Long Follow Poems
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At first glance, the sky felt close.
The air held still, like it was waiting.
You stood where the horizon broke.
Soft mornings, quiet beginnings.
Light spilling through open space.
Everything felt possible.
Feathers caught in your sleeves,
wind threading through your voice,
always reaching upward.
Stone beneath my feet,
roots tightening with every step.
I never learned to lift.
You spoke of distance,
of leaving the ground behind.
I counted what could be held.
Maps drawn in opposite directions,
yours without borders,
mine folding back on itself.
A restless sky,
a patient earth.
Neither willing to change.
Your shadow grew smaller,
mine stayed where it began.
We called that balance.
Always too soon to stay,
always too late to follow.
We kept missing the same moment.
Hands almost meeting,
then pulled by different forces.
Something unseen deciding.
You with wings half-open,
me with weight in my chest.
We tried anyway.
The wind answered you,
the ground answered me.
Neither answered us.
So you rose a little higher,
and I stayed where things remain.
We named it understanding.
No anger, no breaking.
Just distance settling in.
Quiet as it came.
Gravity held me steady,
your wings refused the stillness —
we were never meant to stay.
Important happenstances continue to echo
in future life also.
Might be attenuated in pitch
reduced in slow decay.
being filtered with passage of time
My Dad was my Idol, Philosopher and Guide
to inspire, instruct, direct and protect me.
His advices continuously echo in my mind
on same strength without losing intensity .
'Echo Filtering Reality' at least failed in this aspect
I strictly follow all his instructions
throughout my life till date.
His blessings and affection showering me
all along echoing in my soul, just unfiltered.
The voices of my Dad to echo in my ears
not fading with Time but guarding me at every step.
As the day broke,
the sun shone bright,
surely, whoever was in charge of sunlight
was working overtime.
The morning found us at work,
our hands moving from propagules
to seedlings,
from preparation to planting,
each mangrove finding its place
in the soil that would one day hold a forest.
Dick, Tom and Harry were all excited,
not merely planting trees,
but restoring a forest
one seedling at a time.
With every propagule we prepared,
and every seedling we planted,
the island taught us something,
that mangroves were more than trees,
that their roots held more than soil,
and that their silence spoke
for an environment worth protecting.
But as the days folded into one another,
the work we had come for
slowly approached its end.
And as the old saying goes,
all work and no play
makes Jack a dull boy.
So when the afternoon sun softened,
we traded our tools for the sea.
We swam,
played along the beach,
laughed until the day's labour
felt like a distant memory.
Then came Pastor Kagoto,
our local captain,
whose boat seemed to carry
more than passengers.
Some of us would quietly follow,
one by one,
as though joining a secret expedition.
But this was no ordinary voyage.
The boat became our stage,
folk songs filling the air,
poems crossing the waves,
and sudden stops along the channel
turning strangers into dancers.
And somewhere between the songs
and the laughter,
Pastor Kagoto would introduce
some of his new friends
to the local brewery,
where freshly harvested mnazi
waited to tell its own story.
By day,
we restored the island.
By afternoon,
the island restored us.
And somewhere between
the mangroves, the music,
the saltwater and the laughter,
we began to realise-
our time on the island
was running out.
In twilight years, your ways now set,
it’s now you’re finally ‘you’.
A life fulfilled, or just regrets
you’d not seen all dreams through.
You race like mad to make up time
misplaced along the way,
the things you missed, whilst in your prime,
you’re searching for today.
We never realise all dreams
or satisfy all needs,
but have to live within our means
and follow where life leads.
So be at peace inside yourself
as final days draw near,
and know you’ve taken from life’s shelf,
the best that ‘you’ held dear.
Seek out the things you still desire,
still live your life in full,
for naught can quench the inner fire,
your spirit age can’t dull.
Then when at last you take your leave
you’ll journey with a smile,
for in your heart you’ll then believe
your lifetime was worthwhile.
Ivor G Davies
June 19 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 12
Key Verse – Proverbs 12:8 A man shall be commended according to his wisdom: but he that is of a perverse heart shall be despised.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMENDING MY WISDOM
Thank You for commending my wisdom that comes from Your Word
Which You established by Your truth’s record
Ever upholding me against being worldly or bored
While I seek Your will along the grace You alone can afford.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that comes from Your name
Which You magnified midst Your divine fame
Ever brightening me with salvation-assurance flame
While I glow in Your radiance, sanctified from sin’s shame.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that asserts Your holiness
Which You affirmed through Your perfect righteousness
Ever correcting me from pride and selfishness
While I receive Your reproofs for transformation’s effectiveness.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that speaks of Your compassion
Which You authored by virtue of Your love’s action
Ever caring for me despite human corruption
While I stay in Your fellowship for contentment’s satisfaction.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that praises Your majesty
Which You ordained in Your sovereignty
Ever teaching me to submit with genuine humility
While I follow Your guidance of fatherly authority.
