Best Plan Poems
What is holding you back?
What is stopping you?
What is making you uncomfortable
about asking?
about wanting?
about dreaming?
about wishing?
about expecting?
about planning?
about setting new goals?
about learning new things?
about figuring out other ways?
about being your most excited self?
about opening yourself up to new opportunities?
New possibilities? New people? New places? A new job?
Or is it a who?
The air that I breathe, Your mastery
Where the water ends, land begins
Flowers engulfed by the dew
What a breathtaking view
The birds in full flight
All in Your plan
Arranged
With love
God
President Barak Obama has an economic stimulus plan
to move the nation out of this financial quicksand
with foreclosures and jobs lost the situation is depressing
over $700 billion to get us out of this recession
but I know that all my help comes from the Lord
and God won't let me write a check that I cannot afford
the God who made Heaven and Earth has never let me down
the God who created me won't let me financially drown
He is my source, He is my strength, He is my right hand
and since money is not the god I serve I trust in His stimulus plan
for I know my God is able to keep food on my table
I know my God will always come through whenever a bill is overdue
I know my God is up to the task to give me all that I ask
God's spiritual stimulus plan is my daily bread
infused with His promises that keep me spirit-fed
and no matter how dire my circumstance
I turn to God and He extends me a branch
for greater is He who is in me than what is in this world
and greater is what He has promised me than anything from man I've heard
He suffered for me, He died for me, His blood was on the cross
there's nothing He won't do for me so I won't suffer anymore loss
the joy of the Lord is now in my hands
my God's spiritual stimulus plan
and even when my back's against the wall
the God I serve won't let me fall
and even if my 401K has diminished
the God I serve will replenish
and even if my stock portfolio tanks
the God I serve has a full spiritual bank
exceedingly, abundantly and above all
the God I serve will answer my call
in all things, in anything and in everything
there's nothing that my God cannot change
my God is able and on His word I do stand
trusting in Him to revive me with His spiritual stimulus plan
Roses are Red.
Violets are blue.
God made them that way.
And He made you, too.
He had a perfect plan
As he formed you from clay.
If you will only let Him,
He will help you in His way.
He’ll melt your hardened heart,
And fill it with His Love.
And if your eyes fill with tears,
They too, may be sent from above.
If you will open the door,
He will come into your life.
He’ll fill you with Love and Joy,
And erase all your fear and strife.
Smiling down on His creation,
evergreen sentries gave Him peace.
Turquoise lake held the reflection
of Rocky Mountains with snow’s fleece.
Nature’s beauty is leased to man
by an Artist with a loving plan
above our heads
and flying high,
manipulations few could believe
whole generations fooled
and bled to slave at life - with chance
to stay above the doom
that lay beneath the lies - that feed
the masters of our destiny - blindly led
to fight their wars - for gold beyond
what measures know - to harvest
souls and build a race - with no emotion
....shades of gray - everyday we start
again - with chosen scripts
approved by those who rule this
place we think is free - they give
us games and penny idols - 'till
one morn' - we'll wake and look around
with no emotion
to
be
found
inspired by and a tribute to "Rowdy Roddy Piper"
and his featured role in the 1988 movie.... "They Live"
Let true love find me to be the ever fixed mark of constant gaze
The spectacle of her thrilling eyes, and she to me the dearest prize
A coral when the heart stampedes, or fickle fancy frivolous strays
For love must be a leash of common trust, the pole beyond the skies
So shall we not shiver when seasons change the wind and mist comes
A dark impenetrable fog before the yes, a marsh around the mind
For we by love is added as one, most accurate of all majestic sums
Trust must be the key to vision when love alone stumbles here blind
No arc of sight away in flight, bending ever to a proud inconstant sun
But holding hands we chart our course, finishing better than we begun
For all nature shall around us spin fresh vortexes of an ancient desire
But trust shall preserve us body, soul and skin only for our own fire.
