Long Greaves Poems
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Psalms 63:1 - (KJV) (A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.) O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
Glowing like the gentle sun, revealing skies
Enthused by luminous hopes, inspirations
Inviting soothing seas, memories, reprise
Feelings awash, hues of vivid sensations
Remembering the most beautiful promise
In rainbow colors, whimsical vibrations
Silencing rain, assuring doubting Thomas
There is wondrous love in the heart who believes
Much more beautiful than the brightest phlomis
Erasing pain and sorrow from one who greaves
His love fills the soul up with amazing peace
It’s the gift for those whose heart truly receives
His blessing, the wonder of love that won’t cease
He’s holding your hand – you’re His masterpiece
John 15:19 If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
In the twilight, a voice comes on a still night
Singing of wonder, blessings, insight
Beyond the meanings, beneath the delight
With only the purpose of glistening bright,
Breaking hearts who are, certainly, not right.
In the moments, before joy falls like snow
Blessing away the darkest colors who blow
Soundless flakes, quiet as souls who know
Love is a promise, fading into the distant flow
With a beautiful beyond words, a gentle glow
In the eyes of the heart who sincerely believes
Joy is poured out on the pining soul who greaves
His purpose is to silence tears – His love relieves
He is the light that no shadow of doubt deceives
He’s the life who the greatest poet conceives
Never doubt Him, who melts hearts who’re froze
Assuring souls that His love just grows and grows
There is assurance that He is the light who just knows
Wherever we go, there is assurance that He arose
So each of us can know what it means to be chose!
I am bored with all the lies in the news,
The celebrity’s that live to abuse and misuse,
The war that never seems to end,
The Cosmo articles on “how to steal her boyfriend”
I am bored with reality TV,
To be honest, teenage pregnancy greaves me,
I am bored with the over use of sex,
In our world that loves and then says next,
I am bored with our lack of morality,
Listening to others false realities,
I am bored with our superficial planet,
Plastic surgery is our fruitless magnet,
I am bored with all our family feuds,
A people whose minds have become so skewed,
I am bored of people always complaining,
In a country where we all keep gaining,
I am bored with the lack of common sense,
Where good people run around extreamly tense,
I am bored with public officials putting America in a deeper mess,
Where nobody cares about the real issues that need to be addressed.
By:Sabina Nicole
4-20-11
Contest: Bored with....
Wonderful flowers growing in clusters
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Warming the heart with gentle lusters
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Buds so joyful, who dance with respect
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Dressed in blushing petals which protect
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Lighting the heart with their beauty
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Seemingly sure that allure is their duty
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Rain falls softly at the edges of their attire
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Weaving hope and kindness as they conspire
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Brilliant in blushing pinks and satiny cherry
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Creating more images than found in a library
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Whispers of hope fall across the bud’s bright coat
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Leaving only a melting wish pouring down the throat
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Breathing inspiration from the graceful leaves
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Autumn approaches assuring a heart who greaves
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Love kindles within the soul who can see
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Flowers so amazing will make you feel free
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Elements Part II-Wind
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Brisk breeze beyond the bluster of the buzzes from bumblebees,
great gusts gifted and granted toward the garden full of greaves.
Coiling curves within curls created contingent upon the current,
tangled and torrential twines taking the sea towards the turrent.
High temperatures are hazardous while handling the blowing heat,
weaving winds will wander with or without natures wreathe.
Abducting air is absent while aligned after its zephyr ablazes,
fire forgives fearlessly as the lightening frees the winds uneven frazes.
~This poem is a mix of Alliteration and Couplet~
~Date Written: March 25, 2016~
Gentle as the wings of a soaring dove,
silently climbing, through the skies above,
gliding, graceful, among stars – precious love,
stirring wonders, earthshaking.
Laughing and dancing like rustling leaves,
reassuring the spirit who fears, who greaves,
coloring the moments with hope that believes,
there, weeping – a heart breaking.
Arising in the morning, a new joy, a new life,
His love inspires faith full of light, without strife,
assuring hearts there is a promise of the afterlife,
a beautiful so amazing, breathtaking.
Fresh dreams, new things come in the morning,
it’s a grace so alive, bringing hunger without warning,
speaking of life eternal – I’ll give you a forewarning,
Jesus love assures there is no mistaking.
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking.
Warming thoughts rousing dreams, in prayers,
for the faith to always know His love repairs,
His light is a glimpse into a hope without tears,
promising forever is where I’ll be waking.
