Long Calms Poems
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Each person is born like a traveler at sea,
Not knowing where they’re meant to be.
The world is wide, with many roads,
And we all carry unknown loads.
But no one should walk this life alone.
We all need a guide to lead us home.
A compass, not made of steel or stone,
But of love, of people, of wisdom known.
It could be a mother, gentle and kind,
Who speaks with care and calms your mind.
Or a father whose strength shows the way,
Even when he has little to say.
It could be a brother who stands by your side,
Or a sister who makes the fears inside hide.
Sometimes it’s a friend who understands,
Who lifts you up with helping hands.
And sometimes, it’s someone you truly love,
Who feels like a gift from God above.
Their voice, their touch, their silent care,
Can guide your heart from anywhere.
Wisdom too can be a compass in life,
Teaching us peace through trouble and strife.
Even mistakes and times of pain,
Can show us how to try again.
Without a compass, we might lose our way,
Chasing things that never stay.
But with a guide, we find our ground,
Even when no light is found.
So hold on tight to those who care,
To those who lead you through despair.
Life may not be easy to understand.
But a compass will help you stand.
© Adeyemi Adeeso
Please make me understand
Why we do the things we do
If you are cheerful, you feel good
If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22)
How can we help you?
If we didn’t know how you feel
You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside
Somewhere you hide, and you cried,
Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place?
Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace.
Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when
The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn
When the Wind becomes strong
Why did you come in from that dark lonely place?
Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps
Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap
Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak.
Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek
He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now”
“I can do it all by myself. So he murdered
Innocent little kids…
She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of those who listen
To the treasure of her gift, her brilliance
The way she soothes and calms
The wonder of her grace, her mercy
The miracle of her unconditional love
She is creativity, vision, the muse
Flames of passion in hues so beautiful
They motivate the imagination
Free spirits from stagnation, smile
Music into the lives of those who listen
To her brave silence, her invitation
To heavenly stillness, the quiet of moon
The light of truth – as stars shimmer
Rivers tremble, almost spiritual, uplifting
Calming the senses, so reassuring, heartening
She is gifted, like the soul’s sister
Releasing every resentment to the past
Where it fades into the shadows
As healing blends away the doubts
Preparing the spirit for the healing
That comes to those who hear her words
Her life-giving, life-changing verses
Poetry from the spirit, the feelings
Rhythms of grace, so compelling, fulfilling
Awakening the burning sensations, the stirring
Intimacy so amazing, the kiss of affection
Poured into the one who listens to her
She is acquainted with fear and pain
Yet she remains unchanged, a blessing
Wisdom delights in the faithful
Finds strength, even in weakness
Never doubts, but always commends
The one who hears her with a faithful ear
The one who needs her more than their suspicions
The one who knows her as God’s gift, His teacher…
Wisdom is the soul’s preacher!
1 Corinthians 1 (KJV)
28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:
“Jesus, the name that charms our fears
that bids our sorrows cease.”
O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing lyrics by Charles Wesley,
music by Carl Glazier.
Immanuel, we praise your name
The God who calms our fears
Redeemer of our sin and shame
Sweet music to our ears.
All-knowing Counselor in grief
The One who dries our tears
A loving Lord, our blest relief
Sweet music to our ears.
The Light, the Truth shows us the way
Our path Grace kindly clears
Our Master’s goal: trust and obey
Sweet music to our ears.
Oh! Jesus, hallowed name we praise
Our Savior through the years
A Prophet, Priest and King we raise
Sweet music to our ears.
August 10, 2020
In Honor of Charles Wesley Poetry Contest
written to be sung to the same tune
Every morning I hear the cereal crackle,
I see the milk soak into the flakes
And I hope I can eat it before it gets soggy.
How hard it is to get up in the morning
To force a smile onto a tired face
Before I can even get my morning shower.
My husband used up all the warm water for his shower
And my aging bones begin to creak and crackle.
I lathered my cloth and tried to wash my face
But the hair drier dried the soap and my face flaked.
I went to get the paper but we only get the one on Sunday morning
And this is Tuesday, so I grabbed the neighbor’s, which was soggy.
And the rain from the night before kept it soggy.
It was one of our infamous April showers.
The sun wasn’t out on this dreary morning,
The only sound outside was the lightning crackle.
I just hope the raindrops don’t turn to snowflakes.
I could use a sauna to remove the tension from my face.
But now my son has gotten up with a smile upon his face,
He doesn’t care if his flakes are soggy,
All he wants to do is eat his flakes
So he can watch cartoons while I am in the shower.
Soon he’s eaten it all and there is no crackle
Left in the bowl. Silence rules the morning.
Th sun begins to warm up the morning,
My husband has a gentle smile on his face,
The sky has ceased it’s frightening crackle,
And the sun dries the papers that were soggy.
The warm water is back so I can finish a shower,
The sun has passed the threat of snowflakes.
