Best Nor Poems
No gold nor silver, weights my needy purse
Spun silk and finery I have no need
Such poverty of wealth be not God's curse
For bless'd the man who covets not for greed
My wealth is in the lilies of the field
The colors of the sunsets thrill my soul
Fruit trees and animals provide their yield
And stewardship to nature is my toll
But verdant forests do not warm a bed
The moon and stars, though friends, are silent stones
And lonely is the footpath which I tread
For one true heart, I'd share my pauper's throne
A golden heart and pauper's paradise
For love and happiness, a humble price
Daniel Turner
I feel it so strongly deep inside the cry of your heart
It but echoes my souls endless fear of being apart
Use your strength to go on with life even though it is hard
Where is life’s joy when treated with such reckless disregard?
I wonder can I ever free you from this endless pain?
My body and soul are laden with such cold heavy chain
Lead me through the maze of your mind, let me break down the wall
The donjon has been built of adamant and shall not fall!
I will rend the dark veil and bright starlight will fill your soul
The battlements long secure crumble, your love makes me whole!
Written by Shane Cooper & A-L Andresen 25.03.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
praying
knowing
faith is
growing
blessings
flowing
Scripture
reading
God’s Word
heeding
Spirit
leading
my soul
feeding
on the
right road
such a
light load
God’s peace
bestowed
*******
tide is
turning
feelings
churning
anguish
burning
trouble
knocking
Satan
mocking
faith is
shaken
peace is
taken
*******
life can
plunge me
from the
mountain
to the
valley
God can
lift me
from the
valley
to the
mountain
dwelling
with me
at each
level
of the
spectrum
February 28, 2023
written for the Brian Strand You Pick Again Poetry Contest Placed 3rd
The wind is break dancing with the trees.
beating a rapper’s song.
Limbs flail on the tarmac.
Rain flies like sweat from corn rows
across the expanse of asphalt.
A barrage precipitates
against the window pane
with the rata-tat-tat
of a machine gun’s bullets
as the front passes.
Our bodies are made from stars,
The lustrous sanguinity of speckled nocturne,
The dispelled chemistry of supernovas.
Trillions of years old,
Trillions of miles traveling,
We are children of spacetime.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Our psyche emerged like fire
From star formulas of life’s order.
Spontaneous beings,
We always were and will be.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Any omnipresent maker certainly expected
Our rollout in animated evolution,
And positioned us opposing
The universal drift toward chaos.
But assembled with molecules,
What then is our place in the universe?
Our bodies are made from stars.
I will not be another statistic
out on the street without a dime to my name
I will not be another out cast
Who can't go into a store with being looked down on
I will not be someone's deadbeat baby mama
My kids will have a dad who is married to me
I will not be your excuse
For every wrong thing that goes wrong in your life
I will not be misused
Like some rag to blow your nose
I will not be abused
Like the constant alcohol you drink
I will not be the victim
of the bottomless, self-righteous world i live in today
I will be my own person
standing strong and tall above those who try to bring me down
I will be the painting
to look at for comfort
I will be the leader
that leads my people to the great victory that they need to be in
I will be a lover
One who will cherish my husband like no other
I will be a great mother
to my kids forever and always
I will be forever standing tall
no matter what this world brings me
I will turn this world upside down
AND I WILL NOT GIVE UP
As I lie in this box all dirty and scuffed
I remember the time I was shiny and fluffed
Alone and forgotten I doubt that is true
For I was once savored in red white and blue
Although it may seem it was a long time ago
I once flew through the air in many a show
I was waved at through crowds as I proudly appeared
So high I did blow and to many was feared
There's no need to worry I'll be back once again
I dislike this box and I do miss the wind
Why must I wait until the fourth of July
For I am grand it's my duty to fly
Until then I will stay my memories in bloom
Maybe the maid will free me when she tidies the room
It's true that she likes me she flew me last spring
Some sort of occasion a Memorial thing
This can't be my destiny for I stand for the truth
I'm not just a toy what's wrong with our youth
I hear them play music of hate and it hurts
I am used to large stadiums and enormous concerts
How I long for the trumpet a victorious sound
Still I'm here when you're ready not lost nor found
** Neither Silent Nor Still **
With you…by you…in you
Lord,
I never found silence
To be stillness.
With you, silence is
elevating, escalating,
Eternally
An ongoing current — a soundless ocean
With an unending
Roll-over of crested waves,
But silent with the pulse of my soul.
