Long Deterred Poems
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Not quite herself, her forehead hot;
it seems she has thrown up a lot.
And so she’s come to stay with me,
exposing me to what she’s got.
The baby and the other three,
off to the pool to try and see
if they can learn a stroke or two,
around the water, safer be.
I think I had some things to do,
but I’m not even sure that’s true.
I’ll leap at spending time with her,
if only for an hour or two.
And so we will not be deterred,
and in agreement, we concur
that propped up on the bed to rest
is something that we both prefer.
She snuggles in, and that’s the best.
If truth be told, I must confess
I love to watch the chimpanzees,
and with her here, I’m pretty blessed.
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For the Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Soto Poet
Written on 5/26/22
Mabel Jones and her four kids, Tyrese, Sheldon, Christopher, and Myriah (each with different fathers) went to church every Sunday, and the kids attended bible school five days a week in the summertime.
As a family, they sat all week long under huge white canvas tents on smouldering hot summer nights for Revivals.
Mable Jones testified the same sorrowful condensed story of her life every Sunday during the time that they set aside for testimony. She danced with the holy ghost, shouted, and spoke in tongues.
She gave up ten percent of her earnings to tithes and few dollars more to the youth group every Sunday.
She beat her children every Monday for the old and the new, just like her mama use to do when she was small.
Ten years ago she traded her crack pipe for a bible, and now she felt self-righteous. Every chance she got she would curse out the degenerates that atrociously hung around the front of her apartment building.
She would intimidate some of them, and they would scatter about only to return after she left. For the most part, the majority of them would stay and match her curse words and threats.
Even when they threatened her, she was not deterred. She was determined to have the mischief stopped. She would call the police and gave them vital information that led to the arrest of some of the riffraff.
De'Aundre self-appointed businessman, that controlled that section of East End. When he got word of Mable Jones interfering with his business, he got two of his soldiers to rough her up.
It was a brutal beating, and she spent weeks in the hospital recuperating.
It was a lesson well learned, and she counted herself lucky that she was still alive.
Now Mable Jones no longer approaches the degenerates in front of her apartment building but hurries past them to get to her apartment.
However every Sunday during the time that was set aside for testimony, she added to her regular testimony her accounts with the devil.
copyright 2013 River Front Tower/Tower of Souls
He was a one-of-a kind little pup
Mostly white, with caramel patches.
His tail curled up, like an Akita
With big paws for dangerous scratches.
He was no pure breed, but he was ours
His name was Charlie, or "Charlie Bar"
Who was sweet to family, but not all others.
He grew to a fairly plump eighty pounds
And loved to wrestle under the covers.
He was erratic and awkward, but he was ours.
At the sound of a doorbell, real or TV
He would launch into panic mode.
Barking and charging toward the door
To defend the family and our abode.
He wasn't the smartest, but he was ours.
Food was Charlie's chief motivation
Never deterred from a morsel or crumb.
He ate at a frenzied, gulping rate
And drank 'til his tongue went numb.
He was never graceful, but he was ours.
He followed my wife wherever she went
No room was off limits, no treat rejected.
He reacted to everything that moved
But my wife felt safe and protected.
He was "a baby" for sure, but he was ours.
He felt challenged by two tiny dogs next door
And attacked the fence with great zeal.
Pretending to be our home's great defender
But we knew his attacks weren't real.
He was a menace we know, but he was ours.
He loved walks and new toys would thrill him
And hangers under doors he attacked!
Timely meals and snacks were important
And no attention or affection he lacked.
He was a wuss, but he was ours.
Thank you, Charlie, for the years in our family
For the laughter you gave and your loyalty too.
I wish there were more, but I cherish the times
You enriched our lives and you saw us through.
For profound happiness, thank God he was ours.
This type of acrostic uses a phrase centered in the middle of the piece
as the focal point. The form is sometimes called a spine poem, as in the spine of a book.
In the beginning Almighty "GOD" created light and all that is good.
In quick response to his "COMMANDS" of many “Let there be’s”,
darkness is transformed to "THE" perfect place until man rebelled.
Not deterred God sent the "LIGHT" of the World, His Son, to impart
the exact image of Himself "TO" show again the excellence which
can be revealed as God’s "SHINE" kindles the spark of our faith.
She didn’t have a fairytale life
With happily ever afters
Or special tea parties
with looney Mad Hatters
She grew up imagining
Prince Charming on a white horse
She was a pretend Sleeping Beauty
who’s path took a different course
Drugs, gifts and deception
Trafficked for human pleasures
No high seas adventures
or searching for treasures
With the smell of sweat and beer
From the next working fellow
She held onto Snow White
and her favorite Cinderella
She wasn’t blond like Rapunzel
With that flowing long hair
Still that never deterred them
From touching her down there
He called her his Pocahontas
His slave of the prairie
Sure she was kinda pretty
But not someone he’d marry
Separation from her people
a heroine needle in her arm
It was the prison prick illusion
That held so much charm
She could escape to her castle
And let her shame drift away
Slip into pools of perfection
While white fairies would play
No one to rescue her
Her Prince Charming was a Snake
So she finally saved herself
By making her own escape
No more Fairytale deceptions
She now warns the girls she meets
“Stay away from pretend Princes
those Snakes run these streets.”
