Some life events have forced me into deep water,
and I reached out for my hand of protection.
Until that day life had seen me as a squatter,
the hand that I sought wasn’t one of rejection.
I wasn’t knowledgeable of correct words to say,
my prayer that day, was Lord, save me a sinner.
He altered the heart that earlier was as clay,
placing in me the heart of a new beginner.
Since then I’ve been forced to sink or swim,
when issues were causing my life to fade.
On each occasion when all hope looked grim,
in faith believing my life would be stayed.
I can’t do very much, because I’m just a man,
but praise God I know the man with a plan.
Into Deep Water Did Like To Lunge
Trump had seemed to be such a sponge;
Into incredible debt country did plunge,
We could never favor;
Due to poor behavior;
Into deep water always liked to lunge.
Jim Horn
Splendor of life in realms of deep water,
boulders and sand in tumultuous touch.
a tranquil maelstrom roars in all quarter,
menthol blue mosaic, snow waves in clutch.
Burning sun flames, sea absorbs all yellow
for tides to revel in whiteness of moon.
waves thunder, in a music that's mellow
in language of land, to live in commune.
Those uncounted hours of outward passion,
oyster in patience gives birth to a pearl.
all eyes and voice, in bottomless ocean,
nature in harmony, no noise, no whirl.
Cursory crashes on shore doesn't matter,
Splendor of life in realms of deep water.
13th May 2019
10 syllables in each line - howmanysyllables
Dale Gregory Cozart sponsored Nature Scene Orphan Sonnet contest
Spring sneaks through our path in the wake of
hints still left from winter. Snow white pillows have been shoved
and scattered. Timeless treasures of floral engagement blooms,
earthy perfume plants still entering into our world.
Twill nightfall's and an ocean of abstract wildlife
settle for the night or feed under the moonlight.
The early starlet sun rises with hints of scarlet blush
and the pop warmth of tangerine glowing gloss.
I crawled out of my warm sleeping bag and small tent
reborn from a good night's sleep; into a picturesque
cool, and crisp morning on the craters rim
to a view of the cobalt blue lake and hot spring.
12/26/2018
I feel like I am in a submarine diving deeper and deeper into my soul
Each time I write my poetry I hear this sound of dive, dive, dive
Ever time I look though my para scope I see your poetry
You bring me hope that some day my torpedo will hit the target
When I surface above the water I can see the clear blue sky's
Hopefully my poetry can bring light to your eyes
As you load my sub with supply’s I hear your harmony
When I get back home from my mission writing my poetry
I feel this calm and peace within me when I create my poetry
he found his love in deep water
there she was a roasted beauty queen lying on the beach
he moved towards her, inch by inch and then he met her reach
she came out of her shell
and that broke the spell
perfect, she was a hermit too living on rock bottom's breach
connie pachecho
3/11/17
These belong to the eyes.
They are clumsy, my eyes
Because they are always dropping tears.
Tears are crystals of liquid,
Shimmering in light,
Impossibly beautiful,
As though their meaning is good.
Why are the gems that fall
Why are they like diamonds?
Sparkling, as if snowflakes?
Their facets are eyes,
Their mines, your emotions,
How did this come to be?
Tears are the gems of your heart.
They show what you think,
Your thoughts are written on these precious stones.
They are merely water,
Yet powerful enough to shift the heavy burden of a Mind.
And they come without warning,
These stones of feeling.
They carve tracks
Into the weathered stone
Of your face.
They are waterfalls
That wash the colour of the world
Out of your eyes.
They drip,
Less than blood,
But still as thick,
And sweeter.
But they cause you to see less colour,
It has been washed away by those rivers
Of ocean water.
So tears cannot stop.
As long as you cannot,
Neither can they.
Sign
of
the times-
coral reef
degeneration
U don’t care
About my beach walks
But those I took in hell.
U don’t care
For sunny days
Just that I’m not well.
Funny How we
Wish us bad
It’s a better story
To tell.
All along life's pathway
Many acquaintances I meet
But oft time by grace
God gives, someone I didn't seek
And through the years
Graciousness with glory, becomes a peak...
"Of Him in her" "Of Him in him"
And God's Life, In Her, In Him,
IS
A 'Well Spring' from which I drink.
Our Heavenly Father
Is so loving, so good, so kind
That
My heart fills and thrills with gratitude
As His Goodness in friends I find.
And;
I am so blessed that I cry....as verily
It is YOU, the Spirit depicts
In whom I am allowed to drink.
Dearest darling friend, I'm thankful,..
You are " the top," a Christ devoted one
So Fair, So Good, So Meek
Oh, I Praise God, That From You I Can Drink
Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water
A man of understanding will draw it out
Proverbs 20:5