Best Hiatt Poems
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Near the end of a lonely road
A home where an old man did reside
Traffic parked all around the house
Contents "For Sale", - the sign implied
"He'd lived there as long as he could, -
Ninety four years", I heard someone say
Immediate family, now passed on
At last, now he has moved away
For decades, this had been his home
How sad, he had to go
Feeble hands, prevented tasks
And steps were getting slow
Furniture, battered, worn and aged
Old radios, fans, and silverware
Used garden tools, and books galore
Some ordinary, but others rare
So many items, inside and out
In their time, each held their place
Now little more than a cast-a-way
His new address, had little space
I'm sure within his memory bank
Many younger days he recalled
A telephone, - - the first TV,
Or when a furnace, was installed
Only a few items, now adorn
The place he now abides
A bed, a chair,and one small table
A few special pictures, are his pride
There to live out his final days
Lonely hours, seem to have no end
A highlight that would mean the most,
Is a visit from family, - or a friend
Colan L Hiatt = 09-24-13
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He created the universe
Darkness and gloom, He did disperse
All was utopia, before the curse
He's awesome !
He hangs the stars out every night
On a sinking boat, He removed fright
In a jail at midnight, He gave light
He's awesome !
He delivered Daniel from the lion's den
When He met lepers, He cleansed all ten
He promised that He would come again
He's awesome !
He encountered the woman at the well
Of her sordid past, He did tell
He gave her deliverance from sin's spell
He's awesome !
He can take a broken heart
His cleansing touch can impart
Strength, - to a new life start
He's awesome !
Never has He ceased to draw attention
Since the day of His ascension
Oh, - - - and did I mention ?
He's awesome !
Colan L Hiatt = 09-25-16
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My daughter and I
Were rock climbing one morning
We got up real high
I reached the top of the rock
And awaited my daughter
Something went bad wrong
Her rope came completely loose
And she was falling
I grabbed rope hard and tightly
But she was slipping away
I started to fall
Caught myself nearly the end
I heard a small voice
Yelling up to me, pleading
“Save yourself, just let me go”
And I had to…
Russell Sivey
This is a fictitious poem . No events actually took place in my life.
Entrant into Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess "Letting go " contest
3/30/2012
A Little Bird"
(Refer to= Matthew 10:29,31)
One of the first things that I hear
As dawn breaks in the eastern sky
Is a cheerful song, of a little bird
Another bleak night, it does defy
God instilled in it, the simple fact
That life and hope, still remain
A ray of sunshine, can be seen
Amid our sorrow, and our pain
The night before, the screen displayed
A clenched fist and angry eyes
As turmoil raged within the heart
Of those who voiced their battle cries
Although darkness may rule the heart
Of those who rebel against the light
In the end, victory will be sweet
We'll rejoice, that our choice was right
He who attends the funeral of a sparrow
Will not our needs forsake
When evil would engulf our land
A way of escape, He will make
I have faith that amid our trials
His love, He will always show
He'll guide us when the night is dark
"A little bird told me so"
Colan L Hiatt = 06-27-13
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A Servant's Heart
It was on the road to Jericho
A Samaritan did compassion show
A great example, he did bestow
"A Servant's Heart"
A cart near full, in the check-out line
"Go ahead, - your items are less than mine"
She said to the elderly lady, just behind
"A Servant's Heart"
Because of an injury he was going through
He could not mow the lawn, he knew
A neighbor said: "this I will do"
"A Servant's Heart"
The funeral brought her many tears
A different lifestyle, brought many fears
Words of comfort, came from her peers
"A Servant's Heart"
Of his lofty status, everyone knew
Higher positions, were very few
Yet the down-and-out, he catered to
"A Servant's Heart"
The medical report, was not good
Her unmasked grief, we understood
Compassion he gave, all that he could
"A Servant's Heart"
As I trudge on each coming day
It's vital that I always pray
That in word and deed I would display
"A Servant's Heart"
The most lofty position, I might derive
In no way could it contrive
With - Mark: ten, forty four and five
"A Servant's Heart"
Colan L Hiatt = 03-09-13
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an attentive passerby can hear the full bloom raucous
gardens have been awakened by the iridescent sun
tulip orchids, with their gray-green leaves of glaucous
heed to chimes of silver and blue bells, rivalry has begun
in full flower, cherry blossoms bask in their self-satisfied beauty
exotic birds of paradise scoff, deeming uniqueness more pleasing
rainbow irises snicker at dahlias, labelling them snooty
lilacs and hyacinths gang up on jasmine with their teasing
competition is fierce, as crocus and primrose compete
impatiens can’t wait to hear who gets the “first spring flower” title
***** willows attempt to tame the tiger lilies, but face defeat
the gerberas were right; this will be one lively spring recital
April 09, 2012
For CONTEST - where have all the flowers gone (Lisa Hiatt)
Worth Waiting For
The brochure and the TV add
Proclaimed the event to be superb
First time in the area to appear
They're the best you ever heard
Next year's model will arrive
In the next month or two
State-of-art features, it will sport
It's worth the wait, - I promise you
Around every curve, we find many
Seeking a commodity, to exploit
It may be a simple household item
Or a large one from Detroit
All of them are, "worth waiting for"
This, they would have you believe
But permit me to present another fact
I pray in your mind , you will conceive
On the cross, God's Son was crucified
Three days later, - He arose
Then back to Heaven, He ascended
But this promise, He did propose
"I will come again, and receive you,"
Where I am, there you shall be
That's a promise, "worth waiting for"
With this fact, I pray you agree
Colan L Hiatt = 04-06-15
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Honor The Veteran
I saw him walking across the street
A little humped, with a touch of grey
"Veteran," was inscribed on the cap he wore
Surviving others, - that had passed away
His steps was not as agile and brisk
As they were a few decades ago
Perhaps his vision not as clear
But the beam in his eye was still aglow
For freedom and a way of life
He had stood strong and tall
Unyielding to the enemy
When it seemed there was no hope at all
A portion of his life was spent
Apart from family and friends
When the call for duty beckoned him
Serving his country, brought dividends
For the stars and stripes many died
Others maimed and misunderstood
When they returned to society
Some were rejected, in spite of their good
They deserve our honor and respect
They deserve to be recognized
In society they deserve a special spot
Their importance should be emphasised
When we stand at attention to the flag
As it waves gently in the breeze
Let us be thankful for the veterans
And remember them, when on our knees
Colan L Hiatt = 03-18-18
For days we were assaulted
By vicious sleet and snow
It brought life to a standstill
Many were in survival mode
Records show, it had been decades
Since such fury we had known
Just more reason to be complacent
And show how careless we had grown
Then one morning, an open curtain
Revealed bright sunlight and calm wind
There, a sigh of relief was instilled
The turbulent storm was near it's end
To me, it's a perfect metaphor
Of our sojourn in life
At times we glide on mountaintops
Then dark valleys bring pain and strife
Often after egressing from a storm
We appreciate the sunlight more
It can help us align priorities
And bring reality to the door
Though life is short, it can be sweet
If we keep the beacon light in view
By His guidance we can emerge
Into a day, - with a brighter hue
My mind is anchored on the fact
Ahead, - is a plateau calm and warm
In Heaven, there'll be eternal bliss
Truly that will be, the "end of the storm"
Colan L Hiatt = 01-25-16
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Hush my sweet petal, hush,
Thine experience that causeth thou cheeks to flush;
Is the titillation of loves first blush.
Thou beauty causeth mine heart to pound.
To shaketh it foundations leaving mine legs unsteady on the ground,
Walk yonder, then hitherto me.
Filleth mine eyes with thy beauty of thee,
Mine lips shape thy vowels of thine name
But mine voice feareth to spoil it in this adulterous game
Oh my dearest Lisa to love thee would be a carnal feat
But thine and mine love would be a sweet sinful treat
For Lisa Hiatt not as good as yours. Icannot believe I didn't rhyme one of the lines. I have to rewrite it :-(
The refrain of the little birds
Breaks silence of the night
Hours of bleakness is dispelled
As on the horizon, the sun gives light
The vivid green, soon gives way
To a golden yellow leaf
Just another reminder of autumn
To hot summer days, it gives relief
The lonesome sound of the katydid
Ushers autumn to our door
Magnificent colors will appear
Painting beauty from mountain to shore
Cycles, - appear in so many ways
Various similitudes they enumerate
The brevity of life is brought into view
As on this fact, we meditate
Mankind is but a vapor or a flower
God's Word gives this metaphor
We're here today and gone tomorrow
Death is a stalking predator
The picture is not one of gloom
To those who have heeded His call
A new beginning it affords
Eternity ends the cycle for us all
Colan L Hiatt = 08-01-15
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Galilee to Golgotha
He came as a Babe in a lowly manger
In Bethlehem from Galilee
Annals of time had prophesied
Messiah would come to set man free
Not through the realms of royalty
But by meager and modest means
Free from pollution of humanity
Untainted by mankind's genes
As a youth, He marveled the elite
When in the temple, He appeared
Rulers who once felt secure
Now, their position - - they feared
Hostility and fury, soon would follow
As law and tradition, He did negate
When their hierarchy was challenged
They knew their position, it did abate
Evil forces became more intense
Until "away with Him," they cried
"We'll not have Him rule over us"
For sure, He must be crucified
A rugged cross on Golgotha's hill,
There, they proclaimed His demise
But from the tomb, He arose to reign
Soon, He ascended into the skies
"I will return," He did declare
Only then will true peace prevail
Mine own, with Me shall be secure
Evil forces, will no more assail
Colan L Hiatt = 11-24-15
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Hoisted high above the ground
Floating in the gentle breeze
Colors and symbols depict a message
That some reject, but others please
Be it local or in a foreign land
Violence or peace it can incite
Some may regard it nonchalent
But others defend, with all their might
It's the mouthpiece and sounding board
Of what is in the human heart
Of those who raise it to it's perch
As their position they seek to impart
Yes, - the flag can easily define
How we view, life, liberty and death
Many seek to extol it's virtue
Guarding it, until their final breath
Isaiah spoke of lifting a banner
It draped over Solomon with love
Should it not be the guiding force
Symbolizing, as a peaceful dove
So, let the Christian hoist it high
In action, word and deed
Always portraying Christ as King
May God grant this to be our creed
Colan L Hiatt = 08-03-15
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They gather there most every morn
The retirees at the coffee shop
To discus events and each others ills
Politics and the new traffic stop
It is a highlight of their day
To greet each other as they dine
And so it's easy to take for granted
They're always there,- rain or shine
But then we notice - Joes not there
On the second day and more
Investigation tells us - he passed on
It's just not the same as before
As we adapt to his departure
Months later we miss Mary's face
Sadly we concede, she is gone
Only her memory - we embrace
Slipping away - - slipping away !
Dear ones that we miss so much
As the blossom of a summer flower
Relinquishes life, to winters touch
But we are reminded in God's Word
Life is but a vapor or a flower
So is the span of our sojourn here
We know not, the day or hour
But there's a promise to each one
Who is anchored, safe in His fold
The future can yield untold rewards
In a Place where, "we never grow old"
So there's consolation we can claim
When a dear one "slips away"
For them - it's just a stepping stone
To usher them from, a house of clay
Colan L. Hiatt = 01-26-14
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Diversity
The brochure paints a beautiful picture
Of a plush and exquisite get-a-way
Lavish accommodations, and food
Beaches and art in a vast array
They seek to exploit all the virtues
As if no other issues matter
A dreamland of utopia
Just live for today, - forget the latter
In another brochure, there I see
A plea to help a hungry child
Basic essentials, food and drink
A place to shelter, them from the wild
A war-torn land of poverty
Many homeless, in the cold
Meager items, mean more to them
Than luxuries of silver and gold
Diversity, has always been rampant
It's been around in every date
Solomon's luxuries and his wealth
Or the beggar at the rich man's gate
At the foot of Calvary's cross
Everyone stands the same
Great are small, and small are great
When they gather, in Jesus name
Colan L Hiatt = 02-01-15
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