Long Giving Poems
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Born to die, we live to dream
Thoughts flowi boundless as the sky
The world closing in with a cold metal scream
As we search for the how, scan for the why
Pray for an answer to the problem of living.
Our questions are old, desires unforgiving
We make love and war, with passionate fury
We tally the balance of taking, giving
Thinking like judges and behave like juries
Cooling our emotions in reason's soft light.
We decide our own fates on the edge of night
When the time comes and finds us no place to retreat
We control our rage, command our fright
To take leave of us, casting weakness at our feet
To take our place at last, to look back nevermore.
The time draws near, when we shall knock on Heaven's door.
She was next in line and was in a real hurry
And was about to whine as she had to scurry
It was a big day and a lot needed to be done
She had to get on her way, she had to run
Then looking ahead and seeing the lady's face
As the cashier said you're a bit short today Grace
And as Grace dug looking for just ten more cent
In being so smug this woman would soon resent
When suddenly from behind a man stepped forward
Miss, if you don't mind ten cents is what I think I heard
Giving it to the cashier and then getting back in line
Now finally she was so near and all would be fine
But instead she turned and motioned him ahead
Something inside yearned as the voice in her head
So simple yet so kind it was something she had missed
Maybe again she could find at least she had wished
I am told this was the most popular baby boys' name in 1984.
I was born that year and in high school I had 40 friends; maybe more—
With the same first name to grace the locker room floor.
So I learned not to turn around when classmates in the hallway begun to hiss...
The most common name that rhymes with this.
As for the rules of this contest, I still could write my real name and give all Soupsters' the fits.
But no matter how common my name may be...
It is wondrous and with a different one, I may not even be me.
Thank you this for rhyming with hiss and thank you for giving all Soupsters' the fits!
for real—
1/07/17
Please, God – never let me go
Don’t allow me to loose the hope
That comes to me because I know
You are the owner of my soul,
You are the giver of my faith,
You are the reason I can sincerely say…
Love will always find a way
Love will never doubt the grace
Love will always bring a second chance
Love will never let doubt get in the way
Love will always sing and pray…
For light that erases the darkest dread,
For smiles that fill the heart with thanks,
For joy that knows everything will be okay
Please, God – never let me forget
You are with me, forever inspiring me to pray
For the wonder of a sincerity that never forgets
There is a answer to every doubt or fear,
There is a power that comes to life when You’re near
There is a miracle of love that abides throughout the years
Forever, You are with me, completing and correcting,
With kindness and acceptance – You always forgive me
For the sins that keep me from the perfection
That comes to those who enter Your kingdom,
Feel the wonder of Your love surrounding their spirit,
The miracle of a love that overflows with gentleness,
The beautiful that comes to life for the ones who believe,
Without giving in to the darkness – there is a love with You,
A forever love that makes the heart brand new –
Gives the hope that is like a living truth,
Reminds the sinner that there is forgiveness and redemption,
A forever with the Creator, the One who gave love
Beyond our wildest dreams – love that shines so bright
It silences every fear, reassures and encourages
The most beautiful peace, the grace that brings hope
Beyond what we might imagine – this is a hope
For everlasting – forever with the One who touches the soul
With love that never ends – love from our best friend
Jesus – who is everything we will ever need to become
Brighter than the morning sun, alive with the light of love!
Sad broken boy
When will you become a man
You try flying high
wishing you were Peter Pan
But you don’t understand
the stuff you’re putting in your veins
is taking you to a Never Never Land
That pain you hold
you’ll never ever escape
with needles pills or vape
You’re giving up bits of yourself
that the Hook is happy to take
On wobbly legs you walk the plank
and the crocodile is wide awake
One more Never Never Land trip
could mean never ever being free
That place you travel to
it won’t help you to truly see
The real trip is facing your misery
You can’t mine for silver
floating in the clouds
above your history
In the world you travel to
the monsters are real
The power they yield
is making you not feel
I know that numbness has its own appeal
Still I wish I could show you
you’re making a bad deal
Your soul is being dined on
and the demons are enjoying the meal
Seek God’s help
He has a perfect plan
He can heal the boy and the man
Things can be better than
being a pretend Peter Pan
Choose the great escape
from Never Never Land
You are meant to inhabit a Promised Land
It's your choice
leave you burden at the Cross
take Jesus's hand.
