He asked, in Gethsemane, if there's another way
If sin can be recompensed without His blood to pay
But silence answered as He prayed
The world held its tongue, as if to say
"There is no other way."
The narrow road that stretched ahead
Was paved by the ugly sting of death
That drew His blood at every tread
And thorns of sin, and guilt, and dread
He took it all upon His head
We all have blemishes we try to hide
Cruel vices that cannot be justified
A hurtful thought, or word, or deed
Virtues stained by pride and greed
These, all of us must guilty plead
But Justice calls to lay by His side
Redeemed by the blood of the crucified
He bore our shame to give us grace
And crown us victors of the race
Now I can’t help but stand amazed
He’s filled my heart, full of His praise
The mind is a traveller,
on an earnest quest apart,
link road to the innermost,
signpost for bold hunch,
meaning is a hazy sky,
lay-by as mere pause,
quietly we trudge in tight bands,
but never wonder why?
time doesn’t play that well,
showing few if any paths,
language can be strained,
notions, slants, angles, terms,
tangled oxymoron at risk,
stifling broad consensus,
world weary air a plague,
night shift, day shift,
life belt for the toiler,
spoken in camp phrases,
that spur to vocal fringe,
who might alter vacuums,
now passively endured
Lay by day, fly by night
like puppets in an evening play
played with strings
and whose movements depend
on the fingers of their masters
Like zombies that do not sleep,
waiting for prey,
they lurk in the shadows
and wear colors,
not of their choices
as they lack the capacity
to use their own brains,
or let us say,
they got nothing,
for, they're just puppets.
And when their masters
are through with them
they cast them out
if they no longer got any use
like garbage thrown
in a pit.
December 26, 2023, 5:03 AM, PST, SPC
They lay by the seashore,
Vessels that were once war ready,
They struck with an invincible claw,
Sailing buoyed and steady.
Its inhabitants were ruthless,
They had their chambers in hell,
They were brutal and merciless,
Everyone that challenged them fell.
Cursed by the sea,
They became a shadow,
Gloom pervaded their glee,
Their courage became a shrivelled meadow.
Their pride led to their fall,
The vessels became a sighing hall.
I am all over Wiltshire
High up on the hills
I am immune from fire
To tourists I give thrills
You can see me from afar
By plane, on foot or in a car
I am as old as time can be
Many people have come to see
You can walk up close to stroke me
It can be a tiring experience
But when you reach me you will see
I am part of a greater sequence
I am one of thirteen
But five have sadly been lost
Leaving 8 of us to be seen
The other 5 are waiting to be uncrossed
I am the second oldest in wiltshire
Cut in seventeen eighty
There are even some of us in Yorkshire
So drive along the A4 a don't be lazy
Park up in the lay-by at the foot of my hill
Choose a path to the summit
Breathing heavy yes you will
The scenery at the top will be worth it
You can see miles and miles
From Calne, Avebury and Devizes
Stand at the monument starting as rock piles
Take a picnic and see all the other surprises
Dear miss carousel
Dear lady on wheels
When next you declare another ride
Permit me lay by your side
For I have no lover
To spin my body around
No loving Father
Nor cherished motherland
I have been despised by the world
Miss whirligig,
My frame's trapped in the mud
Like an unclean pig.
I bid thee
Miss merry go round
Next Time
Take and spin me around.
The beacons of Caribbean ray
Made sunlight spins across this hot day
The heat arrives again between lush trees
Shedding their plump clothes leaves.
With dangling fruits on the branches
Bikes dance fluently around the hills.
Up through little towns and even villages
Part of the parishes looks like dishes.
