Best Trustingly Poems
There abated consumed lust
Dusting the shelf
Off from molding musk
Due to LOVELESS rust
Lovingly I trust do fuss
With heart felt musts
Relinquish all to love
Do send loving tidings
This one day
Come this way come to
Stay falling far for the
LANGUAGE OF POETRY
Postman' s bin bring SONG
In mailbox din
There be a word a name and such
Poems bring smooth MELLOW
Velvet days
Poems bring trustingly aromatic ways
Daisies when dew point peaks
Poems bring what poets muse
Is what poets speak of song
Consumes song of lives lived
By loving lust in beautifying
Surname mine abandoned rhyme
Dry as Potter's field
Tell me your consummation REVEAL
What you will affirmation with hands
Of steel
Where you live leaves wrestle at the
Base of trees lust for life reprieve
Alive and grieve
Oh, unfeeling God
Am I ever permitted to know
why the one who was still so much needed
was the one who was chosen to go?
With all my soul I beg of you
turn not your ears from my plea.
Oh, unfeeling God
Why my deep pain do you not see?
Oh, unhearing God
You know that I would have given my all
if I could have kept my beloved
until I too, had answered your call.
I would gladly have carried the burden,
would have taken his illness and pain.
Oh, unhearing God
Why do you keep me pleading in vain?
Oh, far away God
Was Heaven’s need so much greater than ours?
If so please give me a sign Lord,
I have searched and I’ve searched in your stars.
I beseech you to love him as I did
So he will not feel so alone.
Oh, far away God
Do you not hear my sad moan?
Oh, forgiving God
Perhaps I loved him too much Lord,
in the way that I should have loved You.
If so I now give you my solemn word.
I did what I thought I should do.
I taught him to be good and true.
Oh, forgiving God,
Did I forget or neglect to thank you?
Oh, loving God
For my selfishness I vow to atone.
I’ll praise you each day for the blessing
of the child I forgot was on loan.
He was your own precious creation
whom you trustingly put in my care.
Oh, loving God
Will you comfort my pain hard to bear?
For Paula's " Beseech" form won no. 4
I see the colors of God
in the blue of sky, in
the glorious sunsets--
His passion on brilliant
display—I see His gold
in the swaying wheat
and in the blossoming
glens, ripe with wings and
musical droning...
I see His constantly
changing shapes, my eyes a
pallet and canvas of restless
tinctures and swirling hues—
life is avionics!
(acrobats us all!)--our
hearts most comfortable
with wings and flights,
magic vistas that dazzle
both mind and spirit,
the highs we inhale
and the mists
we trustingly explore—
we are dreamers…
I see God sleeping
and awakening...
in peaks and valleys of
dark, enchanting depths;
I see God in the vast cosmos--
hear His call, and hark-in to
his wonder and power.
I see
God through His eyes that
He gave me—my love personified
with each new one of His
ever brighter
newly arousing dawns.
I see God, and with each
revelation...love and
adore Him exponentially
more, despite His often
fickle-man….
Like a rose in the shade of a tree,
So are you as you stand beside me;
You are lovely and breathe purity:
I your shade and protection will be.
Like a shell on the sand of the sea,
So are you as you will trustingly
Seek support and direction from me,
Adding color and grace charmingly.
As cathedral stained windows shine bright,
So are you as unique in my sight;
And you shed on each person the light
That shines through you by doing what's right.
As the stars shine like gems in the night,
So are you my unending delight,
When my eye to your eye locks in sight,
And my heart to your heart will unite.
Like the crystals of sparkling snow
Virgin white in the winter winds blow
Yet in rainbows reflecting the glow
Of the sun, so are you- this I know.
Like the rings in the water that grow
On the lake when out boating we go,
And the oars spread them out while I row,
So are you when my heart's filled with woe;
You reach into my heart way down low
And your touch spreads like rings down below;
So are you, this is you- this I know.
I Awaken a child
to the nearness of my mother;
Feeling her breath of warmth--
(apparent is the joy
on her face
a labor well done);
my eyes maturing
not quite focus
I trustingly reach
for her special day
and mine
our discovery;
it is the grasp
of a newborn,
and the surrendering
of an
infinite universe
to love....
As we have all come to know and accept
That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped
It’s either you’re stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress
Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress
Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter
However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder
For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady
A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy
A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man
So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan
This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant
Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat
Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability
Viewed by society as a mere object of instability
I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male’s shadow
For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow
Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect
And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect
Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin
So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean
Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine
For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define
As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness
For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress
Like my father I have a farmer's soul.
I appreciate the Earth.
I know all plants must have good soil
To survive for Spring's rebirth.
Of course all elements are important
In Nature's grand renewal plan;
But the ground lies there so trustingly
From destruction or mercy of man.
I rent my sixty acres, yearly
To a wise and educated farmer;
Who treats the land so gently
It would make your heart beat warmer.
He believes in plant rotation,
Organic fertilizers are a must.
At the mart his lovely tulips
Put most others in the dust.
Whether one works the land for profit,
Or love of Nature is the reason,
One must recognize the needs of Earth
To have success each growing season.
Written: 3/5/16
Qualitative’s Quantitative Dilemma
by Odin Roark
Numbers in checkers
Numbers in chess
Thinking beyond 2 + 2 = 4
Knowing 2 & 2
Portends extension
Invites the mind to ponder
Knowing a concluded 4
Indubitably finite
And so it goes
This constant tug-of-war
Placing the challenging value of quality
Against the easier calculated quantity
Like the riches of a fairytale ruler
Versus the needs-fulfilled of the provincial
One wallows in numbers for counting
While the other sees their every move
That of thinking through what constitutes
The next hour’s harvest of nourishment
Who is with the fear of losing?
