Best Postponement Poems
Lord, I Praise and Thank You!
Lord, I praise and thank you
for this moment.
I give you my life,
with no postponement!
I repent of my backward
and sinful ways.
I lift up my hands and
give you praise!
I admit that I can’t do it on my own.
I invite you to be the lord of my home!
I come before you on bended knees.
And ask you to change
my life… Please!
You’re the one that I want
to daily seek!
You are so strong,
and I am so weak!
I love you Jesus! More than I can say!
Speak your words,
that I may obey!
I worship and bring honor
to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I’ll forever proclaim!
By Jim Pemberton 06/13/16
Long for the tender tormenting touch of her slips, a vermillion vice of the abyssal depths that lay within the merest brush of her breath, a zephyr's caress that set aflame the parched arid landscapes of my wasteland as sighs hollow echoes whispered promises grew, the inferno of my longing raged, a maelstrom of need that threatened to consume all reason, all restraint in the swirling crimson vortex of those velvets, the boundaries of our recurrent reality grew tenuous, and the tyranny of the flesh held sway as the flexuous uncharted curves of your caress became the acid test of my resolve, dissolving the fragile, varnished veneer of self control, as the confinement of thy desires began to dissolve like gossamer under the scorching waxen sun of ardent, copious passion.
As we entwined, visceral privilege awoke, like hydras flourishing in some foresworn elixir, every casual respite yawned vacant, sucked into the vampiric vortices of intolerably testy discontent.
How provoking, this postponement of unbound reciprocity, tongue just grazing the tips of those plush velvet onyx lips, while catalyzing inveigling suspense
Memories are walls
desecrated by graffiti of remembrance
well intentioned people
all around
and me
playing that „warm rabbit“ game
(take a guess who the rabbit is)
it feels like I'm one of those happy faces on Kerouac's road
I feel like an idiot
it has to feel like that when you deliver a piece of self so other can step on it
even though stepping on it was not intended
but
not knowing what to do with it
they just step on it
when mistake acquires a form of face
leave some words unspoken – they taught me
it is nicer to be humanly than fashionably conscious – they taught me
so i just have a message for you: eat ****,
you have devoured all of my cookies anyway so
by academic degree
babbitry of yours couldn't be washed – they failed
when iron clew entangles in your chest
oversleep
it will go away
it always does – they failed
wrist is accustomed on postponement
and I have forced expression
for every urbanely pickled photography
that whore karma laid down one nice slap on my cheek
well
on what is left of it
****
... man is it's evolution
* warm rabbit was notorious practice in jail for political prisoners in Yugoslavia (Goli otok) where when a new prisoner came prison guards would forced prisoners to line up in two rows and new prisoner had to walk through and other prisoners were forced to beat him with any object available until prison guards said it's enough.
Even if we were to win
these hunting
and killing
and fishing
and devouring
and gathering
and hoarding
and victimizing
and offending
and criminalizing
and punishing
holy wars
and zealot causes,
We would lose
our vocation
to mentor and facilitate restoration,
ego and ecotherapy reforestation,
healing,
health,
measured in polycultural health outcomes
by all democratically respected
and trusted to remain interdependent
species.
Extended even to the vipers
and poisonous spiders and ivy
and choking evangelical fake-Christians
and jihad self-terrorizing fake-Moslems,
and fear and hate-mongerers of all bad faiths,
even those Pharisees and Sadducees
rich and powerful capital hoarding
already too aristocratic
for their own healthy extended family care-giving
and receiving love
and cooperatively owned and managed grace
and positive synergy and karma.
Deniers of NatureMystic Messiahs
and Bodhisattva PeaceCircle Witnesses
are rabid wolves.
Those who choose
to Lose
at shallow capitalism
to Lose
at deep ego-ecological wisdom
are fake-redeemer sheep,
with retributive justice discipleship ways,
concerns,
Hellfire issues,
and over-invested in Win-Lose means
to successfully deny
their intrinsic bad faith in the reverse of evolution.
Those who defer to WinWin evolution
toward
mutual good faith polycultural expectations,
Those who defer to Win-Lose
anger and fear management
through self-perpetuating postponement
of Win-Win commitment.
Those yet to eventually succumb
to denying Lose egocentric body,
then Lose anthro-centric mind,
then Lose ecological multigenerational
DNA-enscribed cooperatively organized Soul,
organic meaning,
synergetic purpose,
sacred vocation,
regeneration,
restoring sacred ecological climates,
Lose reforesting evolutionary Win-Win history,
reweaving spiraling 4D RealPrime
SacredTime.
Stuck back in pre-history,
before traumatizing others
became a Golden Rule offense
against all WindNature-WaveSpirits.
If we were to win
all our anthro-centric capital-hoarding games,
we would lose our ego/eco-centric
Win-Win revolutionary
NonZero-Sum Infinite
PolyPathic Soul.
Everyone's a warrior that each one has to strive;
One may fight for glory or simply to survive.
