Long Abide Poems
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Cold howling winds have finally died
And a spring sun’s decided to abide
There’s no sweeter place than countryside
What a wonderful time to send the kids outside
Reclaiming a chunk of ‘me’ time I decide
To tackle that novel and sit by the fireside
Hang stress out like an old faded apron to hide
It’s the perfect moment to feel thoroughly satisfied
Plenty of time later to be busy and preoccupied
Children intoxicated with spring are wide-eyed
Exude joy and freedom in their stride
Silly with excitement, wild and cock-eyed
Running free up and down the hillside
I see no reason for chide
As I watch them eagle-eyed
Smiling with so much love and pride
Thinking of days gone by as a guide
When I'll call them back inside
The kids will be exhausted, bonafide
With rosy cheeks into bed they’ll glide
Won’t take long choosing a side
For tonight’s treasured stories at bedside
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 10, 2018 for contest SPRING FLING ZING KING (OR QUEEN) sponsored by MICHAEL VASEK - HONORABLE MENTION
“Thought intrusion, cause of agitation
Cessation, way to joyous elation”
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We would, if we could, abide in silence
Devoid of ego ploy, nestled in joy
Thought interference, stifles innocence
Fear the decoy, prevents us to enjoy
Now that we know, what blocks our joy mellow
Power of reason, needs our permission
To reclaim heart’s glow, love throbs we follow
Ego urge treason, a self-made prison
Head-heart alignment, road to contentment
Simple secret, that mind cannot ferret
Rapture current, our native element
Tranquil calm perfect, once our stance erect
Regrets of past and fears of the morrow
Ego indulgence, cause of our sorrow
25-September-2021
I feel worthless
Am I worth it?
I feel hopeless
Wondering if you'll ever save me
Save me
Save me from my saddened heart of dismay
The ocean of commotion
Is where you're swimming on your own
The sea of devilish devotion
Is where you abide ambitiously all alone
I am worthy of joyous love
I am worthy of hope and faith
I am honored high above
I am worthy, too, of strength
Yeah, I need to move on
I need to really move on
Before the break of dawn
Go ahead and pass through
The reckless water and waves of self-indulgence
Hater alligator, what's new?
Are you devouring the remains of future extravagance?
Bring me to the fountain of vitality
I want to find my way out of reality
Sing me to sleep in blankets of bliss
I have often dreamt of receiving happiness
I feel distress
In my heart of stress
I feel like a mess
Should I keep trying or give up?
Should I stand my ground again?
Maybe I need rest tonight
I'll try my best with my might
And take flight above it all
Above it all
I will stand tall like a warrior's wall, so hear my victory call
I speak to you
You don't listen
You're a heartless stranger
And a rueful man of anger
I am worthy of a better friend
A friend that will be by my side
From start to finish, beginning to end
Oh, can't stand your selfish pride
Put on humility and take off arrogance
Renew the remedy of relieving radiance
Swim your shore
Of I don't care anymore
Dive in deep waters
Be with the other betrayers
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me one more reason
To follow in your footsteps
Till your footsteps are gone...
Till the moon turns into the sun...
Sick of the excuses of your desertion
Tired of your nasty denial and delusion
Grow up, why don't you?
Why don't you get the clue?
Why are you telling me what to do?
You're not my Father and you know it's true
You know it's true
So, don't deny it too
Swim your shore
To your hatred core
I did adore you
Until you drowned my hope
If you need my help,
I will say "NOPE!"
Catch you later,
Hater alligator...
Until then,
I'm moving on
Racial hypocrisy rages hidden quietly behind smiles and well scripted chat. Listening
for the angry sounds of discord, waiting to ignite and explode.
What emerges is the horror of true self, the raw unbridled feelings of narrow-
mindedness.
White against black, black against yellow and yellow against red.
Why must we reinforce hate into each generations head? Aliens to truth we each
abide with the thought that our kind is superior to the rest.
The heresy of such hypocrisy of this planetary audience is that we each are to
blame for the lack of change.
If we learn to live and except our fellow man and stop judging by the color of our
neighbors face, then and only then may we acquire the title “The Human Race”!
February 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 31-34
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GOING WITH ME
Thank You for going with me along Your strengthening
Toward Your perfect will of great grace-dining…
Help me to hear Your voice as well as Your warning
And not to forsake You because of sinning.
Thank You for going with me along Your courage
Toward Your promised land of bountiful provision-storage…
Help me to abide in Your covenant midst worldliness’ noise barrage
And not to provoke You to anger and jealousy rage.
Thank You for going with me along Your kindness
Toward Your purposeful plan that glorifies You by Your goodness…
Help me to trust Your Word with Your faithfulness
And not to doubt You due to unbelief’s stubbornness.
Thank You for going with me along Your command
Toward Your protective security of peaceful obedience-propped demand…
Help me to follow Your instructions upon precepts’ remand
And not to rebel against You whenever my iniquities You reprimand.
Thank You for going with me along Your victory
Toward Your prevailing triumph of holy worship-glory…
Help me to esteem Your presence in telling Your Gospel story
And not to frustrate You in my vanity that brings misery.
