Best Purposes Poems
O God of the universes of Creation as a whole
I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.'
Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my
Friends in these long dark hours' these days
Long abhorred stand now at their doors, I ask
You gird their spirits with strength; enlighten their
Minds that they drive hence' each evil time that
They may face, pray turn them into typhoons
That will remove each trace; those of fear, of doubt
and all false pride, beside them; I ask your power
Resides, of your angel throng assign to them
More than they ever need, these women and men.'
Andrea Deitrich Michael Tor Heidi sands Connie
Marcum Wong Judy Ball Bill Baker Robert Ligouri
Joseph May Harry Horseman Brother Jacob
Sally Eslinger Sara Kendrick Sam Kaufman Joe
Dimino Len Gasun Pangiota Romios James
Marshall Goff Billy the Kidster Vince Suzdail
Jnr Kim Rodriuges Beta Augustin Rob Carmac
Robert Lindley Brandy Nichole Laura Leiser
And last, but not least B J Legros Kelly '
Much Love to all.'
May they each put to flight any 5000 that come
Up against them in any honourable venture they
Embark upon, be that written spoken or intimated
May you be with them each one dear Lord in Jesus
Name with the Holy Spirit as witness.'
Squeezing out a saturated rag.
Torn asunder, pieces of a heart.
Head, eyes, lips, arms — sore-sag.
I’d thought I’d known weeping.
I was only dreaming; nightmares
hidden in caves, silently creeping.
A mime’s hand, waving away his smile,
pocketed in eternity’s change purse.
“Geez,” muttered, as a flood beguiles.
Tempest, no longer outside home’s border.
It’s kicked in the door! Like a king it reigns,
stores up blankets and dust like a hoarder.
One who never kept account of compassion,
relentlessly unprotected, battered with emotion.
Comes crashing in - all sixty years of marital passion.
Still, I’m touched by such all-encompassing love.
The upside-down of Happily Ever-After, close to hell,
and yet, something’s birthed…he puts on a glove,
understanding the cruel depths, others have walked.
O those years upon years of deaf, dumb and blind.
The shadow of death, in his own backyard, chalked.
I’m touched by heart-wrenching mortar.
Silent is the grave of urned ashes —
a cheerleader of son and daughters.
Family forms a chain, squeezing of hands.
Scent of cordial roses in the squall.
Cross purposes - we’re no longer an island.
7/19/2021
Touch My Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Hebrews 4:15-16 NIV: For we do not have a high priest (Jesus) who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses…Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
*Just as Jesus sympathizes with us, so we sympathize with each other, as we gain knowledge about suffering and death.
FOR MOTIVATIONAL PURPOSES
MONOTHEISTIC CHRISTIANITY
Old Testament
I am a giver not a taker.
I am a lover not a hater.
I excite not incite.
I bring courage to the fight.
When you down, I’ll help you up.
Sadness is just moving on to the next level.
I am pleasure not pain.
I bring ecstasy to the insane.
I ignite emotions to empower.
I will inform a giaour.
When there are questions, I will educate.
Unbelievers will become profound in faith.
In heaven, I reside.
I am paradise to the mind.
I delight and inspire.
Via prayer, you can feel my vibes.
When you down, I will uplifted.
Therefore, bring your burdens unto me.
I am the thrill to seekers.
I am insight to disbelievers.
I am the throne of greatness.
I am the tone of innateness.
Inner core I afford.
I am the omnipotent.
I am the father of Jesus Christ Lord.
I am The Almighty God.
Say Amen!
New Testament
I am a giver not a taker.
I am a lover not a hater.
I excite not incite.
I bring courage to the fight.
When you down, I’ll help you up.
Sadness is just moving on to the next level.
I am pleasure not pain.
I bring ecstasy to the insane.
I ignite emotions to empower.
I will inform a giaour.
When there are questions, I will educate.
Unbelievers will become profound in faith.
In heaven, I now reside.
I am paradise to the mind.
I delight and inspire.
Via prayer, you can feel my vibes.
When you down, I will uplifted.
Therefore, bring your burdens unto me.
I am the thrill to seekers.
I am insight to disbelievers.
I am the throne of greatness.
I am the tone of innateness.
Inner core I afford.
I am the keeper and the voice.
I am Jesus Christ Lord.
I am the son of The Almighty God.
Say Hallelujah Amen!
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Penned on October 21, 2014!
Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,
Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair with an American.
Oh, and by the way, before you ask, I'm from Mars.
Orbiting your planet, admiring the girls.
Paraphrasing prayers by George Herbert to share
with Jesus believers on talk radio shows
where we try to bring your lives into expressible states
before it’s too late and climate change inundates you.
Reversed thunder, savior-side-piercing spear,
one day you’re feeling fine, the next not.
We’re pretty matter of fact, clear about
the fact of death. Once you’re gone most of us forget
your face and previous accomplishments. The place
you lived is repopulated with the next generation (of aliens)
and that ought to be a comfort, a sort of restful
certainty all is well, nothing special need be done.
Bluebirds are back, crows are mating on the sky
and chasing hawks away from their nests. Juncos
and sparrows glean together. I hear pileated woodpeckers
jackhammering and barred owls hooting soothingly.
Herons smoothing feathers and spearing fish.
Everything is as one would wish.
Numberless are the world's wonders
but none more wonderful than aliens.
