Best Sufficient Poems
Let the evils of the day suffice to themselves,
Let not the dark descend to deeper depths.
Let our better angels draw their subtle breaths,
To softly sing of virtue 'round our souls' deep wells
As the nightfrost bears the spectral knells
From distant, dreaming, timeworn towers
Slowly marking magical hours,
Casting secret shadowspells.
Let slip our barges on the sea of dreams,
Above those deeps where memory sleeps.
Smooth down the furrowed, careworn brow
As our ship above soft wavelets streams,
Unheedful of the kelpy deeps
Beneath the brightness we call Now.
Teach us, O Lord, the newness of wisdom;
Bestow on us daily the power of the mind.
Keep us humble by the knowledge of creation;
On your sustenance allow us to continually dine.
Pour into us the divine light- your first creation,
That very first fruit of your heavenly artistry.
And open our mind’s gate to your dominion
So we may partake of your inventive mastery.
Unlike man all your works are judged very good;
May we share your vision so to share your gift?
Let the works of our hands be not mere vanity,
But the product of hands that help and minds swift.
Pardon our selfish desires we no longer need;
Allow us to avail ourselves of the new libation,
That comes pouring over the fountain of goodness,
Moving as it cascades toward utmost consolation.
Consecrate within our soul a new spirit,
To guide our appointed path with divine light.
May we always reverence your dominion,
Never forsaking to hold high our sworn plight.
God knows us better than anyone
even we don't know ourselves like God
so can He solve all our problems?
after all He has a mighty sharp sword
Remember that God is all sovereign
can do anything at any time
for His control is His alone
He never changes always at His prime
So why doesn't God always remove
these problems we think He should?
after all He is all powerful
so problems all remove He could
But God is also all wise
knowing the beginning and the end
bringing upon us what's for our good
so our hearts He can fully mend
Sometimes we grow better
through our spiritual winter
than we do in blessed summers
for we are marathoners not a sprinter
Let's just trust fully upon our Lord
for He knows what He's doing
He's been God for ever and always
even the demon's bow at His bidding
There’s a yearning within me
to flee to my place of peace.
I want to sit in solitude
on the side of a hill and
drink in nature’s performance.
Sitting there I would taste
the sweet breath of the mountains.
I would hear the wind
caressing the pine trees and
roughening the grass:
I would watch the untamed beasts,
from ants to coyotes,
going diligently
about their business of living;
I would be still
and feel the sun enveloping me
in warmth and light; and
my eyes would be drawn
to the intense blueness of the sky.
My mind would then begin
to experience the relief that comes
when thought is abandoned
and it is sufficient to exist.
I do not expect you.
Sunken hours.
And the streets are rocking like slow guards.
I do not expect you.
The thought is sufficient. And long one …
For a Sunday.
A dream
are dreaming
the birch’s
twigs.
I live life in an unhealthy abyss
Of a dream I see as a sufficient substitute
Of a Savior
I work and work to be a man like this
To fall in love and be in my own heaven
As I play God
I shake as I dream of her lips
The urge, Oh what I’d give for a kiss
What will she think of me
As I strive to be the king of the world
I mask my insufficiencies
To be the man I need to be
I swear I’ll save myself this time
This life gives the things I hate
And takes the things I desire
I sit in the stomach of the beast
Which is my mind and the way it is wired
Oh how I crave for the things that kill me
I lie as I take the salt to quench my thirst
Maybe this time will be different, I know I’ll change
But as I sleep, my subconscious digs my own grave
What will she think of me
As I strive to be the king of the world
I mask my insufficiencies
To be the man I need to be
I swear I’ll save myself this time
I get nothing but heartbreak
The more I give myself away
I put myself on the line
In hopes our fates would intertwine
Still I get rejected
Through all the ******** I’ve been through
I need a new hope
I need a new home
I used to believe I should live with pride
But through every failure, I hate to be alive
I live life in an unhealthy abyss
Of a dream I see as a sufficient substitute
Of a Savior
I work and work to be a man like this
To fall in love and be in my own heaven
As I play God
I shake as I dream of her lips
The urge, Oh what I’d give for a kiss
What will she think of me
As I strive to be the king of the world
I mask my insufficiencies
To be the man I need to be
I swear I’ll save myself this time
From the epic poem, EOS; verse, 7308-7350
by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished
Book ii - Bouquet with Love
Enter Asha - Junior Psychiatric Nurse
& William - Sufferer of schizophrenia
William speaks to Asha as she reads the book
he has written for her........, as you are doing.
William
How dusk has drawn suspicion from your eyes
these visits have become the long lost friend
who writes without reply - that's no surprise
the way I am adoring you, so don't pretend.
hesitates.......
I find that from a patients point of view
ideas are being listened with fondness for
returning, makes believe this has an end
I cannot help but trust you anymore.
gives her the book...
Pursue the words I've left with you in my will
a token of my love in words I cherish,
following the realms that often still
believe in you and care as much until..........
Asha
I have no time to listen - indeed read
the ridicules of someone you'll replace
who disappears tomorrow without trace.
silent pause...
Another cryptic message I'll not need.
William
Just read the words and feel it with your heart.
Decipher what you can without the pledge,
my writing has preferred and having had
a hope in hells chance pulling it apart,
gliding worse, the fate along a knife-edge.
Asha
I'll treasure what appears to be much work,
the task that your imprisonments have purged
preventing ways and means the seethings urged
a while back knowing often, how berserk
your actions were and how this book immerged.
Cannot a tear sufficient to your need
be borrowed like the journey of lost cause,
another real life story, feelings plead
when giving back the care my feeling was?
Tries to kiss her!
