Best Usher In Poems
A poem lovely as the dawn
With gems of dew upon the lawn
From an empty page words will spark
As dawn once more defeats the dark
Bringing to us a day thats new
Lovely skies of tangerine too
And birds sweetly sing from the trees
To usher in a gentle breeze
Words will flow from the poet's pen
As light meanders in the glen
New possibilties come our way
Thank the Lord for a brand new day
3-4-2022
A Poem Lovely As Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
They kick God out of classrooms
And evil walks right in
Innocents are led to slaughter
Before their lives can even begin
Our jaws drop from the shock
We are appalled by such a crime,
But we voted for laws to kick god out
To usher in such times
I remember morning prayers in class
And a hymn or two we'd sing
We would join hands around the flagpole
A give thanks for the grace he brings.
This nation was founded on godly principals
And his blessings poured out each day
But we grew up trying it on our own
And look at the troubles that come our way.
You dont have to believe me
And keep turning your head away
But the proof is happening before our eyes
And gets worse each passing day
Theres now a number of innocent children,
Who are sitting before Gods throne
And hes wrapping his love around them
Because this world has let them go.
How much suffering must we endure
What will it take to make things right
We must allow God to rule our lives
Til evil is banished from our sight.
We can blame it on the monsters
Or some will curse God for what was done
But we should look real hard at our own direction
If this battle is truly to be won
Creedence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners a latitudes sprinkling
Flowering waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance unto the destined temple
Of the blessed, as eternal Soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
Profound, laid afore this starlit altar
Treasures as verse whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of her organs keys....
Assembling choirs their Angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies in harmonic chords
Whileas the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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..In, through the Autumn's Door ~
Form:
Uprooting dreams
of yesterday,
time sows the seeds
of tomorrow.
Grey clouds shed tears
in April rains,
as winter wanes
and warmth abounds.
Fleeing far-flung
sanctuaries,
migrating birds
start heading home.
And on the winds
of open sky,
caterpillars
try newfound wings.
Wild trillium
and daffodil,
usher in the
first days of spring.
And tulips flaunt
their waxen bells
atop stems of
emerald green.
Mother Earth awakens, in subtle pastel hues
Aspen leaves flutter and quake, shaking off the morning dew
Morning stirs, and Hummingbird wings whir and trill, just out of sight
Columbines dance on a pine scented breeze, solely to their delight
Mother Earth enjoys the day, basking in suns glow
or splashing in the rain showers and watching flowers grow
Whispered secrets on the wind, ancient wisdoms to impart
keeping silent vigil, she hears them stir within her heart.
Mother Earth lays down to sleep, bright colors paint the sky
evening shadows blanket her shoulders, as she closes her eyes
Pine trees shush their lullabies, and usher in the night
the taste of dew hangs in the air, as stars begin to light
The time of day to power a poet's fancy
Is that delay between the day and night
When rosy glows streak in the west horizon;
That lovely interlude we call twilight.
Somewhere between the daylight and the darkness,
The remnants of the sun still hanging there,
The twilight chases burdens of the daytime,
And gives us sweet respite from daily care
This mystic time the poets call the gloaming,
A lingering salute to end of day,
Comes long enough to usher in the nighttime
And welcome in the moon and star display.
This half-light often brings quixotic dreaming,
Lulling noisy birds to join the quietude.
A gift from God for those of lonely spirit,
Bestowed on them to bless their solitude.
White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!
Greet the little King,
who has been born in a cold manger
on the holiest of nights;
and by the glitter of a descending star,
He will spread peace in the land...
follow the shepherds and find that sight!
My gift to Him is my joyful song,
and with this clarinet I will usher in His coming...
walk side by side with the pretty angels and rejoice;
bring Him your gift, and surround Him with joy!
See the three Magi arriving on jewel-draped camels,
holding in their laps the gifts of His destiny.
A winter's night has always been completely bright,
every hill is hidden by darkness, but an heavenly light
appears across the frosty sky of Bethlehem, while divine
voices announce Emmanuel's glorious birth,
everyone wakes up and sees that star and follows it;
and where it stops, they find a baby without a crown.
Greet the Son of the Highest, the Wonderful Redeemer,
whom the Virgin Mary has borne in the humblest of places...
in the small town without a temple, or a palace for the Emperor,
where Mary and Joseph will train their child in Godly ways;
greet the little king, He will smile and invite you in,
and His smile will spread peace beyond the star-lit hill.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
BEAUTIFUL FALL
Blowing winds usher in colorful fall's parade
Elusive as a butterfly on the wing in an
Atmosphere that changes everything.
Uniting leaves to depart from their boughs,
Trees dressed in scarlet, gold, orange and brown
Inflight, twirl and dance their way toward ground
Filling eyes with such breathless imagery
Until the last leaf has retired to rest
Leaving bare trees to welcome snowdrifts.
Fall arrayed in hues to warm us from her chill
Always gives us grace from summer heat
Loveliest season of the year when
Lovers rejoice in the poetic beauty of it all.