The brave may render efforts derived from self-esteem;
The coward may suddenly take action to liberate a friend.
Life is a battle by destiny or chance;
Often by tour of duty or caught by circumstance.
The world may hail a warrior of his supremacy and greed;
And shun an awkward rescuer of a stranger who's in need.
There is always an impending battle that lies beyond our sight;
Sobriety and calmness are never reasons not to fight.
Be it in deceit or temptations there is war when you resist;
Much in a revolution if you want freedom to persist.
The perils of the battle are like blackmail to the soul;
One may opt postponement or make a daring call.
The chaos of confusion is the devil's tricky tool;
And in life's many endeavors one must be steadfast of his goal.
It is prudent to seek refuge in the middle of a bout;
When stricken by an illness known to many as "doubt".
For how long a dying spirit shall stand for his cause?
When hopelessness is hinting that the battle's already lost.
Yet so many that have fallen who gallantly had fought;
Even without a helmet or a cold winter's coat.
That it is worthwhile to be still breathing; it is a mercy divine;
And to perish in the battle is honorable and sublime.
Date & Time of Writing:
June 18, 2012
10:42 a.m. - 1:08 p.m.
I canceled my death for you
a postponement on the inevitable
the choice had come
I could have walked away
but all things considered
and considering how much I love you
I chose to stay
This decision has had its price
for to relinquish life meant I would reunite
and to remain would surely break my heart
but I am no martyr
I do not wish to hang myself upon some bleeding thorn
but to your sorrows alter
impart my faith
In you
Yes I know you are broken
and in auspicious form so bitterly hidden
to reap your tears
shall bring to low your hearts desires
and in the garments of lies
hang you so with all your fears
until, until you praise them
This courtship of the beguiled
plenary to your sanction
would seek heroins and heroes such as you
to free yourselves
and may such honor find itself impromptu
in such stalwart souls ambition
to impart your faith
In others
Wishing you contentment and peace this holiday.
Safety and health for all, I pray.
Some festive foods and display,
Gifts to receive and give away.
May this much enjoyment,
Outweigh concerns of the moment,
More gay times merely a postponement,
'Til communal singing and music are again a component.
Too Many Churches Are Becoming Political…
Have you noticed? This may seem to be “heretical.”
As more churches are becoming too “political”
What in the world are churches doing “for heaven’s sake.”
Do many in churches think about what’s at stake?
We’re to be the body of Christ with fellow believers.
Have we become like the “doormat sweepers?”
Rather than making Godly decisions and choices.
Too many in church listen to “outside voices.”
The politics of the day seem to “sweep the moment.”
Godly principles often take a “postponement.”
When churches govern by man’s “set of rules.”
The building has then become “a bunch of fools!”
Christ is coming for a church “washed in the blood of the lamb.”
The importance of Godly living… Many don’t understand!
A message of holiness and repentance need to be heard!
A deep passion and love for Christ is seldom stirred!
As many seek after their own doctrine and denomination...
Much of what’s happening has become an abomination!
It’s time to wake up and be filled with God’s awesome power!
Christ could come now! This could be the hour!
It’s time for Churches to be a Godly influence!
Taking a stand for God’s word and making a difference!
“Unless the lord builds the house… They labor in vain that build it.”
Christ must be the foundation!
His presence must completely fill it!
By Jim Pemberton
Blimey it’s hot
Though moan I must not
As to see the sun high up above
Evokes wonderful memories of summers gone by
Of weeks in the sunshine and temperatures high
With no sign of clouds in the stunning blue sky
From May to September, wearing summer attire
And not till November did Mum light our fire
Spending days on the beach building castles in the sand
Eating nice juicy peaches mixed with sand from our hands
There were days when we had too much sunshine
and Mum put us to bed, bathed in cool Calamine
Our scarlet red arms and our scarlet red legs
Made it painful to sleep as we took to our beds
And the sunshine brought out my freckles
Sun kisses, is what my Mum said
The sun she liked me and kissed me all over
From my toes right up to my head
Now moving towards my twilight years
The finale draws closer, but I have no fears
'cos inside my head I am young again
Reliving those wonderful carefree days
Though now looking back through my memories
they often appear in a rose tinted haze
As my time runs out I try to live
my life in every moment
Not wanting it to end just yet
I've requested a postponement
I enjoy each day
each hour
each minute
not from the outside
but from within it
So gratefully I will end my days
Recalling my memories
I assess and appraise
My next journey onwards
for me holds no fear
Finding peace from the sea
how I love living here...
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In the Darkened Foyer
There you are again.
