Best Reveres Poems
I ponder marks cut into cliffs
or drawn in caves within the earth
and wonder if I have the gift
to leave a mark of equal worth.
As jet planes streak across the sky,
I think of modern man's advance;
will my profile engraved in stone
say only, "She excelled in dance?"
With silver trophies on my wall
and music thumping in my brain,
I long to weave a warm refrain
one worthy of someone’s recall.
Will sweet notes fall on future ears,
spit from my heart onto the page
and brand me as the wise old sage
whose written words a world reveres?
I read yarns penned by bards of old
and learn of fame poets begat.
Within my breast a yearning burns,
a wish that I could write like that.
If a love shall be lost to you
Matter not how fine, fair is true.
You search in vain as for the why.
To mend a broken heart you must
If in your eye a tear is thrust,
Be not a man afraid to cry.
And when the Lord enters your heart
As you feel your demons depart.
You feel your spirits soar so high
Do as the Holy Ghost commands,
Then let tears of joy fill your hands,
Be not a man afraid to cry.
Pray when you're first born will arrive,
With joyful thanks to Him on high.
Be for all men this test to try,
And pray this child the Lord reveres.
If with your joy, there comes a tear.
Be not a man afraid to cry.
And as the hand your cradle rocked
So sleeps the sleep forever locked.
Then at her grave you bid her by
Given such loss your mortal fear
Find down your cheek there rolls a tear.
Be not a man afraid to cry.
And when, my son before my grave,
Please stand you strong and be too brave,
My memory never deny.
So brave too be your fears to clash
Wet with your tears my cold gray ash.
Be not a man afraid to cry.
GODS TIMING
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
The day the hour and timing unknown
Mistaking we see His patience as absence
When in truth it is perfect and constant
The moment faultless— as manifestations are shown
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
Overlooking the fact-- for Him one day as a thousand years
Our hearts in the right place but frequently fickle- foolish
We need to take courage-- be strong—resolve resolution
His judiciousness awaiting appointed time as He reveres
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
Essentially required to be on guard to watch and wait
To gain hearts of wisdom until the time comes
As mortal beings grass grown, then withered dry
Not for us to become acquainted with a finite date
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
God s supremacy, His power and sovereignty rule
Existence essentially from Eternity to Eternity
We need to know—recognize our time is in His hands
Use our time wisely, investing in love--a precious jewel
IN HIS TIMING HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
WHAT IS A WOMAN
A woman is someone who reveres God and His laws above all else.
She knows wisdom, honor and dependability are more valuable than money or possessions.
She knows that respect is earned and fear is not respect.
She knows that true beauty comes from a gentle spiriit and a kind heart and she is known
for her goodness, patience and compassion.
She is aware of her responsibilities and performs her duties happily with pride in a job well
done.
She strives to teach these qualities to her children.
She loves her husband and her children and is faithful to both striving to be a source of pride
to them.
What is a woman?
She is the backbone of the family.
She is the heart of the house teaching patience, love and virtue.
She is the glue that holds the family together.
Judy Ball
We grew up listening to the famous race
between the fast moving hare and slow moving turtle
in which the turtle defeated the overconfident hare
why don’t we turn turtle and learn its nature for
the turtles outlive generations of others species on this planet
they can protect themselves with sturdy shell shields
the turtles migrate frequently and travel long distances
they wisely understand ocean currents better than any else
the turtles have wrinkled bodies but also see many more seasons
they are laid back and love stability and live long
mythology reveres turtles who supported earth’s creation on their strong backs
and they draw strength from their meditation on the creator
they are friendly, easygoing and a patient lot
they may be cold-blooded but know how to adapt to all conditions
why don’t then we let them raise their necks high and learn from their wisdom?
