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“Hope springs eternal”
a wise elder said to me
I never forgot
a strong cornerstone of faith
hope is found when needed most
I did not “find God”
faith was always part of me
in good times or bad
faith allows us to feel love
even for those who are foes
love is amply strewn
by all who have hope and faith
the blessed trio
travel lifelong together
escort us to heaven’s gate
*Written August 25, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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"Looking back at the Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from 300 miles up. Looking down, you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon, what we see as blue sky on Earth. You realize how small it is and how fragile the planet is." - Astronaut Mike Good
All we are seeing around us is
utter and absolute
Blackness
The image seared into our brains is
Desolation
a blanket of the densest darkest threads
through which
no light can seem to enter is
above us
and
below us
At last in the vast expanse of nothingness
just a thin ribbon of blue sublime and beautiful comes into view
Our collective pulse quickens
Faint light can be seen!
The phrase Hope springs eternal is in my mind.
Our gloom is fading,
for our home planet has already endured long past the point
when God first said
Let there be light
Written May 11, 2016
for the "Just a Thin Blue Ribbon" Poetry contest of Rita A. Simmonds.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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I can watch them again,
grown men at a children's game,
the glory of the Show
on the TV screen.
For a while
I couldn’t watch,
knowing
I’d been close.
A phenom
Double A at 18
90+ fastball,
but it didn’t move.
And in Triple A
and spring training
for the Show
they ate it up.
When I tried harder
my arm blew up
rotator cuff - tendinitis
epicondylar fasciatus
Tommy John
physio, drugs, steroids.
Hope springs eternal
but nothing helped
enough.
Now I sit in this bar,
mush for brains
just like my arm.
Don’t care that
drugs and alcohol
don’t mix
as I watch them
knowing almost
is worse than
never.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2015
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A kiss from heaven
A magical time
A true love is rare
But decidedly divine
My picture of love
Was carefully designed
Two parents and a home
That I could call mine
Shakespere and romance
Filled in some gaps
Passion and desires
Completed the map
But can we play
With the cards we're delt
With time an enemy
And the beauty of someone else
How can I win love
With what I have
And the ideal of me loving
Makes people laugh
All the ledgends and stories
That I would use
To make myself something
Besides abused
Hope springs eternal
When it comes to love
As fools we dare to trust it
But it's love that we're made of
Love plays its game
Of hide and seek
And of all emotions
It's the most unique
Why we desire
This awesome power
When by it we are
Weakened by the hour
Upon inspection and
Deep reflection
Without it flesh
Is incomplete
The laws of attraction
Mixed with fashion
Or divide the strong
From the weak
Is love law or law love
While contenders ferociously
compete
Long and lonely
This part of lifes journey
That so often leads
To dispare
It's not just physical but it's also
Finding someone who cares
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Did we find that sacred trust
Or are our memories
Filled with lust
And like our bodies to decay
And rust
Was our destination
Heaven or bust
Johnny Loving
Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2013
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Those that must have fled the alien shore
or sought respite at home, secure
in knowledge that when the time is right
they will resume their never-ending fight
The piccturesque masks danger deep within,
ice covered pools with surfaces too thin
to bear the weight of unsuspecting feet,
a thin white line where sky and landfall.
And yet, hope springs eternal year by year -
a Christmas rose, all white, will oft' appear
to contrast with the red of robin's breast,
both with with the strength to fight the Winters' test.
Against the harshest elements to stand
another year, just as nature planned.
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2013
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We come to life with no great aim,
But step by step, our souls flame.
We crawl before we learn to walk.
We babble before we learn to talk.
We walk and make our first step,
With a lot of pain and a little help.
We make it then and start to run,
With too much love and too much fun.
But we are still with no great aims,
For life is still a bunch of games.
Then we grow up and pain begins,
And start to know of our sins.
We think we choose what we shall be,
But soon we change and start to see,
That we are made what we should be.
When we see that and stick to it,
We might succeed and make a hit.
Then we begin to set some goals,
Which will enrich our empty souls.
Yes hope springs eternal in the heart,
And brings us close to a head-start.
If goals are great, noble and high,
They will see light and soar so high.
So hitch your wagon to a star,
For greatness is just a step afar.
