With first one or ones to claim
Peak's or pole's extreme
Chilled high point or low
For the self or all mankind
That heard exhaled as
Triumph's trumpet blow?
When they call for peace
And you give it easily
Then they will think you're cheap or fearful
Even when you're fierceful
This always drives you insane
Because when you act, they say you've misbehaved.
You better move in your way
So you don't go astray
Live your life to the fullest
Portraying your attributes
Living within your magnitude
Your attitude, not your aptitude
Will determine your altitude.
There's always an answer to every question
When you ask the right person
A key to every lock
Find the right key
A solution to every mystery
Choose the right path
Hit the high point
When it's right, you can never go wrong.
Each day is the same; we all sit here and wait,
listening for the sound of the chains on the gate.
You see, that’s our signal; that’s our cue;
that’s how we know what we're to do.
We all soon learn what each sound is for,
even before someone's open the door.
We get excited when the laundry is clean,
the high point of our week is the day we get canteen!
For an hour of TV, we all rush to line up;
even to take a shower we have to sign up.
Everyone gets quiet when they're doing mail call,
maybe good news for some, but not for all.
Yes, each day is the same, we all sit here and wait;
listening for that sound of the chains on the gate.
One day soon, they'll be sounding for me,
and I'll walk out these doors, finally free!
It’s the heyday of the preachers of doom
nuclear paranoia, world goes boom
Open Season to generalize with closed eyes
all righties -- fascists
lefties -- commie drug addicts
It’s a high point for hate
Blacks hate whites
Whites return the favor
Sophisticates choose
to hate Jews of every flavor
As for a President who’s made the borders secure again
and dealt a decisive blow to the loonies in Iran
Half the country views him
as a deranged, soon-to-be-jailed con
After a high point,
There’s no place to go
But back to the usual
Life that you know.
Good feelings may linger,
A satisfied air
Which, if you are lucky,
Will help you prepare
For the letdown to follow
That everyone knows
Happens after the high point –
That’s just how it goes.
Leave the ground to fly upward forever
a quintillion atoms blasting astray
It’s April 20, Crack open an Easter egg
be careful not to drop, if a Fabergé
Celebrate Apollo 16, NASA’s high point
also light a candle down Columbine way
Luna doesn’t judge beyond her influence
so can’t be complicit in the price we pay
Deepwater horizon, fades into distance
not to mention some Dictator’s birthday
What marks a memento of lasting impact?
recurring dates in an almanac of ricochets?
Every once in a phase, flies by April 20
she turns her face, but cannot look away.
It jolts and shakes as it carroms around,
my joints seethe at the pressure exerted,
it rips upward until high off the ground,
I hear the excited cries of my kid.
Oh, to be young, and has such a grand time,
to not feel pain lance as my brains shakes up,
nor to feel unnerved with every decline,
the stomach rises, holding back gets tough.
Up at a high point nearby hills flash by,
start to understand why folks get car-sick,
once things like this made me feel alive,
at least for my son it still does the trick.
We plunge and I hear a sound like thunder,
this was much more fun when I was younger…
From High Point, he hailed
With his instrument, he had a story to tell.
Many pundits call him insane,
But for those who know, they simply call him Trane.
His claim to fame was riding the galactic ship of jazz,
Pushing the status quo and exploring with a whole lot of pizazz.
But his earnest desire was to get to know a Love Supreme.
Through Acknowledgement, Resolution, Pursuance, and Psalms, his soul was able to gleam.
Saint John, a quiet storm that blew with a serene veracity,
With Giant Steps, he walked through the world of jazz with a divine tenacity.
