Long Caleb Poems
Long Caleb Poems. Below are the most popular long Caleb by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Caleb poems by poem length and keyword.
Old Caleb Trotter had great plans for his town in Colorado.
For years he'd roamed the Rockies, finally finding his El Dorado!
He discovered glittering gold that would surely make him flush!
He founded Trotter's Gulch and soon there was a frenzied rush!
Cabins were built on plots that prospective miners selected.
Why, there was even a school and three churches were erected!
'Twas a bawdy place with the usual brawls and seedy saloons.
Soiled doves and gamblers invaded the town by platoons!
Time moved on and Caleb established a general store,
Figuring that the mining game wasn't for him anymore.
He made his fortune catering shovels, overalls and boots,
To hard-rock prospectors and other such galoots!
The population reached ten thousand and showed great potential.
It boasted a railroad station and other services essential.
It included three undertakers, five blacksmiths and ten preachers,
Four doctors, two newspapers and twelve well-respected teachers!
Alas, the pay dirt around Trotter's Gulch soon petered out.
The future of the town was left very much in doubt.
'Twas soon abandoned and another ghost town was born.
'Tis no longer on the map - it now lies desolate and forlorn!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
(Dedication: For my grandson Axel Caleb)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear curious child
Dare wonder wild
Grow well in truth
Let love set proof
Act with clear heart
Poise helps you start
Listen and learn
Grow and discern
Use your time well
Let your life tell
Go on your way
Grace guides each day
Dream bold and bright
Set your soul right
Dare to dream big
Enjoy life's figs
Joy dwells with ease
Hope tells of peace
Feel what you think
Forge a grand link
Be as the breeze
From sneeze to squeeze
Live faith and hope
Seize love's wise scope
Child of these times
Sketch your own rhymes
Be as a child
Run free and wild
Each end a start
For your life's art
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2019
Singapore
Spies, scout out the Promised Land.
Let our eyes see what God has planned.
Never mind what He's already done,
Can we trust the powerful One?
When we saw the Anakites there,
The terror was too much to bear.
More numerous and taller,
Our confidence grew smaller.
Do not be terrified of them!
You are not being led by whim.
He says, "I'll go ahead of you.
Heaven's armies come with Me, too."
But we gave the bad report,
Advising the people to abort.
Their courage was drained away,
"The Lord has made us their prey!"
Joshua and Caleb stood firm,
Believing the Lord would confirm,
Urging us toward conquest,
Believing it was no contest.
But the people would not go up,
Angering the Lord with their dustup,
Saying, "The Lord must hate us."
Their actions were treasonous.
Why this betrayal of trust,
Leading to the Lord's disgust?
Trust lessons were never learned.
Stubborn hearts can only spurn.
Where do we look for defeat?
Surely not at the Lord's feet!
Look only in your own heart,
For the whole heart must take part.
The Lord is never thwarted,
Intimidated, or extorted.
Unbelief forfeits His blessing,
And keeps us from possessing.
Keep the Lord ahead of you,
Do not turn back from what is true,
Joshua and Caleb, the only two,
Whose conquering faith grew.
We tried to force a do-over,
Without God just a pushover.
He told us, “Do not attack.”
Our enemy hurled us back.
Wilderness wandering backslidden,
But He’ll bring back our children,
Back to Kadesh they must go,
With conquering faith in tow.
(Dedication: For my grandson, Axel Caleb)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Peace comes to live warm joy we feel,
Light in sure grace now helps us cope;
Ask love to give wise cheer that heals,
Charm styles our space with precious hope;
Insight knows best faith's lovely nudge,
Dream now comes true for kin and kind.
Dance pleasant fest life's magic touch,
Etch thanks on cue with heart and mind;
Look to this day to grand blessing,
Indulge prized wit deep loving gaze;
Vouch for the way love comes calling,
Embrace bright fit a brand new face;
Reap ace that thrills our hearts' pure mood,
Yield thus fond zeal in all things good.
Leon Enriquez
11 March 2018
Singapore
We piled into the car
Caleb and Mom in front, me in the back
We weren't planning to go far
A nearby arboretum off the beaten track.
We went north, there were many cars each way
Saw a motorcycle downed, someone’s luck had failed
Amidst the empty southbound lane, there it lay
A journey interrupted, a life derailed
There was a police car, yellow tape and debris
Turned out the driver was badly hurt, but not dead
Still, I couldn't shake the vision when we walked among the trees
Of his narrowed future in a hospital bed
I read up on him later, a harried man in much debt
How it all happened, nobody quite knows
They've cleaned it all up, how soon we forget
How in an instant, so many doors can close
We walked the boardwalk through maples and pines
My family smiled; Mom was proud she could do it all
I couldn't shake the subtext between the lines.
So many differences before and after that fall.
Twenty walkers a day died last year; a fate not deserved
The drivers must feel guilt that can’t be shed
My brother’s friend tried a U-turn but another car swerved
His fiancé was hit, said “Goodbye “and was dead.
Too many have departed on the roads we travel through
Last year 6000 motorcyclists lives abruptly ended
42000 car drivers met their last rendezvous
And as we all know, death can’t be mended.
