Best Reliance Poems
Without a shadow's kiss
How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace
How does an oak repose?
In Twilight's waltz, secrets unroll
the mystery it bestows.
Yet in its gently budding leaves
tales of resilience compose.
How should I yearn to climb
I lack the precipice's call?
Cragged visions of distant peaks and
fallow mind
a darkened silent beckon enthrall.
Oh, to forge within,
Oh, why, doubt cloaks my inner child.
In solitude's chains
I hear the introspective thrall.
Yet, tremors are in my soul
and yet a lonely seed begins to climb
A combination of growth
harmonizing with each chime.
Nourished by tears that sow
the fertile sands of time.
My garden of emotions still hints
at a poet’s
paradisiacal paradigm.
Suddenly, a sunlit coast where dreams
unfurl in storms
A canvas painted by aspirations
that gently adorn.
With hopeful brushstrokes
life-captivating stories that plume.
A gallery of memories
a child’s kaleidoscope.
Once upon a solitary,
darkened
locked room.
Perhaps a gardener’s gentle hand
can stir the fallow ground
Fertilizing roots to depths
where true potential
once lost - begged to be found.
A dawn’s soft breath a gentle lure
perhaps to coax my dormant leaves unbound
Awakening possibilities in the quiet
yet, now fertile ground.
In stillness my thoughts emerge
unseen, a quiet vow,
An introspective voyage
on the sea of here and now.
My diamonds form from tears
not battles' echoing crown
I am a jewel of resilience
forged in the soul's darkest hour.
I am a hatchling
Who hardly knows a thing,
I don't have much of a past,
The world is wide and vast,
I don't know what to do
In my life that's bran-new,
I need someone to lead me
To where I should go and be.
I am a hatchling,
Warmth is essential in the night;
Soon I'll be a fledgling
Once I've grown feathers for flight,
I don't know what to do
In my life that's bran-new
I need someone to teach me
How to sing and fly free.
I used to live inside a shell
Now I'm fresh out of the egg;
I'm a chick coming of age,
I won't be trapped in a cage.
I now know what to do
I'm soaring in skies of blue,
I have someone with me
Two of us perched in a tree.
dodoitsu series (rhymed)
Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.
You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s a guarantee.
Your attic room, where risks run
rowdy as the eastern winds,
barren refuge while you shun
warmer help from friends.
Churches serve a daily meal
without impugning censure,
Would a shelter prove to shield
Christian adventure?
God casts no smears. You must know
you are short more than your needs.
God produces once you show
you will plant His seeds.
Twixt four fingers and your thumb
winnow pangs of laziness.
Earn warm lodging ere autumn’s
freeze spawns haziness.
for Elly Wouterse's contest 3 Proverbs and a Quote
For my series of didactic "germane" dodoitsu, I chose three German proverbs, being influenced much in my life by my German grandmother.
-A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
--Charity sees the need not the cause.
---God gives, but man must open his hand.
My quote from an international celebrity is from German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke -
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone,” is from his poem, “Autumn Day”, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
https://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/category/poet/rainer-maria-rilke/
For word play:
“the four fingers and your thumb”, and “winnow pangs” of verse 5(6) play off of
“Jack Frost’s forefingers and thumb” and "window panes" of verse 1.
Word with two meanings:
Verse 1 – smear – v. to wipe or daub
Verse 4 (5) – smear – n. a slur or insult
double meaning proverb
A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
poor person can mean poverty-stricken or a
poor person can be incompetent, inept
I used the normal 7, 7, 7, 5 syllable pattern of a dodoitsu but rhymed it ABAB. I really needed 24 lines to complete my thoughts, but I dutifully cut it back to 20 lines, adding it back in italics after contest was judged. Expanding on Rilke’s “Autumn Day” title, I took a different turn from his prayerful, more positive piece.
