Jarvis was a goner the second he saw her bouncy hair
She recognized this and reeled him right into her lair
Her amber eyes gave him the stoplight green.
Jarvis from that moment was never again seen.
I hope it was worth it said his Arkansas kin.
I rolled my eyes, as this rolled out past their chin.
He never returned, was never again seen.
Beware of a witch who gives you a glance stoplight green.
Origami gifts fledglings multiple
Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree
Invisible drive to thrive, hormonal
Reverse javelin sapling spear Jarvis
Pin bend Pilates practice jovial
Christmas bonus brings bountiful harvest
Silken sway, acres of muscular maize
Youthful juice under crisp skirt harem
Masters of last year crushed in hasty haze
Mulched during terrain turn over mayhem
Lake levitator long necked swan mascot
Lays Faberge eggs in reed bloom jackpot
16th November
Manyfest
Routine initial dinner imparts his heart on sleeve
Fourth date offer to move in, with her child
Mirror shows soft character she strives to believe
Demure manner somehow has him beguiled
Willing skip bin scour assists panicked neighbour
His outlook stoic upbeat, maintained modest
Jarvis valued asset, bovine humane kill innovator
Bali trip invitation, having kissed her not yet
Gilded page fable hero, finally sigh spontaneous
Erased past innocent repels inquiry intuitive
Revealing her dabbling would be dire dangerous
Vague oil picture layers bright lies lucrative
August move in floor thirty in tower beside marina
Vista thirty miles of hills, boat smooth ocean
Fairytale ticket to board, beau's open demeanour
Marks their story heavy navy ribbon devotion
7th July 2022
Written for Contest:
Flight Three
Sponsor:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
The beauty that is unnoticed
Shooting stars in the daylight
Can you hear their sound?
If you whisper to your heart
The beauty that is unexpressed
Burning love within your heart
Which is never confessed
Your dream, concealed in a pot
All fallen stars, unexpressed love
We never imagine how beautiful they were
Whisper to your heart to have
Real beauty be realized
22 Nov. 2017
By Felicia Jarvis
Subject:LOVE AND ROMANCE
Prayer
Like hands that open the curtains apart
May your hands do the same with my heart
And allow light from you to fully flood in
That daytime may rule where night-time had been
I wish nothing to be hidden from your loving concern
There's no bad way in me you cannot discern
So, search through me oh God and cleanse me of sin
That your spirit may find a home deep within.
Let the thoughts of my mind be a pleasure to you
That in all of my ways I'll do as you do
And never more to let go of your hand
So that you can lead me to the promised land
Andrew Jarvis 1994
Who is Like You?
Who can be compared to you,
Our God of Might and Splendour
Of justice, wisdom, uprightness
And love which is so tender
Who can offer you advice
Or correct you in your ways?
Or amount for themselves more knowledge
Or equal you in days?
There is no other who knows tomorrow
Before its hour has come
That can bestow a blessing on earth
That satisfies everyone
None but you can raise the dead
From the ground in which they lie
And nurse them back to perfect health
Never more to die.
Despite all these abilities and qualities most grand
There is no hint of pride in you
Or the weaknesses of man.
No stubbornness or selfishness, no insistence on being ‘right’
But an incomparable patience, t'ward those that wish to fight.
Your calmness and your confidence
That your word will always prove true,
Draw men and women, young and old
To put full trust in you.
So who is there to compare to you
Our Sovereign Lord Jehovah
The answers clear, there is not one
From now until forever.
A.Jarvis Jan 1995
Too Much Noise
This world is full of so much noise
It’s intended to drown out his voice
He’s a soft-spoken one that’s clear to me
But he’s given us all the choice
Those in the city wherever they look
See the things that bring glory to men
They pump up their arms, they say we‘re the way
The sword is mightier than the pen
Tarmac and steel, it’s all so unreal
They’ve covered his work in concrete
You can’t see the sun or the moon anymore
We suffocate the earth under our feet
If you just get away from all that traffic
Fill your lungs with some clean air
You’ll find he has so much to say
When he finds a listening ear
The waves of the sea, the clear mountain spring
They’re helping you with thinking
They’re guiding you and protecting you
To what you should or shouldn’t be drinking
If you drink from the sea you’re never refreshed
If you keep on they say you go mad
Just one glass from that mountain spring
Is all it takes to make one glad
You’ll feel better too, see things anew
The picture will get ever clearer
As you drink from that spring, it can’t help but bring
Its source ever nearer and dearer.
A.Jarvis Circa 2008
Road Rage
The sign on the road said stop and turn back
But the driver is listening to his own soundtrack
The noise in his head is messing up his thinking
As he looks at the truck ahead whose lights are blinking
He yells out the window ‘’Are you stupid or what’’
‘’Watch what you’re doing you ignorant clot’’
When he looks back at the road it’s already too late
With his foot to the floor, he meets his fate
I know for I was there on that same road
I was driving a truck with a heavy load
The truck in his way was driven by me
I kept hitting the breaks in the hope he would see
The bridge up ahead had collapsed you see
I did what I could as he sailed by me
He saw my warnings as a hindrance to ignore
Some people are like that when you knock on their door
Don’t worry how they drive, but how you do instead
Watch for the warning lights up ahead
For some roads go nowhere and you need to resist
Because those that seek to travel them will cease to exist
A.Jarvis March 2012
Promise
A paradise earth is what you have promised
Where all your creatures shall dwell in peace
The deserts will bloom with food in abundance
All are invited to join in the feast.
