Best Recommit Poems
The Hole Deep in One’s Own Heart
In moments of greatest loss, sadness and sorrow,
A hole forms so deep within one’s own heart;
There it shall remain so for each ‘n every morrow,
Until life’s end when comes our Heavenly depart!
My dearest, such times of tribulation define us pure,
For we know not all the twists and turns of this life;
We must keep our faith ever true, never it to abjure,
Whilst seeking angelic guidance from this human strife!
As we recommit our true faith in God’s blessings above,
We seek solace in His love that only our souls may find;
With this our passions ‘n emotions form the deepest love,
Giving us His blessing as our souls return His love in kind!
God’s love brings our eternal souls into His Heavenly space,
And makes our injured hearts whole in His Divine embrace!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 11, 2017 (Shakespearean Sonnet)
"One who does not know
really knows,
and one who knows
really does not know."
Laotse
Squirrel medicine
under-stands external relations
Economies
of stimulus leads to response
leads to ever competitively hoarding stimuli
toward ever more response
of trees with tasty treats
of linear win/lose systems
unfolding time's next natural response.
Turkey medicine
COM-PREHENDS internal interrelationships
Economies of ecologic,
dipolar revolving appositions
of apparent contrasts
co-arising within stimulating squirrels
and responsive nuts,
hunter and hunted
on their path toward mutually transformative cycles
of regeneration,
poop and pee feeding tree root systems
feeding leaves and flowers and seeds
feeding squirrels and turkeys.
Who is wise enough
to know gratitude
in response to circular
recycling win/win systems?
We are.
What reckons and redeems win/lose dissonance?
Competing reiterative cycles
of in v out-formating consumption.
When can we experience deep reconnection?
We are wisdom's integrity potential.
Where confluent creolizing revolution?
Here is Anthro-gratitude where
as Now is Earth-fore-given-nest when,
co-arising nondual redundancy
of where and when's deep wisdom Why.
Why recommit, rehabilitate?
Toward EarthTribe cooperative healthy purposes
of MotherNature's co-passionate eco-normic meaning,
understanding sacred purposes
we already wisely com-prehend.
SquirrelTribe's right felt Justice
restores TurkeyWise left thoughtful
cycles of relationship
Trees of co-arising light crowns
inspired by knowing
co-gravitating empowering root systems
of deep indigenous wisdom
co-prehension.
10/2/12
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Reveled through the world His words are cherished
Many read the peace of His words, yet works be perished
We see the problems without the power to cure it
Lacking the wisdom we need and God’s Holy Spirit
The Feast of Tabernacles calls many to action
And with it comes happiness and endless satisfaction
Five aspects will lead us closer to the mind of God
He shows us a clear path though our ways are flawed
The paramount action is respect to one another
To be present, formal and kind to each other
What we wear physically and spiritually is important too
To be humble and dedicated in all that we do
The second call for action is the call to rejoice
To enjoy physical food and drink—the desire of our choice
To stimulate the mind with gladness and cheer
And be thankful for our trials as we ponder the year
The third act is important and it is to recall
All the blessings and promises of the coming Kingdom of God
To read back in scripture to the great men of faith
Allowing your mind to rest from the wreck of sin’s ache
As we recall we find it necessary to recommit
To be re-awakened in His life—to make something of it
We may want to acknowledge where we have fallen short in the past
Not dwelling in the desires of physical life—the things that won’t last
The last course of action will help us toughen the shell
We must recharge to build—keep refilling the well
By the Spirit of God we are quenched in barren terrain
Releasing sheets of merciful, cool rain
Many will suffer before the peace begins
But continue we must until the very end
I wish all could know just what is in store
God will reveal it eventually—just knock on His door
Encouraged by the Spirit we become the light
Defying worldly governments—refusing to fight
Shortcomings are inevitable and mistakes will be made
It is not difficult to fall—to be easily swayed
“People can be free, but still enslaved"
But in the end, all will have the chance to be saved
Look to the Bible and try what you read
Perhaps you’ll discover where the narrow path will lead
*inspired by David Hulme*
The Day I Gave My Heart to Jesus!
I was thinking about something
the other day.
I was almost at a loss for the
right words to say.
I was thinking about a time
"way back when."
That day I became born again.
There was a passion for Jesus,
that I once had.
Excitement in my life,
and a heart so glad.
A love for Christ
overwhelmed my soul.
