Best Highs Poems
Lately I've been on flats, between heaven and hell
Who but the Almighty buffers me from lack
My stance is firm, I move with care
Not to tear or deplete what's left of me
As parents persevere, praying renewal of psyche
Grown children are puncturing precious time
You'd wonder why wise women still ride so high
On horses that will topple them in wilderness
What simmer souls from stilts that do silent
Damage to free will's humbler spirit?
I have learned it takes time for the clearing of
Cobwebs clouding fair point of views
Who will wed serenity and naked troth of this:
Time and space and grace heals and inspires simplicity with humility.
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How deep this shallow vision lies
that holds a truth my grasp can't reach
will never last, too quickly dies
in veiled perception too vague to seek.
In colors daylight will never know
this euphoric dream can't come to fast
away reality, too harsh to show
those lost reflections of the past.
From darkened weakness a light is lost
of choices made, conceived in fear
but one is left to pay the cost
of songs of love I did not hear.
Will hope replace despair?
Is anyone left to care?
The Colorful Drug Contest
Sponsored By Lewis Raynes 06/01/2016
The Winding Highway
It’s a long and winding highway
that’s leading one to Heaven’s door
But worth all the twists and the turns
afore reaching celestial shore.
Quote - Poets own
Spiritual health is one's wealth
Without God one's world falls apart
Those who deny Him become lost
And don't see the light for the dark.
What’s good for the spirit is when
One works hard to sustain wellness
To love with wondrous work of art
Eyes, voice and heart reveal it best.
There’s bound to be times when it’s tough
Whatever disasters may do
Put a smile on your face with grace
And walk with God’s yoke upon you.
Enjoy God's gifts along the way
What's meant for you will come to you
Whatever is to be will be
Life is a magnificent whoo.
There'll be a welcome in Heaven
When your life's walkathon is done
Waiting patiently there for you
Will be the Holy Three in One.
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25th November 2021
“W” New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme chosen - No.7 “Winding”
Don't know what this guy would do
Without you peeps to brighten my day
It's worth more than all the gold in the world
Just to hear what you all have to say
The difference between a happy and sad day
Between sunshine and cloudy skies
With each of the loving words you send me
You turn my lows into highs
Happiness is free, it's there for the taking
Reach out and grasp the brass ring
Though some days we lose sight of this fact
And we lose our desire to sing
It doesn't take special talent or knowhow
We all have the ability to laugh
But sometimes though, life has a nasty habit
Sending negatives right off the graph
So when this happens, grab hold of the ring
Hang on for dear life, I implore
Till whatever's causing you grief and despair
Disappears and your faith is restored
We waded through the sands
as the years progressed
sometimes sinking in the layers
until we could not touch bottom
drowning in the quick sand
other times we ran along the shore
free--we glided like waves
crashing upon the sand
slowly we regained strength
hitting various highs and lows
making us learn and grow
once in a while
pulled in by a undertow
the waves eventually would wash
our footprints from the sand
only to bring them back again
and if the lessons failed
we start all over again.
Early mornig dew
then the rising river mist
welcoming sunrise
Spring in its glory
Flowers of many colours
Honeybees at work
whirling clouds on high
The storm winds blows fiercely
distruction at hand
the river rushes
sweeping angrily along
farmers be careful
as the moon waxes
the wild wolves will be howling
tide is riding high
Feeling manic, fairly groovin'
Singing aloud as I'm hoovering.
Brilliant ideas flood my mind,
Ideas that could save mankind.
I have the answers, I know them all
It's all too wonderful, life's a ball.
But there just behind me parked
Is a place, fearful and dark.
I know it's going to call on me,
To stamp upon my reverie.
And as my joy soars ever higher,
It'll drag me down, into the mire.
Entry for Mania - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
23/1/2017. Placed 1st.
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Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
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Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did
The hunter - he stood on the shores of the loch
The monster - she watched as she lurked by a rock
The sighting - he spotted her head as she rose
The teasing - she vanished, except for her nose
The photo - he needed the proof she was there
The posing - she looked at the lens with a glare
The success - he shouted, 'This cannot be beat!'
The goodbye - she made up her mind to retreat
The mishap - his camera fell with a thud
The ending - she swallowed him whole on the mud
written 13th March for Charles' List contest
Delving Into a Fury,
Is it Hunger?
There is a pit,
Where a Deep Well of Anguish
Drowns Sugar Rushes.
Empty Highs!
“Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Man”
Bellowing an urge of Aggression With
Delicate Sighs.
This Is my Contradiction.
To Feel So Far Away
When There Is No Needed Distance between
Me and Myself.
I am An Island and Must Accept
I am My Own Company
There Is No Sorry Symphony.
Just the Crashing of Judgmental Waves.
I make waves.
spring's divine gifts sing
notes composing spirits high ...
Florida is mute
Often I have been plagued
by highs and lows--
pill pushers
would love to get their hands
on me;
put their label on me
and tell my wife:
"Shake well before using:
may cause stomach cramps
insomnia
and occasionally
a great work of art."
But now with computers
it's easy to print our own
(labels, that is)--
or license to practice medicine
or death certificate
save on the same disc
with a thousand
of our best and worst photos
curses
blessings;
somehow ram is important--
why do I picture
this sardonic creature with horns?
Remember the old TV's?
We called the antenna "Rabbit Ears";
We give anthropomorphic qualities
to our favorites,
and send the rest to institutions....
The journey goes on
Through walls and weirs
Of tears.. hurt and pain
Through meadows..
Of happiness and joy
And travellor goes on
Trusting and believing
In the one who ordained
The path ahead of him
The journey takes it toll
So you stop by a well
And replenish your strength
For the soul journey
Must go on..
Overcoming all
Flow with
The highs and lows
My inner being glows
Whether I be at the very top
Or at the very down below
But it's these type
Of circumstances
That helps the individual grow
Can you feel the wisdom I bestow
I'm wise to many
But dumb to those who really know
And depending on where heart is at
Reality can be fast or slow
I create a poem fantasy
Where I play in the summer snow, yo
We cannot calm the turbulence in the open sky.
We must bear with its disharmony as it passes us by ~Quote by poet
Tempestuous moods erupt within, a tumultuous severe agitation
Brings forth undulating vibrations, exploding with a pounding pulsation
Retributions unholy, big blue-sky echoes with conflicting resound
When the balefully coarse maligning words mercilessly expound
Somedays gliding my way high through a stream of consciousness
Taken back by the waves soaring low to a destiny that seems endless
My soul, wrenched and wretched, lets loose from my clutching mind
Over the ocean, tempest-tossed above knotty seas less than kind
Excuse if you will my slashing unabiding, dismissive demeanor
Never shall I find where tides gently flow, and grass that is greener
Clashing and clawing through dark gathering clouds are my fate
Exit you my friend from my world and my presence before it’s too late