Best Keeping Poems
Found a winter to hold, we two
to share and not be so alone
with hearts devoted
kept away a world turned cold
and hoped love grew,
far as we knew..
Weren't taught the ways of loving another
yet learned to love each other
I so hoped you could,
love me.
The day has come I must away,
I'll always think on better days
when hearts held sway.
The weather turned warm in sun
turned my head, and you were gone
left alone to go on.
I'm keeping watch of time
as I did much in life
for a moment..
a return.
Reindeer wait
by the pane
I see shapes
A present!
Santa thinks
I’m asleep
Smells like mum
lent Santa
her perfume... ?
Although humanity continues to be enslaved to corruption,
life's small pleasures seen in creation
inspire a sense of wonder and awe.
Nature's tenacity and resilience
are ours to imitate.
Let me tell you what I’ve found, my brother.
The nice guy is the one that’s the struggler,
because the ones who are not, take it for weakness,
and slyly, cowardly, go in for the jugular.
Please spare yourself and don’t try to explain it,
Those cowards court evil like a diabolical cupid.
They haven’t a clue, nor do they want to.
As the ole farmer says “ ya jest can’t fix stupid.”
Shake that well trodden dust off your feet,
Christ’s Gospel is preached by the way we act,
Let’s not get caught up in the worldly ploys.
Come back to Christ’s Kingdom. Let’s stay on track.
Better to be ill thought of with your Christian flag unfurled,
Than to lose His precious Peace, a priceless God given pearl.
written for the real contest of Life and Love
Gray clouds hanging low
Brilliant light peeping through
Making sure all’s well
I have been asked the question,
“When is your peak writing time?”
I didn’t want to answer
such a silly question.
Yet, the true answer . . .
. . . anytime I feel it, that flow
of inspiration. Sometimes, it’s absent,
silent, for weeks and weeks.
Sometimes it flows like a raging river.
I must follow where the Spirit leads.
If I respond immediately,
when I feel it,
whatever I write
surprises me later.
“Did I write this?” I ask,
amazed at the discerning power
of the words.
I know what is to become of this frame,
But I don't know how it will get there.
Heart attack? Cancer? Hit by a train?
The causes are endless and oft unfair.
The "how" of my demise I can't arrange
Nor can other mortals the same as me.
I wish, however (don't think it strange)
To make to my Maker an urgent plea.
`Tis this: Don't let me lose my mind.
Visit me with every ill known to be.
Rack me with whatever doctors find.
But my mind, dear God, leave it free.
I know it's brash to make this request.
Who am I to dabble with things divine?
Perhaps then it's best to simply suggest
Please, Lord, let me keep my mind.
I had a cat, a large one
I thought I loved the cat
The cat thought he loved me too!
Then, one day,
They took the cat away
The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence
And Sameeha’s science club chapstick
And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover
Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way, rare.
It was a cat. After all, it was just a cat
It had the nicest jacket ,
with hoodies on,
the cat used to sit on time,
the cat
And it had the fish, tummy time, happy face, and everything first time
For I never yearn to come back! For there, to chime!
It is just a known type of pain that I knew for far too long!
On a question paper, pm time, departmental too
Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?
Heavenly God , do you play around heavenly to utter Godsay, is your slip
Where you do not know usually after or before the strait the gate
You never knew Jack Ruby and you never knew Oswald
So you never knew other than too much other than, Please, other tall!
In the quiet psalm,
As light falls gentle, calm
Breaking through the softest of skies,
Inviting hearts to the kindest sunrise –
where once, the One who made the day,
reveals the love that found a way,
the precious love for which hearts pray –
the beautiful that I will forever say…
in the silence of the psalm,
rises the wonder, in His palm
grows a warmth, a sincerity, a sweet grace,
falling across this heart who sees love’s face,
in the melody, in the song –
still alive and where I belong,
it’s His Presence, so very strong,
promising my soul that He’ll right every wrong,
restoring my heart – all my life long…
in the quiet of God’s psalm,
there is a joy that can becalm
filling the spirit with a blessing, a light
who feeds the silence of the darkest night,
who abides in the promise, making hearts right –
freeing the sinner, stirring a fire
inside the believer, so their greatest desire
is knowing God, the soul’s only supplier….