No more will the skies drip down with acid
The air around us hanging thick with smog
The forests safe from those that would harm them
Who greedily devoured them log after log.
The sun will not rise through a haze of pollution
To shine a dim light upon those on the earth
But will shine in full splendour, giving life to the people
Each day will become a glorious new birth.
The seas and rivers will team forth new life
The sky above filled with myriads of birds
Dolphins will play as the sun sets behind them
And the song of the whale’s will once more be heard.
As each day ends and night closes in
A billion stars will light up the sky
As the moon reflects it’s cool glow on the ocean
And the waves stroke the shore with a watery sigh.
Life everlasting is what you shall give them.
Or is it some dream that can never come true?
No, but the dream is the nightmare we’re now in,
But soon it will end for me and for you.
A.Jarvis March 1995
Hopes
Take my hand and follow me
There’s a new world ahead for us to see
Don’t look back keep straight ahead
Stay close to each other, you’ll feel no dread.
If you only do but trust in He
The one called ‘King of Eternity’
You can live for the time no more tears will be shed
‘cept tears of joy at the return of the dead.
In that world where no evil lurks
The eyes of the blind will admire his works
The ears of the deaf will hear the birds sing
The voice of the mute will praise our great king
The legs of a cripple will race with a cheetah
A motherless child will run to meet her
The fatherless boy will take his hand
Blessed are the meek who inherit this land.
No one will weep in hunger,
No one will cry in pain.
No sounds of gunfire
No dropping of bombs
Will ever be heard of again.
No threat of violence
No fear of death
To shatter your peace apart
But the peace of god that excels all thought
Will fill your mind and your heart.
Do you believe this is true?
Can you see me and you?
He offers it us, you can take it!
Just listen to him
And never give in
Together I’m sure we can make it!
A.Jarvis October 1994
Stars
As I wonder at your starlit heavens
The thought comes to my mind
Why you made it all so vast
The end no man can find?
Is it saying that we’re so small,
Like a drop of rain in the ocean
Like a man that passes by an ant
Without the slightest notion?
Have you written a message in the stars
A sign we all should heed
If you have I feel I know what it says
And in part, this is how it would read…
“My son, I hope that you can see,
That this display of creativity,
Is not to insult your tiny size
But help you come to realise
That no matter how far apart we are,
Whatever the distance may be,
It can never separate my love from you,
For you belong to me! “
A.Jarvis November 8th, 1994
Growing Pains
The fearful child inside of you
Says that’s who you still are.
The wounds inflicted when we’re young
Can leave behind a scar.
You’ll never amount to anything,
You’re not worthy to be here
And so he puts his doubts in me
His anxiety, his fear
A self-fulfilling prophecy
That’s impossible to bear
And so some go along life’s road
Completely unaware
Others are told you can do as you will
Never mind what others feel
Just enjoy your life and take what you want
You can lie and cheat and steal
But you never seem to feel satisfied,
You know deep down it’s not true
It’s just because they didn’t sacrifice
And spend more time with you
So you spend your life trying to fill the gap
With never ending stuff
This vicious cycle of events
That’s never quite enough.
But when will you both
Get it in your head
Love others as yourself
The wise man said
A.Jarvis Circa 2006
The pain
In rain
Falls mainly
On the plain
A.Jarvis October 11th, 2011
Norman Rockwell
Rockwellesque
brilliant man with nostalgia values
with dreams viewed of a perfect life
depicting amusing scenes
with sense of humor, shown
with heartwarming bonds
memories fade
canvas art
captures
life
12/2/2015
Poetry Contest: Favorite Painter
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
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www.howmanysyllables.com
Norman Rockwell
Norman Percevel Rockwell was a 20th-century American painter and illustrator. His works enjoy a broad popular appeal in the United States for their reflection of American culture
Born: February 3, 1894, New York City, NY
Died: November 8, 1978, Stockbridge, MA
Children: Thomas Rockwell, Jarvis Waring, Peter Barstow
Organizations founded: Famous Artists School
Notable works: Willie Gillis, Rosie the Riveter, Four Freedoms, The Problem We All Live With
Ride by Betsey Dowdy
Old Jarvis used to always say
That the British will come someday
And burn our houses darn them all
So on Joe Dowdy he had to call.
Joe, Great Bridge, Dunsmore's heading for
Then he will be here we know for sure
Stealing everything that is in his site
No one will be here to help us fight.
Betsy heard this trembling with fear
They'll steal my horse Black Bess oh dear
She called, "Bess, Bessie, Black Beauty,
Come now for we must do our duty."
Horse and her galloped along the sea
Gen'l Skinner'll beat 'em off said she
After reaching his home rushed inside
To tell her true story with great pride.
Betsey soon came home in time to share
All the nice notes of victory in the air
Proud people out they immediately cried,
"Dear God, thank You for Betsey's ride."
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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