Long Chide Poems
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The Quiet keeps a little Door—
No Mortal sees it Swing—
Yet every Rose that folds its Silk
Knows well the hidden Thing—
A Fragrance—not of Orchard fair—
Nor Clover, kissed by Noon—
But Earth's own solemn Covenant
Beneath the Harvest Moon—
The Lilies do not chide the Dust—
The Robin stays his Hymn—
For Life resigns her borrowed Breath
To Chambers faint—and dim—
What Men would name Corruption's Trade—
The Meadow whispers—"Grace"—
Each Falling Leaf becomes a Star
In some forgotten Place—
If Putrescine should wear a Crown—
'Tis woven not of Shame—
But of the patient Chemistry
That gives the Soil its Name—
So Death—who keeps no jealous Purse—
Returns what once was given—
And every silent Molecule
Still keeps its Road—to Heaven.
You Were There…
You were there when the clouds came
And my world crashed down in heavy rain;
There for me. Never left my side
When we walked the valley dark through rising tides.
You were there to hear the sunshine sing
When my joy shone bright as spring;
Shared with me ev’ry day in dawn reposes
Like the fresh new air - the scent of roses.
You were there at the winter's start
When snowflakes blew across my heart;
Always there, walking side by side
The world turned away, your smile did not chide.
You were there in my searing pain
In my need, in each broken tear refrain;
Even there against all odds at the end of night
Like warmth of a new morning light.
You were there when my road
Looked too steep to climb, ready to implode;
Gave me faith I could reach the top of every mountain
Refreshed by hope splashing as a sparkling fountain.
You were there when I walked alone
In the thunder as the lightning shone;
You took my hand and gently walked with me
Sharing my troubled soul, setting my burdens free.
In my heart I know that miles and days can’t part us,
Your love gives me strength for the journey so precious;
You are here when it seems mountain valleys never end
You are here, here with me, eternal love, eternal friend.
10-21-22
Contest: From the Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
If the best things in life are free
Why does the world revolve around money?
Must I die in order to enjoy my fruits?
What lies ahead after the game of pursuit?
After I possess the gold, cars and home
What other wealth can I obtain unknown?
Can I buy a ticket into the pearly gates?
How can I obtain a way to avoid destiny or fate?
Must I pay friends in order for them to stand by me?
Without currency, will the love of my life still lay beside me?
At night, will this witch continue to ride me?
Will the spirit of greed forever chide me?
How long will the almighty dollar hide me?
Worldly riches will never make me whole
For, I am rich within my soul
Yet, my final home I have yet to see
My father possesses riches unknown
Throughout eternity I wallow besides poverty happily
But poverty will never swallow me
I riff flecked about thee august
Autumn Equinox 2018,
this polymath learned why,
September Equinox
will be at 9:54 PM,
which spoiler alert thy
learned (courtesy Google),
when Or Sun Wells
crosses celestial equator
i.e. (imaginary line in sky
above Earth's Equator
from north to south), a quiet rye
hit moment occurs
Saturday September 22nd, 2018
(at 9:54 PM Eastern
Time) marks onset
of apple cider
and pumpkin pie
a distinct golden jacketed
matted palette well nigh
paints arboreal swath, sans
quiet riot of brilliant
color, that doth belie
rampant terrestrial, unreal,
and venal degradation aye
temporarily turning a (third)
blind eye apathetically, blithely,
and conveniently shunting aside
eyesore fissured gash - wide
cleft wound, where hide
ding away from
global abuse decried
as feeble effort
ignoring doth decide
fate i.e. as does wrecking,
where precious resources espied
snubbing, and thumbing nose
(figuratively) asper dead
serious portentous desperate
(falling on deaf ears) plea chide
dismissively mocking (bird
den some) prophesying,
whence creator cried
alarming, blaring, and clanging
sounding Doomsday Clock,
where ambivalence unheeded
scathing tragic miss guide
did exploitative testament,
where survival of fittest tried
to the max, viz (courtesy
of *****sapiens)
as Mother Nature dost allied
flora and fauna espied
comprising vibrant biosphere
each betrothed nsync, and guide
ding generic hominids shrugging
(Atlas sized fountain head)
off beholden hide
bound wedded bliss
to the other,
this observer awestruck,
sans whirled, wide webbed biota
adorns terra firmae analogous,
qua expectant wedded bride
named Gaia – resplendent
raiment adorned playfully chide,
when (dark and Stormy Dan
yells) Armageddon
legatee - time ran
out for *****sapiens meaning...
salvation to late for human
knit tee, cuz field day, sans
grim reaper will
glory in field day
whar cross bones
numb skull pay fealty.
January 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 16-18
Key Verse – Exodus 16:4 Then said the Lord unto Moses, Behold, I will rain bread from heaven for you; and the people shall go out and gather a certain rate every day, that I may prove them, whether they will walk in my law, or no.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PROVES US
Praise be to God for proving us whether we:
Walk in His laws, or wander from His light
Worship Him lovingly, or waver against Him lousily
Wax wisely in His lessons, or wane in our lusts
Win through His lordship, or wiggle from His leadership
Exodus 17:2 Praise be to the Lord for admonishing us
when we chide and complain:
Murmuring against His provisions
Maneuvering against His providence
Mocking His power
Moving against His purpose
Missing His plan
Exodus 18:4 Praise be to the Saviour for He is our help:
Delivering us from Satan’s sword
Deterring us from selfishness’ stature
Defending us from soulwinning’s smitings
Driving us from self-sufficiency’s sacrifice
Dressing us from scarcity’s spoilage. Amen!