I visited the parents of a Christian friend
They impressed me as warm and kind
Then I heard that while driving they met their end
He was too old; he didn’t react in time.
I hope human innovation can solve the problems it creates
Perhaps the answer is the self-driving car
It's hard to give up control, but sudden danger waits
We don't need more reminders of how fragile we are.
9/23/1989 - 1/20/2009
Grief dropped like a huge guillotine
on the world of me, my daughter and wife.
My son Caleb was only nineteen,
when too soon he left our life.
He was a marine off on holiday,
with two friends from the base.
They drove to one's family to stay,
and on the way back tragedy took place.
My son's roommate asleep at the wheel,
crossed the median and into traffic.
The driver lived, the others were killed,
the scene surreal and tragic.
He was buried in his uniform of blue,
at the graveside my wife was given a flag.
Shots were fired and Taps were blew,
we felt proud but too hurt to brag.
Grief stayed and filled our home,
condolences were sent, but none were found.
We hid in our house not far to roam,
only to a grave on the edge of town.
Dreams of Caleb soon filled my sleep,
visions of him in heaven the theme.
This is where his memory I keep,
locked away in a pleasant dream.
It's true in time wounds will heal,
but they leave a nasty scar.
When from time to time grief I feel,
I visit Caleb for a dream is not that far.
God saw fit to bless our lives,
with a gift of another precious son.
Grief is weakened as joy deprives
and puts sorrow on the run.
Nine years have passed since that day,
that took Caleb from our life.
I sit and watch my daughter's daughter play,
with young uncle and my wife.
So tonight before I fall asleep,
on knees I'll bow and pray.
I'll ask the Lord my soul to keep
and thank him for the sons he gave
and the one he took away.
Daughter, Sister, Mother, and WIFE
A Tapestry of POETRY
Expressed through Her Golden pen
The Beauty of her Writes, luring :
Mind and Soul; to embracing LIFE
Seeing Nature through Her Eyes
Feeling Her Emotions,
Floating in Ecstasy
All can see the Glory of LOVE
In the Dreams : She Pens on Paper
Beautiful Thoughts, from Her Mind
For POETS, Family, and Friends,
Songs of LOVE for Wayne and Caleb
Mother Sara, Brother Tom :
Smiling Mother Nature :
Waiting with Father Time
Southern Belle : Doris Culverhouse
Emulates, Beauty in her Words :
See the LOVE of POETRY :
Growing in each Line ; each Stanza
The Beauty of a LAUREATE
Grasps the HEART, Eternally
Her POETRY is LOVE
Her LOVE is BEAUTIFUL
Inspired by A Comment from Doris On my POEM “ Banns “
Written For Catie Lindsey Contest “ Focus on Syllables ”
Dedicated To My “Southern Belle” ~ “ Doris Culverhouse “
There is a poison that has ravaged man
ever since creation
This poison deceived Adam and Eve
The poison pushed Caleb to murder
his brother
This poison was traced in the family of
Israel
I believe you know the story
This same poison pushed Haman to plan
The mass execution of Jews in the days of
Queen Esther and Mordecai
Now coming to recent times
Hitler and his henchmen planned the
extermination
of Jews during the second World War.
This poison is deadlier than that of the
Adder and the Cobra
The poisonous ivy is hate, now check
yourself if you do not have it reserved
There is an antidote for every poison
The antidote for hate is love.
Abraham the father of the faithful
Barnabas the encourager so graceful
Caleb who believed victory to bring
David the shepherd boy became king
Exodus the book containing God's law
Felix reasoned with Paul found no flaw
Genesis tells of God's work of creation
Habakkuk rejoiced in God of his salvation
Isaiah prophesied the suffering of the Lord
Jacob succeeded in prevailing with God
Kidron brook where David from Absalom fled
Luke the gospel writer and physician well read
Matthew followed Jesus call to leave his tax
Nehemiah sought to rebuild city wall no time to relax
Obadiah a chief in house of king Ahab
Paul the chief apostle so very fab
Quails God's wilderness dessert to eat
Resurrection of Christ our heavenly seat
Satan hater of God's church constantly lies
Tomb from where Jesus indeed did rise
Uriah wrong by King David for Barsheba
Veil was torn it's meaning so deeper
Whale where Jonah was for days three
Xerxes was king when Esther set Jews free
Yoke which Jesus spoke of his being light
Zechariah was God's prophet to tell what's right
Rocky's day for a bath
After chasing, placing
In torture chamber rath
Get him out then drying
Someone opens outside
Door; Rocky fastest thing
On four feet, look there
There he goes buggigdy, buggidy
And he ain't wear'n no clothes
Caleb three years' old
Comes running in saying
Rocky is out next to road
He's buck naked streaking
Buggidy, buggidy and he ain't
A wearin' no clothes
Down by the road front
Running to the creek streaks
Who would have thought
That he would let the whole world peek
No halter on running loose on the street
Buggidy, buggidy "The Streak"
(After reading about Deborah's contest
this is my version of "The Streak")
Form: