Best Pillar Of Strength Poems
Hills come alive with sweet sounds of birds whistling tunes
Filled with harmonious peace, you sail within time
Gentle whispering winds through branches of trees call
When you dare to take the first step forward
Everything feels so easy embracing such beauty
Mixing voices of nature talk deeply flowering
Thrown into the unknown life is truly magical
A universe inside feelings explode in one gift
The soul eclipsing delight warmed with sunshine rays
Like a virgin being on guard of the tiger claws, lions, bears and snakes
Only when your starlight kisses clouds evaporate
Time continues and the butterfly waltzes freely once more
Crossing paths in this journey new beginnings grow
Small wild strawberries threaded upon a stem beg to taste
Opening one gateway within thoughts
Setting sail into another world beyond
With you salt of the ocean waves rise and fall
Upon rocks kissing pillar of strength
A cool breeze says goodbye upon your cheek
Loving spices land this boat on paradise sands where gold sparkles warm beams
When we meet at Heaven's gate batting lashes close entering a doorway into a dream
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 05.09.2015
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It was always there, rooted deeply, in my backyard.
That mighty oak, it was so beautiful, so noble, and strong.
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As a child, I would climb up into its arms, and sit there for hours finding comfort.
It became a part of me, its' spirit ran through me and we were as one.
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Through the years, as I grew older, I would take my burdens, and sit by my tree,
And, it would unburden me.
It was my pillar of strength,
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Now the mighty oak lies toppled. I touch his withered limbs and cry.
And as his spirit rushes through me, I hear him say goodbye.
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And my world is changed for ever; it can never be the same.
For - tonight my father died.
PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES
A ferris wheel of no return, she stood with rosy cheeks so fair; both day and night just wide rocky bridges of light and dark. All she needed was bulb of fresh start.. Three months pass after the love explosion happened, her pillar of strength taken for independence sake. Only candles of hope she has; slowly, slowly losing its glow. Her eyes were a train flood of crystal tears. Her heart jailed from loss but needed to be freed for the sake of a budding life. She opens her door day by day beaming a sunshine in her face. Her chest-buds bloom so graceful. Her tummy grows a robust breathing sphere. Parallel autumn surprises bring her to a sandwich salad showcase. A year passed, in a fragrant natural lair with the light bowing down on them, she planted a kiss on her baby's lips.
Hush... to ... rush...
Hush... to ... rush...
Teardrops held long tumble thunder
listless from her eyes
of rest and quiet
yet, her steady voice whispers
a storm...
Head... to ... toe
Head... to ... toe
Forlorn rose maiden exhaled-
cyclic shudders: wells of regret
like a ruined garden where blossoms frown,
green leaves too, turned brown.
Sun... to... rain...
Sun... to... rain...
Her life blossomed
amidst earthquake break of failures,
true love she finally receive--
it pardoned her wrongs.
Sighs... to... groans...
Sighs... to... groans...
Bright twinkling stars
tended safe the narrow path
as silhouetted liquid moon cajoles
her long bittersweet escape.
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Her heartstrings strum endless:
her abounding joy!
Upon hopeful eyes mirror,
the sparkles of her infants tears...
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***Haibun Freestyle
08:34 pm, November 24, 2015
God made me
as he wanted me to be,
and in that regard I am perfect.
I am clumsy,
and vain,
and a little arrogant at times.
I’ve been stepped on
and walked all over
and in turn and have stepped on and walked over others.
I am easily annoyed,
and not easily satisfied.
I think I’m always right
and everyone else is therefore always wrong
Quick to judge,
slow to listen.
How could He create someone so terribly wrong?
With so many flaws and so little to be proud of?
I must have been a mistake.
But He doesn’t make those.
God doesn’t make mistakes.
Because sometimes,
I am kind,
and caring.
Sometimes I am the pillar of strength for those about to fall.
Sometimes I spend hours listening
without it once crossing my mind to judge.
