Heavy Laden Poems

Lost in Nature

Shade from the leaves lies on the grass
    so silent and peaceful
My eyes and my senses will trespass
    For that, I am grateful

The shimmering day glistens with beauty
as a half-moon hangs in the morning sky
like a broken button on a blue coat
tied by a bright belt on the horizon

The Eastern sky is burning red
    the sun slowly rises
the last thread of the night has fled
    dawn reveals surprises

A relaxed welcome is felt in the moment
breath becomes quiet to welcome the day
I'll keep my movements to a minimum
as my eyes dine with Nature as I rest

Eyes heavy-laden with Nature
    the beauty it can spawn
Nature to me is no stranger
    I'll watch as life goes on

The Lost Love

Do you ever wake up and dread the break of day?
The sun is beckoning but the will is not there
Your heart is heavy-laden, in grip of despair
Yet you have to go outside come what may
and attend to the task that you least care…
Go looking for love again and find it nowhere!

Broken

Author  Dana Redricks 
September 13, 2024

My heart is broken, shattered on the floor, a fragile echo of what was before. The shadows linger, cold as winter's breath, devouring the light, whispering of death.  

Each tear that falls, a drop of aching doubt, in this empty space, I scream yet barely shout. Lord, deliver me, from chains that bind my soul, I seek a kindred spirit, to once again feel whole.  

The night is heavy, laden with despair, the winds of sorrow swirl, their chill cuts bare. I feel the thunder rumble deep within, a storm of anguish, where will it begin?  

Release me from this pressure, a weight I cannot bear, lead me to a haven, a place where hope is rare.  
The waves of grief crash hard upon my shore, with every heartbeat, I plead just once more.  

Lord, open the door wide to brighter days, illuminate my path with warmth and gentle rays. My soul is weary, but I yearn to rise, to find the sweet embrace, beneath forgiving skies.  

So as I stand trembling, on this edge of pain, in the silence of despair, I call your name again. Bring forth the light, break this endless night, for in your gentle mercy, I seek to find my flight.

The Buddhist Woman

In the middle of a hot summer morning 
upon my return from the beach 
throngs of people trudging through 
on a busy Sunday, by the water quay 

My heart so heavy laden that it doesn't speak 
heart breaking beauty that I can only see 
she walks by in a tilly hat and shiny eyes 
the scent of incense clinging in mid air 

I wanted to follow her down the paved path 
but I had to go, and I couldn't follow 
so I quietly came home to my quiet little house 
with weeping walls and windows closed 

It was a summer morning like many others 
except for the Buddhist woman 
her smile, her scent, gave me serenity 
she stopped me on my tracks,....

wandering

wandering jew plant
slowly drips dewdrops this morn....
pears grow from raindrops
low heavy-laden clouds hang 
damp surroundings await sun

Awesome Feat

Cobalt clouds lie heavy laden
Clear sun's light peeks through gray
Crows cawing says enjoy the time
Even on this rain drenched day

The barn swallows fly out to hunt
Their circles and swoops low
I hope their breakfast is delish
And in the sky God hangs a bow  

The air is pleasant, damp and cool
There's an eerie stillness
Will there be thunderstorms today
A day filled with realness

It's so comfy out on the porch
A little break from the heat
This time needed for some real praise
Thank God, for awesome feat

Skywatcher Show

On the prairies
in the  land of the living sky
a passion for watching
the infusion of colours 
as clouds endlessly float by
some lined with silver
others the purest of white
from thick heavy laden clouds
to thin feathery strands
with the sun's reflections
the skies become alive
from golden yellows
to soft and vibrant pinks 
red and  rosy hues
moody blues  to dreary grey
to orange evenings sunset glow
always a sky watchers magical show.

only God

you think you can save me, you can fix this thing I’ve become: all teeth, snarling, drooling tongue heavy laden with every bloodied word I’ve ever said.

you think you can restore all that I’ve destroyed, can redeem me in our bed.

you won’t.

you won’t.

I promise you that you won’t.

only God can undo these things I’ve done.

only God.

Shizumanu Taiyo

A moonlight silhouette ... of a sleeping mountain.
A living forest ... tall trees in fullness.
Underbrush heavy laden ... a patchwork of paths.
The moon is hiding ... the stars are hiding.
The night air stays cold ... light touches of frost.
All creatures are in stillness.
Unnatural noise awakes ... mountain forest creatures flee.
Darkness astir to bright light.
Chaos tangles a forest ... tall trees and brush full of pain.
Heard by dazed small life below.
Burning light shows the horror.
Moaning, groaning, crying screams ... most are unable to move.
Few hanging in trees ... subtle movements here and there.
Bodies of living and dead ... scattering midst the debris.
Time is of no use.
Many cling to life ... many more to hope.
Desperate prayers for help.
Cold, the enemy of life ... reckoning befalls.
Heartfelt prayers for loved ones.
Devout ancestral prayers.
Many sleeping peacefully ... prayers swept to memories.
Opens a book to scriptures.
A time of Oneness.
Descendants join ancestors.
In a place far, far, away.
Five hundred twenty ... are joined with their ancient past.
The realm of a Dynasty.
Four holds on to life.
Fate chooses for you.