Copyright © OMAR JABAK | Year Posted 2013
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Cherry blossoms bloom;
the townspeople sing, laugh, dance:
hope springs eternal.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013
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Time froze solid over crystal ledges
Not withstanding planetary degrees of cold
Eroded ages in deep space remain
Below zero beyond the inner planets
A pure white landscape far away
Fixed in the void a world displaced
Through no fault of its own
Ice geysers spew forth from tectonic force
Debris escapes through thin atmospheres embrace
As the rings of Saturn part
No gravity to hold it back from endless dark
Sacred worlds, engineered by natures magic
Reminded of Earth's past without the people
Religion, caskets, cold graves and catacombs
Back on the home planet are gone or frozen
It seems so long ago
Brought in from the cold on dim candles glow
Before the age of matches lit the way
In the age of Renaissance, intelligence grew
With colorful flowers, warm hues and daring fragrances
Lifted enlightenment to bloom
Soon there would be rockets in the future
History holds nothing back not even floods
Love of exploration and science are not taboo
To build a future
Divine intervention fits in small crevasses
In hour glasses devoid of population
Sand can not keep up with time
Plenty of ice though fills in unknown zones
So many barren worlds stand out there alone
Planets move fast, stretch on vast distances
Far from the sun
Measure out frost in the cosmos cold and long
Engineering inventions will do
The way, the truth, the light
Replacing catacombs and candles
Hope springs eternal in the depth of space
Where lights flicker, ashamed to go out of place
Cosmic storms rain on with asteroids
Manufactured in the void
Where it is always cold
Ice Planet roams alone
Awaiting an encounter
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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Midnight mass
Christmas rites;
Peace on earth
~~~~~~~~~
Downtown lights
Dressed for Christmas;
Goodwill atmosphere
~~~~~~~~~
Church pews full
Congregation at ease;
Peace for our time
~~~~~~~~~
Say a short prayer
For world peace;
Smiles abound
~~~~~~~~~
Greetings and meetings
Fine foods and liquor;
Festive spirits
~~~~~~~~~
Mistletoe dance
A loving glance;
Christmas kisses
~~~~~~~~~
Christ the reason
For the season;
Love abides
~~~~~~~~~
Stroke of midnight
Christmas Day moods;
Jolly and bright
~~~~~~~~~
Dear God we pray:
May each soul feel
Love Godspeed
~~~~~~~~~
Twinkling lights
Decorated tree;
Joy sublime
~~~~~~~~~
By this old church
Memories spring;
Christmas highlights
~~~~~~~~~
Virgin Mary cradles
The new born Christ;
Humble hearts rejoice
~~~~~~~~~
Another Christmas
To celebrate love;
Goodwill to all men
~~~~~~~~~
Cheer sings profound
Of truth and love;
Christmassy moods
~~~~~~~~~
Dance and sing,
Shout out loud;
Merry Christmas
~~~~~~~~~
Joy comes to heal
The way we feel;
Love most surreal
~~~~~~~~~
May each day
Be a good day;
Come what may
~~~~~~~~~
Man be not proud
Just sing out loud;
Hope springs eternal
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 December 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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Love is like a flower,
It will grow and live;
Beauty to the beholder
Its offering to give.
As it grows older,
Therein the problem lies;
Its beauty doth fade,
It withers and dies.
Yet remember always
In the mists of gloom;
Hope springs eternal,
A flower again may bloom.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2005
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through his word
we can find a
measure of hope
comfort and serenity
Our Heavenly Father
Copyright © Deneen White | Year Posted 2008
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...inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault
Two hundred miles and counting,
Kansas blacktop, batttling snow,
visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting,
from here to there he has nowhere to go.
Lela left, took the kids and the horses,
hostility raging and angry goodbyes,
broken dishes and old, shattered promises,
nothing but highway and tears in his eyes.
Wichita, Lawrence, there's nobody waiting,
mile upon mile with no real destination,
no one to call, his memories grating,
thinking the while of his elimination.
Motels and hotels, the marks of community,
churches that urge you to come on inside,
Salvation Army, use them with impunity,
doctors and hospitals serving with pride.
Hope springs eternal, that's what they say,
confidence builds as he goes on his way,
to gather himself, shake it off, that is all,
grace the true measure, the cure for a fall.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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1.
artistic insight -
getting that vision's better
than knowing the truth
2.
haiku’s are hiding –
hunting season just opened
all understatements
3.
minimalist form
reveals dancing images –
how much can you say?
4.
"look!" old man reflects
"more cracks than I care to count -
how God's light gets in?"
5,
fishing bob jiggles
baited hook plumbing the depths –
men watch girls walking
6.
play it again Sam –
although hope springs eternal
bad weather ahead
7.
seventy two brides -
perhaps I'm missing something
sounds like hell to me
Brian Johnston
May 16, 2017
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(I wote this after seeing an older man laboriously carrying water in a bucket and
watering his small corn plants one-by-one. The field was large and the task seemed
to me to be hopeless. But he was doing all that he had at his disposal to save his
crop from drought.)