Sometimes I am self-conscious and shy.
And even vulnerable.
And most often,
My arrogant, vain, judgmental selfish side
is what makes me smile through it all.
And if I couldn’t smile through it,
I couldn’t pull those I love through it with me.
Many treasures have I stored in Heaven above,
Not treasures of gold, but ones that I have loved.
They are treasures that no earthly wealth can ever replace,
How I long for the day that we can all meet again and joyfully embrace.
These are gifts from my God, called family and friends,
That shared their love, their soul, to the very end.
Each one that left, left with a part of me,
But left with me, many precious and dear memories.
It is so important for us to extend ourselves in this world today,
To touch a heart, in kindness and love, the Jesus way.
Be a pillar of strength for someone who may be weaker than you,
Be a beacon of God’s light in all that you do.
You be that treasure for someone who is lost and alone,
Sharing your self with others is the greatest gift you will ever have known.
You can change someone’s heart and even change their life,
And lead them to happiness so much better than sorrow and strife.
Plant that seed of love, and watch it blossom and grow,
Then teach them to do the same and watch as their lives begin to glow.
These seeds have a way of multiplying, that’s the part I guess that is so grand.
To think that, that one seed you planted now has spread all across God’s land.
Wrapped round in swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright smiling face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.
Warm it was when huddled tight,
Glad it was to be held close,
Pleasure it was to be lifted up,
And Heaven it was to be in her lap.
She took me in her gentle hands,
Fed me with her nourishing milk,
Made me sleep with lullabies sweet,
Cared her children day and night
She ever remained a pillar of strength,
In whom I saw a never failing friend.
Led me through the devious turns of life,
Always there to lend her helping hand
Wise it was to seek her counsel –
In complex issues too hard to solve,
Sane and sound, she ever remained.
To trials of life, she never surrendered.
She taught us the quintessence of life,
She showed us the route to tread,
Her zest for life never once ceased,
Her trust in God was ever on the rise
As I look back to days of yore,
All I wish is to conjure up the past,
To be reborn a second time,
To be my mother’s darling child!
~ Poem of the Day~
The father and son
Inseparable relations
Guiding the path of true faith
Love of a mother
Glorious pillar of strength
Wept at the foot of the cross
The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line poems called a
katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7. A Sedoka, pair of katauta
as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives.
The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following syllable counts:
5/7/7.
Scarlet red rose
Flower for my wife
My pillar of strength
Partner for life
But the other side of me
Is the rose in satin black
Part of the man i am
The side i sadly lack
I can walk in through the door
And kiss my loving wife
I can say i worked late
The other side of my life
While my wife's at home
I am driving in other towns
Picking up the ladies
In the back seat, settle them down
Showing no remorse
This black rose i wear
If she ever found out
Heart rendering tear
Arriving home usually late
My loving wife in anxious wait
Met with a kiss, i internally cry
To do this to her, i ask myself Why?
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A silent pillar of strength,
I'm lucky to have you as sister,
But I'm gifted to be your sister!!
And so this is what it feels like,
As though the sun doesn’t exist,
And the moon has lost its shine,
the stars have been put out one by one,
and here we are, pretending everything is fine.
Yet, our world seems gloomy and dreary.
Our smiles have faded away.
For our beacon of Hope and Light
Departed 6 months ago this day
Every day we all keep wishing
That this is just a bad nightmare.
And when we wake up each time
We will find that you are still here.
Our Inspiration and Pillar of Strength
Our Glue, Our Rock and Our Guide.
You loved each of us equally,
with absolute admiration and pride.
You encouraged us to be confident
And gave us the raw truth about life.
Whenever we needed someone to talk to,
You were the best person we all would turn to for advice.
Sometimes we get the urge
to dial your number on our phones.
Just to hear your soothing voice again,
just to pretend you're still at home.
We miss everything about you Gran,
More especially that radiant and naughty smile.
