Best Spring Up Poems
In 1971 my wife, a nursing aid at the time,
working in small city hospital, experienced
a most remarkable event.
She went on to College, graduated and
became an RN. She through the years
went through the ranks and retired as a
Nursing Supervisor of a very large
Hospital.
Judith my wife shared a wonderful story
with me, that I had to share for all to
hear.
When she started her career in 1971. She
shared an event that left her speechless.
While caring for eighteen patients on the
three to eleven shift, she was making her
rounds. On a twelve bed ward, one of her
patients, she was caring for yelled, "OH MY
GOD IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!" My wife turned
and witnessed her patient from a laying
position, spring up saying those words.
Judith ran to her, to see what was going on
with her. Her patient then fell back on the
bed. When Judith got there at that moment.
Her patient had past away. My friends
Heaven Is Real...
Michael Tor
Water / Water
New Hamburg, Ontario Rubkuai village, South Sudan
locals rise locals starve
with the river, heed warnings where once there was a river,
to keep from its banks travel along arid banks
thirty thousand gallons a tanker arrives with a few gallons
of unwanted rain rain is worth all limbs
burdens how burdened the village —
storm drains the drought drains life from fields
this summer, filled sport bottles this summer
will be abandoned near will crust tongues
splash pads, as the dying
where saturated children riot tend to the dead
in mist & spray, soak in inconsolable mothers silently
the never-ending fount riot [eyes too dry to mist
until fingers prune, can still spray bullets
until thirst or thirst for just one more look
sends them skipping as irises prune in the sun]
cars gleam and grass grass is a memory
springs underfoot; & graves spring up underfoot
the bridge is power- like emaciated bridges
washed, as though the downpour nothing stops the downpour
hadn’t flooded of diarrhea — the filth binds
spider’s webs cholera’s web
people shower, run half-filled people kneel for droplets
dishwashers & laundry machines, the desert launders
a kettle screams the jawbone
for someone, of the newest ghost who still
anyone to listen listens, waits, for anyone
Little dove, there you are, perched in the snow,
we need not to ask,
for, how well, we know
How your presence speaks gently
of faith in the spring
when you come out of hiding
and we hear your voice sing…
Rise up, don't be timid
for winter will pass
The flowers will spring up
in soft, meadow grass
As the spring comes alive
And the grapevines will blossom
please dove, sing your sweet song,
As the sun warms the skies
Coo little dove songs,
your voice will resound...
The gray clouds will fly away
and a new day will dawn
______________________
Inspired by Sara's Contest: "Song Of Solomon"
Warm sunshine touches my face, and I begin to blow bubbles
I wonder and wait to see how big or small you'll be,
Iridescent and beautifully floating carefree through the air.
I wish it was me instead of you.
Giggles escape as the school girl I used to be emerges.
I blow more bubbles as I dance and twirl about,
Around me the country fields of hope spring up
As the bubbles beautifully float carefree about me.
Depression
Sit on the porch an hold his hand,
tell him he has to be the man,
don't let bitterness spoil the plan,
your loving kindness will help you maam ...
the ole dog sits in the background,
an your spirit it is down,
the nasty world sits on your shoulder,
snivels like a worthless hound,
so spring up like a young mountain goat,
leave the sniveler far behind,
a smile on ya dial, just a grinning some chile,
because it's such a beautiful day...
Don
There sneaked a micro organism into the lives of human kind from elsewhere,
Who made it intruded is still a mystery, yet it’s fate of the world
That life on earth is engulfed with thorns and bruises?
They say: It’s from bats, some say: it’s a shoot of ‘Bio-war’,
No doubt it’s a sinister game and human lives are the ball, hit and shot,
Thousands of goals have been dropped and there was no cry of joy,
But ‘cross the world there hath been flow of tears and fears.
The human lives, tainted with creepy killer organism, seek shields of defense,
And there around the Round Table Conference clicked a thought of ‘Social distancing’.
Provinces and states raised the alarm of crisis to avert throngs and mobs,
It hath been a portent for the imminent disaster on the face of earth,
A ‘day of shut’ hath been imposed on the lives as precaution –
No politics, no religion, no caste, no race and ego shall be the law,
For the blood is the same red with tissues and organs for all.
The day began with the legal menace ‘cross the country,
And the wheels and bags were restricted screech and rustle,
The rich and the poor entered their ‘house bags’,
And there seen empty roads and streets except faint travelers.
Round the clock people’s saviours were seen sweeping and spraying sterile medicine,
Life-saving doctors and nurses were seen in spring-up action,
And those infected folks were brought under the treatment of the life-savers.
Behind the legitimate bars of seclusion from the pandemic infection,
There was seen a life of silence for a noble cause,
It was not a total inactivity, but a self introspection of social distancing -
A pledge to chase the epidemic killer virus away from human kind!
Media of service ran thro’ hazards and perils brought into rooms the day’s tasks.
It was a joint fight against COVID -19 beyond human restrictions,
And each of us shall be a victor ‘gainst the epidemic violence.
Rife with abstractions, and still just listening;
Leaning on pages, the night keeps glistening.
Ripping at seams, no intentions of fixing
As leaks spring up in the darkness of evening.
--
Hollowed-out souls fill the depths of this bet,
And mausoleums hold the ones straggling yet.
We're fighting ourselves over people we've met
Just to make up the ground in relieving the debt.
--
Knife with distractions, and I've stopped listening;
Meaning enrages; The light drips, glistening.
Slipping the reams, no ideas for fixing
The problems arisen on this summer evening.
