Best Keep Company Poems
The Nectars of Love
Let your love fall, that I may wallow
Let your tears drip of inner essence
Entranced by the nectar I swallow
As I engulf and taste your presence
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Let your beating heart keep company
The emptiness that entraps my being
I’m a string vibrating in your symphony
Forever echoing festal forever freeing
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Intoxicated by your juices made wine
For the gods pour down their nectar
Indulging in grapes of the orchid vine
Seducing our souls a haunting specter
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The nectars of your love are ingested
And the fluids of my heart arrested.
Sept.05.2018
OK TOSS ANOTHER ONE IN
Sponsored by: John lawless
We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our barren branches cling
to icy white glitter.
As the breath of winter ebbs
we watch the crystal spring run-off
growing ever greener with envy
of how it races down the hill; babbling.
We whisper this to one another
in the crisp mountain air, solemn
as we keep watch.
From our station on the precipice
we behold fully the majestic sun
revering at dusk how it paints the sky.
In the failing warmth of autumn,
we offer in turn, our own reflection of
magnificent golden sunset skies
in our shimmering yellow foliage.
We keep company with pines,
firs, spruces, and other prickly sorts.
Conifers aren’t social, which suits us
as we keep mostly to ourselves.
Sentinels must remain vigilant, after all,
watchful for approaching danger.
We quake from paranoia, probably.
Our bark is pale, above all, for fear.
We’ve seen your kind before.
Your kind we watch most carefully.
If you look close, you will see
from our thousand dark eyes
we always look closely back at you.
Are you dangerous?
08/21/15
Submission for contest: Trees Personified
Hosted by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
*I loved the aspens when my family would go camping in the high Uinta mountain range in Utah. They are beautiful and they can grow at such high elevation (above 10,000 ft) it's really amazing.
(Austin, TX, 1955)
Mother writes me
From Korea
Ravaged by the war:
You are so blessed
Living in America
Land of peace
Land of plenty
I mumble:
Mother
I eat two raw eggs
In the morning
Three pieces of Wonder bread
For supper
To save money for tuition
I’m very hungry
I’m also very lonely
I eat my eggs and bread
Sitting in front of vanity mirror
To keep company
With a person in the mirror
But I’m determined to succeed
And make you proud
Please stay well until I return
Not every man who wears a crown is able to be a good king
And not every women who wears a crown can be a good queen
For if you don't possess the love for God and have a community to safeguard your back
No matter your title or status you will constantly be under attack
Now three generations of kings would not follow the dictates of God
Jehoshaphat and his ancestors had no love for the Lord in their hearts
For if one has no sincerity dwelling within
Your alliance with others is not that of friends
So be careful who you keep company with and be cautious in your relationships
For if you hang with those who don't know God you'll be like a rudderless ship
Lost and confused not knowing the love of God
Bitter and burnt with envy in your heart
Now understand that a community which prepares and prays
Will give each other the power to always make a way
Comprehend that a community which prays and prepares
Will gird each other up to present the spirit of no fear
The power of community is an omnipotent force
Which can bring about true change with godly recourse
The power of community is a mighty entity
For there is strength in numbers that assures victory
Today we see the signs of change and we can not let up
For we've placed ourselves in the position to now interrupt
The power of community is about positioning and praise
Let us stand on Holy ground and in song our voices to God be raised
To give God the glory and all that He is due
For as a community we stand stronger, longer and true
Now let's all use the talents and gifts that to us God gave
Let us step out of comfort zones with good courage and spiritually brave
For the power of a community that praises, prays and positions itself properly
With the love of God and the worship to God will have provisions abundantly
~Don't Be Left Behind~
( Rhyming Couplet )
Please don't miss out and be left behind
Salvation only in Jesus we can always find
Try not to do, what you know is not right
And pray to Jesus to keep you in His sacred light
Don't keep company with the wrong crowd
In front of our God be humbled not proud
The ways of the Lord are always good and perfect
He deserves all our unconditional love and respect
Find the Lord first and to you all His blessings He'll surely add
For your sins and mine He paid the price so we should be glad not sad
For the love of God we can come anytime and have with Him eternity
Only through Jesus we can have Salvation, not in our own way and ability
We can not attain "Salvation" by just doing it with our own power or good
We're not that good, just God is really good and perfect,and that's understood.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
August.15.2017
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
Winter morning light filters through lace curtains,
Reaches down, spills onto the corner kitchen sink,
Through east and south facing windows.