Just as shampoo passes the threat of other flakes,
And a sweet radio song brightens the morning,
And the flowers brighten from the morning shower,
And quiet calms and angry face,
And you can laugh at flakes that are soggy
You too can laugh at the sky when it crackles.
Because flakes are flying off your face,
And the morning being too soggy
Doesn’t matter later when you shower and the fireplace crackles.
He fills me up with compassion
He is my constant companion
I love Him because He abides
Inside my heart where he guides
He allows me to feel fully accepted
With Him, I know I’m never neglected
I love His presence always alive with me
Listening to the prayers that I do plea
He whispers to me a comforting hope
That fills my entire life with ways to cope
I love Him living where I can always question
His knowledge gives me the best suggestion
He calms my soul with His gentle voice
Giving me the wonders of a sincere choice
I love His guidance that reassures my thoughts
With Him beside me, I always think of the cross
He opens my mind to reach for my dreams
With Him, I know that I’m stronger than it seems
I love His encouragement to be who I should
He’s forever with me, teaching me all that’s good
He lights up my life with His fire from above
Sent down to instruct me on everything that is love
I love being with Him and knowing His wisdom
He always assures me that my Lord has risen
He reminds me of the reasons that I believe
His amazing faith is a joy that I can perceive
I love knowing that He will never leave me
With His hope, faith and love I am surely free
He is the Holy Spirit, the fire sent from Jesus
With His loving grace, He is who frees us
From sorrow, worry and pain that injures
With the Holy Spirit, I’m certainly a winner!
November 28, 2019
Holy Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
This darkness overwhelmes me yet a glow it lights my path
a fire burns inside me to defrost the winters wrath
This weight I bear suppresses hope and brings me to my knees
Yet someone here has heard my moans and calms my raging seas
Time and time again I fall, so wearily I tread
But then appears an outstretched hand, and nothing more is said
she lifted me beyond the precipice of laden fears
embraced me in her tenderness and wiped away my tears
This lonliness that fills the space where joy did once reside
Is lessened by a friendly soul, with whom I can confide
Heavens light sent from above, a stepping stone of hope
Placed along this winding road to help this blind man cope
Reflected in the heart
Are joys, hopes and thoughts
Vibrant lights so beautiful
They fill up the soul’s core
With trembling dreams
Liquid love pouring, emptying
Life of its doubt, its dread
Darkness that never
Expects to be slaughtered
By wonders so brilliant
They light up the world
Echoed in the silence
Are smiles and laughter
Striking kindness
Making the mind recall
All the pleasure personified
In memories of affection
Brought to life in one
Who believes and sees
Expressions of grace
Raining down from God
Coloring the moments
In precious pearls
Of wisdom and warmth
Assuring us all
That faith will overcome
Replicated in the light
Soft clouds of insight
Breathtaking moments, praise
Shining, weightless
Capturing the heart’s desire
In a flame, a blazing fire
Miracles of love
Grow to combine the thrill
With the unending smiles
Exposed by the Son
The One who knows this life
Despite being full of strife
Trains our souls, our minds
To listen to His voice
Knowing we have a choice
But promising hearts
That He will indeed save
Mirrored by sweet love
Sent down from God above
A still, small voice
Securing us and our purpose
With faith that pours
His blood over our soul
Covering with His redemptive
Plan, glory falling all around
Abiding in the love
That glows with grace
Calms the craziness
Reawakens the heart to praise
With knowing, the word
To relieve our aches
Destroy our doubts, our dread
With evidences of grace
His never ending deliverance
As He saves us from the past
The pain, remorse and regret
The shame that longs to reject
The darkness and torment
He saves… completely,
To the uttermost
With salvation that opens the gates
Into heaven and eternity!
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
May 4, 2022
You're the madness of my sanity
the chaos of my calm.
The one who wakes me from my trance
protecting me from harm.
You're the reason for my living
the one who makes my home.
The loving whisper in my ear
when bonded by a phone.
You're the mother of my children
the passion of my lust.
The spirit in my living
and the founder of my trust.
You're the one who calms the weather
when I'm riding through a storm.
You're the one whose love soaks through me
and ensures my heart is warm.
No you are not just my mistress
or not simply just my wife.
You're my reason for existence
and the purpose of my life.
Ivor G Davies
I’m dealing with sweaty palms
The crazy storm inside me calms
Down…down…down…
I’m happy in my own little shoes
Allow me to not sing the blues
Up in this Havasu town…
I’m battling this war of peace within me graciously
I’m dealing with flattering tongues times infinity
I have to block it all out and have hope no doubt
I’m trying to walk God’s narrow route…narrow route…
The future is an amazing place to be unconditionally
The past needs to be in yesterday’s pile honestly
God, I need You to make me happy and glad again
Lord, I need You to make me less snappy times ten
I’m happy in my own little shoes
Happiness and joy is what I choose
Up in this Havasu town…in this Havasu town…
I’m dealing with sweaty palms
The crazy storm inside me calms
Me down with an upside down frown!