Hope Springs Eternal
By Elton Camp
There is something about this man to inspire
That he is doing what he can is much to admire
He diligently turned and planted corn in his field
With the hope that a bountiful crop it would yield
He fertilized and carefully kept the weeds away
As he cultivated his precious corn day by day
The seeds soon sprouted and the plants grew
But the needed rains proved to be far too few
And though the prospects indeed look very bleak
Buckets of water he wearily totes from the creek
It may seem useless, but it’s all he knows to do
But it’s a task so large he may never get through
He pours water to this one, the next, then more
As the farmer does his seemingly endless chore
Back and forth to the creek he goes to fill his pail
With the hope that better weather will soon prevail
It would be easy to give up and angrily curse his fate
To surrender all of his future to total despair and hate
But to do a thing like that is not this good man’s way
He chooses to continue to fight, work and often pray
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011
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- Train Whistle
Leaves are on the ground,
A North wind is picking up...
The train-whistle blows.
- Reality
Is it for the dead?
How long do we have to stay...
Cold reality.
- Hopeful
Hope springs eternal,
New ideas and new leaders...
Not much of a choice.
- Tragedy
They are coming home,
Why do we keep forgetting...
What a tragedy.
...(Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer)
Copyright © Brendan Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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just when you like me
hope springs eternal and busts
another legend dies
Copyright © chris bowen | Year Posted 2007
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No matter that the mailman stops or not.
I still put on my heavy jacket,
Tug on my boots and woolen gloves.
Give an unspoken invitation
To my ol’ shaggy shepherd,
Who arthritically arises, stretches, yawns
Pads to the door and patiently waits,
Tongue lolling.
It’s a good long walk
From the porch to the mailbox.
I can see from here the flags not raised,
But it doesn’t lower my hopes
Ol’ dog plows through the snow
Snortin’ and sneezin’
And peeing on anything vertical.
With a deep breath of crisp, frosty air
Cautiously taking one step at a time
Handrail held tight as a lover’s arm
Both feet on the each step before
Trying the next.
Then the slow measured trek
To the end of the driveway.
A long moment of hesitation
With hand outstretched
Knowing full well the feeling
Of foolish anticipation.
A timid tug on the mailbox door
Then a tentative peek inside.
Tho’ obviously empty, I look once again
And grope for an envelope
That I know is not there.
A deep sigh…from deep snow
And deeper disappointment.
I close the mailbox door
And pat the top gently,
As if forgiving it for being empty.
I always give feelings and emotions
To all things about me. Always have,
Always will.
Shrug off a chill. Hear the snow squeak
‘Neath my boots.
Turn and start back to the house.
Ol’ dog pulls his nose from a snowdrift,
Shakes off a snout full of powder,
Runs to me and nuzzles me back to the house.
Why is it that the return trip is always shorter
Than the trip to a place?
And before I know it, I’m back on the porch
Brushing snow off of ol’ dog.
A long last look at the end of the driveway.
At the patient mailbox waiting for tomorrow
Then it’s back inside in the warmth once again.
Ol’ dog in his bed licking ice off his paws.
Me lookin’ out of the window, knowing full well
That we’ll do this again tomorrow
And that tomorrow the mailbox
Will be empty again and tomorrow
Will also be as lonely and empty
…again…
They say hope springs eternal
and that love never dies.
I look out at the mailbox
with a tear in my eye...
They say also that time heals everything.
I think that they lie.
(but I'll give them the benefit of doubt)
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2014
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Hope springs eternal in the land of the open mind and heart
Steadfast they move towards that which never left their sight
Yet those who have lost faith in their fellow travellers
Will never see the beauty of stars hiding behind the darkness of night.
Or how they glow in streams of silver moonlight
Basking in their own piece of heaven
Painting pictures of unimaginable places
Places unsullied by course hands and insipid minds,
The back packers delight, their own personal unicorn,
A nautical point to which lifes’ compass beckons.
Forcing introspection, for the weary eyes of such travellers
And reconsideration of a once certain headings
Copyright © Pravir Dass | Year Posted 2007
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Hope Springs eternal, effervescing from the well of our souls.
Half full or half empty, each choosing the glass we hold.
Beware of the koolaid, not all is as seems.
Question with boldness, ever vigilant to the treachery of absolutes as they corrupt absolutely.
The hour grows late yet the dreamer slumbers on,
afflicted by the human condition, the bounds we must all shake.
Pray peace and love dwell in each heart,
welcome to the human race.