I loved Jesus! He had
made me whole.
I've forgotten many things,
I once knew.
Reading God's word…
I no longer do.
What’s happened to me?
I'm so ashamed!
I'm an embarrassment to
Jesus' holy name.
So, dear Jesus, my knees
I humbly bow.
Please change my life...
I need you now!
By your word, transform
me deep within.
I confess to you my backsliding sin.
I recommit my life NOW! Yes I do!
And by your love, I'm made
BRAND NEW!
By Jim Pemberton 04/09/15
We Went To A Movie Today
By Rick Rucker
We went to a movie today,
About two oldsters that had let it slip away,
They still cared about each other,
But were living like sister, and brother,
They had forgotten how to be In Love,
Minds fogged by the daily push and shove,
A wedge driven between their lives,
Turning off their normal drives,
So far afield they had come,
Intimacy, they had run away from,
Reconnecting, such a loathsome task,
That neither had the guts to ask,
So each one paddled his own boat,
Trying to keep it afloat,
Not seeing that, with two on the oars,
It would have lessened, by far, the chores,
As directors are wont to do,
He let them, finally, break through,
And recommit to Love,
Promising to the One Above,
Their fealty, for all Time,
But, isn’t that a crime?
Do we have to lose it all,
Must we stumble, and nearly fall,
Before we can truly see,
That, In Love, is the way to be?
So, before you reach that point,
Your Lover’s body, you should anoint,
With expensive oils, and loving scents,
To be sure, between you, there is no fence.
Tell her what she means to you,
That without her, you would be through,
If you do this right,
You both will have a special night,
When you finally fall asleep,
Each will have the other’s Heart to Keep!
Hello everyone, for all that do not know me, I am Richard Keen. I started posting on Poetry Soup 2 years ago as an outlet. I have made many friends on here and been more than blessed to see some very good work. I have taken a break that spanned over a year. Trial and error, and trials and tribulations have been the utmost topic of my life. With my 21st birthday approaching, I am now ready to recommit myself to Poetry Soup. I will start by becoming a premium member. If anyone wants to read some very deep, honest, and thought-provoking poems...Look no further than my work. Feel free to comment or critique me. It is so good to be back. I have diminished my writer's block and I can now write with so a furious flow of words. It's good to be back!!!!!
Never forget the pain..that pushed you to the limits
Without remembrance there is re occurrence
So don't look at your past as a liability...but only as a capability
To succeed upon your failures
Recognizing the things that were once traumatizing
In a life of discrimination.....The truth is
Your past is its own demonstration
It's astonishing that a bad past can be considered an accomplishment
but never a compliment...because that would be contradictory
To the fact that it was bad
Which is being upheld as catastrophic..
Considering your past is now psycho logic
Which means it only exists in your subconscious
Therefore your past is not constant..but a reminder of the uncontent
Allowing you to see the mistakes you must not recommit
Because your future is PERMANENT
One day in a cell I threw a fit
Went to the wall and started to hit
Wasn't long until my knuckles split
I figured that maybe I should quit
That was as stupid as stupid can get
I was just so mad that I could spit
I reckoned maybe I should sit
And think it over for a little bit
Looking back now I must admit
My anger that day was not legit
The crimes I myself did commit
Allowed them to lock me in that pit
With nothing left to omit
I got on my knees to transmit
I ask the Lord to please permit
Me to finally recommit
To my Lord I did submit
The man I am is the result of it
the spiritual dots connect, but an atheist would
Commit me for the conclusions I draw...
And why not?!
I'm losing my mind.
All of the incongruence makes sense...
All of the sense makes sense...
All of the coincidences flip my switch up, turning on
A chaos of mental illness and a cooperation
Of spiritual understandings inside the same second...
And counting...
To handle the plug in the socket,
There has to be a control of flow...
But there's an influx of energy out of wack
And it's testing the breaker
And I'm afraid it's gonna break me
All I can do is recommit and beg God for mercy.
...resist the desire to give synchronicity
Too much meaning,
But to ensure that I recognize the truth in spirit,
And place my hope in the honesty and sincerity of love
To redeem me from the train wreck tug of war
I have always had with the straight jacket
And the bottomless pit at my core.
