Best Take Hold Of Poems
Often I harken back
to a very wise poet,
how “life is but a stage”
of tender moments
splashed and splattered
by fierce jabs of passionate
heated rage
such opera the workings of
fallible human hearts~ such a
masterful organ still an infant
unwinding with tyrannic-like
stops and starts
Where would poetry be
without feeling words
and colorful flourishes?
Where? Without reckless splashes
on canvas wall and trampled over
floor – saturated flamboyant
brushes ever mixing and dabbing
seeking and grabbing smoothing and
rubbing out fillings satisfying
while definitions left
spatially wanting
for the poet draws as he writes
from wells deeper tributaries distant
less regulated winding streams of uncoagulated self
seeing one's soul somewhere between ignorance
and all knowing ever greater for its never finding
ever seeking ever flowing
Indeed “life is but a stage,”
every breath a potential scripted
unscripted page every exhale a new dissolve
for the air to take hold of and fly with
Never cheat ambient emotion
of heights and potential lows
Never set passion wastefully adrift
let the spirit give full body a heartfelt
push into uncharted always somewhat
perilous yet marvelous revealing lift–
Another beautiful day has come to a close
putting on my royal blue silken pajamas
I call to my sweet one
come take hold of my outstretched hand.
We bow our heads and thank Him.
Lord thank you for another terrific day
for allowing the sun to rise up and shine
thank you for warm gentle breezes
that allowed us to fly our kites
bringing so many bubbly smiles on our children
Thank you dear Lord for the flowing stream
and the wildflowers we saw along the way
in our hunt for frogs and turtles.
Thank you Lord for the food that we ate
and the air that we breathed.
It was such an exhilarating day.
Thank you Lord for all the joy you bring
the song of love you allow me to sing
Thank you for bringing into my life
a most beautiful soul,
for gorgeous and happy children,
and for making our lives whole
So much to be grateful for dear Lord
but none of my humble words
are ever enough to praise you.
Dear Lord
It's my time to beg now
So dont go away just yet
I beg you for forgiveness
for any harm I might have caused
to my sister, or my brother
to my working colleagues or any other
I beg forgivness for all the times
I choose the pleasure of darkness
over what is really the bright side of life.
Dear Lord, make men better husbands
and make me a good wife.
Dear Lord I beg you
let not envy, power, success nor selfishness
steal the purpose of my living
and of what is right.
Make me a better person Lord
Help me choose You as my guide
Let me be a faitful being
to those who are in burden
Help me to do little things everyday
little things that make a difference
to those i love, and those who pass my way
Let me be a lending ear
Let my smile relieve some pain
Let me be at least one colour of the rainbow
in their loneliness, in tearful rain
Dear lord may those I meet in every street
recognize I am Your own, not from my words
but from my kindred deeds
Last but not least, fill my heart with blissful grace
as I share this serene night
with the one you chose for me
the one who has the most angelic face.
Together Lord we thank you
The night air flowed over my breath
The covers not quite keeping me warm
Dreams caressing my past
My lover whispers in my ear
Sweet words, with her loving touch
Times long ago, where tenderness would flow
Her perfume flys away with the wind
Happy days my only true possessions
ahhh but love is not as it once was
Age makes the windmill turn slower
My lover caressing my pain
Raindrops falling, aroused in the wet rain
She my life, now I live with thoughts inane
Shivering,
She releases me from both pleasure and pain
Dreams of her splatter all over on top
My cover only a cardboard box
Wet from the weather
in the alley where I sleep
At dawn, there is a sharp pain in my rib
"out your bum, get the hell away"
Kicked and bruised I grab what I can
All I can think of is to run run run
Limping, onwards to the park
I feel a firm hand take hold of me
Stop young man, its raining cant you see?
Shocked I try to escape, fear invades me
In a softer tone the man says
Come with me son, out of the rain
The shelter is over there, close to your park
A warm meal, and and fresh bath will do you good
Father O'Brien pats the new one Davey on the back
Welcome son, here's a book if you care to read
Davey still in skeptical mode, being treated as human
Father O'Brien see this in his heavy eyes
He looks at Davey and whispers
I was once you, you see
The hand of love
Can mend a thousand hearts
When like the seeds of blooming flowers
We spread the love we were handed
The Jab
I am somewhat disenchanted by what I’ve seen and read
Antivaxxers believe the lie that soon the vaccinated will be dead
That our leaders are out to get us, dictating what we need
and will decrease the population by deciding how we breed
I’ve heard more twisted theories in my time upon this rock
made so much worse with rumors on you tube and tic tok
I pray that common sense will soon take hold of every friend
Covid 19 is NOT just another virus. Don’t let it be your end
Remember mumps, measles, tetanus and whooping cough
They were cured by science, not a de wormer in a trough
Think of polio, rubella, diphtheria, hepatitis B and A
Thanks to vaccinations, these diseases were kept at bay
This world is full of deadly germs, we make perfect hosts
Please listen to the doctors instead of any ill-informed posts
Life is short, so show respect for the time you’ve got
Think of others, not just yourself. Now go and get your shot!