Thank You for going with me along Your leadership-tie
Toward Your persistent compassion that keeps me as the apple of Your eye…
Help me to delight in Your care as You move me to faith-high
And not to displease You with my deceit and lie.
February 12, 2022
'The Celtic understanding of friendship found its inspiration and culmination in
the sublime notion of 'anam cara'. 'Anam' is the Celtic word for soul; 'cara' is the
word for friend. So 'anam cara' means 'soul friend'. This anam cara was a
person to whom you could reveal the hidden intimacies of your life'
('Anam Cara - Spiritual Wisdom form the Celtic World' by John O'Donohue)
This was inspired by that .................
'The soul holds the echo of a primal intimacy.'
It is here that love resounds
and tolls with the bell of spiritual freedom.
Peels of perfection perforate imperfect reality.
It is here we can lie by the peaceful lapping
lake of contentment... side by side....
rocked by the rhythm of the soothing waters,
and lullaby-ed by the trill of paradise.
We can escape here - away from the harshness
of materialism, and the competition of success.
We can expose our intrinsic selves in safety,
and bathe in love and acceptance at no cost.
This inner world knows no bitterness.
No war or cruelties abide here.
Waves of beauty crash on its shore:
the threshold of infinity intimately tuned.
'May you recognise in your life the presence,
power and light of your soul.'
May you bask in its soothing sunshine,
and be refreshed by its cleansing showers.
Amen
For what would one ask and even beg in doing so
Earnestly doing tasks as it's meekly one should sow
For what does one cry out and ask the Lord above
In this sea of doubt I ask Him only for His Love
For His Love is not owed nor should it be expected
With the seeds sowed obviously God was neglected
But when crisis calls all the hands go up in the air
When man falls, of God he acts as if he's unaware
But what if you made some preparations ahead
Avoiding this cliff by listening to what He Said
Today the path is wide to enter the gates of hell
To repent and abide, today that's a very hard sell
So in His Spirit I pray for all those on that path
I wouldn't get near it but you doubt God's Wrath
As I and you, it is real, Our Lady of Fatima said
Despite how many may feel hell exist for the dead
Our Lady of Fatima
A properly equipped cowpoke is bound to impress the boss.
He'll need a mount of course and a silver-studded saddle fer his hoss.
He'll need some chaps to protect his jeans frum them pesky burrs,
And his outfit wouldn't be complete without a fancy pair of spurs!
A wide-brimmed Stetson is needed fer shelter frum the searin' sun.
It's also dandy fer feedin' oats to his hoss when their work is done.
He'll need a pair of Tony Lama boots with high heels and pointy toes,
And a bandana to keep the dust and bugs from a-pluggin' up his nose!
When on night patrol and the restless herd is spooked by lightnin' bright,
A harmonica is a handy gadget to soothe the herd frum takin' flight.
A coiled riata he'll need to corral them stampedin' wild cows.
He'll wear a pair of 44s to shoot rattlesnakes (if'n the boss allows)!
He'll need a couple of blankets fer sleepin' 'neath the canopy of stars,
And bags of Bull Durham fer roll-yer-owns and maybe a few cigars.
He'll need a heap of patience when gallopin' through the chaparral,
Roundin' up them frenzied dogies fer brandin' in the old corral!
He'll be a-chasin' cattle and a-fixin' fences thro' rain, sleet and snow.
He wonders sometimes why he cowboys - it sure ain't fer the dough!
He'll need lots of fortitude to abide "Cooky's" taters, bacon and beans,
But he'll keep at it 'til he's old and gray, 'cause cowboyin' is in his genes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 10 in Giddy up! Little Dogies! Contest May 2010
(In the late Middle Ages, the people
of the Spanish village of Fuente
Ovejuna rose up spontaneously and
killed their cruel overlord.)
No, there were no words.
Nobody seduced the villagers
with, "What Is To Be Done?"
No-one came with drums
to smite the heart
and pummel the Pueblo walls.
Best call it a communal twitch,
a spasm in the Pueblo soul.
Nothing seized us, entered into us.
More accurately, something went.
We seemed to have mislaid ourselves awhile.
Of the doers, who shall abide the deed?
None recalls the doing.
What can it be likened to?
Falling down a wellshaft?
Oppressive closeness,
voices that were all torque.
When we returned,
ugly sunlight had transformed The Thing
into a thing more prosaic.
The village was itself again.
But It had lost Its head.
People (we were plural once again)
were still as corpses.
Someone said, without conviction,
"Tyranny is dead".
A throat was cleared.
It didn't look like Tyranny.
It just looked uncomfortable
where it lay, contorted.
Some of them spat and shuffled off,
some just stood uneasily,
impressed at their own embarrassment.
~ With The Lord ~
( Redondilla )
With the Lord each day can stand tall
The Lord is always our best friend
Broken hearts and lives He can mend
He can help us each day in all
With the Lord by side can pass test -
He teaches about love I know
Under His loving guidance can grow
Gods greatest of all! He's the best!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
December.04.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?
Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~ Author's Notes:
The ' Redondilla ' is a Spanish poetry form or style.