Long Heartening Poems
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In a place where hearts don’t mend
There were dreams that faded, never waiting
For the light to fall across their night, there bold, black
Fear, the apprehension that sold them on the need
To forget the hope, the dream, the ambition…
Listen, instead – to trepidations, apathetic whispers
From the mind who refuses to believe… it is surely alive,
This passion, this desire, this fire who decides…
In a place where ears refuse to listen to the promises,
The reassurance, the guarantee that this will bring
Consolation, solace, the greatest relief,
Invaluable comforting – forever – never grieving
The spirt who reminds that this is truth,
This is faith – this is the sigh of sweetest grace.
In a place where feelings bleed destiny through the
Reality that wanders, swaying gently, at peace
Through the melancholic soul, the loss, the lost dreams
Echoing – thundering – raining down memories
Times when, yes – oh yes… there was motivation,
Where there were aspirations, purpose, a spirit of fire
Prompting the heart to continue through the darkness,
Forget all the blinding nights and fall into the promise,
Confidant that this would become a reality, assured…
This, the dream… never faded from this beautiful
Always alive, like the moments with the Son,
The One who shines through the prayers, the praises
Inspiring, urging, heartening… yes, the dream
It is a living thing that can only be colored by the hand
Who gave it wings, the hand of the One whose grace
Never fades – is so amazing… He paints the heart
In visions, reveries, passions – forever blessing every
Dream with hope that brings awake the need to believe in destiny
5...4...3...2......1..GO!
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations
3...2...1..
You are ready to take your first flight!!!
To a wondrous
Space of wonders
Good morning to a space glimpse!
Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background
Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space
Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?
Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal
The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist
It's inspired for awhile
Replaced with a remarkable universe
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations?
Cherished as my own
favorite memory
Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble
Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain
Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!
Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living
Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity
Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy
pancake
Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky
Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks
Put your task aside for now
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries
Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door
Along with a letter saying:
"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"
Suspended Animation De Rigueur Among "Joe King" Six Pack
Yepper, once body functions cease
asper this ole codger,
mere seconds after expiration,
sans existential lease
immortality avails rubbery piece
of flesh christened
Matthew Scott Harris,
the legal mouthpiece
decreed by living will
after organ activity doth cease
immediate measures taken
courtesy Doctor Demento to decrease
any further senescence
till heartening no brainer
preserves jellied rolled masterpiece
wordsmith, meanwhile, I can sublease
these bag of bloodless love bones
done deal, all yours for trifle bro
pittance costing no more
than one Pinocchio
plying attached strings,
yea kinda like ma's yoyo
mine limp fingers needed to pull
performing fetes resembling
dead spindleshanks longfellow
all the while appearing as cheap trick
courtesy super tramping marionette...lo
taking me across world wide web,
where yours truly housed in Tokyo
hotel, never tiring globe trotting
performing one man deadened show
after earning so much dough...
necessity will arise to call tow
truck (mebbe more'n one),
when after bajillion years
would utter whoa
abundant flush with moolah,
a sought after Joe Schmoe
earning hand over rigor mortis fist
pile of money that doth grow
by leaps and bounds - hiho
exceeding penury, when struggling as poet
Cain and Abel to silence
those opposed to Roe
versus Wade, incumbent upon minor woe
awaiting future technology so
rejuvenating lifeless chap easily
mistaken for scarecrow
can carry on camping y'know
whaddya mean...
not to leave ye in suspense
but gotta join grateful dead, and gotta go
Adieu!
He is the giver of life, the giver of light
The giver of hope, faith and love
The giver that rains down joy from above
He is the giver of grace, the giver of peace
He gives more than we expect, more
Than we can ever give back…
We will never outgive the giver of all givers
The giver of our hearts and souls
The One who lights up the morning with sun
And the evening with the moon and stars
The One who colors our dreams in vibrant hues
Of wonder and joy, silencing every doubt
Assuring us of miracles that will abound
Delighting the imagination, charming the heart
Gratifying the soul with beauty and grace
He is the giver of inspiration, the giver of courage
He brings us through the worst pain and sorrow
Reassures our hearts when they are breaking
Encourages our minds to believe and praise Him
He is the giver of serenity, the sweetest peace
Lives because He is a giver of harmony and tranquility
He erases all the darkest dread and frees us
From the destruction of our past failures and sins
He is the giver of so many things we can’t even list
Because the full pages would fill up massive books
He is the giver, the maker, the gracious Creator
His love dances through our souls, promising
Heartening, inspiring, cheering us on…
So that wherever we go and whatever we do…
His light is always reflected from inside
Where His Holy Spirit stirs our love to life
He is the giver and I can never outgive Him
But I can honestly say… I praise Him
With all of my heart, all of my thoughts
All of the love that I take time to give away
Because He taught me that my love
Was meant to be given without conditions!
With all of my heart… I pray from my soul…
To the giver of life, the giver of hope
The giver of faith and the giver of love
A prayer of sincere gratitude for all the wonder
His light shines across the moments, the days
Across hearts and souls who belong to His Son!
I am so so so Thankful for the Giver of all!
