Best Marshall Poems
A while ago I read
an article
about the people of the Marshall Islands,
about their language,
their history,
their fragile,
disappearing
home.
I learned about
a word they have,
so versatile,
so complex.
“Iakwe” means
hello,
goodbye,
I love you.
But the most important meaning
(to me at least):
You are a rainbow.
And,
like the rainbow people
in the Marshall Islands,
you are beautiful;
you are worth waiting for
and worth searching for
(so let no one tell you differently).
You have powers inside you
that maybe you can’t see yet
because your light
and your prism
haven’t met.
You have the power
to even brighten someone’s day.
So maybe you might not appear
until after the rain;
no big deal!
You are no less beautiful.
Iawke.
Hello.
Goodbye.
I love you.
You are a rainbow.
What am i doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what i was told
But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down
I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when i fell
I'm now so full of woe
My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although i have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver
I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be
He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee
It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If i was as big as them
I would pat them on the back
If they could see me now
As i dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free
I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James
and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup.php
Southern Airways Flight 932
November 14, the night they flew
McDonnell Douglas DC-9
Like all flights, they should be fine
On the return home
They clipped some tree's
The final run
From Greenville,NC
37 players
In all, 75
From this tragedy
None survived
This Thundering Herd
Taken in their prime
Coaches and others
Before their time
But We Are Marshall
Would rise again
To take away
This terrible pain
From a point of closure
They reunite
To carry the lost
In their football right
Jack Lengyel
Appointed coach
With Red Dawson
Through Dedmans approach
Young Thundering Herd
First game lost
29 - 6
Experience cost
First post win
Against Xavier
15 - 13
Calms despair
In 1974
Jack Lengyel leaves
But, We Are Marshall
We quietly grieve
" Dedicated to the Thundering Herd Football Team from Marshall University-West Virginia
and Mr Arthur D. Schwarz, a fervent football fan "
‘James ‘Jimbo’ Marshall Goff ’
There Was A Gentle Man, Known As Jimbo
Who Had An Exceptional-Voiced, Poet-Lingo
That When He Spoke To The Trees
They All Dropped Their Leaves
At The Autumn Song of His Classical-Soul-O
For Jimbo ... Because of His Depth of Soul
Tenderness For Nature
Strong Convictions, Multi-Faceted Triumphs
and an All Around Good Guy
Your Poet-Friend, MoonBee
My hand
Wet with tears pouring down my face
Reaches out and finds nothing
Empty spaces where familiar voices
Once comforted me
My only hope
Is sleep, where dreams, in sketchy
Re-wind, promise a glimpse of lost
Loved ones, maybe a voice, if fleeting
Even, to soothe me
Those still with me
Look to me for strength, my motor
Memory urging me on, focusing
On the well, deep in my heart,
Cycle renews
Another beloved soul passes
Light they find
But darkness they leave behind
Grief
Hungry monster
Selfishly consumes my life
Devours all glimmers of hope
Leaving me
Destitute on a perilous plane
Mere existence
Not life as it once was
Sanity
Confronting memories, loneliness
Trek on an unbalanced bridge
Connecting life and death
Emotions purged
Shadows of yesterday surround me
Wisdom of loved ones
Permeates my thoughts
Filled
With clear vision, handed down to me
From my ancestors
*Co-written with James Marshall Goff and posted April 11, 2014.
you're my solid rock
*i'll always be writing lines
real deal man of steel
my dream lover true
*i'll always be singing rhymes
about love ov e
above few lines robbed
from youth never forgotten
just as hot today
Impartial Marshall
When I was pulled over by a marshal
Had wanted him to be impartial
Never favorites ever playing
Always kind words saying
Before he steeped on my metatarsal.
Jim Horn
Maldvies, Malaysia, Malta, more - Up for my prayer during Global Pandemic
LORD, I humbly greet You, return to my prayer list with "M" countries
(I would like to intercede for Mexico, so close to the "troubled" US brother)
Adoration is the FIRST STEP in prayer (That's how I begin) using A-C-T-S
The letters, not the word, A for adoring Him, C for confession of sins
Variety & Individuality in prayer, but these steps are essential (O Monaco!)
I intercede, Abba-Father, for countries who are in LOCKDOWN, this crisis
At the start I thought I wouldn't recall the small: Malta, Marshall Islands!
Or newer nations now in Europe, perhaps a few from former Yugoslavia
Pray for those in Africa (glorious names): Mali, Morocco, Mozambique;
Other islands did well with tourism before the Covid-19 global pandemic
We ask for economic relief and solutions for little Mautritius, larger Mauritania,
Monaco, Mongolia, Myanmar, the newer nations, Moldova and Montenegro
Last but certainly not least, Malawi, in South-central Africa, named as a Lake
LORD, show mercy to us all, in Jesus' Name, to those "named and unnamed"
NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet
Jimmy, do you still drive the big truck
Across the ice laden roads
And swear magnificently at lady luck
When she breaks down with your loads
Of good-natured joy and faith
O you are such a child of insatiable desire
This strong defiance that mingles
With forest creatures like soul akin
This friendly poet of passion that spin
Sweet tales of his familiar places
The honor is mine to love such a friend
Roaming woods and yet to me unmet
Where every wilderness for you a garden
Of undiscovered righteousness
I love the barren, bleak landscapes
That figure your rage
Against the fuel of our discontent
Slavemasters and rip-off wage
I love the beauty of your constraint
How you paint that into words
How you chain that with your words
And then to gloat in childish wonder
At falling snowflakes and flying birds.
The machinery of life is too much
The tests, the numbers, the x-rays
You are the clown cat, Marshall, always making me smile
Your white fur, your polydactyl hands that hold mine
I hold you now, I let you go, I love you
I breathe in your last breath with you.
Why have I come here today?
Was it not to seek refuge from the chaotic collapse of our world?
Was it not to leap aboard the bandwagon and live forever in harmony, that is before the
earth is lost?
But why? Why must our families grieve at the sight of us “lost”?
Why must we depart from our dearly beloved earth today?
Why leave? ‘Tis a beautiful world…
But alas, we must follow him until the end of the world,
Ignoring all consequences of our departure into the land of those who are “lost”.
Yet still I wonder, why must we leave today?
‘Tis an odd feeling, to find I’ve lost the world today…
Tom Marshall 'ELEMENTS'
water . fire . earth . metal . wood
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An Impartial Marshall Harsh Will Be
Moved through mountains and found a marshal;
Were immediate indications of being impartial;
A man of the law,
Worst we ever saw,
And we heard sometimes him being harsh will.
Jim Horn
‘Twas the days of the ruling Queene
Tyrannical land of frost borne shade
Whilst a man in foresight seen
A slaving soul humble and gay
A man called Marshall Gray
His lectures soaring in solid sound
Come once and every day
Spoken wisdom to the folks of the town
Many an ear Marshall found.
~
Why in this way we live, He would say
As a people, we should be equal and free
In a colorful land, we are governed by grey
As a peasant, the Queene will not see
A request of complaint from me
A tax to bare children is to far to go
The Queene must sign some relief
To free us from burden, to grow
No more taxing, the Queene must know.
~
One day in the eve as Marshall Gray spoke
The guard stole upon the crowd
The Queene swayed in to address the folk
Marshall Gray I hear of everyday, very loud
Surely, this man and you all are proud
On this night, this crowd will be free
I give to your children the fields you have plowed
On silver platters I bestow upon thee
The heads of you all, for everyone to see.
People are silent in the shadow of a man,
Terrified like an old gran,
Hiding like a sardine in a can,
While eating with a bun.
I notice that venting is now a crime,
Even their gut is empty from time to time,
Still dreading to ventilate the begrime,
Who will expound in every distant tongue?
They complain yet no one enunciates,
Their marshall is a waste,
Spreading hate just to sate,
Disappointed in their fate.