Summer in jamaica wearing a grin
with flashes of torrential rain falling
Pools of water lay by the roadside
beneath the stream, a mist strode
Humidity blots out my vision
To the crystal crisp breaching ocean
Yellow bird in a cloud of immaculate stature
Swirl on the lookout for higher architecture
My pulse beat like a watch tower
Excitement racing over into the shore
Summer in jamaica raises the temperature
Into the high mosquito ceiling
Oxygen tight and drowning
not black or yellow or white thing
its what hot summer brings
the park
some there after dark
run and mabe teach
lay by the cool water fall
beach
AND SUMMER FOR ALL
Lover,
Warm my heart, let me feel
the warmth of your embrace
taste the heat on your lips
and see the fire in your eyes.
Come,
Warm my soul, hold me
as we lay by the fireside
in the heat of passion
yearning for the spring that comes.
Winter Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
2/17/22
Deep in your eyes when my gaze flies i feel,
Sometimes rain sometimes a river speaking.
Sometimes a night whispers something so still,
And feel someone a man like me seeking.
Over the years some of the stars faded.
Some of the doors meant to open stood shut.
Some hope and dreams lay by the streams jaded.
words that I bled screamed in her head, oh but !
The trees and wind tells me, "rescind, move on".
Memory pearls can't be hurled callously,
oh How can I, pierce a sad sky forlorn.
She's moonlight green gentle valley breezy.
Now She's a dove, clouds way above my soul,
flowers on dirt, her change of heart, will call.
(01.12.2022)
Note to Sponsor: Sorry, I did not quite understand the directions for the third quatrain part, so this is now revised for the contest and hopefully done the correct way! Also revised some of the beginning part.(revised again Sept. 23)
I smiled when we lay by a brook
beneath an oak. There was sweet shade.
You gave me an endearing look -
so pleasure-sated from love made
there on the grass like carpet lush
with buttercups and trim of brush.
We watched the brook that murmured past,
which recently had rippled fast!
There was sweet shade beneath an oak.
I smiled when by a brook we lay,
from love made -so pleasure-sated.
An endearing look you gave me.
Since kissing stones along its way,
that brook, with us, now sparkling lay.
Sept. 21, 2020
For Charles Messina's Charonnet Poetry Contest
Tell, which season would you choose
For I, 'tis autumn's many hues,
Myriads of painted leaves
A kaleidoscope mid sunlit trees,
Appearing from a misty morn
Berries swell 'twixt leaf and thorn,
There upon the woodland floor
Fallen nuts lay by the score,
Gathered up for winter days
When squirrels snuggle up in dreys,
Before winter comes to call
Let us glorify in fall,
For soon enough she'll say goodbye
Giving way, to winter skies.
Entry for
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (7)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
10/9/2020. Placed=1st.
when the night comes
lay by my side
watching the moon
we will conquer
vanishing our fears
when morning comes
wake by my side
feel the sun
shining to light
brightening beyond our spark
as we lay to rise
our days will stand
glowing beyond eyes
our nights of love
even after infinity’s end
A CAT, A HORSE AND JUDE
I am a tabby, with one green eye and the other blue,
My human mummy always says “North I love you’,
And I reply ‘hey Jude, you’re amazing, I love you too’
She cuddled me, “without you North, what would I do!’
It is Winter, and very cold, we live in Canada up North
Hence my name, I lay by a log fire and constantly purr,
I suddenly spot a mouse running back and forth
But too lazy to move, Jude bends down and strokes my fur.
‘Tomorrow we will go up to the stables and visit Gemini’
Gemini is one of Jude’s race horses, he is pretty cool,
‘Please don’t put me in the saddle, he might take off and I’ll die!’
‘No, dear Tabby, I certainly won’t, know you’re afraid, I’m no fool.’
Gemini heard them coming, got excited and started to neigh,
Jude loved horses, stoked his mane and kissed his silky forehead,
‘Jude is a sweetheart’ said North as she walked away to get some hay,
‘I agree’ said Gemini, ‘I know her well for here I was bred’.
As I lay by the river in the warm firelight
and watch the stars in the sky take flight
It seems that all in the world is right
be it only in my dreams tonight
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