There’s something about dew, glistening,
Wistful and wishing,
Clinging to quiet petals,
Gently hugging…
There’s something about mist, indefinable,
Hazy as a shadow,
Haunting the heart,
Heavy with hope…
There’s something about shafts of light,
Creating a trembling desire,
Coloring the spirit fiery,
Urging reflections, rising…
There’s something about stars, glistening,
Trembling in the skies,
Singing joy through the night,
Falling, smiling, exciting…
There’s something about a song, inspiring,
Drifting through the heart,
Flowing joy into the soul,
Harmony that won’t let go…
There’s something about rain, lightly kissing,
Stirring the soul to a brave,
Beyond the fear,
Aching, daring, audacious…
There’s something about silence, tempting,
Heartening the colors who last,
Sensations of blue, azure,
Like the seas, shores so true…
There’s something about a bible, wisdom,
Poured out on the one who looks,
Between the pages, the ages,
Discovering its truth, so amazing…
There’s something about His presence,
It feels like love overflowing,
Grace that is softly glowing,
Stirring the melody of His calling…
There’s something about this pen,
When it seeks only Him,
Joy falls in inky shimmers,
Reflecting a love that is indispensable…
There’s something about the simple things,
The music, the trees, the heart that believes,
When time ends and life stands still,
There is the promise of eternal peace…
There’s something about living for God,
Hearts are blessed beyond words,
Seeking Him is worth all the hurt,
He is the One who transforms bad to good…
There’s something about knowing Jesus,
Restoring the heart with His reasons,
To live with the hope of eternity,
Beside the One who is so worthy….
There’s something about every living thing,
Wherever I look, I find His creativity,
Signs that He is and He will forever be,
The answer, the light, the love that I need…
I’m so thankful to know the One who lived and died for me!
Life is like a gentle sigh
Breathing out a heartening reply
Coloring the thoughts in laughing gold
Silencing worries and struggles so untold
Whispering peace into the heart and soul
Lighting up the spirit so it’s alive and whole
Easing the broken heart with warm hope
That comforts the solemn, helping them cope
Breaking through the worry and pain
Soothing the heart who knows the rain
Life isn’t about who will always win the race
It’s about who will love with kindness and grace
Inspired by Jo Daniel’s poem, Life is not – which I dearly loved
His love is a burning prayer
Whispered in the dark
Awakening the morning light
Promising to abide inside
Where He will forever smile
Alive, like the joy so dazzling
His love is a gentle kiss
Placed on the heart, the soul
Silencing every fear and tear
Soothing away the despair
So there is only laughter,
Peace, like the dew - breathtaking
His love is a sincere promise
Erasing all doubt, all worry
Coloring life in hues of wonder
Whimsical wishes and musings
Graceful and strong, powerful
Promises, like the music – glowing
His love is a quiet grace
Stirring up dreams and faith
Destroying anxiety and worry
Embracing the soul with assurance
Reminding the heart to believe
Forgiveness, like the mercy – relieving
His love is a beautiful psalm
Breaking through the darkness
Like a moon through the dusk,
Bringing reflections of inspiration
Miracles in the folds of imagination
Joy, like the tender song – encouraging
His love is a rustling of the wind
Sighing elation through the trees
Abiding in the heart, in the belief
Embracing feelings with a genuineness,
Truth that reminds hearts to give
Generously, like the kindest word – heartening
His love is a narrow road we journey
In His grace, we find the chance to be
Everything our dreams have roused,
Genuine, honest, sincere to the core
Faithful to the promise that reminds souls…
His love is forever – an everlasting love
His love is the answer to all we could ever need
His love is the reason that I can truly breath…
The faith that comes from knowing
Jesus, who is the One
- Abiding within, shining – revealing
Love that is healing
So…
I’m finally Whole!
Without Him – I am broken
Deep down in my soul!
It is you, who makes my sweetest dreams come true.
You inspire my heart with love that stirs my dreams,
Kiss away my fears with passion that’s brand-new.
It is you, my love, who stays with me, it seems,
Erasing doubt, urging me with your insight
Your love is like a light, brighter than moonbeams.
It is you, my light, who glows through the dark night,
Baring the wonder of love that is complete,
A love that breathes gentleness which can unite.
It is you, promising I won’t know defeat,
Heartening me so I let go of the past,
Your gentle love softly blesses each heartbeat.
It is you, who gave me a love that will last
Love this startling is beautiful and steadfast.
I found myself standing in the old church, near the entrance. It had been over thirty years since I last set foot there, and now, twice in one year, I was back. Country churches have a unique warmth, small yet deeply personal. Friendship, I realized, is much like a small church.
I was there to say goodbye to my loved ones, my mother and my godmother. The moment was filled with nostalgia and a surreal sense of disbelief. I kept asking myself, “Why take her?” It was heartening to see familiar faces I hadn’t seen in years, though time had changed us all. At sixty-seven, I too felt the weight of those years.
Returning to St. Matthews, my childhood church, brought a smile to my face. So many memories flooded back. We offered our prayers, seeking strength and ease. The year 2024, despite its sorrows, brought my family together. It was wonderful to see everyone, from the youngest to the oldest.
I didn’t visit the beautiful beach on the island; it felt like too much all at once. Today, my lower back aches, but I cherish the warm memories of July 2024.
Shopping! Shopping!
Christmas shopping!
I have had enough,
It's stressing me out;
I gather all the gift lists
And toss them into the fire.
I pull the plug on
all the Christmas decor
And bang shut
the door and the windows
against a howling, frosty
and starless night,
And a melee of kith and kin;
I shut off the Christmas music
And plunge my home
in total darkness and silence.
I drop down on my knees -
Depressed, sorrowful and forlorn -
I fold my hands; bow my head
and cry silently, trying to
lighten the turmoil within,
To mend the lilt of true spirit
that time has set awry.
Way past midnight
I light a solitary candle
And venture to gather
some warmth from its
gentle and heartening glow!
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