It gave us hope and brought us comfort,
Amidst a world that's cold n fragile.
Your warm hugs and soft touch,
Made us feel better whenever we were ill.
Your home made remedies and chicken soup.
Was better than taking any pills.
Those delicious aromas from cooking and baking.
Could be smelt from way down the road.
You made sure our bellies were full
Before we all made our way home.
And so we guess God needed his finest Angel back home
much sooner than we all expected.
And while we painfully agree that you're in a better place,
this great loss will never be accepted.
© Sasha Maharaj. All Rights Reserved. August 2016
The Family Tree
The Family Tree has arm, that stretch out far and wide,
From each arm stems a legacy, which can never be denied,
Also affixed, are veined leaves, with DNA inside!
Tab labels index the status, of ones’ lineage,
Relationships, births and deaths, all captured in the images,
With heredity from Mom and Dad, adding to the percentages!
The trunk supports the body, of the Family Tree,
Its’ strong base houses layers, each one with its own beauty,
A pillar of strength on display, a sight for all to see!
There’s knowledge, skills and wisdom, deep inside its roots,
Nourished by culture and history, of it ancestral fruits,
And at the top of the Family Tree, sits the Patriarch all astute!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/12/15
A tree after the fall or in winter,
Is not what it was, but a mere splinter.
Glory stripped naked of it’s cov’ring leaves.
Looks like death and loss, the naive perceives.
Like veins without body, there’s no value.
It’s fate altered by some unplanned snafu.
A careful soul will notice the pattern.
Nature’s outstretched limb holding a lantern.
Spring takes the stage like a magician’s sleeve.
Promises to bloom, if you dare believe.
Then, new buds emerge between a few blinks.
Full and alive, expectations hood winked.
Now a pillar of strength to the fullest.
Shading locals and even some tourists.
A symbol of life and longevity.
This tree here stands for all to plainly see.
Now burns in colors we would not have guessed.
The scene’ry and onlookers are so blessed.
And then it happens, leaves fall like ashes.
A skeleton, our memory clashes.
Previous glory forgotten by some.
Yet, others await the pending outcome.
These dry bones once slain will arise again.
With branches full and waving in the wind.
So, today I may be humbled and gaunt.
Shackled to a fate that I did not want.
Recall the pattern shown by a lantern.
To rise anew, as someone who mattered.
when I look at you —
I see a pillar of strength
who's toils and tribes are hidden
like the deepest of dark secrets
destroy you? you won't allow it
know matter what — you stand strong
with shoulders broad — taking on the world
time and time again
with feet planted...back against the wall
sometimes reeling— but you never fall
a man's —man — standing up to adversity
you've earned your master's from hard knocks university
the world has shown you no mercy
still— you rise to every conflict
prepared to do battle
spirit sometimes shaken—but never rattled
with fist of iron
and heart of gold
the troubles you've endured
will never be told
cause although life's journey has been a rough ride
you've got your pride
a spiritual man
who will always stand—BOLD
through it all...
Ones pillar of strength
Edging towards it's flower
On reaching their join
Rich scented petals in bloom
Where the stem and the Rose meet
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Sorting of them daily occurring problems
at our Gadgados human resources office
can be a big headache a bore or hilarious
it could be complicated or easily solvable
many an agent being apathetic to the problem
ends up internalizing a problem.. owning problem
we deal with humans beings.. we agents feel too
the pain the anguish we perceive the distress going
going through our clients minds as we try to help
the rule of solving the problem is don't own the problem
understand the problem and do your best to solve it but
don't become a part of the existing problem by internalizing
but dealing with people you cant avoid making it your own
at times it gets one... too down feeling your almost quitting
you have to remind yourself you're in the service industry
called to help the clients and customers.. its more of a calling
than its' an occupation or work where you earn a livelihood..
many a day you are tested and tested to your limits and beyond
you hold on for you are the pillar of strength at the human resources.
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