's been infected.
Toxins of the most poisonous kind take away joy and peace of mind.
It's sad, yes, but it's also true, knowing there's nothing more to do.
The road to love can be quite long, and longer yet when it goes wrong.
There are hazards, twists, and turns. Flaming words leave lasting burns.
Depressing are all these thoughts. Morbid ramblings of a wounded heart.
Time heals all wounds, so they say. It's true. Time took my pains away.
These next words I speak to you, Love:
Take heed to my words of scorn. Listen to me, Love, it's you I warn.
Don't bother trying to build a defense. For you there is no recompense.
No payment for the hurt you caused. And no compensation for your flaws.
Embittered and torn, I am no more. But don't knock again upon my door.
A gut full of grease is a glutton for greed
A swirling cesspool of sinful man's seed
These men of corruption, a pitiful breed
They trust their own hearts, which deceives them indeed
Prey for the fallen and wicked to feed
Who whisper with promise to fill man's each need
They scoff at God's promise, those depraved will not heed
They mock every word in God's Book when they read
Rejecters of Truth, in which mankind is preed
They have no fear of Christ, Who shall judge every deed
He Who gives man the breath for his life to proceed
He alone, in strict justice, shall perfectly meed
He Who casts into hell, by His Word, whence decreed
He Whose anger, and fury, and wrath shall exceed
All the strength of His creatures, who must there ever dreed
He Who mocks, in derision, all the damned as they plead
He Who laughs as they weep and they wail to be freed
He Who kindles the fire that shall burn every weed
Reprobate beings shall become as a glede
The bread of the leaven He shall thoroughly knead
He Who bled as they jeered shall then jeer as they bleed
When He smites with His iron they'll remember the reed
They'll remember His cup, that accursed Ganymede
He forsaken of God that the veil should be screed
He Who endured that redemption succeed
He Who for sinners was made sin, to accede
For sin, and the Devil, and death to impede
The powers of darkness were forced to recede
As did that legion of swine once stampede
When Jesus returns riding 'pon a white steed
Armies of angels and saints shall He lead
Open your ears and your eyes and take heed
Do not let your heart be a stone when you read
The Word became flesh, as the God-Head decreed
Son of God, Son of man, incorruptible Seed
A Savior for every sinner in need
Son of man, in the flesh, come to weep and to bleed
Son of God, Bread from heaven, to heal and to feed
Christ Jesus, the Son, that He might intercede
To reconcile God with the chosen to be freed
He Who the Son frees shall be free indeed
He drank, thirsting for her;
with stygian lips pressed to her neck,
She was exsanguinated.
The squalid night-beast, left her lifeless body,
behind an alley dumpster.
No moonlight betrayed the remnants,
of his latest meal.
Any slight remorse, that he felt,
was obliterated by the metal-sweet taste,
upon his vile tongue.
He was alive again and
there were more than enough prey,
to nourish him, for an eternity.
Aerial bound, for his charnel palace,
he would sleep like the god he fancied himself.
For eight-hundred years he had perfected his hunt.
His travels had taken him through the steeps and berms,
of antipodal continents and he had viewed
what most humans, could not.
The hellish beast loved the hunt,
as much as, his meals.
When prey inadvertently approached his abode,
it was left free;
he savored the taste of the chase,
as much as, the catch.
The elixir of life was ambrosia;
The likes of which, he’d not tasted in his mortality.
How he longed to thank the beast he’d once feared, for bestowing immortality upon him.
When the next gibbous moon took its flight,
the cravings awoke him.
Dressed in his finest, modern day attire
he set upon his task.
There’s a peculiar thing about Vampire,
they fancy themselves invincible.
Old vampires, like mortals, are often,
Over confident and become careless.
On his last hunt he lost his head,
to the single swipe,
of a large were-claw!
Man am I..My tenure here frail.' I'll be soon forgotton
I shall pass through His veil.' All humans have vanity
As in blood though their veins, yet we have a filter its
The Bible Gods word created' He took pains' it is the place to
Go upon your knees.' And just listen for His spirit to
Address your questions, I wish all blessings' and God
Speed.'
