Best Sounded Out Poems
I wrote a letter to God and I had to ask why,
He allowed so much suffering and little people had to die?
One’s that had never caused trouble or done anybody harm,
Taken before they experienced life, plucked from their mothers arms.
He said answer me this, why did my son have to suffer and die?
Nailed to that cross I couldn’t even watch, all I could do was turn my head and cry!
What trouble did He cause, what harm did He do?
And all for what, He did it for you.
He said you couldn’t comprehend all the things that daily take place,
And all I ask is your trust till we meet face to face.
He said all things have a reason and someday you will know,
But you must trust in my word so your faith will blossom and grow.
I said Lord please forgive me if I sounded out of line,
It seems like all we ever do is complain, ask for mercy, or whine.
I know that you are busy so I guess I will close,
Thank You for listening and my love I enclose.
Far across the hills and dales,
Ringing o'er the rills and swales:
Ever nearer, ever louder;
Ever dearer, gaining power.
Drawing hearts and minds to one;
Once sounded out, and once begun
Men cannot fail to hear her calling-
Solders freed from fear of falling.
Calling, crying to her sons,
"All must fight till freedom's won."
Leading them to victory;
Leaving them with liberty.
(Written on the fifth of July, 2015)
Their story had been written,
The book to be read,
Engagement announced,
In marriage he said,
Kneeling to the floor,
This chapter and more
Dance with me darling
This verse to the floor,
Come my darling,
Champagne I shall pour,
Their love came together,
With times to explore,
The bride was ready,
Treasures in her drawer,
Engagements and plans,
Banns read out,
Their love was so special,
No one could doubt,
The day had arisen,
Her beauty adorned,
Invitations written,
Announcements sworn,
Excitement and nerves
She stands at the door,
The limo is coming.
Flowers from the store,
The bridegroom awaits,
Church bells applaud,
The trail of her dress,
She walks down the aisle,
A glance from the crowd,
She gives them a smile,
He looked at his love,
She came to his side,
With happiness and joy,
Looked at his bride,
Took hold of her hand,
Blessings bestowed,
Placed on her finger,
A ring of pure gold,
Read out their vows.
To have and to hold,
From this day forth
Forevermore.
Confetti was poured.
The bride took a glance,
She held back her tears
The congregation looked,
With spontaneous cheers,
Everything was ready,
Cake in three tiers,
Bells sounded out,
To their bow bell ears,
Bridesmaids in waiting,
Bouquet to be claimed,
The horses were drawn
Speeches were made,
Music played,
They danced on the stage.
True love had been made,
The ending was told.
He stood there so bold,
His wife, their life
The story told.
Love had surrendered
The book remembered.
Wendy Jae
Missing that Shinning Sea
Often starring at ocean waves,
just blocks from its sea gulls and sandy shores.
Daily visits never grew old; the water was always cold.
And the gulls fly low, enjoying their favorite spots.
Arrested with fascination of seals resting on solid rocks,
campers and outdoorsmen alike, parked by the sea side
Residing in the sunset district and sleeping by the sound of ocean tides,
A young family was often captured, viewing beauty from bay windows.
They engulfed the cool breezes and observed the rolling fog;
walking along its windy shores, building castles in the sand
Neither rooster crows nor cricket sounds, or even lightning bugs;
sweet sleep danced to the music of fog horns, as they sounded out faithfully;
Ships from Far East ports, passing slowly through the golden gate;
delivering huge containers of merchandize, made mostly in China
Just a short walk from the Pacific is that great and gorgeous park.
Strolling along beaten paths, or laughing and flying kites,
a father and his two kids played with sheer delight;
and embraced the breezes, mostly calm and cool
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In his dying words, Papa said of all Kofi Awoonor’s Poems taught in school
One which still lingers in the chambers of his heart is ‘the Sonnet of our world’
He stuttered, “Son-my son in today’s world everybody is screaming for attention
The intelligent, educated, eloquent, charismatic, all-all-all in fierce contention”
Papa said this is the Sonnet of an embrangled world
He said most will opt to be leaders than followers
They’ll cough out their egos and laud their names
They’ll strive for glory and they’ll never be ashamed
Papa sounded out “most will seek to be the next biggest thing in town
And that’s not important, but what matters is to serve and not to be served
Give yourself to your passion and have integrity in the things no one sees
Love more and laugh harder, and where I am going together we will be”
When I saw Papa pressed in his coffin like bread on a shelf
Unceasing tears rolled from my eyes
PP©2015
LONESOME
SOUND
Old man said he could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
and they could write a song about that.
Said he could tell how many cars a train freighted
just by how sad was its wail.
Old man said, trains usually sounded out at crossings or towns
or coming upon another train. Said
No. 149 out of St. Louis left
the towns a hundred miles back.
Had no call to think about
meeting another train'til Lander.
Or maybe Crawford.
Old man said, keening cross the plains like that
only thing took it to heart was
coyotes and jack rabbits. Mayhap
a snake or two, sunning hisself on the rails.
Said, last run she made, leaned on her whistle
from the Missouri straight through to the Rockies.
Never let up, just hollered cross the land
like the world come undone.
Like something lost
couldn't never be right again.
I said how that train was probly thinking
of the long empty plains ahead.
Of fenceposts ticking by
and cattle scabbing up the buffalo grass.