I have to go - how dare you do such things
my care, and least devotions are disgraced
the length of duty caring for you placed!
GET REAL!-
needing my mother is a fear I can do without,
Not you! I miss her so much!
Asha exits
William, (bringer of bad news?)
I know - I have bad news and this you'll find,
in time, when superstitions fill with hate
a sentinel of words - what sounder mind,
could echo truth when all that I create
is gifted not a curse but mere sedate.
Slumber from which all our dreams debate.... (pause)
It lingers while this love sustains as time
And sleeps while we awake no time at all.
I can accept love
I have time to learn
and earn
But
can I embrace compassion
I feel sure appreciates me
far more wisely
than I have yet earned?
Positive passions more pleasant
than I could ever find sufficient time
to brilliantly learn
My adoration spot
on this comedy central
AnalRetentive Stage
listing
lusting
more Left Winged
liberating
than Right Fringed
defensively sedating.
I am haunted
by an oppressively disabling gap
between what I have sufficient healthy time
to accomplish
to communicate
to experientially articulate
as anemically contrasted
to all I can imagine health
and safe wealth doing
togathering in this day,
this week,
this month,
this year,
this final decade
of my personal AnthroGay Pride
and WhitePrivilege
to prefer Black Lives MultiEnculturing Matter
and wild Paradise
PolyCulturing Pleasure
Win/Win bi-everything trans-thriving
positively contagious
as the clap
On a loved ones back
is my gay worldview sound
of one left hand liberally clapping
out FreeDom
ReStorative Justice
Love
Between my NonViolently WinWin Communicating
brothers and sisters
LeftBrain verbally dominant
claiming Peace
I nonverbally feel
RightBrain left outside
closeted ungay emotional neglect
In my polyculturally wise universe
feeling all EarthMother's love,
Polyester is always Lose/Lose trauma
bad news drama
while
PolyPathic Win/Win
evokes sacred warm
wet 1 within 0 zen rivers
of deeply penetrating gospel
Good regenerative humor
despite toxic rumors
that my indigenous EarthTribe
intentional family
and trauma-infested community
are suffering from an overheated climate
of monoculturing dementia
Increasingly difficult to recall
the love we have had time to learn
is earned one timeless
warm remembering moment
always liberally Here
as time conserving Now,
unconditionally warm
well-moisturized regard
For healthy hygiene
is next to wealthy
goddessness
A gay gratitude gift
more than sufficiently
out proud
well endowed.
i have saving grace
givin to me by our God
His grace sufficient
8/01/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
A Word to the Wise is Sufficient
By Elton Camp
We see a sign: “Next services 100 miles away,”
It would be a very good idea if we should obey
We better be sure that the car is full of gasoline
That in a restroom, too, we have just been seen
In an emergency, we might hide behind the car
But without any gas, we wouldn’t get very far
Thus, when gas and bathroom are that far away
It’s not wise to ignore and take a chance that day
Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s grace,
although the day has troubles of its own;
remain standing on the foundation of faith,
for the secret… is going before God’s throne.
Daily measures of mercies and love are available,
since Christ our advocate is making intercessions
that lift us up – for when we eventually fall down,
as the result of our sinful transgressions.
Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s joy,
although the day has troubles of its own;
God’s love for us has been made evident,
seeing the Son’s Salvation has been made known.
With a new day, stillness may certainly come;
unite your voice with eternity’s songs.
Become comfortable now for giving God praise,
in preparation of joining the heavenly throng.
Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s strength,
although the day has troubles of its own;
so lift us up after we fall again, as we realize…
that Your grace and peace has been already sown.
-Joe Breunig © 2012, All rights reserved.
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 6:34
She has strength hidden behind the sweet . . . She has a will of a
warrior concealed inside her compassionate heart. She guided others
to see the light, but she herself, saved her self from drowning.
And while she was the sun for many, she was her own moon;
her face reflecting the light of her burning bright soul. She
brightened up her dark nights with all her iridescent glow, when not
a single star would light a candle for her.
She was her own moon; reflecting the sun-like soul within herself.
Once an object of wrath
And deserving hell's fire
But Jesus took my bath'
Conflagration of God's ire
So an enemy no more;
I'm brought into God's fold
Carried through His door
And out of night's cold
He calls me His child
His heir and His bride
Though once an orphan wild
Now seated at Christ's side
And soon He'll return
When salvation's complete
When no longer I'll yearn
For His own face I'll meet!
Met have I An Incorrigible,
Who thinks himself The Eligible
For manning of a dirigible:
For all valued posts The Preferable
And The Toughest of The Capable...
To his admirers infallible
But to cheap impulse susceptible
And to pettiness vulnerable...
Yet, has he been quite acceptable,
His best doing to be fashionable
Always after the presentable
His self - image not winnable.
Still, it's been a voice inaudible
Speeches soon unintelligible
From ideas incomprehensible
Only a bit understandable;
In many ways, then, The Sufficient
And in as many The Deficient.
Ever since Adam sinned at the fall
sin has entered every human alive
bringing spiritual death upon us all
lost forever no matter how we strive
God has worked out a perfect plan
sending His own dear son to rescue man
this would take Him to Calvary's cross
shedding His blood for His own clan
But man hates to accept God's truth
for the gospel declares God's great love
showing how great He loves sinners
will man believe God is enough?
God's call to sinners to repent
sounds forth to every listening ear
that Jesus is the only sure way
to receive forgiveness that's so dear
God's sufficient provision for all sinners
His call is still open to the day
salvation is found only in Jesus Christ
eternal life is the prize for all who obey
("I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance.”)
Luke 5: 32 (esv)