Unrighteous, ungodly desires(spring up)
Those desires bubble up
From the flesh notions of sin stand
From Jesus flows grace's cup
Sin wrought so much concupicence
See the Law is Holy
Man in his separated state
Very carnal, lowly
There is a present principle
What one would do, they don't
What one shouldn't do, they do much more
Oh! Wretched man the tone__
Christians delight in God's great laws
Let the inward man feast
Crucify now the carnal man
Feed the spirit for increase
Based on The Apostle Paul's writings in Romans
The seventh chapter, King James Version
At first it starts with a tiny seed
then the roots spring up out of the fertile soil
preaching, teaching & service
To humbly obey is better then sacrifice
faces, spaces & traces
It unfold with an open heart
saturated with the truth of God's word
One must die to self
Pick up your cross on a daily basis
In time you will walk as a child
faith isn't intellectualized it just it
God's love for you is the great eternal constant
Accept Jesus into your heart as your personal savior & Lord
hope springs a new
Continue to confess your sins & believe
Unless one is born again he can not see the kingdom
Join a bible based church that preaches the word
pray & give tithes
Share your faith with those who are lost
create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me
Only one life will soon be passed
only what's done for Jesus will last
With what time we use today will be echoed throughout eternity
God alone is enough
I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream
Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread
I think I love you (I think I love you)
Lyrics from I Think I Love You (The Partridge Family)
over and over again
with premature penmanship
i write your name, right next to mine
they share a pillow before i do
my first and maiden name
your first and our last name
my first, your last
Mr. And Mrs.
O the cursive kisses
before we met, there was a psychedelic bus
adventures of a long-haired voice
though not my idol choice
still the romance with his superb notes
he passed them to me
i ate up the heartbeats, ooh Bandala—
he’s coming for me, and i hold
that pillow to my brain
i think he loves me
i think he loves me
i wear his wedding band
their bands of gold
with leaves
i leave behind a fantasy
to fantasize my life
with thee
2/13/2022
HAIBUN
You are electron microscopic size, but you possess infinitesimal power. Just a single strand of encapsulated RNA, yet you and your brothers SARS and MERS can sicken and kill more complex life.
Covid-19, virion unseen
Bring humans to their knees
Cowering and trembling
You spring up suddenly from nowhere and spread like fire in a parched forest. Devastating stock markets, stopping sports teams, halting concerts and forbidding gatherings over 250 souls. Quarantines of ships and planes. People greedily grasping, fighting and clawing for the important things in life: toilet paper, masks, cleaning supplies, paper towels.
A boon to corporations
Johnson and Johnson, Proctor and Gamble
Secretly happy you are around.
World wide you spread, showing no regard for race, boundaries or politics.
Italians, Iranians, Chinese,
Americans, Norwegians,
Japanese, Brazilians
The world caught unprepared. Scientists scrambling to develop a vaccine. All will breathe a sigh of relief when you cease your rampage. That is until you return, mutated, the same but different and we start all over again.
Winter Bows to Spring
In the midst of sullen cold
pink cherry blossoms burst open as winter bows to spring ~
yellow daffodils spring up from frozen icicles ~
white snowdrops vault through soils of howling storms ~
gold jasmina scampers up fences between winter's wildness ~
purple crocus stand tall midst blazing blizzards ~
rosy tulips push up past untamed storms ~
lavender glory-of-the-snows awakens in shivering snow ~
purple daphne spreads perfume to hoary frost ~
Heralds and harbingers of spring in the midst of winter
3-11-22
Contest: I Imagism
Sponsor: Constance La France
Charred wood and ash
stink, after fires
in Garigal high-country.
A single crow cries
road-side, on a black tree-post
guarding road kill –
a round brown wallaby
with feet stuck-up.
Ash covers ash:
grey dust lies still...
until rain drizzles sweet liquid,
wets dirt, licks seeds, nudges life.
Seeds swell, unfold,
lift leaves to prick the air :
grass-whiskers spring up.
Fat globes of summer-rain spill
between sandy soil-crumbs
where roots sip silver water.
One tomorrow, black-skinned scarred tree-trunks will sprout leafy chests,
and white cockatoos will screech graffiti over skies patched with clouds.
Once more, warm lips of wallabies will graze over green grasses,
nibbling: blessed again.
cold February's
rain saturates the good earth...
star magnolia blooms
A symbol of spring's resurrection are those early blossoms. The Daffodils spring up under the bright yellow Forsythia and beautiful pink tulip shaped flowers cover the Japanese Magnolia. Resurrection stated in the most subtle way. They say to me there is hope that the sun will soon warm the earth's soil signaling to all of nature to come alive.
red buds glow
decorating the roadside...
heavy fog cloaks all
Spring's presence can be unobtrusive slipping in like a lamb. One day it is winter then a heady essence wafts on a zephyr that aroma of pale lavender Wisteria announcing spring has sprung.
as the snow slowly leaves us
in springs longer day,
you brighten the land scape
with your cheery blue way,
so soft and so tender
as the season sways
your colour brings magic
of natures sweet way,
through the soft night
you blossom with might
with your blue little flower
what a lovely sight,
waving and greeting
as the sun shows face
nature has giving us
the smile of your grace,
you spring up so sudden
when the morning starts
so welcome so bright
such a joy to our hearts,
coloured by nature
you smile in the sun
glowing and showing
your nature fun,
keep glowing you beauty
make our hearts swell
sparkling and twinkle
you little blue bell,,,,,,