The acoustic resonance of written poesy,
Is like a fabric of silk, warm and cozy,
The letters, the words are a silk thread,
Interwoven into verses and couplets they spread,
Into a blanket of stanzas and sonnets,
Similes and metaphors of a purpose to recommit,
Over and over and again for gains,
Until words flows freely in our blood veins!
Fondling on articulate, chromatic hums,
Rhyming into a musical reprise it becomes,
The letters, the words, like aurora dancing along,
By syllables, softness and density doth they belong,
Each word so radiant that seems to sing,
Upon sweet skin senses that want to cling,
Gradient of a sonnet free of speck and whole,
Composing mystic melody as our souls extol!
a decision;
To recommit, to be giving;
My entire devotion;
I'm approaching;
I'm a ride walk on the ocean;
I'm going to rededicate myself to my God;
And from all my disclosures;
I am truly blessed Beyond measures;
I am going to ride on the oceans;
Walk with the portion of God;
And I am being blessed;
Beyond blessed;
And I am fully energy by my Father's heart;
And His love as I keep on breathing;
My eyes awaken;
And daily I am assured;
In assurance that I am fully wonderfully,
and gracefully loved;
From the Father in Heaven above;
Hallelujah Glory until My Lord;
4/10/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
I'm a criminal.
And I got 6-to-life for a crime that
I will recommit.
But we are all repeat offenders
Consciously committing consistent crime.
It's a universal sitcom.
Humanity sitting at the world's largest dinner table
passing the right or wrong thing, to the wrong or right person
at the right (or wrong) time.
Mugging Peter because Paul needs to get paid.
Here, have some warm weather! (Sorry about the polar bears.)
Will you please pass the peas? (With just a sprinkle of GMO's.)
Laugh at the irony.
Laugh to keep from crying (or dying) while readjusting, realigning
continually trying for a 5th dimension where the Avengers really do save the day.
It's Thanksgiving dinner.
But when the sweet potatoes finally get around to you
someone has eaten all the marshmallows.
& you take the last piece of white meat - turkey
before you pass the platter.
Criminals.
Repeatedly violating each other's rights
to happiness to life, to love, to choose,
to the right side of the bed (will you move over),
as we right wrongs, wright relationships, and write the stories of our lives.
So I’m a lifer.
& as the bars clang shut behind me - there's no getaway.
Because I did it. I do it.
It's been done to me.
Repeat offender.
taking a walk alone
at home i leave my phone
my purpose will not be defeated
my opinion in many minds have been deleted
so many things here for years i have missed
taking a walk alone and unplugged is what i insist
this is just my new journey in life
it is as rare as the thought of me with a wife
the views are so amazing to the visual touch
my choice to focus on electronic views caused me to miss quite much
the beauty of life nowadays is unknowingly ignored
my whole self has become so stagnant and lead me to become bored
the sound of the air and the feel of a breeze
is so unfimiliar to me that it knocks me to my knees
i will continue to take walks like these or just simply sit
all devices will be left to 'sleep' as i retake everything all in and recommit
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough.
Each moment is all we need."
Quote_ Mother Teresa
Be happy in the moment, that's enough;
each one- a gem that nestles in your life.
Some sparkle as they are, no need to buff;
but some will never glow with stress and strife.
Enjoy each one that happens then and there,
as it unfolds- forget just saving it
on video or photos- later share
when in the moment thrills won't recommit.
Each moment is a world unto its own-
a special speck of time that will adhere
and shine in memory like a bright stone;
but never like it did on its premiere.
Be happy in each moment -grasp that shine
that overpowers those that are not fine.
May 21, 2023
Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The room would be empty
If not cluttered with debris
Dust covers plenty
And to the lock, there’s no key
Only people of the past can remember
The abandoned room filled with briar
Forgotten it gets cold in December
No ember there to light the fire
A time long ago, a girl here did live
Situation dire, a crime she’d commit,
One the elders dared not to forgive
A crime done correctly, one can’t recommit
In a tree she did hang
Till she rotted herself gray
For though the birds sang
None would bury the sinner away
Alarmed by her demon
They went where it roame’
And like she committed treason
Set fire to her home
The harshest of winds blew it out
And though none could be burned
No suicide demon wanders about.
With no grave, the girl has learned
Why she had left earth and departed
Was reasonable not far fetched;
As a life among demons is not for lighthearted
Especially if those demons, human lives had led
So till this day her house stands empty
Except for a room with dried firewood
Raided by children who dared themselves plenty
While the villagers say, they did what they should