January 23, 2024
December 27 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 15-16
Key Verse – Revelation 15:2 And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire: and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his mark, and over the number of his name, stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME VICTORY
Thank You for giving me victory over adversities
As You pull my soul from hardening iniquities
Because of Your forgiveness’ verities
Whenever I express to You my need-entreaties.
Thank You for giving me victory over mistakes
As You free my heart from agonizing quakes
Because of Your graciousness’ shakes
Whenever I admit to You my devotion-brakes.
Thank You for giving me victory over frettings
As You drive my spirit from gripping fightings
Because of Your peacefulness’ feastings
Whenever I come to You for my weakness-faintings.
Thank You for giving me victory over miseries
As You cheer my mind from shocking worries
Because of Your faithfulness’ glories
Whenever I commune with You about my commitment-stories.
Thank You for giving me victory over pride
As You abase my arrogance from mocking chide
Because of Your meekness’ tide
Whenever I submit to You my haughtiness-stride.
Thank You for giving me victory over challenges
As You strengthen my faith from accusing charges
Because of Your goodness’ changes
Whenever I cast to You my doubt-cringes.
Thank You for giving me victory over discomfort
As You bless my sacrifices from maximizing effort
Because of Your greatness’ support
Whenever I entrust to You my integrity-report.
Are You a Narwhal?
That large whale with a unicorn-like tusk,
Eating cod or halibut whenever it must,
Swimming around in small groups so cosy,
Clicking, whistling or knocking so noisy.
Are you a narwhal, jousting with others?
Animals are supposed to be configured as brothers;
Its protruding tooth, so obvious and offensive,
Reminds me of my potentiality to be abusive.
Do you joust with your neighbours, spar and contend,
That you’re more than them, yourself do you tend?
Do you stand on that invisible step that we all have,
Right beside us, all the time, to get one above?
Do you catch the other person out whenever you can?
Just for the kick and the thrill, yourself not to ban?
Do you stay with your own type, gather in small groups?
Do you trust only them so your clique has no loops?
Do you laugh in their face when they’re down and embarrassed?
Do you edify yourself with your own tales of piety harnessed?
Do you chide at the first thing you see not quite right?
Do you retain all your money, with charity are you tight?
Don't be a narwhal, just emulate their way,
That's also obvious to me on this day;
Strong, long and elegant, swimming away,
Rearing their young, keeping predators at bay.
'Twas a soft, sunny evening—I was milling about,
basking in breezes and dying to doubt—
when at once I crossed paths with a fellow of charm:
a young gentle-mantis took perch on my arm.
He asked how I was; I replied: "Tis all fine!"
Then in good cheer I repeated his line.
At once he was nervous, and shuffled his wings.
I asked then if he was all right with all things.
He poured out his heart, so full of dark fear!
For he'd found a lady, and bought her a beer.
And tonight was to mate her, but there was a catch:
She might fancy him dinner—the poor, sorry wretch!
And then, I confess, I chuckled and sighed,
and the young gentle-mantis, he started to chide.
But I held up my hand, and said with a smirk:
"Your species has problems. Mine, too, has its quirk."
He asked in confusion just what I had meant,
and I relived all of the tears I had spent.
"Your women take only your bodies as tax;
Our women burn hearts as candles of wax!"
The mantis scoffed, said that we at least live,
and I shrugged my shoulders, for what did I give?
Better to perish while love is alive,
than drift through the years with no will to strive.
14 August 2016
Waves of thoughts hover over you my dear,
my precious pearl, my prince perfect, my pride.
As you gently grow up and glide with cheer,
I hide my love in pain when you I chide.
Why do I always put you before me?
Answer to such questions only God knows!
With bliss, joy and peace I wish you to glee,
when mother's instinct blindly overflows.
You leave me in awe with your deep insight,
In your light let many smiles of hope gleam.
May the path you tread illuminate bright,
as you give wings to your most cherished dreams.
You will be my priceless jewel ever.
My devout prayers will shield you forever.
Date: 12/22/2020
Submitted for: Completely Your Choice (41) Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
We still have troops in Germany and Japan from World War Two
Yet look at hard fought Iraq which was allowed to turn into a zoo
With Putin laughing in his face as Syria already did so twice
He turned US into a disgrace now nothing we do will suffice
He told US were weren't the elite that there is no exceptionality
Even the constitution is in retreat waiting for his immigration decree
Removing missiles and cutting troops in giving Putin a wide open chance
Transparency, more like jumping though hoops, oh and his pro-choice stance
He left his "white devil" hate filled minster for this he could no longer hide
But if anyone causes a stir this one will turn around and start to chide
He said "seems the worlds falling apart", then he went about his vacation
And Mr. President, when did this all start? When you took over this Nation
The walls are now starting to crash in, the wheels are coming off the bus
And there you sit with that grin asking everybody what's all the fuss
Scandal, after scandal after scandal affects so apparent even you can see
And you're looking for your sandal, as all those vacations you take are free
Putin said and I paraphrase, America needs to back out off it(Ukraine) everybody
should know we are a well armed nuclear power. We realize it now Mr. Putin