9-5-18
Nature constantly calls to man through wondrous colors and endless song
As stewards of her magnificent beauty, to lend respect while yet, we're strong
Seek wisdom in her silent messages brought to bear as seasons change
So our children may inherit a beautiful legacy and learn to live healthily and long
Blessed is our world with four elements, earth, wind, water and fire
Given to sustain perfect balance, by maintaining nature's desire
They preserve these sacred cathedrals in which creation may freely worship
Wherein all souls may congregate, finding peaceful respite and aspire
The glorious sun spreads brilliant light and heat, as it feeds, it heals
The wind blows, wherever guided; dispersing sleeping seeds
And rain falls in the right measure to sustain in and out of time
As Mother Earth retains her fertility while blissfully she serves our needs
This oneness, so sublime, exemplifies sweet serenity which exudes
Reminding us that in harmony, we would long exist if peace, we include
Earth would remain a haven in the universe, where God's creatures may fully thrive
To ignore stressful pleas would usher in dark days, and life as we know, will elude
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For John's Freeman's "Rubbiyat" Contest
Inspired by a photo of tranquility in nature
Credence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This autumns door....
Such colourful banners of latitudes sprinkling
Flowing waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance to the destined temple
Of the blessed, and eternal soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
"Profound," laid afore this starlit alter
Treasures as verse, whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of the organs keys....
Assembling choirs of angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies of harmonies chords
While the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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In, through the autumns door ~
Form:
The Earth To Be Full Of His Glory
The Heavens oh God declare Your awesome glory
giving heed to Your presence so high above
but yet my Lord so great and so majestic You are
still You want to fill the heart of man with Your love.
Your glory, my Father is soon to be seen
for You are going to disclose
Yourself to Your creation
opening to it one of Heaven’s glorious doors.
Angelic visitations in the earth
will soon be on the rise
signs, miracles and wonders to with such mind boggling events
to happen just before our very eyes.
There will be no doubt for man will say
this something that only a Great God can do
for look at all these miracles He has
done my brother my sister for me and for you.
Then His remnant church will rise
out of the religious body of faith now so dead
and with sword in hand and with a shield of faith
will by their God march forth and by Him they will be led.
Camping under His cloud of Glory
like His people of the past
only this time His Glory
on earth will be cut so short and it will not last.
This glory will usher in that
last day great harvest of souls
and once this job has been accomplished
off to Heaven His Bride will go.
Oh Father to know Your Glory and
awesome presence now so complete
Lord my all I surrender so totally to You come and by your Spirit
direct this child and order this path for my feet.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
9/23/1995
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can awaken a dream,
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can usher in spring.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can ring out true,
One life can make a difference,
And it only takes one child,
To teach the whole world
Something it never knew.
After the hustle and bustle of a hectic day,
The sun slowly fades from the sky,
Twilight stands ready to usher in the night,
Getting ready to unveil itself
Into another starry array,
Solitude drifts in on the evening wind,
And lingers until the morning sun
And the start of a new day,
And in the stillness of the hour,
You can feel the presence of Gods power,
As you look toward heaven
And the awesome starry display.
Oh Lord please tell me what Isaiah meant
That “the wilderness and the dry land shall be glad;
the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus?”
I look out at the full moon in the morning atop an unfinished Cube Smart
Storage facility, the I-76 highway buzzes in the foreground. The rolling hills of empty tree tops
just barely hiding the myriad of man made shapes beneath
I cant stop looking at the moon, the sunrise at my back out of sight
behind this worthless building
but painting all the clouds around the moon with a gray-pink.
I tear up thinking of a line that I could never quite get to work in a poem
Give back to Caesar this un-beating heart
And unto you oh God my soul depart.
There's something there but its still kind of corny.
Too forced, too rhythmic.
I get a text from my foreman
“Sorry was on the phone coming up now.”
I see you God in the little moments,
But they don't last very long.
“Draw near O nations, to hear
and give attention O peoples!
Let the earth hear, and all that fills it.
For the Lord is enraged against all the nations
And furious against all their host;
He has devoted them to destruction, has given them over to slaughter.
Their slain shall be cast out, and the stench of their corpses shall rise;
The mountains shall flow with their blood.”
A truck passes by using its engine brakes BRAP BRAP BRAP BRAP
“Thorns shall grow over its strongholds, nettles and thistles in its fortresses
It shall be the haunt of jackals an abode for ostriches.”
Ostriches on the highway, I’m into it. I don't really get off on the stench of corpses like Isaiah though.
Why the love of vengeance Lord?
I’d like to think Isaiah an imperfect messenger. But I get the anger over the destruction of nature
Tell me Lord if this world will be destroyed? Will you let our selfishness destroy everything?
It seems like its getting pretty close.
Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done.
Please Lord protect the Earth and let me be an instrument for You, Eternal Love;
And to help usher in The Kingdom
Amen.