Happy Labor Day

Whether the work-load is manual or high-tech exercises; 
Whether it taxes our brain, leaving us without answers;
Or dirties our entire body with dirt, dust, and grease;
Whether the tasks stress our emotions to the max:
Or compel us to take prescription pills to relax;
We all labor so that we may reach a point of rest and ease.

This Labor Day, I am inspired to consider One who has already
labored on our behalf and pointed us to the entryway of eternal
rest. The workload of laws, rules, and regulations; the religious
taskmasters of do's and don'ts have been nullified and set aside.
Christ has taken our laborious job on the 'work your way to heaven
train' and set us free from all the guilt, shame, and pain.

So, on this Labor Day holiday, if not a Christian, consider the
possibilities. If a Christian, meditate on the reality of One taking
away all of the heavy lifting that has been driving and promising us 
much but yielding only losses and no gains. Consider Jesus who says, 
"Come to me all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you
rest". * May we cease from spiritual labor, and enter His Rest. Happy Labor Day.

090123PS
*Matthew 11:28

Brooding Nimbus

Quote by author: "Its as if an angel wept and left behind all the tears of heaven's sorrow"

The floodgates of my thoughts wide opened 
and out came an outpouring of love and compassion 
from the font of my wicker nebulous heart* 
I saw him with my naked eye fighting for his life  
struggling for re-entry into God's kingdom; 
His mother cradled him softly in the softest enmesh of her 
aching arms, over and over she repeated his name  
like a sacred mantra.
He was born with a congenital heart defect 
and wasn't expected to live over the age of one. 
She walked him to the window and inside the sky 
she saw a crepuscular light appear just before the sunrise
As the child was bathed in light two blue eyes opened 
and a cupid mouth shaped an O, though nothing came out 
but a deep deep sigh; 
His chest heaved and with his eyes lifted to heaven 
he was taken by a brooding nimbus cloud that appeared out of no where. 
The rain began to fall gently from a heavy laden sky,  
his soul saturated by love, climbed to heaven without even once having had the chance to ask God, Why? 

#3 Brooding Nimbus

If I Were Your Love

There was a void in my heart
life was empty, striving in vain
my soul was heavy laden
my hopes grew dim
my problems seem to mount
my days were bleak and drear 
my world had fallen apart…
If I were your love, my life would be
filled with contentment and ease.

If I were your love, it would
deliver me from despair
it would help me find my way
over restless seas we would sail away
lost in each other’s embrace as one
under the starry nights and sunny days.

If I were your love, it would lead me 
to some place happier
where there’s no sense of pain,
you will be like a 
cooling breeze in a summer heat,
It would make me think
a divine destiny is at work.


~04/24/23
~Contest: "If I were your Love"
~Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose.

The Vein of the Quill

Inkwells,
vein of the Quills,
scribing upon parchments,
heavy laden with dark secrets,
blotted


Date: 23/04/23
Traditional Cinquain poetry contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet

February Shivers

Billows of a winter snow blowing through my curtain window 
all I sweet remember is the way the willow tree smelled 
that creamy, sugary, wintergreen scent of its lovely mellow  
and the way the sun tilted each time you looked at me...
Snowflakes falling from a heavy laden sky of marble 
and though my heart is longing, it is full of your song 
that slow jazz music made us drunk as we danced
beneath the sultry moon, like a a fork and spoon  
February shivers, my how the winter defuses  
all that is left is the scent of a warmth remembered  
healing hands,  *** secret pillow talks   
You grew old I grew old, then we both stopped living 
My how I recall those winter snaps, 
two young lovers lost in the silk of life's entwine     
I remember when our love was fresh and new 
like the weeping willow, dressed to the nines   
Ah !  But those were different times and now is now, 
I am presently lost, ... in this winter pow.

Merry Christmas 2022

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Unto us a child is born, a Son is given
Into a world fallen and sin ridden
To redeem it from the bondage where it was driven
To shine light in the dark where sin was hidden
The Bread of Life beyond that brought by a raven
That we may come to Him we who are heavy laden
That even as we are saved and going to heaven
We are on earth salt, light, a betrothed maiden

We celebrate Christ born, dead and risen
Fulfilling the prophecy as written
Him in whom the Father is well pleased we listen
Him who for our infirmities and sin was beaten
Bearing our judgment that my burden may easen
That the path of the believer may more and more brighten
A propitiation for all and not for just a few chosen
No other offer however great will ever have this beaten

K. Muitherero

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