Best Send Up Poems
Forever my love
~
Simple reminders of conscious belief
Filter my mind midst the moon’s silver glow
Satisfied truths sent to spell my relief
All that my beating heart now needs to know
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Temptations cry out for all that is real
Filling the void that I now can explain
Cloudless these night skies of star sprinkled mist
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of time
Delicious the thoughts of your warm tender kiss
Found in these endless illusions of rhyme
Memories harbor the moments we live
Photograph remnants we’re longing to share
Telling the story of all it can give
Building the dreams now worth capturing there
Still we are standing alone on this eve
Counting the stars in the heavens so bright
Dreams can come true if we only believe
Whispering prayers on this warm summer night
Hear my desires a float on the breeze
Finding their way to the one I adore
Listen, my love, for I hope but to please
Biding my time till you’re with me once more
Down on my knees with my fingers entwined
Solemn requests I now send up above
Pleading with heaven to be ever kind
Allowing this man to receive your sweet love
All that I ask is now all that I need
Merely the chance I may prove ever true
You are my life and in that I believe
Forever my love shall be only you
Good night Soupers
Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.
In what rich ruby ring of radiance, he appears
Smearing and splotching liquid gold, he gracefully moves
With sparkling splashes, the world becomes bright
The prompt and punctual rooster raises his raucous revelry.
Birds and beasts wake up from their slumberous sleep.
The feathered folks tweet and twitter in harmonious notes.
The verdant vales below send up a welcoming sign.
The leaves stay bright tipped with dainty droplets of dew.
Morn, the bashful, mousy maiden with modest grace,
Peeps and peeks through half drawn curtains in the East.
Removing all trace of a tarnished yesterday,
The day arrives making me smile in burgeoning bliss.
God’s blessings are new every morning
I awaken to send up praises to Him
And I want to remind you of His warning
For those who do not believe, the end is grim
God sent His one and only Son into the world
To be a sacrifice for those who would believe
Find salvation in the One who has whirled
Each of us into a dance that we could never conceive
A dance of faith that believes in real praise
A dance of joy that fills us up with pure wonderment
A dance of hope that reassures all our days
A dance of love that gives true abandonment
God’s blessings are alive with a roaring fire
Revealing compassions that come from above
His revelations are the miracles that inspire
Enlightenment and a rich creativity built by love
God sent His one and only Son into the world
To save us from sins that would be an end to us
Thanks to Him, all our sins have been buried
In a past that is cast far away so there is no fuss
We no longer need to cry about our dreadful past
He has saved us from the darkest night of terror
He answers prayers that come from the heart if asked
And gives renewed hope to those who prepare her
Heart… Give it to the Lord God above, Jesus of Nazareth
The One who brings the greatest peace and love
The One who brings blessings that are earth shattering
His salvation is the greatest gift sent from above
Jesus is the answer to every problem!
Have faith and believe He is the good Shepherd
He is filled with a love and peace that is awesome
With Him living inside, you’ll be alive forever
In Memoriam Quietly Always Close
Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels,
Which stand in their long cemetary rows?
Stating each name of the one passed on with
There-on etched, too, the noting of time alive
And telling of the beloved, who hum there their slow laments;
Who send up colorful balloons to celebrate their love and
Take far their silent greetings in the sky.
Are they lullaby heartsongs, which
Rise on sprigs of heaven-bound light,
So tunefully sweet for love’s addressed, aided
By a league of angellic composers
In their lyrical rounds from above our earthly sphere?
Are these the places of our hushed sympathies?
The places we lay over our dear ones
All the broken pieces of the grieving heart’s still longing
To stay in some way forever near, and, so, we linger thoughtfully
Criss-crossing the undulating final verdigris
Landscape, which embraces the last remains ~
Resting on in heaven’s wait for that further journey going on.
Are these faint mists surrounding
So many hours of our own remaining days —
Which are spent summoning back the stories, the touches,
The eyes that happily cast their glance into our own —
Not truly our tears
Being turned to magnifying memories,
Prayerfully appearing with each
Dusk’s close of day and placid rise of the radiant moon?
Do see that the soundless falling is our aching?
Is a furor — burst of pure, white snow:
A flash of a blizzard, looking nearly weightless,
Landing in silence, but
Incongruously, falling heavily down, into those forming crystalline layers
To dress a seeming lace-like çover over all the stone markers
With a luminous beauty, revealing a metaphor, ineffable
~ Blessed markers of life itself set here before us
Within reach of meeting the Divine.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/5/2023
(Written for Jennifer Wilson & Maggie Hopkins in loving
Memory of James Hopkins, spouse, father, & friend) Also written with the inspiring power of images of the 9,000 marking gravestone crosses in Normandy, France, and sights of Arlington Cemetary, Washington, D.C.