Alone, in Paris
The flowers sing
Le jardin du Luxembourg
I look at all the pretty ladies
Which one of them pray tell
Is you
The one who wishes for that sweet caress
The one whose painting hangs on the wall
The one who knows beauty runs deeper
Than a river running to kiss the oceans swell
The grandest of castles with candles dim
There in the damp night would bonds begin
If only you would listen to my whispers deep
Forgiving the scars I have suffered
As in the night I have wept
Napoleon marched forth across great lands
I the knight have lesser demands
If only you, whoever you are
Would take hold of me
As we dance away our eternities
Sur le pont de Avignon
Where the river flows
Like poetry
They are poor…they’re removed, they struggle through life,
Every day is a burden on the edge of a knife,
They’re stuck in the circle, that’s all that they know,
And there’s not work around, and nowhere to go.
But a man full of promise says he does understand,
‘My names Uncle Sam, please take hold of my hand,
I’ll break the circle, and then I’ll bring you back,
After a year from somewhere in Iraq.’
She stands at the cemetery gates.
A small bunch of roses and holding back tears.
Just three hundred steps to a name etched in stone
That’s all she has now… for nineteen years.
On the mantelpiece over the burning wood fire,
A son’s photos, citations from her country’s desire
as she sits and she weeps on the madness of war,
And his last words she heard, “What am I fighting for?”
She stands at the cemetery gates.
A small bunch of roses and holding back tears.
Just three hundred steps to a name etched in stone
That’s all she has now… for nineteen years.
2nd January 2010 ©Lindsay Laurie
Would I be a desert flower
To beguile your wandering eye
Where you hesitate a moment
To peruse a flower such as I.
As you so lovingly marvel
At the fragrance of my bloom
And your gentle touch lays a shiver
To put a blush upon my plume.
Would I be a mighty oak tree
Stretching tall towards the sky
To fill your heart with wonder
As you're slowly passing by
And sit with me this summer day
to pass away the hours
While you slyly press against me so
To avoid a mid-day shower.
Would I be a double rainbow
To slake and take your breath away
With my colors drab and muted
Compared to the beauty you display.
But you see in me some worthiness
Causing your heart to skip a beat
As you leap and laugh through dappled grass
With a bounteous world beneath your feet.
Would I be the sun from high above
To warm you in your stead.
But I could never bear to leave you so
When twilight sends me to my bed.
I would then take hold of life's celestial keys
And send a baffled Nature to her room
So I could be the sun in the light of day
And at night I'd be the moon.
Could I be a rainbow, sun, tree or flower?
I will now answer brash and true.
I would be all these things and many more...
Just to love and honor you.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyond the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
Note: Smile ~ A repost as a contribution
towards the Halloween spirit here at..
..Poetry Soup!:) ~
It is the evening I have waited for,
stiletto heels three inches high adorned my feet,
real nylons hung from garters beneath a
skin tight, leather skirt of maraschino cherry-red.
A blouse of white silk, with a cascade of ruffles,
played peek-a-boo with my décolletage.
Outdoors, the rain pounded the asphalt
making the reality of his arrival even more bizarre.
A Harley barrels into the driveway.
Apparently, he thinks
he is Marlon Brando
and I am Stella?
I stand on the porch, a black umbrella
covering my new do, and watch as he
saunters through the puddles on the concrete walk.
The color of the umbrella my only
non-incongruent element in the frame, the scene made.
His smile was like a box of Chiclet's
on his clean shaven face.
He kisses me.
I lick the raindrop
from the tip of his Roman nose
and take hold of his Russian fingers.
He tosses my umbrella on the porch,
throws his black leather jacket over my shoulders,
lifts me off my feet, and carries me to the bike.
The sun breaks through the clouds and the rain stops,
just in time for the neighbors to glare at the sight of my legs
reflecting on the bikes chrome work.
Shake their respective heads
and donate a few wolf whistles.
Turn your doleful eyes to the dimly lit sky
The last you'll see of moon and stars is when our shards of fire die.
