Best Keeper Poems
When I got to heavens gates and God
wiped away the damaged years
He gave me a holy assignment
As keeper of all tears
I ran an enormous warehouse
Where bottles of tears were stored
God had labelled each and every one
for whatever made our hearts bleed sore.
So a lifetime of tears were remembered
for every living soul
For the day they came to heaven
So God could completely make them whole.
When a soul arrived in heaven
Their saved tears were glowing bright
God took each bottle and poured it over them
Until their robes were shining white.
Their hearts were mended that very day
And pure joy replaced all former pain
For pain in heaven is not allowed
Nor ever will be again.
So always remember each tear you shed
is never cried in vain
For God catches and saves every one of them
To use as heavenly rain
Dressed as the hell keeper, trick upon the sleeper,
as stars fade and shiver, dazed skies roar and quiver.
Keeper of Wishes
Look up! Look into the face of clear astral nights –
See my trail of fiery radiance hurtling across swirling galaxies,
Streaking through star dust of light years –
In this space where silence echoes thundering in celestial implosions
I hear your hearts speak – know your hushed voices -
“Star light – star bright!”
I hold your wishes close -a nebula bouquet -
Gathering them in cosmic bits of sparkling dew drops
Like crystal dandelion puffs spoken by ageless children’s voices
Blazing trails, stellar light capturing echoes of wishing wells,
Tarnished pennies, smooth stones or celebration candles -
Your wishes belong to the stars - guardians for unspoken dreams
Offered to the eternal heart, my keeper, keeper of the stars – keeper of wishes:
And, if I fall I pray you keep me in your pocket.
126 words
Contest: Personification
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
N/A - 7/8/2020
Contest - You Are a Star
I am the Keeper of Secrets
I have heard all men's tales
Of murder, adultery
And other betrayals
Their stories come to me
Through back doors at night
Their compromised souls
Caught in desperate plight
I'm the Keeper of Secrets
You never would know
I make no judgments
No cursings of woe
I hear both sides of stories
Only one thing is sure
That both sides are liars
No one speaks the truth.
dreams tucked in my pocket as I journey through life
sometimes swept away by chilling breezes
but reach for them again, I will
recapture them
they’ve taken me this far
like a compass, they give me direction
lost I’d be without my dreams
pointlessly going through the motions
lifelong companions
dreams I will carry until my last day
*Entry for Leighann Anderson's "Free for All" contest.
I am keeper of the midnight clock
A watchful eye, when darkness peaks
With one eye closed to mock your sleep,
The other eye revolves to keep
the world in check 'till morning breaks
They often wonder where I hide
when evening shadows stretch out long
My saucer eyes, will search the night
as a sentinel until first light
I perch, attached to the red-tile slope
upon the ridge, and then will scope
for predators within the grid
In the shadows of the evening's grace
I'm a silhouette on moonlight's face
You can trust my wisdom and my song
For I am keen to know, somehow
how time itself, will sway and bend
I'll stay awhile, become your friend
Then off I'll fly, when summer ends
When first the chill of autumn's call,
you will look for me as twilight falls
to say farewell, for I am called
But, halls of dark are lonely now
Without me there, wind can't compare
For now, you see, the loft is bare
When summer echoes in the wind
it will call for me, and I'll be there
When you hear sounds, much like the wind
You'll know it's me, with a lonely whoooo
I won't be asking who are you
It's just my way, to say I'm home
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2/5//16 Submitted for "Owls" Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Where the hell’s my glasses
I can’t see where your ass is
I can't even see what became of all my hair
Can’t seem to recall
One single thing at all
What is this thing for, and which end goes in where
Well I’m glad you’re a keeper
You couldn’t be much sweeter
You won’t ever leave me, you’ll never break my heart
I like how you rub me
But will you still love me
Even half as much when everything else falls apart
The only thing that’s rising
Is lately my blood pressure
You know I got to take it easy, like you always say
Everything else falls
Everything else sags
Can’t you see I’m getting way more wrinkles every day
for Darren and Penny
TIME KEEPER
Early morning
Late p.m.
These could be thankful periods of silence
The world drowsy
Or still asleep
And my teeming head hopefully
emptied out
What marvelous devolvings might be refreshed
When one is in a nothing state
The clatter of dreams and strivings finally settled
on the kitchen floor
I would borrow absence from my cat
He sits on the window sill head on paws
serene aggravating!
Yes so apparently empty he I am sure
isn’t aware of the ticking
The tick tick ticking of my large kitchen
clock
To my sensitive awareness like hail stones
on a flat tin roof
Yes! really a clack clack horrible clacking
And my cat?
