Best Moved Poems
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And the violins
And the woodwinds
Weep
Softly into the night
So moved by the sounds
Welling up
From the depths
Of the soul
That conveys
The over-whelming
Emotional pain
Contained
In every word
Of the song he sings
‘Home to Stay’ .
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The moment that changed a city
The moment that changed a town
The moment that the earth did move
The moment that walls came down.
Sudden shock in the dark of night
Not expected before a coming day
Jolted from a peaceful sleep
From a nasty brutal sway.
What seemed to be eternity
Seconds that weren't so quick
Suddenly silence spread its sound
Except the echo of an old clocks tick.
Fears for friends and family
The networks all gone down
Checking neighbours in the street
Emotions shaky as the ground.
Listening to the radio
Expecting death to fill the air
Bracing with every aftershock
Terror laid fully bare.
Angels must have worked that night
No one badly harmed
Not knowing in the future
We weren’t to be so charmed.
4th September 2015
Christchurch Earthquake September 4th 2010. The smaller earthquake on February 22nd 2011 was to claim 185 lives.
You flashed that smile at me .
So , how was it for you ?? .
the storm has moved on-
sky painted now with pink gauze
nestling on the hills
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
the foundation that supports all our lives
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
hands that can play Amazing Grace with flair
a melody that will lift and suprise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
she bakes her cakes with a dollop of air
not to mention those sweet potato pies
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
there is this look, I guess you could say stare
she will give when dissecting truth from lies
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
take nothing from her, but ask and she'll share
faith in God rests behind Midwestern eyes
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
her framed picture holds a lock of brown hair
and seems to speak to us her words so wise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
We have moved to higher Grounds.
The ridge enclave in mist and cold
Sight is poor as in jackets we fold
Peering below at the stagnant pools
-Covering to brim our hoeing tools.
Ink that was too thick is diluted
Scribbling leaves with water polluted
We’ve moved to scribble on the higher rocks
We’ve move away from the flooding docks
The streets are full of my works I never sold
Stories I thought will never be told
Only, I had already told them and someone else was bold
No- bolder than I ever were my dreams to uphold.
And now these earthquakes has also robbed me
Stolen the duet written by Maya and me
It has rolled and warped it in earths bare dust
Maya thinks I betrayed her most treasured trust.
And so when we couldn’t stand the waters flowing
When into our warm beds the stream came rushing
We took our feet and mind and our family of poets
And moved to higher grounds, we live again as cave poets.
We scribble in the darkest night
With splinters red enough to glow morsel light
We remember the glow of a car parking light
And we press the ochre harder, lips held tight.
We write on the rough walls of our refuge cave
Writing poetry in coded images of flower and dove
We write our fury in dark wooden coal,
-And happiness in a picture of an owl school.
Our hearts have enjoined from its broken bounds
But we still remember with the scariest, loudest heart pounds
And still we write up-up the filling rocks. Filled with words
-Words about the higher grounds and the flooded grounds.
The rocks floods with sentiments of frustration
-of the sired generation now lost in the canyon
-age has caught up to us and the cave is dripping with poetry
-so we pick a box of special pen and one or two poultry
-and we move to higher grounds.
Where the rocks are clean and caves are darker and empty
Been walking through this hardship world
So weary and alone
My spirit squashed,my flag unfurled
No love to call my own
Then came a time I took a chance
Threw flames into the wind
I knew at once with that first glance
This joy would never end
You gave your heart,your soul,your head
You made me laugh out loud
How sweet are those the words unsaid
You make me feel so proud
I hope you know my heart is true
Of love there is no maybe
And if you're ever feeling blue
I'll rock you like a baby
Just take my hand and hold it tight
Your touch upon my skin
Whisper me deep into the night
Unlock the light within
To me you hang the stars and moon
I don't want to let go
I'm singing such a sweeter tune
Just wanted you to know
Why are we moved to write poetry
To empty our souls for all to see
To find solace in sharing our pain
So that we can find peace once again?
To inspire with words of hope and care
To assure our friends, we’re always there
When you need a shoulder to cry on
With words of love, the pain is gone.
A personal tale with words that rhyme
Their special meaning, makes spirits climb
To live our lives through paper and pen
Some look forward, some way back when…
We shared ourselves, we opened our soul
With poetry, we made our lives whole!
They never know what their gaze whispers, or how quietly it bends the way I feel.
Bait dangles as prospects lure
Attempts to whittle the façade
The devil moved in next door
Flawless exploits and flashy couture
Your coy routine makes me applaud
Bait dangles as prospects lure
Veiled summons via feral detour
My thoughts tainted, sanity flawed
The devil moved in next door
Confident acts seem insecure
Roguish gazes assail and prod
Bait dangles as prospects lure
True intentions emerge obscure
Glacier-like egos need be thawed
The devil moved in next door
Your ignorance clutches my cure
Maze of games, packed with fraud
Bait dangles as prospects lure
The devil moved in next door
When things go wrong and I fall to tears
Lyrical phrases ring through my ears
It brings a smile to me ten feet wide
A passion of sounds I can’t want to hide
From the moment I rise to greet the day
My soul is moved with the music and sway
A warm up of wealth for my soul to endure
A sense of center consoling and sweetly demure
I've moved on you can't hurt me anymore
I've moved on so go make your next score
Ive moved on I've flushed my heart clean
Hope you won't to the next victim be mean
I pity the poor thing once off guard you beguile
It has been many years but I've learned your style
Subtle cruel actions camouflager with innocence
But there is coming a day where all will be recompensed
Now I can forget the coldness of your greed stained eyes
I will close my ears to the sound of your false cries of lies
I am over you you wont be able to touch or hurt me again
I am over you I took back my life my love you could not retain
Down the wrong road the sign said self destructing track
A very hard lesson I learned I had to take the long way back
A degree in education does not an honest gentleman make
When half of what he professes is just plain fake
Goodbye to you and your heart of stone
Goodbye to you and your words as dry bone
Change your ways or Heaven's Portals you won't see
Change your ways or in Heaven you surly won't be
Out from its dark hole
Hiding in the low shadows
The rat scurries fast
Guess Who Moved
When I first met my Savior
so happy it made me to be,
talking and sharing Him wherever I would go
He was always right next to me.
Then and only for a while
other things took first place in my heart,
till I recognized that I’d left my first love
and knew for Him I would have to make a fresh start.
We serve an awesome God
so gracious and always ready for a repentant soul to forgive,
but know that He expects in us a willing spirit
and a more holy life for Him should we live.
Now, His face I continually seek
and His footsteps I follow oh so close,
for I don’t want to lose track of Him
only to travel down some other dead end road.
You know it is easy to be distracted
and to go another way,
but we don’t have to ever fear if we will surrender and humble ourselves
He is ready to hear all of our prayers.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
1994
Depression
There is no one reason, some remain depressed.
One could be, a fear to stand before – undressed,
looking at all their natural beauty – glory repressed.
Never to see, to feel, to know reality- their story supressed.
A dear john letter ?
I have moved on to better !, ?
Winter winds tearing at our relationship.
The fires of those winter storms, burn deep,
scorching the fragile fabric of spring,
of summer, of the decaying hours of autumn.
This, leaving me feeling, as the deserted beaches,
hammered by relentless waves crashing down.
The essence, the face, lost after being touched
by the raging, thrashing waves of spring tides.
Lost, after being caressed, fondled by summer waves.
Lost, after being cleansed by autumns thrashing surf.
Lost, after being ripped to shreds by winters door closing,
on all that once could have been something better.
Moving on
A coarse, I believe, you have always been taking.
It has been a long time, in fact, years in the making.
The earth upon which you / we have walked is shaking.
There is no longer, any good reason for you to be faking
all – that I feel – have been the reasons for this braking.
I do not – for one second – blame you for moving on.
I understand why what you may have had is all gone.
For the light you so desperately sought, never shone
upon the dreams you had of me.
The dreams that I would never see.
For they were of someone I could never be,
in this world of mine, where being free
from all that tears at this fragile heart,
of which I no longer want any part
of, and for many good reasons
of which, in my final seasons,
need not – ever again – want to become a part of my life.
For, at my age, and with all my experiences, strife
would only be the stiletto, a dagger, a keen knife
that cuts deep into the heart and brings nothing but rife
to this old man’s days and nights as he stands
at the threshold of new ways, in new lands
where there may be no foot prints in the sands
as life changes. moves on, is out of one’s hands
B. J. “A ” 2
May 19th 2004