Shadows fall, hastening to color dawn in hues,
blushing rose, lavender and tender blues,
the peace He brings my soul will never confuse,
grateful for Him – yes, my soul is shaking.
Glints flashing, gloss on dew washed dawns
as sun dances in glowing flames
soft flow of light like graceful swans
autumn mist swells, playing her games
as sun dances in glowing flames
kindness prepares the voice of grace
autumn mist swells, playing her games
easing heartbreak time can’t erase
kindness prepares the voice of grace
secret faith mends melancholy
easing heartbreak time can’t erase
raising moods who’re creepy-crawly
secret faith mends melancholy
autumn stirs some semblance of hope
raising moods who’re creepy-crawly
pouring out love so hearts still cope
autumn stirs some semblance of hope
psalms of praise, written by bright leaves
pouring out love so hearts still cope
consider the season who greaves
psalms of praise, written by bright leaves
soft flow of light like graceful swans
consider the season who greaves
Glints flashing, gloss on dew washed dawns
Kieran has a lot to do with Stoke Mandeville,
As he has Cerebral Palsy, born in Boston town,
He wants to be a fitness instructor for his till,
And is hooked on throwing discus, his crown.
He was born on the 18th of January in 1992,
And in 2011 in the F33 category of the discus,
He became the junior world champion new,
To qualify him for the London 2012 Para bus.
Sadly he came 10th with 925 points only in total,
But he just cheered on his hero, Dan Greaves,
And then in 2013 he threw a PB at full throttle,
Of 31.51m, in Chester & Manchester leaves.
Due to the meets in Stoke Mandeville’s grounds,
He’s heading for Rio to use that residual muscle,
Which he developed in prior powerlifting sounds,
To beat the rest of the field without much tussle.
—Nothing, Save the Ache—
I adore stars that tremble through thy hair,
The forest breathing musk into the dark,
The moon's pale argent sleeping on the sea,
The falls that hasten toward an unseen will;
I adore the steed in brazen greaves,
Its warm breath whitening the winter air,
Its bridle chimes, small silver bells of dusk.
No star resents the worship of mine eyes;
I ask no light to stoop because I gaze,
But stand beneath the vastness and adore.
I adore violet's dusky perfume,
The rose that slowly opens to the dawn,
The lily's pallor, gold of daffodils,
The aspen trembling underneath the wind,
The winter sun laid softly on thy cheek,
The summer rain entangled in thy hair.
I venerate what will not be possessed.
I adore God, whom no eye hath beheld;
I ask no miracle, nor throne, nor sign,
But only this: be near me; be with me.
Then why doth my awe trouble thee at all?
Why doth my gaze make sanctuary recoil?
What claim lies hidden in my reverence?
What chain is forged by eyes that ask no bond?
I bring no hunger dressed as tenderness;
I seek no tribute from thy mouth or hands.
The rose withdraws not from the lips of dawn;
The sea resents not moonlight on her breast.
Why shouldst thou fear the gaze that asks no thing?
Why should being adored become a wound?
Perhaps adoration is the art
Whereby the hand learns not to close its grasp;
Where nearness burns possession from the soul,
And touch becomes a silence of the skin;
Where thy breath alters all the listening dark,
Yet I would sooner lose thee than confine.
One night I saw the firmament collapse
Within thine eyes, as though the vault of heaven
Were but a veil through which the nameless breathed,
Beyond the reach of all that language keeps.
And so I shall adore thee as the earth
Receives the rain, yet shackles not the fall;
As night receives the moon and lets her pass;
As flowers take the sun, then yield their scent.
Come near, if thou wouldst; vanish, if thou must.
I shall not forge a prison from desire.
My awe requires no answer but thy being.
I need not have thee for thee to remain
The wound my freedom gives me to survive.
Go where thou wilt; I shall not call thee back—
For thou art mine in nothing, save the ache.
Discus Dan originally competed in able-bodied events,
In the discus which meant him throwing a 2kg discus,
Rather than the Paralympian 1.5kg metal disc, contents,
And is proud of his able-bodied Under-20 vest, a plus.
But in Sydney in 2000 in the Paras he won the silver,
And then in Athens the next time he threw a top gold,
In Beijing in 2008 he got a bronze as he did deliver,
‘Cos at the F44 throw he has a sure and steady hold.
Dan was born with a foot deformity, loved school sports,
And takes great cheer from today’s huge Para ticket sales,
Which are so much greater than they were before, quarts,
Also also recalls receiving a medal whilst Mo had his sails.