Nature's mines lurking
Obstacles speckle the mist
Cloaking splintered planks
Pass your laws
do not work
live like us
The First Lady wants us all to lose weight
Have you seen her from the stern as of late
Eat smaller portions says she
Well here is my repartee
Heed thine own advice before you dictate
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
No longer what I was a month ago, not attached to this earth.
Like a wounded eagle, I'm once more regaining strength... once again stretching my
mighty wings.
This lioness was once unaware of being caged; awakes and is now free. Hear me roar.
With one stroke of my claw I will clear my way and travel to where I want to be,
to where I must go.
Trust what I say to you, I cannot stray from my renewed journey.
How can I explain that which for the most part cannot be explained?
I am a receiver and hear a call which I know and will follow. My thirsty spirit will
be filled where my present journey will lead.
Sometimes I must simply be.
My means do justify a beautiful, explosive and productive end.
From my once weary soul, I now strive to reach my new dynamic strong self.
by S.E. Clark
Christian children gather round
Hear the words the lord did say
Once you die your judgment bound
Too late to change, too late to pray
Jesus had a message bold
He died to say just what he said
Take care the poor, the sick the old
Keep your brother well and fed.
Defend the weak, the mild the meek,
Take care of those who are not able
Don’t kill or steal, do not ill speak
Invite all man to join your table.
This world is cruel, you’re meant to be
The messenger, God’s word proclaimed
Obey your faith and don’t be swayed
By Satan’s gifts of wealth and fame.
For once you’re gone, from Earth’s domain,
And stand before the pearly gates.
Your deeds are judged by god and all
Your life exposed not for debate.
Live well you Christian children now,
But heed your doctrine know it well,
The word demands your love of all
Your fellow man, or go to hell.
As the day awakens
waving to and fro
palm trees sway to greet the dawn
urging me to grow
Come outside and be as one
open up your mind
giving way to sight and sound
just what might you find
Every buzz of every bee
every whistle of a bird
sings of harmony delight
speaking not a single word
Am I then to find my place
blessed by nature’s call to be
joining skyways steeped in blue
can I be just really me
As the day awakens
one thing I do know
I was meant to see the sun
heed the rivers flow
We must take courage to look at, can,
That dirge and the tragedy of Hiroshima,
To conclude and rationalise if we can,
That throbbing, deathly, vile panorama.
We did it, we conceived of it,
We intentioned that statement said,
So let that blood statement ourselves hit,
And blossom in purple and red.
He's rolling along the blacktop,
Rolling past Flora's crop,
Like a disinterested wind,
A Zephyr without a clue...
He doesn't stop to take notice,
It's just one foot before the next,
Placing his worn out size twelve
Atop a sweet daisy...
His touch is rough, and,
Better fit the for handling the
Painstaking labors of life
Than cultivating flowers in the garden,
Some men take pleasure in plucking lilies!
They are the farm hands who reap your fields!
Other men specialize in sowing seeds,
They are those who recognize the flowers' needs...
He's not so handsome as Narcissus,
But knows well, how to piss a goddess off!
He laid to waste and wilt many flowers
And soon gained the title of 'invasive weed'!
He has no place in the garden,
No knowledge of the flowers' anatomy,
His touch is too rough to the pedal
He can't keep his hand off the pistil
Pluck the weed
That cannot heed
The need of a flowering seed
Out of my garden she decreed
read it and heed it this is my warning
take what you want but reap what you sow
is eternity worth the price
for what you think you may know
you've given up on your life, your dreams
you're left here standing hollowed
where the strong have lead
the weak have surely followed
this body is your vessal
this life is your open sea
your hate and contempt shall leave you shackled
forgiveness, this is truth, shall set you free
this is my warning i heed unto thee
you came into this life with good intent
yet the life you lead is far more tainted
to free thy soul thine must repent
love your family for we are all but one
do unto others as ye be done
try to be happy...
life is meant to be fun.