The glass jar, the scrub brush and pad in plastic butter dish,
A down-turned, empty yogurt container,
The pink plastic rinse pan
Keep company around the sink's edges.
The dried-out, yellow dishrag
Straddles the stained white porcelain wall between
Its twin chambers. Home.
The three-track cribbage board,
Deck of blue and white checkered "Boardwalk Casino" cards,
Awaiting friendly competitors,
The gilded "Fiftieth" anniversary photo frame.
Adorned with golden bow, glass-winged butterfly,
Displayed proudly on the fireplace mantel.
The couple with their Papal Blessing,
Sharing in the holding. Home.
Morning light streams through
Aged lace curtains, into the living room,
Over the fireplace, bricks set years ago,
Solid as the blessed couple.
Solid as the Home.
She struggles with the details of conversation,
And asks, as she does each time, "Arrr you mare-eed?"
Trilling the r's, after greeting me
With her Mother's heart, "My Myzeleh Surptizeleh"
In her heavily accented German voice.
"Howv many cheel-drrren you havf?" Home.
The dated, yet functional, lime-colored shag carpet,
Symbolic of their stoic, conservative, old European ways;
The lace doily on the end table, photos of a grandchild,
A son, a daughter; and one of them, too. Home.
The pink plastic Rosary ever present
On the coffee table in front of the well-worn sofa.
Her days spent there,
Sometimes sitting, sometimes lying.
The beads close at hand, atop a book of Prayers.
Crocheted adornments on the walls,
A wooden decorator spoon,
A picture framed pair of swans,
With them all those years. Home.
This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events...
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.
Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live, we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.
No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.
Divine intervention is deification interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
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Verlena S. Walker
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 16, 2014!
Lazy Sundays, a sleep in until whenever, sunny day bbq or a driving adventure, come to think of it - What is it that you are looking for?
A romantic dinner for two, a glass of wine or more, having laughs or chatting down to the core – do you even know what you are looking for?
A modern day Jane Austen, a sure thing, a quick fling or a just never go there kind of ‘ing’ – whatever it is – are you sure you know what you are looking for?
Pealing back the layers, finding out what’s inside, knowing and taking your time – is that the person you are looking for?
High energy plus, taking life by the scruff, making the most of every moment, climbing mountains until your stuffed – is that what you are looking for?
Have you any idea, do you really even care, or can you be bothered, or have you not even thought - about what it is that you are looking for?
A crazy path of twist and turns, experience's that burn, the thought has you churning - are you even game enough to think about the kind of person you may be looking for?
Take a chance, life’s too short, have some fun, to keep company, have good conversation, just hangin out , or to just be close to someone.
What ever it is – if you get the chance fill the gap and seek out what, or the kind of who you are looking for.....
~Don't Be Left Behind~
( Couplet)
Please don’t miss out and be left behind
Salvation only thru Jesus we can always find
Try not to do, what you know is not right
And pray to Jesus to keep you in His sacred light
Don't do evil and keep company with the wrong crowd
In front of our God we should be humbled not proud
The ways of the Lord are always good and perfect
He deserves all our unconditional love and respect
Find the Lord first and to you all His blessings He'll surely add
For your sins and mine He paid the price so we can be glad not sad
For the love of God we can come anytime and have with Him eternity
Only through Jesus we can have Salvation, not in our own way and ability
We can not attain Salvation just by doing it with our own power or good
We're not good enough, just "God" is really good and perfect and that’s understood.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
February.25.2016
~Author's notes:
Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:17 (NIV)
I tell you, in that night there will be two in one bed. One will be taken and the other left. There will be two women grinding together. One will be taken and the other left.” And they said to him, “Where, Lord?” He said to them, “Where the corpse is, there the vultures will gather.”