I take my daily stroll across the bridge
and at it's high point
I look down upon my possible demise
It's been four long years since I lost my love
she left me and broke my heart entirely
but I'm still a love in disguise
I think about jumping to my death
but am holding out for the hope
that one day again I'll look her in the eyes
Memories of her keep me alive
as she was my one and only true love
the beauty under the bright blue skies
But to have a hug once more
and to taste the saltiness of her lips
could only be my soughted prize
Will tomorrow be the day I jump
Or will she return her love to me
For this I hope to realize
Thursday, April 6, 2023
I Only Live To Love You Poetry Contest
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I've fallen to the ground so many times
That it's no longer my low
It's my high point,
From which I start all over again
Hoping that this time I'll get it right
Cause life has its twists and turns
And my turns are now my returns
Cause the pain in me is now words you hear
Words that console you when you in fear
For you understand how it feels
You understand what it feels like being at your lowest
When all you want is an escape
But your thoughts are too crowded you can't get through
So you stuck in your thoughts
Like a brain wreck
You understand how it feels losing hope
When the end that you were holding
Has already gone over the edge
And all you have with you is just you
But you also slipping
You slipping in and out
Hoping that somebody will find out
And come to your aid
Cause you afraid to ask for help
Only for them to laugh at you
I'd want to tell you
That even at your lowest
Try and reach out
Cause there's a hand out there that will catch you
Be in awe of yourself,
ever struck with delight
Gift wrapping your thoughts,
in the goodness of life
Treasure the memories,
letting go of the pain
Releasing the wonder
—as Heaven proclaimed
(High Point North Carolina: April, 2017)
Worthy Moments
By: Tom Wright
5/10/99
Of childhood times
and nursery rhymes.
Of being a teen
and the years in between.
That football game
my fleeting fame.
That first heart throb
seeking my first job.
When contemplating
double dating.
When first we kissed
and nearly missed.
Upon leaving home
and feeling alone.
Of riding a bus so far
later buying my first car.
of military times
the wedding chimes.
Of a wonderful spouse
then building my first house.
Of my search for wealth
and problems with health.
Then of Jesus, the Son
whom I made number one.
The high point of my life
then the next was my wife.
These are memories you see
and they still work for me.
Temptation Site
Into the Wilderness
40 days, 40 nights
Ahungered, weak
The temptation site
He heard a voice
Look there, a stone
Command it bread
Your belly groans
Get thou behind me Satan
Your tempt I have heard
Not by bread alone
But by God's every word
So the word of God
Jesus already knows
This time maybe try
To twist how it goes
Behold this high point
To God's angels call
Afterall, God did say
He wouldn't let you fall
No Devil, it is written
The Lord thou shall not tempt
Get thou behind me Satan
You fail your second attempt
Hmmph, lets try this again
To a time and place we'll go
Great wealth, riches, goods
No one could possibly say no
On your knees Jesus
Just one time worship me
All that is in this world
It is mine, I'll give it all to thee
Get thou behind me Satan
God alone, him alone do I serve
Your sentence sealed
Your punishment reserved
It is only to God
To God I bow my knee
Third strike, your out
Satan, get thee behind me
And after this
Did the devil flee
Christ our Lord
Beginning his ministry
My hopes you've enjoyed
The view in which I write
Of Christ our Lord
In the Temptation Site
Saint James the Fisherman Day
Rohr family was nicest and kindest;
They had found it so hard to resist;
High point there,
They would share;
A new Episcopal Church does exist.
James Thomas Horn
Member of St. James Episcopal
As well as a retired veteran
Bolivia, NC
Church is currently located on
highest point in Shallotte, NC.
We are very thankful to Rohr family.
Messed up. Property was donated by
Chandler Rourk.
https://www.geni.com/surnames/roark
When two people fall in love,
there's one thing that they long to do.
It's true for birds and bees and doves,
and equally for me and you.
The pleasantest of loving deeds,
it's fed by, and in turn it feeds,
the fondness it's the symbol of.
Your life is in its golden prime -
drink now, or let the chalice pass.
We're all in thrall to spiteful Time -
enjoy your beauty while it lasts.
Say yes to love. It's death to dither.
The rose, once blown, can only wither.
From this high point, touch the Sublime.
You know the thing I'd have you choose!
You understand my thrust precisely.
Who could refuse a lover who's
petitioning your trust so nicely?
Slough off old skin of guilt and sin -
you win this game by giving in!
Come play with me. You cannot lose.
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