Poems for Meaningful Purposes
If my many poems were like little pills
How and which ones could cure all ills
For problems become a big solution
Filter air to find all of the pollution.
Make things rest easy along with mind
Provide food when you wine and dine
Poems as costume worn on Halloween
Become a beautiful mountainous scene.
Poem being punt in great football game
Comfort when field goal missed, such a shame
Wheels going around when you ride a bike
Tasty meal after having been on a hike.
Poem was being played by band in a parade
And in siren of a vehicle coming to our aid
Read at inauguration of a new President
Gun control policy receiving your consent.
Poems for meaningful purposes seem to be
And all of mine have written magnificently
Finally came to a conclusion the other night
Write one for myself maybe I just might.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
How do you come across a dream?
How do you come across a desire?
You don't.
It comes across you.
Why do we look so hard for meaning?
For a purpose.
If you knew your purpose,
it would be fulfilled.
Why were we so quick to grow up?
To forget?
Because now we wish we would have cherished time better,
appreciate it.
Do you notice- when we're content with what is,
things come when they're supposed to?
Tomorrow is coming whether we want it or not.
Get ready.
Let it come, enjoy today.
Why worry when you have no control?
You never remember the beginning of a dream,
you never remember how you got there.
So stop waiting for a reason, a way in.
Just get there.
Two fawns
Twins
Siblings
Innocent and sweet
Headed to dangers unknown to them
A warning from a stranger
Mother arrives
Babies play at her feet
Mother knows best
Always
Toward the danger she leads
No fear
No doubt
Just instinct
In and out of danger she leads them
Confident
Alert
Determined
Lessons to be learned
The stranger holds their breath
It is then
At this moment
It is learned
Control is not theirs to be had
To be held
But to be relinquished
Two fawns
Twins
Siblings
Innocent and sweet
Learned where and what to eat
Learned how to live
Learned what lessons to give
To the strangers
That watch them
Day to day
Month to month
Season to season
Then
BANG
Purpose is met
Sustenance is formed
A family eats
~Mandie Vinson 08.02.2017
Poetry has its perceptions
imposes itself upon silence and
fulfill voids of the heart ...
All its way is ethereal and charming
and then walk with eyes of spirit
and hands of humanism..
For being emotion
live to offer peace
and joy for free...
Poetry is magnanimous,
does not aim for laurels
nor subserviences...
Wish so only being
verse and poet
for the life... !
Cross Purposes
They were always hanging there
----those crosses
Condemning me as a sinner
---in first grade
Overseeing the evil that
----awaited me
Held high above the sheepish flock
----lest one escape
Crosses hanging at the end of beads
----mumbled supplication
Crosses to be borne
----to curry favor with this god
Of crosses
-----passed down through generations.
They still hang there
-----those crosses
Dangling reminders
-----tarnishing the windows of my soul
John G. Lawless
7/16/2015
In a forest, a tree sits by itself and is quite gnarly
Bright light shines inside the grove, and on the tree with crooked branches
The purpose of the tree is misplaced, but the power is true
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Rick Parise's "Sijo" contest
12/27/2012
When a calm breeze, whiplashes trees,
and the sun, hidden behind cloudy skies,
casts deep shadows, then we need expertise
to fix what’s not broken. Though it’s no surprise,
to know our world has turned topsy turvy!
When a swimmer braves, storm tossed waves
of a serene and placid sea - smooth as glass.
When a thrill seeker, to satisfy his craves
hopes a second takes an hour to pass.
Do we accept our world is topsy turvy?
When a cloudless sky, blue and high,
soaks us with heavy drenching rain.
Do we weep, and laughingly sigh
for it to return and do it again,
as we accept our world is topsy turvy?
When we express thoughts, by saying naught,
with words unspoken, but uttered loud,
and we’re running fast, at a leisurely walk,
whilst watching the sun obscured by cloud,
is proof the world has turned topsy turvy?
When contradictions are there, seen everywhere,
hidden in plain view, from all and everyone!
And images seen in the clarity of foggy air,
allow breaking dawn to show the day is done!
It’s proof the world we know, is topsy turvy!
Rhymer. April 10th, 2017
Content in my reason, I indulge my future distress
Feckless friends and fiends lie...together
Our homemade misery surmounts
Indeed, we do have a habit of making habits
This Intention for contention is our invention
A fleet of reckless daggers flow from my mouth
I decimate past and present alike
Thus, the future flees from my nearsighted discourse
My dreams vehemently elude themselves far from my sight
Devoid of ambition, I fall from the sky with Lucifer and all of his friends
These means will never be justified
Choleric, we are vexed by our sugar-coated ends
This silence overtakes us
We are lucid metaphors of our former-selves
I lie awake and wake to lie
My half-empty bottle is never fulfilled, and never content
My heart is a home of chaos
A passionate portrait of selfishness
I am a kin to fruitless endeavors
Forgetting sense, I meagerly float throughout this wretched discourse...
an old piano
child size
lays in the garbage heap
its body broken
its innards hanging out
on the frame
like the ribs of a skeleton broken into pieces
its ivory keys are separated and cover the ground
its poor, in bad condition and cheap
to many not worth repairing
for most purposes it is dead
only to be remembered by few who knew and loved
Poems Serve Many Purposes
Poems I understand can be confusing;
Are no firm rules you should be using;
Mine can be cure,
And for sure endure;
Are easy to read and may be amusing.
Jim Horn