He stares at me with big brown eyes,
Causing me to think of stars in the skies.
He touches my hand with a cold nose,
Reminding me of how gently he goes.
He licks his chops whenever I eat,
Letting me know he’s there at my feet.
He always gets a few tidbits of my meal,
A little gift that lets him know how I feel.
He waits at the front door for me to pull up,
Always excited beyond any other pup.
He jumps up and down, pouncing for joy,
Showing his love as I smile, “that a boy”.
He runs like wildfire after a tennis ball,
Bringing it back to me at an indifferent crawl.
He barks at the tv and howls at the vet,
Giving me pleasure unlike any other pet.
He is a canine who has become a best friend.
There isn’t a doubt he’ll be with me til’ the end.
He creates a powerful pleasure within me,
Something no one or nothing else can free.
He may be a dog, but I think of him so dearly,
There is nothing to describe him very clearly.
He is a blessing, a wonder and a true prize,
Where would I be without the love in his eyes?
Grouchy is a grubby feeling,
with the nasty taste of blah;
makes you out of sorts with living,
the opposite of hurrah.
You don’t like anything
you used to really love;
instead of giving kisses
you would rather pinch or shove.
You are bored to tears;
your toys - worn out and old;
you sit before your breakfast
until the eggs are cold.
No one can please you,
not even mom or dad;
and if you are not careful,
you’re in your room for being bad!
Some people say, “You got up
on the wrong side of the bed;”
maybe you should get back in,
crawl out the other side instead.
What makes you feel so out of sorts?
You think you just might cry
and mommy says she’s sure you ate
a slice of gritty grumble pie.
We all have days that go kerplunk;
we do some things we shouldn’t do,
but it will soon get better;
pull your feet out of grouch goo.
Just put a smile on that sweet face
and tell the grump to go away;
the sun is up and life is good,
get busy, go outside and play!
© September 18, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
In an imaginary world where believe is everything,
there existed a dress of a magic perception,
for any occasion or who you meet it changes to its occasion.
Like the individual feeling you sense in that circumstance,
giving the eye of the beholder a dress of perceptive romance.
The dress always in perfect fit and accessories included,
the soul knows that she is perfect and the dress has to reveal it.
But as the soul matures only by experience,
the dress struggles with making perfect decisions.
The compromised dress in the wrong place,
and with whom not at the right time in sensitive space.
Tensions touching the weakest button,
the swilling chest of motions gets the boat rocking.
The top button jumps into the reflected image,
splitte personality without knowledge.
One cannot blame others, they acting like a mirror,
making the perfected image more queerer.
Every smile you get is usually a compliment,
creating reflections in multitude consent.
Every soul in its multiple reflection dress,
many mirror souls making beauty timeless.
My colors bloom and die with the seasons of life
My colors are bright and paint everything around me
My colors are dead and my broken bones soften the uneasiness your soles walk on
There's beauty in death because it leaves room for birth
I remain the same being but born to new habits
They say you've changed but I still have the same name
Planted in God's roots I rock on the red carpet with my dirty boots
Some of her rays of wisdom fall on me
Giving spring to my perseverance and winter beauty to my branches
My colors are a mirror of your grace
p.s. I will leave behind poison like leaves falling from a tree...
A voice was heard
An obnoxious statement within non-reasons
All throughout the seasons
Credit was due
I created and made you
What awful words to say
JESUS is my all
Such words were recalled
Ignored and disregarded.
Anger sets in
No smile nor grin
Prayers, Peace, Silence
Spoken words with kindness
Fiery words given
Giving credit to JESUS above
Not an individual
Through hatred, with no love.
Shine, Shine, Shine
Satan is lying
JESUS gives us strength
The King and Master of all things.
Note: Someone said to another individual that they made that person. The reason for them to shine was through them only. Trust in Jesus alone. Prayers change things. Create a plan and goal for yourself. Your destiny lies in Jesus's hands. You are you, made individually.
Soft-spoken words are best than harshly spoken words of anger.