Luke 17: 34-37 (NIV)
Because you have kept my word about patient endurance, I will keep you from the hour of trial that is coming on the whole world, to try those who dwell on the earth.
Revelation 3: 10 (NIV)
“But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.
Mark 13:32 (NIV )
“Immediately after the tribulation of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light, and the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then will appear in heaven the sign of the Son of Man, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.
Matthew 24: 29-31 (NIV)
Three years younger, little brother of mine,
only the two of us...that was just fine.
While just an infant, was a dolly for me.
We, with our parents, made our family.
Years went by fast, and soon he became
a playmate for me to make life a game.
We lived in the country, no kids around;
just had each other with yard our playground.
We played hide and seek and games of all sorts;
some we made up, and others were sports.
Through make-believe...no computers, TV...
we'd find ways to play and keep company.
We leaned on each other through work and play;
little brother back then...grown man today.
Now a 'big brother' who watches for me;
our bond will stay close, that's our guarantee.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: When Older Siblings or Younger Step In
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 01/15/2016
~Don't Be Left Behind~
(Couplet)
Please don't miss out and be left behind
Salvation only in Jesus we can always find
Try not to do, what you know is not right
And pray to Jesus to keep you in His sacred light
Don't keep company with the wrong crowd
In front of our God be humbled not proud
The ways of the Lord are always good and perfect
He deserves all our unconditional love and respect
Find the Lord first and to you all His blessings He'll surely add
For your sins and mine He paid the price so we can be glad not sad
For the love of God we can come anytime and have with Him eternity
Only through Jesus we can have Salvation, not in our own way and ability
We can not attain Salvation by just doing it with our own power or good
We are not good!just 'God' is good and perfect!and that's understood!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
January.24.2015
just moments ago, a dawning realization
arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
and octogenarian widower father,
oh..no nothing cat
tuss strophic, boot merely the revelation,
how fist bumping dee clocks hour hand ahead
remembered by dat
dog gone refrain spring ahead, and fall back,
this unemployed chap doth down play eclat
attests that his quotidian schedule minimally effected
holed up here in Highland Manor named flat
roomy enough for thyself, the Missus,
and buzzfeed ding fruit flies
each approximately the size of a gnat
a minor nuisance, though tolerable
within this appealing habitat
where minor inconvenience experienced
by this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident
cuz as a recipient of social security disability
(social anxiety) this psyche didst get rent
which fixed (unearned) income budgeted
and predominantly costs of living money spent
hence no need to arise bright tailed and bushy eyed,
a freedom akin to folks camped out in a tent,
which exemption immunizes
this doodle ling middle aged
muddle brained chap subject ranting
early morning drivers,
who angrily, frenetically,
and splenetically rant and vent
thus, the tendency, piquancy, and lunacy
to twitter (for the Yardbirds),
and keep company with night owls, who went
a hooting for all the world wide web
to hear, whence dawgs Bach
the exact number of hours, yer oblivious
to the tight rigorous mortised schedule
manned by Mister Clock,
essentially foisting on Bread Winners,
an abstract artificial construct spurring
madcap commuters to scurry in the rat race,
lest tardiness could cost
more than paycheck
(to ap pier with permanent dock
hue ment aye shun),
an unwonted blot add hoc
king worry about getting canned -
i.e. on permanent furlough,
perhaps forced into a life of crime,
yet if caught...
wasting away in a jail cell
as warden turns the lock
one redeeming factor,
would offer opportunity to mock
management, and more pertinently
mandate to rock
and roll to the incessant muted,
yet devastatingly loud tick tock.