Before I fall head over heels,
I ask the Lord, please show me what's real,
He knows the sensitivity of my soul,
He also knows when I love I don't let go,
If a freak thing happens, and I must leave,
He's answering my prayers, because he's protecting me,
He will take me away beyond my control,
And later what's revealed will open my eyes to know,
He covers my heart when danger is near,
And he's allowed me to speak pass the fear,
When the wind beats against me, he will block it with his hand,
Your not touching her! She's mine! You understand!,
My strength lies in him, and in case you didn't know,
He's erased my sins, and made me white as snow,
So you can compare social status all you want,
Because first and foremost, he's the man of my heart,
If intentions are bad, he'll let me see,
I will not rely on the world to see,
You can call me too sensitive, gullable, or naive,
Because my God will surprise you, it won't be me.
I need a space for silence
where I can commune with Him
God, my reason for everything
who calls me even in times of difficulties.
His ways may not be our ways
but his essence speaks the enormity
of humanness and divinity
across this world of frailty.
I guess I have to move on
amid some trials and afflictions;
it’s really a matter of faith conviction
that I have to hang on to His will.
With all the problems I meet each day,
I still stand up and face them with optimism
it’s really a great deal of faith that I’ve to keep going
in this world of struggles awash with denunciation.
I see how it works, along with temptations,
pride and obdurity to insist on my own
but with an attitude of humility and nothingness
makes me rely just on Him for the rest of my life.
Let’s be self-reliant much
So none can con one such
Let’s keep sharpening saw
Never mind if it’s an extra
Let’s sell brain and brawn bro
Only to the highest bidder lo..!
Dependence makes one low
Much loss never before so
Folks take one for granted
As if one is never wanted
The life becomes aimless
Slavery thus overwhelms
Harassment and humiliation
Embarrassment, frustration
Before life lacks purpose I say
Be self-reliant come what may..!!
SELF RELIANCE
Let the tall man be not too proud
Of himself but let him consider the short man also who is in the same street like a nylon
Going up To get something from the sky
Let the short man be not glad because
We all need each Other to Survive
But sometimes,
Learn To do things on your own
Don't rely on others for help
Learnto. Wash your clothes
Not expecting your mother or househelp
To do it for you day and night
For they may travel someday
Learn to store your mind
with treasure of the phoenix
Learn to equip. Your heart with love and knowledge and there you are on a ladder
To great height.
Burden
Would anyone notice if i were gone,
How long before anyone would come,
What if i just slowly became withdrawn,
This game of chess i am simply a pawn,
Is it easier for them to just ignore me,
Not acknowledge the issues they can see,
Sweep it under the carpet like its dust
Creating a complete persona of mistrust,
No matter how much i hola and scream,
Stop talking nonsense, going to the extreme,
Just pull yourself together they spit in disgust,
Then I am scolded and relentlessly schussed,
If only it were simple a switch to turn off,
To change how i feel, the thoughts to stop,
But the tough love hurts, it makes me kick off,
You say I’m ignorant just an adolescent strop,
But if they would take the time to listen,
The depth of the hurt isn’t easily hidden,
But its easier to just ignore my position,
Than acknowledge I’m an abomination,
How long will i be able to live this way,
Hiding my feelings, slowly fading away,
Trying my damnedest to not ruin there day,
I wish i wasn’t this way, pushing them away.
I don’t want to be the burden i have to be,
I wish they could see what asking does to me,
Grown and helpless without the help i need,
The embarrassment i feel but i have to concede,
Burdening their lives and stealing there time,
The curse of my paradox within my paradigm.
Of course they're courteous when i chastise
When the anger fades i of course alchemise
Aware of the burden i hinder their lives with,
My apologies soon come verbally forthwith,
Of course my actions cause them to be gainsay
All i hope and pray is that i can be saved one day.
Turning tired eyes
upward, only the
white ceiling stares back;
filled with a numbness
that started somewhere
between the heart
and the latest
unsteady breath,
I turn to you
to ensure
that I do
not forget
what it
is to
laugh
he said: i'm a woman of steel...
he doesn't know this a fraud seal...
my heart and soul on a "hill"..
wishing nothing but complete heal...
i have long live to love..
knowing, these all wants to have..
i have taken so many risks..
fallen unwavering to various tricks..
i am not a materialistic..
nor am i a someone plAtonic..
i got heart small not gigantic..
yet, it beats huge with ethics..
i fought hard within hot waters..
seeking fortresses, guarding to buffer..
i conquering with God who gives power..
no less, success it yonder...
patience..
patience..
patience..
i don't want to be on defiance
though, i am of silence
appearing tough and of calmness..
tell you what, inside is a shaky reliance.