Within its purest form impotent are the Earthly eyes
Amidst attempts to behold the wonder of its core
Reverse osmosis, listen, hear the light converse
It reveals all its truths to one's heart, first
In faithfulness then, twined paradox unlocks
Healing the blind unto knowledge of the universe
Ponder upon what is first, morning glory or twilight hour
What extracts the human experience or causes it to withdraw
Smiles can pass through ultraviolet, passions can burn hotter than infrared
In their harmony, the body and spirit should be in continued rejoicing
The conscience being bathed in warmth should be in song and constant singing
But, soon the wolf, a storm of nightress unsuspecting rapidly appears
Lest we forget transforms into a well paid assassin
A lingering shadow, cleaving in envy to the absence of his own tabernacle
In hopes sheep shall stray from gospel sunrises, away from heaven's twinkling jewels
Or become estranged from simple truths shone from paler moons
Darkness in delight conspires with the unknown and contracts with greater fear
Slippery slopes, quicksands of weakness, which evil reveres
But, here in the distracts of terrestrial life we need to be bipolar
For without opposition we'd never be sure how much we love the other
Thus, we must embrace one of the created brothers
For it is in wisdom of that choice, we shall grow wilder or wiser
Shrubbery leaves and foliage, all these very gloriously and graciously green,
In my verdant jade roof top garden, reflect greenness on my laptop screen.
Verbose prolixed, scattered, strewn fill up spaces all around in my jade garden,
Soak and fill me with haunting memories of Rita, Irene, Jeanne, Jolene and Celine.
Of sweetness and tenderness envious nostalgic musings ever so green,
To my mind’s eye these imagery still emerge at will very pristine and clean.
Between fourteen and eighteen up here they broke my warm, gentle and fond heart,
Then at nineteen it was here in this greenery with Norma Jean, we abruptly fell apart.
Green the world seemed to me when I sat here all these years alone and lonely,
Scripting and crafting dense verses of earthly passions that are profound, eloquent and comely.
Glorious greens, gorgeous greens, jade greens,
All mankind reveres the vitality you create that is meant for kings and queens.
But for me the color green,
Often remind me of my recent sojourns with Maureen and Pauline.
So to now to reflect and meditate splashes of green I imagine feel and use,
my heart chakra to open and feel love , empathy and compassion and forlorn thoughts to diffuse.
Green… green…green….. I have now sensed and seen….
Will come before me for times umpteen and as a routine.
The Colors Have It Poetry Contest
29/2/2012
A newborn babe in mother’s arms
Weeps so many, many tears,
No comfort comes to it until
A lullaby, softly sung in its ears
Soothes away the pain, and lips
To kiss away the tears.
Now grown into a little girl
Of but only a few young years,
On her first day at school
She needs mum to calm her fears
And a warm shadow of protection
And her to kiss away the tears.
That day will soon come to be a Bride -
A day of champagne and cheers;
The thought of leaving the nest
Looms closer, and as it nears
She leans upon Dad’s shoulder
For him to kiss away the tears.
When married, it won’t be long
(As the clouds of euphoria clears)
Before she too will be a mother
To a child each parent reveres;
It’s her turn now to be the one
To kiss away the tears.
WHAT IS A MAN
A man is someone who reveres God and His laws above all else.
He knows respect comes from these qualities and not from fear and he is known for his kindness and compassion.
A man is someone who is aware of his responsibilities and shoulders them willingly with pride in a job well done.
He strives to teach these values to his children.
A man loves his wife.
He honors and respects her and teaches his children to do the same.
He is the provider and protector of his household and he knows he is the head of the house because he has earned it, not just because he is "The Man" of the house.
What is a man?
He is husband, father, provider, protector, both leader and follower,(and he knows when to be each), servant and teacher.
And he's proud of it.
Judy Ball
(This lyric poem can be sung to the melody of "God Bless America:")
God bless Americans, all of us here
May He keep us, and steep us
In the Love of the Land He reveres
May we prosper, may we flourish
May we all freely strive
God bless Americans
and help us to thrive
God bless Americans
Who come from far and near
Cross the oceans, and continents
We all find a way over here
From Venezuela,
South Korea
Indonesia
or Iraq
God bless Americans
~ with freedom to strive
God bless Americans
~ and help us to thrive
June 27, 2018
Centennial Anniversary Year of the Composition
of "God Bless America," by Irving Berlin
Humanity in general is forever scared of him
And try as far as possible to runaway from him
Belief or disbelief will never ever dither him
In carrying out duties strictly assigned to him.