Take hold of me,Don't set me free
Your heart won't let you whisper goodbye.
Like olden times on the brown horse
Let's ride away, by forest lakes into the night,
In a log cabin,We'll bathe and sleep
to the warm glow of candle-lights.
As the wind wafts outside the door,
Catch me in your arms ,like autumn leaves catch the first rain,
As my slow-hands like dancing flames reach out for you,
Through flickering shadows call out my name.
September 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Zechariah 1-8
Key Verse – Zechariah 1:6 But my words and my statutes, which I commanded my servants the prophets, did they not take hold of your fathers? and they returned and said, Like as the LORD of hosts thought to do unto us, according to our ways, and according to our doings, so hath he dealt with us.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DEALING WITH ME BY YOUR LOVE
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s compassionate ways
Despite my sinfulness against Your holy praise
Along my indulgence toward worldly plays…
Please forgive me of my iniquities through Your sanctification-grace.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s constant mercy
Despite my unfaithfulness against Your helpful consistency
Along my laxity toward slothful complacency…
Please pardon me of my indolence through Your conversion-clemency.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s disciplining chastisement
Despite my rebelliousness against Your serene encouragement
Along my stubbornness toward wayward impairment…
Please correct me of my disobedience through Your admonition-involvement.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s delightful pleasure
Despite my unmindfulness against Your offered fellowship’s treasure
Along my preference toward humanistic leisure…
Please transform me from my apathy through Your kindness-pressure.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s guiding wisdom
Despite my foolishness against Your heavenly kingdom
Along my ignorance toward doubt-filled boredom…
Please unchain me from my selfishness through Your Bible truth-freedom.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s gentle care
Despite my hardheadedness against Your watchful stare
Along my backsliding toward destructive nightmare…
Please pull me from my downfall through Your might-welfare.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s supreme authority
Despite my haughtiness against Your dominion’s authority
Along my hypocrisy toward futile vanity…
Please deliver me from arrogance through Your leadership-majesty.
September 5, 2022
Angel, if you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on
Then, God led you to the right place
Dry your eyes and I'll help move you forward
Because it's those tears that you’ll learn to replace
Angel, if you’re interested in changing your journey
Then, you need a way out, you need a change
When you live in silence, nobody takes notice
That you have grown, let's get you out of that cage
You must become aware of what you're thinking each day
Then look inside to where you feel the most pain
Write down all your thoughts as you think them
Because through awareness, you'll change the game
So, if you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on
I’ll be here, dry your tears and move on
Because, when you take hold of your thinking, you’ll begin healing
And you’ll wake up a soul that has been asleep for too long..
© Giggles the Poet
April 8, 2017
Nobody said changing would be easy, and Rome wasn't built in a day either...lol But, look at how beautiful it is.??
At times it will be very uncomfortable, but that is just your mind and body detoxifying.....When you listen to Sound Therapy, you'll feel it quicker, but at the same time, its the most gratifying experience you'll ever go through. And in the end, you actually thank yourself for sticking it out.
I am looking blindly into the fridge
Searching and savouring the chilled air, I reach in
Take hold of a strawberry and hand it to you.
Its body, fresh and pure can relax in your palm.
You are the keeper of my heart.
Its many eyes, black seeds that rest around
The waist, sleep in cycles, stare out into the darkness.
It remains on your flesh, Merges like a collage with the twists and bends.
As time passes, its chill dwindles. Harsh heat invades the creases.
Its natural form bleeds away in a sticky juice.
Three lives left to play
but that's only in the game.
This life I live each day
is only moments unclaimed.
So hurried and fast
now is all we really have
and too easily slips in seconds passed,
a lifetime suddenly cut in halve.
Take hold of every moment left
do with it your very best
be wary of time's awaiting theft.
knowing, we are but life's guest.
'Twas the night before Christmas...I was home all alone
I had nothing to do...so I wrote down a poem
I just couldn't get it...my poem to look right
Perhaps, it would look better...if I had turned on the light
Words were mspeld...and some were left out
The light would have helped...for sure, no doubt
Ten times I re-wrote it...I drank ten cups of tea
It took me ten hours...boy oh boy, ten times I did pee
I wrote about Santa...for all the children to believe
I figured out what to write...I had a trick up my sleeve
I wrote in my poem...so that all the kids knew
That Santa's real mother...well, she was a Jew
After finishing my poem...I readied myself
I fixed up my sleigh...and I hired an elf
To take hold of the reigns...and to deliver my poem
To put in the stockings...in every kids home
The Night Before Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
11/23/2018