What else shall by our light be drawn, like quivering moths must retire
Into the dust and cinders gasping at our feet, hope their fractured glass
Let true love be constant in this faith, for God's peace cannot expire
Through every storm his ways do hold, so upon him all anchors cast
So what then this buzzing, this jealous sound, is it of frail frying wings
Does some flame the fragile heart deceives, or nestless memory stings
Ah, sentinel not the virgin beauty of my sheets, my fortressed pride
This castle is built of stronger walls, the drawbridge is up, I'm alone inside
They ragged armies may their runted horses rattle until they neigh
Pure hubris, the harried hustlings, trust is a wall faithful and secure
To smooth for any tool to clasp, all tempted grasp will only slide away
And these walls have moats without and within, none crossed before
You alone have I shown where to swim, and how to unlock this gate
To you my center constant holds, only one holy grail keeps my faith
See not my stern behind my bow, point to the haven of your arms
See not my flags fly for you alone, your port the weather ever charms
It's firm the mast that keeps my sail, look from your castle, I come
O sweet the winds that drive me to your shore, what constant tide!
You the true Polaris of my compass stone, my fiddles and my drum
Love not all alone that carries me, but trust that steers me to your side.
To try out a new poem form.
To give more than to receive.
To make calls to the lonely.
To envision peace, not unrest.
To forgive and to forget.
To joyfully encourage others.
To take a needed news vacation.
To really be attentive with my pet.
To honor and embrace my past.
To welcome the future with joy.
To enjoy all my earthly days fully.
To welcome and embrace any and all tests.
To one day, go in peace, to my final rest!
9/4/2024
Poem 2
@ Panagiota Romios
Slaves could not devise an escape plan until their thinking arrived in a free state of mind. Couldn't begin to break free from bondage that surrounded their bodies because an intact spirit was key for the freedom they needed. So they, the masters, solidified sanctuaries and brought a savior to fix a brokenness they had induced. Gave one direction to single point of entry. Told them to repent for sins they were never privy to until illegitimate children began establishing the first welfare state. Then they said, "It's all on you." That makeshift cell formed dorms and prisons broken men came to live in. One thought he was free, while the other began forming an escape plan. Both came from the same sanctuary designed to keep them from attaining a free state of mind. One grew accustomed to it. The other ran out there screaming, "I knew it! I knew it!" If God were truly in man, we wouldn't had to devise such an elaborate escape plan. And if he is, why did he beat this attitude in me?
They're about to go in, and just about ready to commit and underage sin.
He tells her he loves her as the lights go dim, and that if she does too, she must
prove it to him.
They're done; they have lost their innocence. She went in a girl came out a
woman, he went in a boy came out a man.
Now 4 weeks later, she finds out something that wasn’t part of the plan.
Where is he? He is nowhere to be found, he has abandoned her and now she is
sad. As he has ran from the responsibility of being a dad.
She is with child, but without a man, all for doing something not part of the plan.
She gets kicked out of her home, she is all alone. She cries day and night
staying at a family home.
How can just one unforgettable night, become such a sin? For, she did really
truly love him.
She says this baby is to blame; he never would have left her if she’d just stay the
same.
So that cold, dark night, knife in hand she had ended her baby’s life without a
demand.
Then she ended her life for foolishly falling for a man who was not ready to be
part of a plan.
All I can do is wonder.
I'll never really know.
OI'll never get to hug her,
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow,
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted,
a chance to know my Mom.
I know I shouldn't cry,
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.
I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.
Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her,
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan,
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me.
I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind.
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.
Your caress is a thousand needles of ecstasy
I’m powerless in the face of your beauty
You’re a global event in all my calendar days
You possess me in a million indifferent ways
With time and space – we’ve got a pounce
With timing and pace – we’ve got a dance
With wine and cream – we brewed a kiss
With love and a dream – we’ve got us
You define my success – win or lose
You’re a tigress on the prowl in the woods
You reveal my flaws with your stealth
And claw me back to good health
With your stripes and my fire – we vaporise
With love and a warm home – we’ve got happiness
With a picket fence and a garden – we’re evergreen
With a pool and sunshine – we’ve got the master plan
And I lay flat with him,
as he took the stars out of is pocket
and placed them back in the sky;
lighting my whole world again
like you once did.
but you taught me better
than to love someone who
takes my soul swimming in depths
where my mental sanity drowns.
and I'll teach all those after me:
Do not stay if the glass is shattered,
you will bleed out before picking up all the pieces.
Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined
The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring
Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting
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