Native women are disproportionately victims of human trafficking.
Residential schools played a role in separating them from their own history, language and stories.
to hold a seed
is to grasp all of life's meanings
beauty hides within
in an anticipated birth
that can unfold in any color
reach any height
array itself beneath the sun
drink freely of God's given light
grow to any shape
encompass a mountain
fill any meadow
uses any path
the world produces its transport
no distance is too great
to its fruition
and once life begins within
its sojourn has but one destiny
to make another seed
some may falter, life has chances
a roll of the dice
but the will of the majority
cannot fail their destiny
sitting on this bench
it is easy to see
the world is a wonder to behold
seeds will not be deterred
i know this fate intimately
every time i cup your cheek
gaze into your eyes
taste the dovecote of your lips
as butterflies pell-mell within me
i discovered where Earth wanted me
when that tumbleweed seed
came to rest at your feet
OKC 9/22
Take a church full of sinners with issues galore,
each needing profoundly the grace of the Lord.
Some trapped in addiction, some weighed down in sin,
some struggling with faith, some who tried but gave in.
Some filled with anger and some with regret,
some who cannot forgive, but there’s one group I fret -
the judgmental crowd. They make it so tough,
thinking they have no sin or that they’re good enough.
And I wish that were all but it’s not for I find,
they poison the whole for they’re willfully blind.
Doing all that they must to protect the charade,
ranking sins amongst others and handing out shame.
Handcrafting a culture that turns out to be,
in direct opposition to what sinners need.
A place to be open, a place to confess,
a place to find comfort, a place to find rest.
A place to find Christ and the healing He gives.
A place to start over, but somehow this lives
in the culture of church after church I observe.
I guess human nature just can’t be deterred.
For it seems to be common despite where I go -
the part poisons all, no one stops it and so
the judgmental crowd wins and history repeats
where they end up the only ones… left in the seats.
If a dog is stopped from pooping, is he DEterred?
Has your hair all of a sudden DEparted?
Donald Duck's pay cheque was once DEducted
To get a seat at a concert, do you ever use DEceit?
Have you ever seen a tree DEbark?
If you spit out a breath mint, do you DEsert?
Do your trousers ever get DEpressed?
Do skirts sometimes get DEpleted?
If a cop tears up one of two tickets, does he have to DEfine
Can locomotive engineer's mind get DErailed?
Do first nation peoples live by DEcree?
When a painter farts, do they imitate DEgas?
If you try and fail, do you DEcant?
The lowest card in a deck is a two, I DEduce
If a dog gives you a tiny bite, is that called a DEbit?
© Jack Ellison 2013
Form:
Detaching myself from past experiences' dilemma
determined heart of mine denounces deceit-dominance
dauntless to soar despite distractions…
Devastated by dear Mom’s demise
distressed due to Dad’s despair over his darling’s death
despondent soul faced courage draining…
Demoralized with Brod’s departure from vowed kingdom duties
decreasing steadfastness questioned difficult virtue-demands
debilitating commitment’s diligence, struggling to defy doubts…
Despicable guilt-angst drowned my devotion
dampening service zeal with deafening “don’ts”
drying the will’s sap with demeaning failure doom…
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Delivered triumphantly from days of despair
discreet spirit does cleave to God for His direction
daily yielding to Him midst complete dependence…
Dealt well by the Saviour’s grace to face such decade
dedicated indomitable spirit, propped with decisiveness
deterred not to deny my LORD Who secures me around His defense…
Driven now to ascend midst lurking detours
divinely-braced faith derails disorientation
drawn* to GOD for reaching-out ministerial delight.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
January 13, 2021
I bleed concepts, coldest hearts fail to execute first attempt
Not shaken or slightly discouraged
Explore your choices no need to voice my opinion
Volumes of knowledge bloodied and scarred from the battle
By far a worthy friend
Resilient in the face of oppisition
Convinced i am convicted
I've been a free man ever since it
I see you sense my presence
A heart of a Spartan detected
Suffer sorrow in silence
I enjoy the burden when i can carry it
Despair none, think nothing of it
Storms and pain that you can;t count the amount of
Emotions I master you
Feelings they just make me numb some
Lady's i'm sorry it's not your fault by far girls
fellow survivors, fallen soldiers i salute you
Sighs for their loved ones in their last breath before death and I respect it
Deterred No! not fazed by false friends
As false as their words are
As far as their heart is from me
No need to show them
I am a Leader, I lead men
destined, chosen to fall and rise higher
Competition I love it, I'll race if you wanna test me
Sweating not one fiery dart, calm in the face of fire
Hot headed...... I'm a straight line once you cross me
forgiving out of respect for another human
As always out of care and concern
And if you try to play me
I'm a black sheep like Willy Mays
I played with the Greatest
Learn from misteps mis-taken
I've survived on seashells don't mistake it
Braced for betrayal, Related to many men of Valor
Persuasive when i got a point to make
Evasive mischievous I know the tricks of the coyote
If the feelings there I'm catching ponies
And before I go out to war I get my Blessing from the Medicine man