Written to unaccompanied cello Suite 1 in G major, perfomer Yo Yo Ma
Thanks be to God…
PRICELESS Me
Satan, Im priceless you cant put that price on me
This beautiful structure GOD has created simply does not have a fee
So all that you proclaim to offer theres no need you see
I can send up all my requests and receive them by getting down on bended knees
As I reflect back on my past when everything about me was a fee
And my entire mentality was driven by nothing but currency
I rendered you my soul
And just then my whole life had took its toll
I started chasing and lusting wealth
Which had become so detrimental to my health
I lost all my sense of reasoning my direction, visions and goals I was no longer seeing
I was brought with a pricetag on my head
But realistically I was living as the dead
When my sole purpose was to benefit the family I once led
Eventually you would place a huge dent in me
Incarceration has found me and grief surrounds me
As your merchandise and due to your purchase I allowed you to depreciate my value
You were persistently attracting, while consistently attacking
But know I landed back in my original owners hands, who initially gave me life
With instructions for no strife
New birth, My worth
Recognizing all that he created me to be without a price or a fee
Your wicked ramifications that had once followed
Mournfully, tormented me my family and friends suffering is what we had swallowed
And as your merchandise
I still had to pay my own price
While your plans were to dismantle, distract and corrupt
Here I sit stuck in the prison system on my but
Satan, I have just a few more words “IM PRICELESS”
I cant be bought thats the lesson that I was taught
No longer am I living in hell because my soul is not for sell
No longer a commodity my merchant is now GOD
And he is who embodies me.
PRICELESS ME
(Mark 8:36) And how does a man benefit if he gains the whole world and loses his soul in the process?
It was May Day and Beltane was the time
Druid Arwn with flowing mane his Grove did call
With upraised arms he did chant in ancient rime
The Sun God ascendeth, but the Solstice marketh his fall!
The 21 of Jun, Alban Hefin will be in the heavens
And crown him we will at his highest peak.
So go forth my orders of Incantations and covens
And hollyhock, and mandrake, and oaken mistletoe seek.
Cut down these herbs as Tanith rides on high
With sickle of gold as you mount on white bulls
Destined at Solstice to bleed and to die
At the moment holy Henge with Sol's light fulls
So gather we will on the 20th of Jun
At the dale of the Henge at the rise of the Moon
To the centre of the circle we'll go up the ramp
We'll set up a pentagram and there we will camp.
As the Heel bathes in glory with the rays of the sun
We'll offer our bulls to the Lord of the Day
Send up our chants and surely have fun
And prepare for Alban Arthan - Lord of the Fey.
~25 May 2016~
I Am Here
When you wish upon a star;
You are given love from afar.
From the place where our peoples reside;
Star Peoples , we never denied.
When you wish upon the moon;
Those that were gone all too soon.
Awaken to hear your voice;
Keeping watch, by their choice.
When you wish upon the sky;
Ancestors will realize.
That you send up smoke and prayers;
Acknowledging, they are still there.
When you wish upon the Spirit World;
Whether you be man, woman, boy, or girl.
Great Spirit answers your song;
"I am here my child, you are not alone."
Darlene Doll Smith
I will send up three balloons
With three words written
One yellow, one blue and one pink
They soar so beautifully in the sky
A yellow is sent with a hope
A blue is sent with faith
A pink is sent with love
High in the sky they are flying
across the countries and cities
If you are looking up
you will see the balloon's message
The words are for you all
John, Peter, Alex, Sandra,Pia and Nick
Faith - Hope - Love
28.09.2013 A-L Andresen :)
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Pope embarassed, clergy disgraced,
twenty year mission, lost in space
Angels discovered, (LGBT group with wings)
warm in the stable, cherubim sings
Turin Shroud faker, waits pearly gate,
will his deception, decide a grim fate?
NASA confounded, confused and reeling,
funding withdrawn for project supreme being
Millions starve while archbishops get fatter,
martyrs revive, to discuss the latter
TV preachers line their pockets, blaming
zion for failing rockets
Somewhere, nowhere Jehovah watches,
smiling strong at earthly botches
Sends down for men, new commandments,
guilded words without transendence
Only one instead of ten, simple words
etched out for men, read quite clear the
Meaning’s plain,
DON’T SEND UP A ROCKET AGAIN!