Thank You for commending my wisdom that rejoices in Your blessing
Which You planned according to Your timely placing
Ever gladdening me so I can go on … heavenly pressing
While I delight in Your presence of fellowship’s bracing.
June 19, 2022
Some days we can be down in so walking upon our way
With satan trying to drown and the games that he'll play
A drive always filled with praise as a new day soon begins
In the seeing of His Ways and how He forgives us our sins
The song saying "You're one of my kind", one, two, three
As I look and what do I find, the license #JJJ I would see
Back to the religious station... a poem I wrote yesterday
To my elation so would that very song also gleefully say
Singing out "You are the light and you just gotta shine"
As in every time I write, He often has a follow-up line
But that isn't the end, but now you know the beginning
The next message He'd send really had me grinning
For that song quickly ended as I ponder each thought
His timing so splendid in knowing the answer I sought
"He knows" the song repeated just as He knows YOU
No longer feeling defeated, God's Love being so true
Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him,
and he shall direct thy paths.
It's like finding Waldo. God is very hard to see in today's society
however if you seek him you will find Him. And then it will become
very clear that He is there.
Captain of the most distant islands
living poem among my proses
that each one was exchanging for roses
with moonlight and wandering mornings
II
You loved as few have loved
with sea madness and clear lyrics
the greatest poet that will remain in us
as he in the calm portrayed...
III
The island was your light and your horizon
was a witness to your fate, luck
let my verse take you back
IV
Timemate here awaits you
beyond this letter and this death
I follow your companion brand...!
PS TRANSLATION/ADAPTATION OF THE POEM
SONNET OF THE POETISA ADELA CARPORAL
ARGENTINA FOR THE COLLECTION 1000
POEMS FOR PABLO NERUDA.
by alkas
When I look around I see a world filled with sin
People satisfying their own desires that they have deep within
Living life like there's no tomorrow
Smoking and drinking, trying to remove their sorrow
What does it profit a man if he gains everything in life
It makes no sense if He doesn't have Jesus Christ
We don't worship gods made with gold or wooden pieces
We worship the one true God, His name is Jesus
And the truth is you can't handle us
Coz in Christ, we are more than conquerors
So don't follow this world, don't go with the flow
All of that is trivial, just so you know
What matters is where you spend eternity
So humble yourselves in front of the God Almighty
Don't stand with your head held high, get down on your knees
Coz God doesn't care about your status, it's your heart that He sees
Delight yourself in the Lord and He will grant the desires of your heart
And that's what I've been trying to say from the start
I rise from deep within the earth
out of pressured lavas
I rise above the level into
breathable realms
I rise following the risen
He who set my path and
monitors my lift lovingly
tenderly, yet such pinions
given of steeliness unpluckable
I rise for the grace of the Father,
for the loving sacrifice of the Son,
for the Spirit, all Powerful, Ever-present,
All Knowing – I rise from man's mental
coma...from delirium of his lesser ego,
from estrangement of his physical-obstinance;
climbing higher, into loftier, far brighter reality
of being...
cleanly exalted, my consciousness purified –
I rise on frequencies of heavenly choirs...
throngs of worshiping angels welcoming, wings
fanning my once fuming soul – all the while
singing Praise to Christ, man's Conqueror Lord:
The slayer of Death; the Subduer of devils
and their throngs of whispering, shouting,
deafening demons;
I rise from out under the Master Liar...jealous possessor,
once Arc of God's Most beloved till Fallen...
I rise on a divine swell of compassion and forgiveness –
carried yet higher, on upward, surging tide of greater purification,
resurrected with Divine momentum...a soaring sea of expanding
spiritual freedom...
It is Easter,
as The Risen One anointed, so shall we follow
and rise!
“Glory to God
in His Highest!”
Lord make me aware, attuned to you my form.
As a funnel like the diggeridoo.' Or violins tempo harp or piano chords beat my heart to
The drumbeat of your dreams.' Tune me as a
Guitar; that is hidden unseen' let my notes make your greatness known' make the message strong and keen.' All is full of glory
That you do.' Make of some writers, and poets
Too.' May all this become true..Let these events stand before all men.! Make some healers and others singers about your great
Name' lord let it be so as it was back then the same.' This gets me thinking please return again.' In the meantime Father grant us accord to evangelists and prophets that will
Stand in your great battlefield Lord.' Through perecution bring us safe i pray, we trust only
In you, to your plans we yield.' Breath upon us Lord, make us ready every
Woman every man.' Tell us bear fruit in this season', how to bless you?
Holy and Grand' you alone are Righteous and True' i will follow in your footsteps; there are no other gods..I would place before you.' Our Father Allmighty Father allmighty ever' making things ever new.!