The old man has a breeding pair of emus now,
to go with the pig, the chickens and the ducks,
three sheep, a goat (all edible), a dairy cow,
a livestock trailer and two rusty pickup trucks.
Quite the country gentleman, since he’s left
the city’s worries far behind. Two big hounds
on chains protect his property from theft.
He’s got a six-foot fence around the grounds.
He talks of self-reliance, and he’s got a gun,
a hatchet, and a boning knife. The emus will
hatch baby emus, and be eaten; and the sheep,
the pig, each to its fated purpose under Sun.
It’s simply home economy, not sport, to kill.
He’ll clear the table and go upstairs to sleep.
Lord why is it that,
When I am behind foreign lines
I cling to you as if Im running out of time
Meditating on your words
as is if it was the only antidote to my curse
And even though the unknown land is uneasy
and my earthly sense of security may no longer exist
It is your voice which becomes the softest kiss
and your releaving words become an addiction I can not resist
So when waves of anxious worries try to persist
I must use my 5 senses, to feel your presence,
Because,
The fear of losing sight of you and not being focused
Is so horrific
I do not grit my teeth and clinch my fist
Instead I get on my knees and to you I submit
I see kids dying to be seen
Saying daddy "watch me!", Constantly
There are,
People making a declaration
with their clothes or beliefs
Screaming out of desperation
"I am here, look at me!"
We all crave this attention
It why we make big scenes
But there is this realization
That we were made to seek
A constant confirmation
We're alive and been seen
The only complication
That allows us to sink
Is the clear distraction
when we start to think
That our peers accept-ion
Is all that we we need
Cant you see,
This goes back to Adam and Eve
We were built with a longing
To Have a strong Identity
And be in the center of the ring
Having the splendor of the king
Christ offers us those things
And he is more than willing
But we keep declining, though
He waits for us, in his quiet place
He shows his many faces in so many different places
He paces out outside of our door way
As we race through our days
thats why we forget to communicate
But When We simply pray
And contimplate his words
We take the negative
and turn it into a positive verse
A plain reminder we need to put him first
Delay by Him has taken its toll,
Waves of doubt rollover the soul,
Despair extinguished the Spirit,
Wax-filled ears would not hear it.
"Listen, you have left My way!
Wait for My providence and pray.
Change of direction is needed."
But His correction went unheeded.
The restless spirit wrests control,
God's will is no longer the goal,
The anxious heart is not ideal,
So, failing eyes, meet banana peel.
Seeking refuge in my enemy's camp,
I was turned into a foolish scamp,
Philistine mouths were agape.
So, I feigned madness to escape.
That was dumb, I'm ashamed to say,
Letting fear and doubt cloud my way.
The Lord's shelter never fails,
His faithful acts tell the tales.
Keep seeking the Lord in a trial,
Relying on Him is worthwhile.
Instead of becoming milquetoast-
In Him, a reason to boast.
"Come children and listen to Me.
Fear of the Lord will set you free!
Wait for Me to settle the score,
David teaches in Psalm thirty-four."
Reliance On Trump Silence
Best thing about Trump is his silence;
Depend upon and have much reliance;
And he will
Our wishes fulfil;
Always do hope daily for his compliance.
Jim Horn
Freedom comes from within
You can beat me, whip me, slash me, splash me
but I am still free
to think what I want about you
to plot your demise
to write your transgressions down in my soul's center
Freedom comes from within
I can be in the most boring of boring of boring math classes,
not paying a bit of attention, but looking raptly attentive,
to fool the teacher, as I create my next poem, or my next painting
Freedom comes from within.
You can smack me and smash me,
You can stick a gun in my face.
I am free to worry about what comes next,
or think about my children and how much they will miss me.
Freedom comes from within.
Survivors know this
better than most
and
always