When your fragile footsteps feel like they are in sinking sand
And you’re forever searching for that helping hand
When the heavy load sometimes feels too much to bear
Just think of me, and I will be there
When the smile on your face is just a mask
Send up a thought, don’t be afraid to ask
When you feel so alone, even in a large crowd
Just remember me fondly, and I will be around
When you think I have gone and way out of sight
I will be right by your side bestowing love and light
Star-dash cars now zip along the street,
Winking into town,
Awerving like party-colored leaves
Surfing the wind.
Everyone's going going going SOMEwhere!
Gone. Here? Yes!
Straight to the top!
Another perfect day
For another perfect dollar!
Mine! I have nade it!
Now send up flowers
And sky-hearted piano players!
I want clouds to break,
And stars to take,
With craft ever true up-soaring!
Sky, sun, time----won!
Won for the President
Of company ME!
Am I too bold, too free, too loud?
Just wait till I'm more proud!
No, I can't be quiet.
Love, come now, with me, all night!
When you wish upon a star;
You are given love from afar.
From the place where our peoples reside;
Star Peoples , we never denied.
When you wish upon the moon;
Those that were gone all too soon.
Awaken to hear your voice;
Keeping watch, by their choice.
When you wish upon the sky;
Ancestors will realize.
That you send up smoke and prayers;
Acknowledging, they are still there.
When you wish upon the Spirit World;
Whether you be man, woman, boy, or girl.
Great Spirit answers your song;
"I am here my child, you are not alone."
Darlene Doll Smith
Osda Sunalei Equaa Ududu
I send up gratitude this morn to you
Place me where you see fit on the medicine wheel
Let today's pathway be of your chosen will
When the world seems as an angry place
Let me be one with a gentle face
When all about me is chaotic energy
Remind me to be still and my emotions free
Should distractions pose as obstacles on my way
Provide me the wisdom to walk away
Give me eyes that see the beauty of Earth
And to acknowledge all my sibling's worth
Give me a heart that does not fear to love
Ancestors to guide me from above
Give me feet to walk with only respect
May my deep love for you on this day reflect
In all I say and in all I do
May it cast a shadow of truth
In all I am with humble heart
In prayer, this day shall start
~ Darlene Doll Smith
Us folks out here 'round Coalstoun Lakes we like to till the ground,
but when it comes to water ... well .. the prospects are not sound.
Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not, you live in hope each day,
then hallelujah ... from nowhere ... a prophet came our way.
"I've had a vision folks" Dean said, "brown water 'gainst a wall
and in your district too at that, it's bound to help you all.
A land of milk and honey folks is what you all will see
and soon you'll live in paradise as happy as can be."
For prophecies to come to light, you have to wait your turn,
perhaps a year, or maybe two, that's something we would learn.
Now folks 'round here are patient like and wouldn’t mind the wait,
but Dean the paradise you saw was miles from here old mate.
While heading off on tour in April, we had problems with tyres near Coalstoun Lakes,
between Biggenden and Ban Ban Springs. We called in at a property where we met Debbie
Bird, who kindly let Chris stay with her while I went into Biggenden to replace the
damaged tyres. In December Debbie rang to say they were having a function where Dean
Collins, who works for the Department of Natural Resources, would be present. He had
worked in the Coalstoun Lakes area for some time apparently and had became well known
to the locals as he pursued the idea of putting a dam in the area which would benefit
folk on the land. Sadly, a dam was to be built and would be named Paradise dam, but not
anywhere near where it would help the Coalstoun Lakes folk. Debbie asked me if I'd pen a
few lines to use on the night, as a bit of a send up.
Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette.
Tonight, out of the clear blue, I craved a king-size ***--
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
Suddenly, my forehead broke out in tiny beads of sweat.
I sat quietly, staring, thinking about the suffocating drag;
Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette.
Years swiftly pass and the mind still cannot forget,
It should be the first to send up the signal, the red flag,
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
I was a teenager when the Marlboro man and I first met
In a hole-in-the-wall café where we teens danced the rag,
Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette.
At fifty I gave up smoking when my heart became upset
Over twenty-five years I have not had one, I must not brag,
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
I know I would pass up that cigarette, even if I lost a bet,
Nothing would be worth it; the thought of it makes me gag,
Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette,
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
Written April 8, 2021