Copyright © JD Caperton | Year Posted 2015
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Dark clouds gathering
Dark is the blitz
Blitz with Donald or
Blitz alone
Alone in the dark
Alone without hope
Hope springs eternal
Hopelessly calling
Calling Gods forsaken
Calling to the void
Void the cheque
Avoid the next
Next four years
Next turn right
Right now it’s scary
Right is might
Might make four years
Might not
Not what I’d expected
Not sure what to say
Say can you see
Say it by tweet
Tweet to the world
Tweetle de dum
Dum dum dum
Dumb’s the new black
Black Friday today
Black Saturday tomorrow
Tomorrow we’ll see what
Tomorrow will bring
Bring not your poor
Bring on the Wall
Wall up the South
Wall up your mind
Mind not your manners
Mind over matter
Matters no to me
Material is my world
World’s my oyster
World’s getting warm
Warm warning’s out
Warm family ties
Ties together family
Ties of independence
Independence Kansas
Independence Declaration
Declaration to the people
Declaration Donald
Donald’s Great America
Donald to bless
Bless
America
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2017
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the leaves turn as they fall
twisting on the breeze in a
dance of winters hand on my world
hurry along the path
each footfall scattering the leaves with a
dry rasping sound
winter cold the air harshly grasps at me
as landscape spread in brilliant white snowfall
makes a trial of this inevitable trek in morning light
my books and papers heavy if only in a worrying mind
scrawled there the first words of poetic heart
ill defined the weight of the matter at hand
joyful poems of a true beauty lover
and my desire for her affections
this itself is the rub
winters hand
cannot write a warm thought
now all these years and poems later
my eyes open
my heart hearing
this new winters day fades into view
and still i struggle to cross the snowbound landscape
with the weight of a thousand words
with the self deception of a young heart believing
the promise of warm loves where hope springs eternal
the leaves turn
dance of winters hand on my world
Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2015
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I bumped into him
My eighty and something year decrepit teacher
He was wearing a coat
Moth-eaten,shabby and antiquated
Overlooking an ostensively,presumed shirt
In his haste has unwisely buttoned up
A pair of pants obsolete
He would oftentimes disregard to zip up
He was fidgeting for a cigarette butt
His nicotine-stained fingers collapsed to tame,
In vain disenchanted to stub out
Sipping the grounds of a coffee and residue
Grieving to run its course,grant his wishes
And to his inflamed will abide
Only then did I approach his vision
Of this agitated ,perturbed and harassed world
That I to my daze ascertained how
His know-how gallantly harmonized with
His hoary grey-haired head
Above all his alert,vigilant mind
His antediluvian glasses,
His high-pitched nose
Only then did I surmise
Hope springs eternal
Look yonder disguise
Beyond semblance.
Copyright © Abdelwaheb dhaou | Year Posted 2015
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at the bottom of a coffee cup
lies hidden wisdom unknown
out of sight yet quite visible
unto our innermost thinking
within the reflection unseen
shimmering upon the mirror
behind the rich event horizon
of our boundless naked eye
hope springs eternal out of
the abundance of the heart’s
inner revelation of insight
beyond the dreams of men
as timeless journals of truth
born of a lifetime’s noesis
bear spiritual fruit of peace
o’er life’s shadowy clouds
still this affair of the mind
full of enduring memories
leads us to remember both
the good times and the bad
till rebirth defeats the grave
raising our desperate souls
from the turmoil of death’s
tortuous deceptive promise
its romantic comedy of lies
as every trial or test of being
disappears through sacrifice
till faith’s never-ending gift
fulfills its intended purpose
© Eugene Harvey
Copyright © Eugene Harvey | Year Posted 2013
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...inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault
Three hundred miles and counting,
Kansas blacktop, battling snow,
visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting,
from here to there he has nowhere to go.
Lela left, took the kids and the horses,
hostility raging and angry goodbyes,
broken dishes and old, shattered promises,
nothing but highway and tears in his eyes.
Wichita, Lawrence, there's nobody waiting,
mile upon mile with no real destination,
no one to call, his memories grating,
thinking the while of self elimination.
Motels and hotels, the marks of community,
churches that urge you to come on inside,
Salvation Army, use them with impunity,
doctors and hospitals serving with pride.
Hope springs eternal, that's what they say,
confidence builds as he goes on his way,
to gather himself, shake it off, that is all,
grace the true measure, the cure for a fall.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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...inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault
Two hundred miles and counting,
Kansas blacktop, batttling snow,
visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting,
from here to there he has nowhere to go.
Lela left, took the kids and the horses,
hostility raging and angry goodbyes,
broken dishes and old, shattered promises,
nothing but highway and tears in his eyes.
Wichita, Lawrence, there's nobody waiting,
mile upon mile with no real destination,
no one to call, his memories grating,
thinking the while of his elimination.
Motels and hotels, the marks of community,
churches that urge you to come on inside,
Salvation Army, use them with impunity,
doctors and hospitals serving with pride.
Hope springs eternal, that's what they say,
confidence builds as he goes on his way,
to gather himself, shake it off, that is all,
grace the true measure, the cure for a fall.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009