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Coming Home

It is a day that is so longingly awaited for
In fact nothing else is wanted more
So far off in yet another foreign land 
As America continues to make Her stand

Just out of reach beyond every horizon
I’m really looking forward to seeing you Son
Knowing how much that you must have grown
For you have done so well on your very own

But this time it just seems so, so long
Maybe it’s just that I’m not as strong
My mind rummaging through all those days of the past
So enjoy all of your life, for time certainly doesn’t last

You make me so proud in all that you do
With this little poem saying how much we all miss you
We can’t wait to again see your face
For we all miss you so much around this place

Come Home Soon
God speed
Form: Rhyme


Majesty Queen Elizabeth Heavy Lies the Crown

Hear Yee , Hear Yee

Elizabeth "The' Queen

Here she lie's dead in state entombed
in saintly grace

Her smile as is her likeness of she no more

Send her forth victorious in resplendent
elegance riding sidesaddle upon an 
equine train bitting on the bridle 

To spirit her soul away duties levies paid
in full to all bar none subject come 

Rest in peace , rest full well , rest in
everlasting ease complete 

Blow the trumpets way up on high
let the bugle's cry and pipes a
pipes a play

Unfurl the pageantry and banners of all
ages fly the royal standard at half mast 
all around the 4 corners of her Commonwealth 

And pray let her know she is in no
small part sorely already missed 

And sadly I fear will be for many a long
year to come 

So God speed your Majesty on this your
final cavalcade 

From reign to grave

As surely he awaits 

Most patiently an audience with thee

Your Queen ordained keeper , leader,
defender of the faith 

She who's head deemed worthy to be
placed underneath to bear the heaviest 
burden of the Regal Crown

It Was My Resurrection Too: (Part 2) Just Sit On It

Mary Magdeline and Mary the mother of Jesus the Christ
went to the tomb was Jesus was laid after the sacrifice
it was a risky venture but they felt a powerful need
to go forth to give Jesus a proper burial with God-speed

the Roman soldiers were standing about to guard the grave site
so that none could steal the body of Jesus in the still of the night
but when both Marys reached the tomb they saw that the stone had been rolled away
and sitting upon it was an Angel of the Lord and to them It did say
wearing raiment white as snow It said to them "to have no fear"
for the One you seek has arisen and His body is no longer here

no longer was Jesus in that tomb which was His enemies' place of defeat
no stone blocking the entrance that would have made His destruction complete
Jesus would not be shut in nor His people to be shut out
an Angel of the Lord sitting on that stone which had cried out

in order to demonstrate dominion over anything in this life
you need to just sit on it and then claim it in the name of Christ
to eradicate the pain, to exterminate the anger, to eliminate the bitterness
to extinguish the hate we need to sit on it in the name of righteousness
so put all those negative things in life under your feet
dominion over all of it the next phase to go out and meet

it was my resurrection too on that day when Jesus arose
it was my resurrection too on that day it was Him I chose
His resurrection power now resides inside of me
His resurrection power has secured my destiny
arisen from the dead and now sitting at the right hand of God
dominion over everything with a righteousness of heart

God rolling away the stones in my life that have tried to hinder and defeat
God rolling away the obstacles in preparation for my journey to be complete
it was my resurrection too, a new life I have been given
it was my resurrection too and by the power of His blood I'm now driven
God rolling away the stones and all those negative things in my life
just sitting on them with dominion and the blessings of my Lord Jesus Christ
Form: Didactic

The Dragon Riders Saga III

The Dragon Riders Saga III


You nor he may yet know his birthright or even his name
Long have I watched you both and why to him it was now I came

You'll need the Armor, shield, sword, and talisman to win this war
You two are prophecies last hope and one this world cannot ignore

Born and trained for courage, but bravery now needs a friend
Wars are won with wisdom, and you both will need them in the end

Now be off to Blood Mountain Lake with what I've instilled, and God speed
I will be there for you when the time for my magic to be added is in need

The Dragon was working on a battle plan when the lake came into his view
An ugly unfamiliar land it was, but it was the sky that he so well knew

He knew well that no Dragon fight had ever been won based upon defense
He must make this fight his own and assume a course of powerful offense


Today he was a Dragon of legend, a famous name, and every riders dream
Immensely powerful, a master of flight and fight with a deafening scream

Long ago he had vanished and since then many centuries had passed by
There had been much talk around the campfires that he was left to die

He knew that was then and now is today, time for this legend to unfold
Were he and his rider those that prophecy had so long ago foretold

They circled the lake both keeping a look out with an eagle sharp eye
For here, now, a single mistake could be the difference between life and die

A dark foul valley around a lake of molten rock bubbling for all it's worth
A spring fed by lava rivers swelling up from the bowels of Hell deep within the Earth

Was it shear luck, how could the elven princess have been so wrong? 
There not a sign of Taricrex, and they had been searching all day long

Then they saw in the faint distance it looking like an open grave
Cut into the mountain side was a wretched looking cave

They landed on a small craggy shelf, just enough room to land it gave
Going forward in silent caution so as to not make this foul place their grave

Glowing magma bubbled below that could instantly turn their flash to ash
Ever careful they were to avoid that burning deadly splash
Form: Rhyme

Caught Up

I am caught up with the God of rest and truth,
I am held up in His loving chest as proof,
That I'll never be released,
From this incomprehensible peace.

