I once saw an image of a large container like the ones at
the docks in my dream
as i wondered what it could mean
a smile soon began to gleam
God was showing me that our situations can not contain us
our circumstances can not contain us
even a large container has a door
there is always a way out
God will guide us through the dark valleys and get us out
the other side
when things are pressing in he will pull us out
nothing above or below nothing can take us from his hand
Jesus came to set the captives free
nothing can contain you
nothing can contain me Amen
Jesus came to set us free Amen
Nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I could be long
I could be short
I could be another line
That didn’t have the time
So all I did was wonder why
You could see me and so I’d feel seen
But I would still look the same
You could know me and so I’d be known
And yet I’d still be what I contain
My heart is open
It holds on to hoping
That you could feel how I feel
Until then my lips will still be sealed
Like a smile
Formed in denial
With no choice, but to wait a while
They filled me full of milk so white
Semi-skinned,fat free and light
The supermarket's, a place real cool
Full cream,my cousin, made folks drool
In and out of the fridge each day
Then,crushed in a recycle box,I lay
To the waste tip that week I went
Off to the plastic factory I soon was sent
Instead of rotting in brown earth
In a green revolution,I have rebirth
They filled me full of milk so white.....
There was an ample container of orange carrot soup.
Filled to the brim, overflowing onto a warm floor.
It is tasty and delicious, with consistency of goop.
Said the excited Rabbit, who could live here forevermore.
A plastic container of Ice Cream A Haiku
idyllic ice cream
a frozen strawberry eats
watching the plastic
change it’s color from
white to red strawberry red
ice cream frozen treat
cold enough to break
plastic container freezes
ice cream frozen treat
7/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
And how the wind howled around
the old container,
wheezed through the cracks,
laughed devilishly,
fed demonically on our emaciated
living remnants.
Huddled together, the small flame
of life and heartbeat pulsed
slowly, throbbed lethargic
And how the snow heaped up around
that old container...
Where in icy fear expectations rose
as time passed
When will be next
Who will be chosen
In arms clasped around near frozen
shoulders despair cried out in muffled
sobs
For knowing nothing, nothing would
matter.
And how long would in the creeping cold life
remain in this old container...
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February 23, 2017
© Darren White
A Container of Life
A vase, once filled with water and a small tree branch, blown by the wind and broken, left little water and a branch yet alive.
02202016 (PS Contest, In One Line ( Monoku #7) by Poet Destroyer A.
February 06, 2007
The Container
Contained around me is a wall you see.
Thick layers of molten and rock are here.
But the wind is what keeps bringing near.
And the Stars keep telling me to be me.
Shining down is a light that just might be.
Followed by decades and decades of year!
And swallowed up by all might for a fear!
Whisked away they were shining as they flee.
The Sun set ever so high.
And the Moon peered out.
You could reach the sky,
And knew what it is all about.
You do know it’s the restrainer?
Collecting contents in the container!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Our mind's a container
and we must do
what we must do
to daily retain 'er !
Copyright McCuen 2008