Of the love that comes to life
when we think of that sacrifice,
the One who changed the heart of us all,
with His mercy, His conviction, His call
the reason we know Him, the peace that reveals
what it means to love as our heart kneels,
what it means to give Him our lives –
assured He is the One who forgives…
the Maker, the Creator, the ONE
who came to earth, God’s Only Son….
And, He’ll one day say “well done”!!!!
"Though all have endless love within, many feel they have none until external love shows as fantasies contend." ~~ Poet
I thought I knew love’s emotional pallet,
then you gathered me in passions ballad
and my sureness tossed in kinetic transport.
In your embrace, all I knew became unglued.
Such an amazing, glorious sensation
increased its revelation because your known
was equally thrown, richly altered just as my own.
Times like now, our desires seek declaration
from our mutual flames celebration
of romantic love we both hold as a blessing.
You say our love is so tenderly strong, it is truly poetic.
Tonight, as your lips tantalize mine until intoxicated,
the entire world fades away unrealized ~
only we exist inside a shared bliss that enthralls.
Again, and once more, I always seek your lips for kisses
I adore while wishing all were reality, not my fantasies
creating a sedating escape from the unrequited
love I am always bleeding. It is silent kisses
and all my other pretendings that keep
what never started from
ever ending.
"My passion is to see poets' souls, brilliantly on fire!"... .P. Romios.
" Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world!" Percy Bysshe Shelley, romantic poet
Without us being phony politicians mucking about with pants on fire.
We cannot change things without the courage ourselves to see evil, write about it, and see it ends.
The silence is deafening as the media cheers on Communism wearing the deranged mask of Socialism.
One day, we may lose this right to be truthful as poets forever.
Stop hiding behind butterflies and flowers, as none will keep you free.
Patriots will cheer you on, do not worry about those who avoid you."
"A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."
— Salman Rushdie, award-winning writer
2/26/2021
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Your father is neither dead nor is he sleeping.
He has traversed the thin line of demarcation
Into a marvelous dimension of safe-keeping,
Consider it a marvelous realm of preparation
For what we earthlings refer to as eternity,
An exciting adventure into the vast unknown
Frightening, our limited concepts of infinity,
Where true being-ness in never outgrown,
The gracious Almighty sits on the throne.
No end to the delights of the ultimate reality
To this place your father has quickly flown
Where he shall experience no law of gravity,
Beyond all fantasies of human expectation
Where no longer is one exposed to weeping,
We might think of it as an awesome vacation
Your father is neither dead nor is he sleeping.
Written June 18, 2022
[utilizing my own verso-rhyme]
Keeping Still
The fire has burned low my love.
I dare not move to fix it.
You have fallen asleep against my chest.
I feel you breathing.
I hear air, moving… in and out…
as you slumber.
Your hair is a wave of brown,
like a warm blanket,
the only comparison,
a treasure my grandmother,
would have made by hand.
You smell of the earth.
The trees and the outside,
have come inside with you.
We hiked all morning,
and now…
they are a pleasant memory,
swaying my senses
as I sit holding you close,
in my arms.
The fire has burned low my love.
I dare not move to fix it.
God is keeping me alive. Everyday I find myself having chest pains as I drive. I can see how much God loves me. I know my purpose and what he made me to be. I feel tired some days but I know that I have God’s strength anyway. I do often get headaches but God sets my alarm for me to wake. I know that my life here is for a reason. I know that I will still be here every season. My tooth hurts as I feel pain, but all my fears and worries are push through the drain. I can see the bright side of things and one day I will be in heaven even though I can’t sing. I will never give up on the life that God has put together. Creating me was a miracle that will last forever.
Keeping Up?
I woke up in the front seat of my car.
In my garage. Thank God.
Well, I should wait.
There could be more.
What happened?
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
My wrist is itchy.
There is sand under my watch.
How did that get there?
Do I really want to know?
Yes.
Everything else is in tact.
Should I get out and go inside?
Will that be okay?
Will that ever be okay again?
He is not inside.
The house is empty.
The kids are gone.
They are with him.
Safe?
Not usually.
At the moment,
better than with me.
A thankful prayer again…
from regretful lips,
for sins known and unknown.
Good friends meant well.
They set the stage and arranged it all.
Get back into life... they railed.
Funny, it felt like instead of celebrating,
a train had hit me and dragged me for blocks?
I looked,
there was no damage on the car.
So, no train.
Just stupid me.
Note to self, “Party at church, pray all day!.”