In silence I found
The heart of God, but
Therein God heard
The Voice of my devotion —
Heart to heart —
His tenderly spoken
response
Heard within a silence
By an inner ear
With the moving grace
Of a full embrace of utter peace,
Which was not still, but
Cradling held, a hint of floating
With a consuming quiet joy
That I turn and turn over
In memory to
Repeat
the rhythm-breathing
Communion…Alleluia! Come
Alleluia, Abba! All Love is yours —
————————————————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger
Thanks be to God
Love feeds a deep desire, a longing ache,
and passion's flame, oft tethered to a wish.
And like a decadent chocolate cake,
it's so scrumptious, you want to lick the dish.
Love's a bond that can never be broken;
ignoring logic, it assumes control.
And stronger than any promise spoken,
born in the heart, it migrates to the soul.
Love is a highly addictive feeling;
once you have felt it, nothing else will do.
And that feeling can leave your head reeling,
when you realize its effect on you.
Love's candle burns an ethereal flame,
and within its light, there's no shame nor blame.
Here.
I will give all,
All for less,
Less.
Ask more of what?
What of the rest?
Rest to break,
Break.
Trivial with purpose,
Purpose to give,
Give more,
More for you,
You.
There.
I feel it so strongly deep inside the cry of your heart
It but echoes my souls endless fear of being apart
Use your strength to go on with life even though it is hard
Where is life’s joy when treated with such reckless disregard?
I wonder can I ever free you from this endless pain?
My body and soul are laden with such cold heavy chain
Lead me through the maze of your mind, let me break down the wall
The donjon has been built of adamant and shall not fall!
I will rend the dark veil and bright starlight will fill your soul
The battlements long secure crumble, your love makes me whole!
Let not rash ejections of the mind
Blind thee of rational occasions
For idleness renders you unhappy
Yield not to whims
Nor be rash
Restrain ridiculous mentality
For it is thee mind
That makes thee truth
Remain or disappear
Yield not to prejudice
Yield not to succumb
Uneasy and insipid constraints
Shall not render me
My Dignity and Integrity
NEITHER UNDERSTOOD, NOR EXPLAINED
I was believed the mightiest of all,
The thing known was only my countrymen soul.
I worked upon day and night in silence,
For my nation I had the path lf violence.
I commanded work with me, don't stop till you achieve,
There is only one priority from day to eve.
I spoke whatever I felt was right,
As my countrymen welfare was my sight.
Once, a winter night in days of battle,
I went out silently to see was everything settle.
Fog and mist was all around,
It was calm but then I heard a certain sound.
When I noticed the topic of voice was me,
So to listen, I got hidden behind the tree.
I was excited to know their views,
Being a king I still felt on head water dews.
In a moment my heart got jerk,
They spoke something which won't work.
I loved my countrymen by heart,
The had uttered something which hurt.
"He thinks him to be supreme,
Always thinks to command upon team".
Other said-"His pride is more above,
Nor countrymen has got his love".
For the first time I had such opinion,
I never thought from this vision.
Was I really of this way,
Should I go away or think here to stay?
Back to palace, I very well knew,
Tomorrow was the last battle of queue.
The watch striked midnight,
Somewhere in my heart dilemma was at its height.
Now I was at battle hours,
With my army I kept raising country towers.
We all fought with our full strength ,
Finally my country had all boundry length.
People celebrated the victory,
All together said I had created history.
I could hear appreciation everywhere,
But I knew many still blamed anywhere.
Within me, I knew I was correct,
Though many didn't knew this fact.
And I like constant never thought of loss and gain,
That why they neither understood ,I nor explained.
A semi baked semi colon is neither a seminar nor a seminary session. It is in fact the whirr of wheels from the large overweight apostrophe on a bike. Uphill downhill and all around the picturesque towns, villages and hamlets but not cities for cityscapes' are carnivorous and carnivores can charm even a chalice from a wagon if and when sealed with the juice of a steak. Well oiled grease test then. All in line. Good. Garages grab greenery giving great galloping geraniums. On the phone now are we? Oh good afternoon. Good morning. Good evening. But never a good night in a customer query box ticked. Tickle a ticket to induce laughter. In many many rides on a bus or a train a mandatory mane maneuvers managing mere mobile movements. And always remember that the globetrotting goldfish in the wicker hat can sing mist loudly to a cone. Hahaha Kyu k pass hai saja hai mekhana and a fried onion belches to a melted cheese. *** geomorphologic Z
So small are tiny peas in a pod
And how great is our gracious God
If I have faith in Him either/or,
Neither/nor will I sin anymore.
If God is my leader and fine friend
In His open arms, I will end up in;
For sure either/or love until I die;
Neither/nor will I ever ask Him why.
All of God's answers are in my soul;
To ask God questions must be my goal;
God and my soul are similar and matched
And They both are always attached.
Heaven one day is where I will end
So message to God up there I'll send
In form of friendly poem in a prayer;
Is amicable and offend would never dare.