Hah!
What is time to him?
Zip!
Nada!
This wretched inflicting of time on the eternal
Dave Austin
The people gathered around him;
As he was laid to rest that day,
Not far from the water,
A few yards from the bay.
The Preacher preached a sermon,
And the people sang a hymn,
Then they all told their stories;
Of what he'd done for them.
"I was lost out on the water;
In a cold December storm,
But he kept his light there burning,
To guide me back from harm."
Too late upon the water;
Caught without a light;
Many a weary Seaman;
Was saved there in the night.
Faithful Lighthouse Keeper,
Let me stand faithful too;
That others may see Jesus,
In things I say and do.
That others out there drifting
On life's troubled sea,
Might see the light of Jesus;
When they look at me.
Gait Keeper
The limp is more pronounced on days like these,
cold rain and chilling breeze. The hitch in his giddy-up
causing his head to angle slightly, correcting for the
sway. His eyes seem a bit less bright yet still alert
while the tail, that ever enthusiastic metronome of
friendship, wags, and waits. So we walk a little slower,
a little less far, sharing the tempo of age and a
love that knows no desire to walk alone.
2013
submitted to – Beloved Pets – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Francine Roberts
At a very young age
He knew what he wanted to be
Like his father before him
A ‘Keeper of the Sea’
He married his childhood sweetheart
They loved unconditionally
Dreams and hopes for the future
Of raising a family
They lived in the lighthouse cottage
A loving home comfortable and cosy
They didn’t have or want for much
A happy life lived modestly
Both felt at one with the lighthouse
Admired the splendor and strength of the sea
The magnificence of the night sky
Awed by the stars and moon's artistry
Sadly, the universe had different plans
She left this world prematurely
A devastated broken man
Now alone in his lighthouse by the sea
The years rolled by slowly
An old man now was he
Still in his beloved lighthouse
As ‘Keeper of the Sea’
Each night since she passed he talked to her
He felt her presence and love in the Lantern Room
It soothed his lonely soul and his sorrow
Being closer to heaven, the stars and the moon
Seconds,
My life seems to work anti-clockwise
With every tick I seem to get less wise
By the minute counter-clock-wise
As I split-seconds closer to my demise
Look deep in to these eyes
There is no I to make this a life
So let me die
And here I lie
Clip off these wings you gave me to fly
I have no reason to visit the skies
I'm now too cold to be your sun
Still here I lie
I just hate it when you smile
It seems to kill all that poetry in your cry
Now say goodbye so you can drown your pillows with tasteful life
Because here and there I lied
Auctioned pieces of your heart for pounds of flesh I lost taste for after a couple of bites
I was greedy and they were needy- that defined exploitation
See now I believe it would take more than one crucifixion to cleanse my sins
So don't forgive me
I now belong to the Darkness
And your love is not welcome here
Love that dies will rise again
From the ashes of despair
Phoenix rising with romantic flare
Once more love will reign
When hearts are broken and love is lost
Embers will continue to show
Waiting for a spark from the heart
To ignite loves divine glow
Like distant stars with twinkling gleam
Upon a flicker a wish to claim
Lost in a galaxy of an enchanted dream
Where passionate hearts keep the flame
3-17-2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Keepr of the Flame
keeper of the house,
the toilet sparkler,
the bowl pristine
inside and out ready
to be esteemed.
the sink’s polished white,
the grime and dust, binned.
the shower, scoured,
rinsed, repeat.
repétér, Sam,
i’m not a slave.
‘tis an honor.
I am called to be a true keeper of the flame,
Of love, the ever greatest teaching, with the aim;
Of entwining the humans and other beings,
With an unbreakable bond of compassion-strings...!
This, indeed, is like bringing the moon down, so hard,
In a world, by volcanoes of vengeance, ash-charred;
Wars and battles, as though essential gifts held high,
Peace and harmony before them, in meekness, sigh...!
In slaughter of beasts and birds the humans take pride,
Behind pretenses of worships their evils hide;
Building forts and mansions fine forests they destroy,
Thwarting the rhythm of the cosmos, leap in joy...!
Mother earth, cracked by mundane evils, cries in pain,
Birds, beasts and marine creatures feel as though in chain;
Will the world, as made by God once, be seen again?
Will Adams and Eves, with pure probity, births gain?
I'm a prophet assigned with the mission divine,
Of bonding the strayed wild branches one with the vine;
Till the earth and the heaven into love unite,
As a keeper of flame, I must bestow my mite...!
14 March 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh