Best Saved Poems
nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch
tonal mask veils flaws and vices
face alter ego and kneel
to feed the shallow shadow that circles
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted lines,
undress a puddle of poisoned stars
pull force imperceptible, attraction
lost in blissful contemplation
comatose until that last equation
gravitational persuasion creating longing
but will the lake that flows with fears
thaw words tangled in golden chains?
for I’ve drowned in liquified lies,
drawing perfection from imperfect reflections
delve to the depths of my spun world
peripheral interference dissipates in darkness
only requirement is carved version of self
that steadies my hand and drags me in
sinking beneath Narcissus's polluted undertow
tainted oxygen leaves my expanding lungs
hitting jagged rocks, spoiled skin shreds,
exposing a forgotten empath ~ salvation rises
You read in the papers you watch on the news
Coalition soldiers amidst as the killing accrues
In these theatres of war we lose many lives
In these wars of man only death thrives
But every so often there's a turn for the good
A life is saved they couldn't do what they could
The lives of a family murdered by cowards
Shot in cold blood bullets they showered
But from this tragedy a life was saved
It's of a little girl and a soldier who braved
A Chief Master Sergeant in the USAF
Allows mans humanity to kindly show face
This little girl who was saved was shot in the head
He stayed by her side for she should have been dead
To see pictures like this in the theatres of war
Maybe it's understandable to see what we fight for
An alleged soldier in wanton family wipe
What takes a soldier to become their type
My heart goes out to this little girl
And all the other children caught up in this war ridden world
Written on the spur of the moment after receiving a picture from Sara Kendrick
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php
Saved me with your love
When this crazy world, just don't make sense,
And the daggers wound without pretense,
You came running in my defense,
and saved me with your love
As the cool breeze rushes through the trees,
and whispers rustle through the leaves,
Your hushed serenity enraptures me,
and I can't get enough
It's been so long since you have felt the touch,
of an empathetic helping hand
Your raging misery, has cost too much, but
unitedly we'll make our stand
The weeping willow sheds a tear for you,
and green grass glistens with the morning dew
These precious moments are too far and few,
let's savor everyone!
Together sheltered here in love's cocoon,
we will find our treasured peace
Dropping our anchors in new love's lagoon,
that's when our cares will be released
Happiness is found when we pay the price,
and we're both willing to sacrifice,
We will spend our lives in paradise,
sharing...our precious love.
John Derek Hamilton
July 22,2019
2
My head’n’eck will be saved,
it is where everything else exists,
not just my hair, though that's also okay.
3, 4
My arms, right (3) and left (4),
I'll need them for heavy lifting,
and probably some other stuff too.
5, 6
My legs, neither has a keener number,
they love to run
and I love them to run me around.
7
My torso, you have to keep the torso,
I'd look a damn fool
with arms, legs, head’n’eck weirdly joined
without a torso to keep them from arguing.
1
Before I'd even started on things 2 - 7,
I would expect to have saved
a heathen's prayer
to Him/Her/Them,
That which I do not know,
a prayer that I may succeed
in saving things 2 - 7,
so that I might see you again.
14th February 2019
For Seven Things Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Jesus walked up that hill to Calvary
Freeing a sin filled world from slavery
To evil that was caused by God’s enemy
A fallen angel who was filled with jealousy
Because he knew God was the mighty one
Who shaped all of creation before He was done
Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me
Jesus rose from the dead on the third day
And He’s living today despite what they say
He is with the Father, our creator, the fearsome One
Who sent His Son into the world not to be outdone
But to deliver us all from the plans of His enemy
To the nail scarred hands of Him who is our destiny
Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me
Jesus sent down the Holy Spirit to live inside
The true believer who allows Him to be their guide
He works through the faithful to reach others
Who need to take His gift and be our brothers
He lifts the broken, heals the hurting and reminds
That He has the answers to prayer that unbinds
Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me
When I remember her, I think of hope she aroused, prayers she inspired, dreams she encouraged. When I think of her, and remember… it is my own heart who beats more tenderly ~ quote by poet
Just a fading star,
she lingers in his thoughts,
singing from afar,
of winter’s cold, dark nights.
Just a wilting flower,
she mirrors grace and hope,
as she nears her final hour,
in the still of a mourning sun.
Just an ebbing tide,
she floats on silent seas,
taking it all in stride,
at the waves gentle touch.
Just a dying dream,
she remembers everything,
love was so extreme,
kissing away the past’s pain.
Just a waning soul,
she refuses to let life go,
knowing she can’t control,
it’s a little like a song.
Just a vanishing smile,
she won’t forget the kindness’,
life can sometimes beguile,
but she knows moments won’t last.
Just a declining life,
she is grateful for what has been,
even through the worst strife,
she’s known the meaning of hope.
Just a fire burned out,
she is more than an ember,
she’s a soul without a doubt,
that she’ll soon meet her Savior!
Rain is brewing;
black clouds hang over the Cockpit Country.
Them rainclouds have a habit of shifting colors like a lizard.
The smell of the pending shower is strong on September’s breath;
the sun take a well-deserved break.
Mango season is long gone,
and bellies are tied up in knots.
Naseberries; they accompanied the mangoes.
Them guys from abroad,
who bought the government land across from the football field,
slaughtered them faithful guava trees.
They build condos,
but poor people can’t eat condos.
How inconsiderate them big-shot government boys are.
We (me, Footloose, and Squealie) device a plan,
when our bellies start telling us something must be done,
but we have to wait ‘til darkness falls,
‘cause bushes have eyes in sunlight.
While everyone sleeps in the bosom of the night,
we put on our birthday suits,
and scale the barbed wire fence at the back of the house.
We are now one with the blinding shadows.
We race carelessly across the open pasture;
burrs biting at our tender flesh,
and mosquitoes humming maddening music in our ears.
We tip toe on the dry leaves,
using our hands as shields
to fend off the razor-sharp edges of the cane leaves.
We drop down on all four, bellies on the ground;
we navigate the rows like them American marines – naked and all.
We ate our full,
and Squealie wet the bed that night.
Them sugarcane have a way of making us hyper.
Footloose fell from a Poinciana tree and fractured his hand,
but we stayed energized that fall.
The giant sea turtle saved the day by being the ride for many.
He rescued a pelican, a cat, a penguin and a dog named Penny.
Their ship went down, and they were at the mercy of the waves.
If not for turtle, they would all be in watery graves.
You call me Bandit ‘cause I rummage through trash cans
Searching for leftovers with my five-fingered hands
Mama Coon, believe me, I wasn’t expectin’
To sort through the rubble and find this sweet kitten
She was tired, hungry; I shared my bounty with her
She licked my face and fell into a deep slumber
Can I keep her, Mama Coon? She doesn’t eat much
And she purrs in response to any loving touch
Yes, I know that she is not really one of us
It seems she was abandoned; please don’t make a fuss
Remember the pig “Babe” who was raised by a dog
She was loved and never realized she was a hog
She can sleep in my bed, cuddle with me at night
To send her back out alone just doesn’t seem right
See how comfortably she fits into my hands
And she’s far safer here than in the hands of man
You know how hunters pursue us just for our fur
I’ve grown attached and want a better life for her
Q: "How can I be saved?"
A: "Belief on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and you will become saved."
Q: "How can I realize I am saved?"
A: "It shall come to pass that in the
last days all of those who call upon
the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Q: "How can I ask God to forgive me
of my sins?"
A: "If you are willing to asks God to honestly
forgive your sins, he will forgive them."
"If you confess with your mouth and believe
in your heart that God has raised him from
the dead you will be saved. And you will
really be able to confess your sins."
Q: "Do I have to be willing to forgive other people?"
A: "And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."
Q: "What if I am in an abusive relationship?"
A: "Get out of the abusive relationship and turn your
abuser over to the proper authorities. Your life may be
in jeopardy, and so you should seek sanctuary. Forgiving
some one doesn't mean you should continue to let them
harm you or your loved ones."
Q: "What about habitual sins especially those over an extended
period of time?"
A: "If you confess your sins He is willing to forgive you your sins
even to them who believe on his name." "You rely upon his powerful
strength instead of your own. But don't play games with God, be
honest and sincere about them."
Q: "What about any addictive habits or substance abuse problems?"
A: "Those are sins that are covered by the redemptive blood of Jesus
Christ. Ask and believe you will be set free from your addictions!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 17, 2020
I went back into that dark, dark place
Were demons dwell
And
Lives are taken away
But
Through the pain
And
Through the tears
You were there and kept me near.
You saved my life by loving me;
Your silent strength was the key.
Gentle touches and silent words
Let me know that love was the cure.
Depression is my evil curse,
And
When it planted the seed of death
Your love washed it away
And
Gave me the strength
To seek the help I needed to keep it at bay.
I’ve walked that dark path so many times
I’ve done lost track,
But
Things have change
And God’s given me a special tool
To help me through,
I have you and Joshua too,
And
Rooted deeper is the knowledge
Both of you want me to stay a little longer.
So like a drug addict that has lost their way
I start the road back to brighter days,
And
There are not enough words to say
I Love You
In every way
And
May God bless us ever day.
Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then, a penny was worth a cent, but, alas, it ain't no more.
Ah! The myriad of things a penny could buy at the local store!
For a penny you could send a postal card through the mail.
And for a mere copper you'd get your weight read on a scale!
A penny would give you a handful of nuts from peanut machines,
And for the same, get a fistful of scrumptious and colorful jellybeans!
I recollect the cutesy cards we shared for the school Valentine party.
They cost a cent apiece and were so witty and so very arty!
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a sly grin.
Blushin' lads received saccharine cards much to their chagrin!
A copper penny would purchase a huge all-day sucker to lick,
Or a twisted string of chewy red or black licorice on a stick!
You could buy a kite with your penny or some candy cigarettes,
Or some wax-bottled sugar water or silly false teeth sets!
Ain't it ironic that the profile of Honest Abe whom we so revere,
Appears on the coin that we toss about and treat so cavalier!
Even in my second childhood, I'll still pick a penny off the ground!
Shucks! "Someone's disdain for that lowly coin is my treasure found!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
First Place Win in Joe Flach's "In Other Words" Contest - September 2010
Her daddy’s grave is the oldest,
His name is hard to read.
She knew his stone had corroded
And has brought supplies she’ll need.
Near to him is her young husband.
He had been the next to die.
She used to come here often
Just to sit by his grave and cry.
Next to her daddy is her mother
After twenty-one years alone
Her name shows up clearer and newer
On her side of the stone.
As the years went by the lot filled up,
A beloved young nephew is there.
She reads his age of twenty-three
And thinks that it isn’t fair.
The lot started filling faster
With loved brothers and their wives.
She remembers kneeling with her loved son
And speaking with him of their lives.
And now there’s a grave much newer.
She hadn’t thought she would see this one.
His name is there so clear and bright,
The name of her only son.
She looks down to where she is standing
As she feels the cold wind stir.
RAVEN is chiseled into the rock
At this spot reserved for her.
lBy: Joyce Johnson shared first place with Linda Marie and Carrie.
For Constance "The Rambling Poet; contest "Among the Dead"
Giant poet gem, Tagore’s story-poem: NISKRITI,
Is a piazza perched paved and perfectly paced beauty;
Scale model of a castle of vast poetic kingdom,
That has spread into an empire of Indian wisdom!
Manjulika is a dew-drop in the mighty ocean,
Of the land of Bay of Bengal where feminine gender;
Fulfills wants of men as mother, wife, daughter and labors,
Less fulfilled of subtle cravings, in her heart she harbors!
Nucleus firm; Malabika has solemnly sung it,
Narration, like roots, stems, leafs, flowers, fruits of plants well-knit!
Images complex extract emotions, expose like day light,
Questions of destiny hang, like stars in dense dark sky, bright!
Figures of speech, like hand-picked coffee-seeds, well chosen,
And like gems and pearls in an ornament, fairly woven;
With stones of words and verses flat, oval, blunt, round, pear, square,
The edifice erected here is stern, solemn and somber!
05 December 2021
Inspired By A Translation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
When we were lost,
How did we feel,
Before we came to the cross
Is God real ?
Before that day,
When we turn from sin,
In a world in which we play,
Tired of the pain deep with in.
Jesus came to show a way,
To make stright the path,
For narrow is the gate,
Yet here we are at last.
Thru the days of wonder,
Now you can see his Glory,
His word are as Thunder,
Now can you see the true story ?
Yes, Our God is real,
My eye's have seen from where i've Been,
His love and grace my heart is sealed,
He calls me friend.
Forgiven, made whole,
I now walk and talk to him,
from the pit of hell from I was entering
Jesus saved my soul from all my sins.