He is called by many names in different faiths
However he operates regardless of people’s faith
At the appointed hour he throws the noose right
Snatch the life system without any pity or plight.
He is said to be upright in performing his duty
There is absolutely no error or any discrepancy
He in his wisdom assigns proper place to all
That depends on the individual’s merit, overall.
Innumerable folklores are woven around him
Some depicting him as noble and venerable
Yet others describe him as ruthless and evil
But he performs his obligations without fail.
Whether one reveres him or loathes and spurns
Appointment with him is unavoidable by turns
When he arrives to take action against the chosen
There is neither bail nor surety for release known.
I
Love reveres God and Gravity;
mere theory ignore both ... Dark ... Energy?
II
The born-again force in Grace
is evident in gravity, God's hidden face
III
Einstein and gravity give us stories
revealing God's time, dance, frequencies
IV
Cosmos began in such hot equilibrium
mass & time mattered not: His Pentium
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NOTE: one needs mass to build a clock to keep time! Also, Roger Penrose said, humans live off the hot sun, and cold sky/ space.
Defying gravity, I stand paralyzed on this wall day in and day out. Although my
friends and I spend time together in the forest, I feel ensnared like a mouse in a
trap. What makes me any different than a mouse caught in a trap anyway? Every
day people come to stare at me as if I am some attraction, some tool to please the
eyes of a murderous race. Oh what I would give to be that mouse…no one wants to
see the mouse: they just want to get rid of it. The fire of a thousand stares burn my
skin day after day. I now understand the difference between the mouse and the
unicorn: a quick, untimely death as opposed to my slow…my painful…my burning
existence. Species like me exist for the mere pleasure of others. I am the
entertainer. I am the jester. My so-called glory is the glory of a King led to His cruel
death. Is this how He felt? You who I was created to signify…is this what You felt? Is
this what You call glory? Man reveres me! They call me the most pure and the most
elegant of all the creatures! What have I done…what have we done to deserve
this? Why do I even ask? There is no use…my paralytic existence keeps my
questions from the world. If man could hear me for just one moment, I would tell
them this:
Walk across the room,
Spot the tapestry,
By the time you get there,
Man has slaughtered me.
Confused? Do some research on the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art's exhibit
of the tapestry room ;)
Recoil child
from the light
that burns all rivers dry
though some might seek
to persuade you
to endure its heat
I say
retreat beneath the rock
where thin roots cling
to the living dust
and creatures lie still
amidst bones
licked clean and sharp
for there
where life reveres
the silence
and the shadow that conceals
you will learn
to crawl and feed upon filth
as your flesh grows coarse and pale
and your eye more subtle
and your hand more savage
while those without wither
sustained by the frail conviction
their souls are nourished
through anguish
are purified
through their fierce contempt
for we who breathe the fetid vapors
which linger warm and close
to the fertile soil
forever singing their disgust
with voices shrill
for all who savor
the sweet stench of loss and birth
convinced in their condition
of violent fever
the seed is defiled
in drawing strength from the corpse
and the spirit contaminated
by blood or color
but I who have discovered
cool and secret caverns
within which to rest and feast
know that truth flows capricious
over stone in dark places
and grace rises
green from the earth’s wetness
and I declare
paradise is sacrificed through deprivation
and gained of a moment
through love
impure
Deeply, darkly, far and below
mysteriously does grow
from seed to sprout to branching limbs
trees climb upwardly through day and night
exposed to elements both hot and cold
years and ages and who knows how old
until purpose for man they offer their soul
Carefully taken from their place
the artist reveres their sacred state
hands rearrange carefully their shape
thoughts of love and beautiful intent
enter into their molecular grain
As above, so below
what is given to one
is give to all
Inhaling we take a mouthful of peace
exhaling warmly reflected moonlight upon our skin
glowing and knowing we have been blessed
nourished and flourishing here in this place
for the spoon of the moon is special indeed
tailored from wood that once was a tree
meandering branches have found us
from you to me sitting comfortably
encompassing encircling enchanting and free
as a scoop in a spoon of darkness exists
love from the moon to each one of us a gift