The burden of fright?
Who smiles trustingly on patience?
The gift of nurturing?
If life were a board game
Which terrain would you choose?
That of hop skip and jump
The plundering of any spoils within reach
Or that which demands careful decision
Where precise positioning of tomorrow
May continue to provide all one needs
While protecting all worth dying for
That stealth-like foreshadowing gift
Answering one of history’s
Exhaustive conundrums
Must quality of long-term goals
Always be threatened by
Quantity of short-term rewards?
"Grace And Mercy, LORD Make YOUR Shield For Me"
If turmoil and turbulence decide to head this way
to bring darkness and trouble throughout my day,
Under the wings of an Eagle shall I be,
"Grace And Mercy, LORD Make YOUR Shield For Me!"
When there's ten thousand enemy circled about
and it's utterly hopeless with no way out,
with YOUR Armor I'll achieve the "Victory!"
"Grace And Mercy, LORD Make YOUR Shield For Me!"
This Life with it's many twists and turns,
Yes, the stove's hot and yes, Fire does burn!
I seek your protection and ask this humbly,
"Grace And Mercy, LORD Make YOUR Shield For Me!"
When faced with those who only want to spew Hate
and if descending to return in kind I did contemplate,
I remember that "in ignorance some do live blissfully",
"Grace And Mercy, LORD Make YOUR Shield For Me!"
If the unexpected unexpectedly does arise
trying to test my last nerve and it really tries,
I will maintain composure and proclaim quite trustingly
"Grace And Mercy, LORD Make YOUR Shield For Me!"
Whatever I may face down the road in this life
be it turmoil, roadblocks, pain or even strife,
with head bowed and I'll say on bended knee,
"Grace And Mercy, LORD Make YOUR Shield For Me!"
WTA-IV 3/31/2016
Tarnishing through timing
Three times trustingly
Triple traps tripping too
Trounced twice tingling
Telepathically trudging
Teaming tremendous tasks
Tell Timmy to take tally
Tarnished Through Timing
Guardian angel to our boys
Eighteen plus years she gave us joy
Within her last years she lost her way
Doggy dementia slowly took her away
Heart wrenching decision stays with me still
But here I will tell it with strength of will
Her face with eyes of liquid brown
Trustingly upon my arm lays down
My fingers gently stroking velvet ears
She looks at me and shows no fear
I place a kiss between her eyes
She licks my face one last time
As her eyes slowly close
The rythym of breathing starts to slow
Stethoscope placed against her heart
I hear those words "She's gone now" miles apart
My tears flow strong, free, unchecked
It's a decision I'm still not over yet
Kola (Black Phantoms Kolvaka)
Siberian Husky
Female
We still talk about and miss you to this day
Placement:6th
Why need we insist on a difference
worthy of significant notice
between universal empathy
and uniting trust in co-relational health?
Whose interests,
economic and/or political,
are served by severing
external face of nature's intelligent form
from integrity's internal spirit of regenerate function,
co-empathic trust,
or whatever unlanguaged choices our insides inductively feel
and then deductively-reductively,
yet trustingly,
think feel right
and true,
and good,
and rationally balanced?
How could universal Yang's empathy
not include unitarian Yin's integrity of regenerative trust
in DNA's and older RNA's decompositional holonic mirrors
of enthymematic fertile rememory?
Why would ought else feel and sound and think
as antipathic negative powers of dissonance,
anticipating chronic ecopolitical paranoia,
vulnerable to further sociopathic condemnation,
exacting higher educational and parenting standards
for ever more fear and anger management?
after being constantly degraded elmer fudd getting hot inside just kept lossing more navigable opportunities per quarter relying solely trustingly upon volunteers while xeroxing Yan'kee zeal
(does this remind anybody of the current "Debt Crisses")
So Much To Thank You For Lord
Eyes to view the beauty of this glorious land...
Of mountains, trees, creatures. flowers and lakes....
Gifts generously decorate earth sent from Your Command.
Ears to hear leaves rustling as the wind passes by...
The laughter of children at play 'neath a summer sky.
A babbling brook, a croaking frog..Nature in harmony.
A soldier's footsteps walking through the gate.
Is sweeter than a symphony.
Nostrils to inhale Springtime fragrances that fill the eager air
Aroma of a roasting turkey on Christmas Day for family to gratefully share.
The touch of a child's hand clasped trustingly in your own....of wet grass beneath naked feet as they hurry home.
The taste of an early morning dew drop, a slice of Mama's homemade pie, cool drink from a mountain stream, the salty tear drop from a much needed cry.
And when You send the rains Lord... I am drawn outdoors to be drenched in the refreshing flood.
I'm reminded of the sacrifice You gave so sinners could be saved through your Love and Precious Blood.
Reflections by JMDonnellyEllis March 17 2015
" ...betrayal begins with trust." Quote_ Phish
Betrayal is the cold shiny sword
of stalking deception,
sheathed in scabbard of trust.
Its two-edged blade is
honed to razor sharp,
ready to thrust, lunge and parry
a touche touch.
Betrayal is two-faced
and unreliable.
There's a switch blade in
the hand that reaches out
trustingly and faithfully
for more of you.
So as trust grows,
beware that it sows
the seeds of scorns
in the thorns
of treachery
and bribery.