You gaudy stars do not get giddy when I grieve
Nor wrest through clouds to melt this darkness
That so befits what logics to your destiny weave
For all dreams, and all theories prove finiteness
Where death draws the line,
And purposes find terminus
And we a quick, withered gust
To its vexing carnal fate resign
While amoeba dares the boundary we cannot pass
And earthworms wallow above our graves in grass.
O Tanya, I would talk to God for you, and ask him
Why you had to be murgered in your youth, I may
But cannot tell which way your feelings, it is a dim
Realm without news, and you may there, rather stay
Where security bars do not fail
For murderers and murdered, keep
Alike the common pillow of sleep
And nothing changes where prevail
Death upon soul. But what rightt even then that you
Should one day keep company with murderers too?
It was the Sabbath, and all the angels that around us
Share the worship of our hearts, how did they Lot alone
Beheld in peril, did they not hear and join your chorus?
Since stars are only burning gas, and not jewelled stone
What other myth of man must fall
What other thing have I now to know
That misplaced faith may bring no woe
When sorrows chain the back to wall
Take them all, Lord, except the truth of your soon coming
No other hope is left when earth about us begins crumbling.
ii
Tonight the light left the stars
Ashrouded in dark veils of sorrow
Neglecting callous clouds, and spars
Yearning against damocles tomorrow,
Agrieved my heart for a young life lost
Lady woman, I conjure her majesty
Orchid unseared by sun or frost
Winnowed and wilted by a tragic end
Earthly fragrance flood heaven again
Farewell, sweet teacher, hush to sleep
Anthems from your voice hold memory
Resplendant while yet bereft we weep
Evincing faith in the cold claws of misery
Well you made your example yesterday
Elusive mortality, how you discomfit us
Levelling us in our glory to common dust
Litany now, ye angels, bring Christ and his day.
My shadow is waiting patiently to yell at me,
reading Sartre's Being and Nothingness, my ankle
brushing against its thigh.
Too bad you had to sell your soul to stay alive!
There's something odd about it today, sometimes we're
kindered cousins, and sometimes Camusian strangers, needing
psychotherapy, typically the distance between us is larger than
six feet.
I don't want to have bad feelings toward it, I 've looped around it several times to keep it from dragging us to the ground. If it were thinner it'd be easier!
I correct myself giving it a reassuring smile to let it know life's easier without
quarrels between us – as long as we keep a healthy distance, far enough to avoid a handshake, and close enough to keep company in this bitter year of grief. It asks
how do we fight someone whose strength we don't understand?
You never know when it needs a kidney from me. I am its distraction and
vice versa.
Yesterday we settled into seats facing one another. It laughed
life's better in this barren habitat of solitude. But I wasn't ready
for an after-the-quarantine talk, I pushed away and turned to leave
but it nuzzled its face into my neck, demanding to know how I can
feel so perfectly when my wife's in hospital. We're both getting used to
no need for human contact – social distancing's ultimate effect.
Darkness she’s bridling my thoughts.
Nightmare she is heaving the ropes.
My passions they are going astray.
Breaching the moral banks.
Whose currents I cannot steer.
Without the guidance of sense.
But the tides are so strong .
They can surely drag you along.
Towards shallow and murky waters.
Where rocks and reefs can damage,
your hull of human spirit.
And once the hull is ruptured.
It’s a matter of time, for your ship,
called ‘confidence’, to slowly sink.
I cannot, but try to navigate myself.
Through raging winds and heavy swell.
Brave, the tropical storms, and gale force winds.
Face the weather of life’s tribulations.
When, I can no longer bear anymore.
My body withered and mind barren.
I will, finally steer to a harbour.
Anchor in the safe waters.
In the arms of eternity.
And for ever dream peacefully,
Dreams that eluded my sleep.
In the confines of my cabin
Stretched on the wooden bunk.
With just a bottle of rum by my side.
And my poems to keep company.