I am caught up in His service for free,
Because He has paid for me,
And saved me from me,
And with all these, I am wholly at ease.

I am anticipating the day,
When everything will change,
And we'll all be free, eternally.
We'll be caught up, so heavenly.

Tenderly I rest, for I have passed this sordid test.
I am reborn, and now must continue to grow,
As an embryo, that will one day,
Be like my Father, as I consistently obey.

In Christ I am free, and like Him, is how I strive to be.
He is perfect, and ever strong, never wrong.
With power unending, and righteousness unbending,
His kingdom will never end, and in it, we will win!

I am caught up with His arms and hands,
Which were pierced for me,
And hung so cruelly,
Because of the love He has in me.

I have finally caught up, to where I need to be,
And now I must truly begin, to live forever with Him,
The way He would, if He were me.
Don't worry Lord, I’ll hurry, and God speed!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Coming Back Home

Calloused by the do-or-die hero's walk on the perilous road
Over hazard's hill stumbling in soldier's shoes of regret and sorrow 
Merciless these wars of tired tyrants, this trailhead I have followed
I should bury these warrior's relics and take a train to tomorrow
Never looking back at my haggard patriot's duty, so torn apart
Go steady, stay strong with freed courage, as my heart's grief

Beats with the journeyed promise of going home unwary to relive
All of my memories there flooding to sing its lost and loving song
Catching 'God Speed' for my soul's simple sanctuary
Knowing these backroads lead to that certainty where I belong

Home
Over hazard's hill of regret and sorrow it waits in restful arbors
Marigolds and carnations embroider a calm and placid peace
Evermore scented in deep-rooted winds leading to my safe harbor


February 16, 2021

Coming Back Home Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Form: Acrostic

Richard Grasby Sr a Dedication

With the roar of that motorcycle
You got one more ride ahead
An asphalt highway The wind in your hair
A younger man with eyes of an older soul
That gate is waiting for you to round that bend
Hold on tight for a great beginning
Lite by love and heart
You cruise right on in with that purr of those two cylinders
Freedom from pain and freedom from strain
You are on your way Uncle Rich
Heaven's gate wide open like a throttle
Welcoming a kind and gentle man
Who was loved for his toughness 
As well as his tenderness
We will miss you down here
Give gramps a great big hug for us all
We love you so god speed to you
Keep on admiring the view
We will make you proud and We will see you again someday soon.

I Feel The Eagle Feathers Of Zeus

Inspired by Ink 

Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff   
you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on   
Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour 
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Iris, Goddess of the rainbow in Divine and mortal realms you go 
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Eros, God of love, you take wing with cupid bows and arrow
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Boreas, as the north winds blow, you are winter's God of power 
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Zephyrus, with a light wind gentle breeze every springtime, you bestow  
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on   
Zeus, Greek God of lightning I feel your eagle feathers as I muse,  
as I claim Godspeed, flying on and on and on   
you open me the door and I am there once more * 
like a Godly inspired, “Dumbledore." 

You claim God speed as you fly on and
on and on and on, on and on and on.   


Ps: Dumbledore is the old English word for bumblebee.  
Written by: Mystic Rose
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Fever Pitch

FEVER  PITCH

Demons of faith,
God speed,
Ageless tears,
 
A dweller lost in the perfect Odyssey.
Bricks of memories, barricade my way out.
Growing gray within the ageless centuries.
Steady rivers, at the pitch of one response.
Times out, by the heat, and beauty.
Tragedy is never a fear to announce.

The drug that takes to cure, the world,
~ lost in a torn humanity.
Harmless, results and tears
~ struck in every way, in the same day.

Sneaky thoughts up my sleeve. 
I will leave, the envious of me, this you best believe,
There is no way in...
YET!!
I found the perfect way out...
Destroying demons,
That get in my way..

Waking up in a dusty road.
Unleashing every load.
Today's a different day, still I wake up the same way.
But, today life is reversed.
I find myself with an endless thirst.
Tossing me into a 700 degree level,
I shine away from the path of the dust devil.
Swirling all around, forbidden to enter my bound.
Your pitch at me,
a fever I want no more.
Now I can see, the emptiness of the things inside of me.
Now I can feel, my soul reaching out to heal.

Breaking every cold sweat, 
Shivers, pneumonia a life of regrets.
Withdrawals left behind.
Symptoms, showing the fever is gone.

God Speed*
Into my life*

 by;p.d.

L M H God Speed R I P

Both love's and dream's astray

Pleasantly unaware

Death is making it's merry way

Unto my very own front door

Yet both sadly and unfortunately

To my bemusement and surprise

He never thought to break or lighten
the mood

With a knock , knock joke

He just jumped in both feet 1st

And instantaneously proceeded
to usher me away

Not even did he even stop to think
for a 1 single minute or give me a 
second after thought horah 

Let alone afford me any time at all

To let me wave or utter a 1 final last
goodbye

Otherwise I imagine poor 
L.M.H
God rest his soul in peace

May have taken the time to write
us all here on the Soup

1 final piece of poetry of and in his
own imitable word's and way 

So as in order to complete and place
the final piece in his particular puzzle 

1 very last final remaining poem

Before both his word's and pen were
forevermore to be retired eternally

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