Walking this darkened foyer, and that carpeted hallway,
Eyeing the sunken-eyed dancer who forgets she’s not alive;
She’s just passing by all the sickness of dissipated humanity,
Wrapped in a single walk, and a solitary stretcher,
With a squadron of crucifixes affixed to the skin tags,
Applied with holy powders on these ancient, prayer-eaten walls,
These never-ending white walls that stretch before us,
Telling stories of prolonged death spasms, and postponement,
Of human decline in the face of the hopeful ones,
And the healing ones, with shocked knowing grins,
And the comatose ones, who know when to at last wake up;
Wake up! I say to the dead ones, the digested ones, long interred!
Now is the time to move your monuments and your dirt.
Now is the time to complain to the clock, the cold twitching clock,
That now holds no eternal sway in either direction for you or me!
Or all the dead ones, lying over there on solitary stretchers,
Under white sheets, in the darkened foyer.
There’s A God Who Loves You!
In spite of what the courts
and what people tell you…
There is a God,
who’ll always love you!
No matter how courts try their best to remove him…
His son reaches out to you!
And wants you to trust him!
No matter what the sacrifice, or what the cost…
His son died for you!
On an old rugged cross!
No matter what you’ve heard,
or who you listened…
There’s an everlasting life
that you’re missin’!
No matter how many times you’ve
caused sin and shame…
You can find 100 percent
forgiveness in Jesus’ name!
No matter how many times that
people have failed you…
There is a God in heaven,
who will always love you!
Won’t you take the time,
with no more postponement?
And seek forgiveness in his blood’s atonement?
The time is now, the opportunity
is certainly here!
Wherever you may go…
God is always near!
By Jim Pemberton
Despite endless attempts to avoid it
We can't sidestep it forever
At one point or another
We all sail into stormy weather
When your ticket gets punched
You'll be flooded with sadness
Turbulently twisting and turning
In a constant state of madness
Next comes the hardest part
Your ticker just can't take it anymore
Furiously feeling the crack in your heart
Misery making you crumble to the floor
Dragged down into the depths of despair
Searching for a watershed moment
Surely there is a solution out there
To put your pain into postponement
Fortuitously stumble upon a toolbox
Time to tune up your heart
Grab the Elmer's glue for the fracture
Then duct tape other pieces that fell apart
Subsequently realize who sent the repair kit
Sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers
All chipped in to cobble it together because
Heart splinters get sealed with love from others
God’s Word Gives Truth and Meaning!
As many are seeking truth and life’s meaning.
It’s a lot of garbage that they’re often receiving!
Many have refused God and what he commands!
And have brought a great sin over the land!
As many indulge in whatever seems “cool.”
They tend to live by their own set of rules.
Many don’t know any of the 10 commandments.
As they turn to man-made establishments!
The answer to life and the truth is out there!
It’s the word of God, that he has put there!
In God’s word, can you find the truth which you seek!
His word brings comfort and strength to the weak!
His word is the most powerful truth you can get a hold of!
It gives a purpose and meaning that you can speak of!
I’m so thankful of his words so powerful and truthful.
I’ve found them to be encouraging and helpful!
Won’t you take a few moments in sincere prayer?
And come to know the God who loves you and cares?
God rewards and blesses those who want to seek him!
Won’t you take the time to really know him?
Time is short! There doesn’t need
to be a postponement!
God’s word can change you!
This very moment!
By Jim Pemberton 02/12/14
When you are in a confused state
Born thoughts will not be great
For this you must postpone action
For the dying of possible friction
When calmly you try to deliberate
Good and bad, you can segregate
While holding a negative emotion
Pessimistic will be one's notion
At the time of a chaotic situation
Surely there will come no elation
Just do something else carefully
Forgetting this whole chaos fully
Analyze not the pros and cons
Try to establish not your stance
Allow the matter to take its course
Keep tranquility using mighty force
As a result of this postponement
You may soon face advancement
A solution will strongly emerge
As you suppressed your urge
Your reputation will surely soar
Your character, all will adore
Take time and decide very wisely
You can clinch success nicely
If decisions are like this taken
Heart can never at all be broken
This type of sagacious treatment
Will lead to a peaceful settlement
Just try this dear at your own pace
No doubt, joy and mirth, you will face.
This Life We Have…
This life we have is for a brief moment.
On the road to eternity…
It’s a “postponement.”
This life we have will not be here for long.
This world that we live… We don’t belong!
This life we live isn’t really yours or mine.
It was purchased by Jesus’ blood… HIS love divine!
This life we live isn’t really ours alone.
We need to make plans for our eternal home!
This life we live was meant to be…
Living with God for all eternity!
This life we live is like “one short day.”
One day, our breath “will be taken away.”
This life I live… I’m giving to Christ above.
And give him my heart and all of my love!
This life I live,… It’s going to be…
Much more of Jesus… And a lot less of me!
This life I live… I have one thing in mind…
Living for Jesus for the rest of my time!
This life I live… I know I’ll be blessed!
Because living for God is always the best!
This choice I made has brought peace within!
God has brought forgiveness for my every sin!
This choice can be yours! God’s offer is given!
Won’t you allow him to change how you’re livin’?
By Jim Pemberton