Thinking of passing unseen and unheard
the grassed-over soddies hunched at springs
once piped now trickling through old stock ponds.
Of empty match-box homesteads
timber-bleached and bowed before the
vast order of sun and sky.
Of tilted windmills wheeling, listless
as a fly wing-plucked and turning, turning
round on bleary heat-cracked panes
what look myopic upon the prairie
the grass, the sky, the land to come.
Old man looked at the middle distance. Said
don't know but she wailed for the thought
of her last pull through the pass at Lander stockyards.
Or for what she maybe wouldn't find
coming out t'other side.
Cup o Coffee oPeNs my eyes OO*
dArK rOaStEd full-bodied besides
Love the grind of those coffee beans
the way the filtered liquid warms me
makes me steady, ready for the day
Soothing repose, relaxing, pondering
The day’s steaming aroma – effecting
c a l m – nerves, thoughts, emotions
I need those early hours just for me
Before the busyness...Before the clatter
after the drip drip of CrAzY dreams that
Muddy up my mind in motion theatrics
those pretty little beans glisten, listen
To my inner settling, Quiet hEaLiNg
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
*OO – not to be sounded out. Pair of eyes.
Treasure this
I think I have found it
I have found you and sounded out the meaning
I have seen the gold
I have touched it too
I have not forsaken
not ever, no not you
You are so much more beautiful in life
I think it is time we met once more and...strive
I want
I want everything just not so much as maybe you do
I think
I want what you can't understand yet ...or do you
I swear
I think it and it becomes real
I blink it
So must I be here and feel
Strafe
I so sublimely see things
I clearly am free from the powers that be
Never again am I under a tree that shines down bloodless gowns
I think it will make a quiet sound
it's history
It knows all too well that the justice that has served under,and under it's spell
It held
I can't escape , nor can it
It knows it must swallow down the shame and flee
How
It holds onto the one verse
it chokes the other
It makes you curse
I think it and it appears
You are dead..
You are hanging off the beautiful stead
Leave it
I know you are tarred
I can't receive it
I am scarred.
I think I have found you
break me and make it around you
I am sounded out and left like a breathing beat
I am sounded out
I can't make you bleed
you are already dead
in my future
I have seen it and suddenly you are sutured
you are healed
alive and breathing
beating heart bleeding
how could you believe in me
I am so deceiving
I am
I suddenly hear it
the tree has made me see what it is to be something I am not
I am free
Free from everything and cursed no more
the tree ate it and swallowed my pain and faded
I think
No more
How is it that you are so loose with the ways of the world
I am so touched by an angel
you are my swirl
The way of you
I am
Touched by the sight of you
Heaven is by my side and so are you.
Do you care for others, the wounded all around?
Do you care that many have fallen to the ground?
Are you always ready for rescuing the Lost?
Have you spent some time with God counting all the cost?
Are you walking in the blessings and power from above?
Is your motivation for all you do His love?
The watchman on the wall has sounded out
Alert, alert; He’s made the shout
Let your love go forth to everyone around
There’s nothing more important than giving love your ground
You’ll never have a happy day
Never walk the lighted way
Until you decide to love all men
The evil and the good, begin
In love there is the healing for those who are oppressed
Deliverance from evil and rejoicing with the blessed
So walk in love and send it out
To all you meet and know about
That love will lift you up with joy and peace
And you will live a life of blessings that will never ever cease
The streak of cloud sounded out loud, "I shall be", the night, an unsung nuance, "shalom"
The ocean assured, "Landed indeed! Reverie, I'm no more and them!"
Sorrow they say,"Speechless we,all, Our may befall the muddy constellation and a hymn!"
and I heard, outcry, "Mingle in all en-compassing , and I , never long , elsewhere in entropy.
A world chants on, "In thine, heaven bestowed a greetings , upon, to greet"
A patsy churn, and the wind adores in high turn ,"For thee, with a lack,
Glowing lanterns are here, I am!"
The love,say," Immortal era and us, we are here, even though this is late.
We, sleepless."
Death crews on "I and thou, shall sail along the journey of life, in hamohharmony."
Words drift, pounding – a heartbeat,
Memorized by my dreams,
Sometimes painful – sometimes weak,
Sometimes fading – sometimes sweet.
Words flow through the rivers of my soul,
Soft and gentle, reflecting the secrets,
My heart’s breath in blushing blues,
Sometimes a rose dwindling, passing,
Into the night, where its shadow haunts,
Beautiful pieces of hope, quivering
Reflecting the words, bought by thoughts,
Held by hearts, written by pens,
Who are dipped in spiritual ink, liquid light,
Gushing from a sincerity, a serenity, a sight
Streaming beneath the rivers of life’s sacrifice,
The music in flames of grief,
Restoring the answers to souls who can see,
Beyond the words, between the lines,
Grace who reveals all the clues,
Life’s greatest mystery, naked to the night,
A heart, beating on winds of hope,
Breathing prayers so it can cope,
Assuring the mind and the soul that answers
Are stored in the words, sounded out,
By hearts who are restored with love that abides
Inside those who need to hear God’s voice
In the wind, in the seas, in the flowers and the trees,
Beyond the beauty, beyond the peace,
In the music of eternity, sung by hearts who see,
Through the darkness, the light that is HE,
Who caresses the soul with the breath of life,
Who silences the doubts and leaves faith alive!
In His Word, I find my heart’s delight!