Long Intervention Poems
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Abysmal is the void that silently exists
Breeding fear as an eternal risk
Catatonic state offers bleak-filled rest
Death just an invented sanctuary at best
Edify, exemplify, fact & fiction are mind bending
Forfeit creative thought before it loops unending
Give up on intervention, there is no use pretending
Have faith as it cuts down on your needs
Inject the abject horror of all dreadful deeds
Juxtapose the emptiness with unfallen tears
Kaleidoscopic darkness that absorbs remaining years
Light - a fabrication, you see only with shut eyes
Make believe you will wake up, along with other lies
Nether is a venue, a horse drawn carriage ride away
Only if you can wake up to die another day
Placate all of the demons by portioning up your soul
Quasi-sink into a philosophical black hole
Retrofit a new narrative that reverses sleep
Soliloquy an incantation to burn beyond the deep
Truly emerge on the other side carnal and awake
Unreapered is the brand new fall, there's more of you to take
Vexed and wholly rested
Wanton and cruelly tested
Xenodochy should not be trusted
You should know you're maladjusted
Zealously pursuing good times, til you are once again busted
for Bebe Rexha
There's one thing
that's constant
"you've got yourself for life"
Eveything else
comes and fades:
recriminations, repercussions,
delineations, manifestations,
life, death - - - - -
All altered with fluctuations
permeating the flow.
You can always
look in the mirror,
What you see
will never change,
except for age.
It's a comfort
to know that you'll
effortlessly be there
for yourself
No matter what calamities
are thrown your way - - - - -
It's divine intervention.
The flower of humility is a prerequisite for the intervention of hope
No situation can nullify a shift from hopelessness to joy
Faith over fear should imprint your heart because
The potency of unshakable hope will piece the air
Even when life is not fair
Darkness is but a temporary occasion
On this road of life
There lies an unshakable hope.
This is a hope that shines in the darkness!
This is a hope that is courageous and steadfast
In reality, certain moments in life will refine us and
Shake the core of our existence
But in this state of prepared darkness
The supremacy of hope will become stronger, and we must
Never forget that there is a hope that shines in the darkness!
As an individual of time, the heart must
Reach its prime against all odds!
The sun sets as evening approaches, but
Nothing can stop the sun from rising in the morning!
Hope is ever present, and hope shines in the darkness
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
We are more than friends bound by sisterly cord
Tied around the loving care of the Lord
Never to be separated by sickness-sword…
There was I hurting, striving to dispel attacking gloom
Begging God for strength while entering patient’s room
Ambivalent, if plea was for her; or for me to face hope’s bloom…
Witnessing anguish caused by ailment woe
My heart did languish, confessing painful blow
Beseeching divine intervention for life extension glow…
Indeed, the Lord’s grace, mercy, and peace* abound
To "caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound"**
Reaching-out with care, assuring presence where support is found…
Here am I again… vanquishing dart of pain
While faith treads onward, anticipating answered prayer-gain
Triumphant to behold miracles that still reign!
*2Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means...
**Line from the Contest sponsor
August 4, 2023
Tristich in rhyme form
2nd place, "Choose A Line II" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph; judged on 8/13/2023
To Kill The Choctaw Cow
The Choctaw Nation Oklahoma, with proud and noble people
Hunting is our nature and our way
Pretty Tail was a family member, a friendly cow
She gave us milk for many moons
This is the story of her kill
My father Bully Ten Foot is our chief
Old and ill from living beyond himself
Hills and tent on prairie land, filled our purpose
No game to feed us so our cows sustained us
Food was scarce through winters blasting bite
Pretty Tail stayed just outside my tee pee every night
Years of her soft moo would sooth me off to sleep
Starvation steeped in desperation came on hard
Crops failed, grazing ended without rain
Pain became the Choctaw, as one and the same
An Indian man must always be a brave
Must know his reason within nature and the nation
Bully Ten Foot honored me, with the sacred task
My hunting knife and I took Pretty Tail down below the neck
I slit her deep within her throat
She bled on me her blood, a river of sorrow
For hours I let her do so with her last drops of red
And held her tight as my best friend
Made sure my tears spilled over into her blank eyes
And cried for her, in her place
Never again will I wear hide or eat a steak
But I ate her brains for power
Rode at great speed on angry stallions back
Black, with strong memories in mind
And opened up inside the plains releasing spirits
To send her off
From Choctaw Nation
9/24/14 Divine Intervention - Poetry Contest
Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",
or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain
most any reader would consider insane
embedded deep within
genetic code possibly
inherited maternal grandfather,
who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine,
he (purportedly tailor by trade)
only spoke Yiddish,
language used by Jews
in central and eastern Europe
before the Holocaust.
Originally German dialect with
words from Hebrew, and
several modern languages and
today spoken mainly in US, Israel, and Russia.
Mental illness, (or predisposition thereof)
linkedin courtesy heredity,
supposition nuts so crazy nor insane,
yet nothing further about biology
Iberia lee kant hex Spain
emotional status concomitantly
intertwined with possible causes
such as: Autoimmune, Behavioral,
Cognitive, Neurological,
Environmental - inextricably lodged
within cerebral domain
manifesting as countless
fixations, I disdain
(in retrospect) precious time forsaken,
and absolute zero benefits to gain,
and inflicted severe strain
father and mother felt helpless,
especially when anorexia nervosa
nearly imperiled life source villain
rent asunder body electric drivetrain
brought corporeal standstill
loosed maniac running
rampant within brain
emaciation delivered me
at death's door
prescribed medications Mellaril and Elavil
nsync with psychiatric intervention plus
mother as licensed practical nurse wayne
wright me malnourished body
nutrient fortified drinks,
I passively did abstain
eventually grudgingly gained weight
buffering scrawny skeletal
skein knee membrane
definitely stunted growth plus chain
reaction impacted livingsocial
courtesy thank you me private Charlemagne
promoted cultural revival known
as Matthew Scott Harris'
Carolingian Renaissance.
A most remarkable parish spire! and, widely acknowledged as
Just such...constantly commented upon being seen for the
Very first time.
Pressed into the church's soft sandstone walls, the shallow
Indentations from ball and shot left over from when the
Roundheads had came this way;
The Royalists did determine to fight to the last man...
Or so it was, reportedly, thus contendend.
The sky above as hollow as a cathedral's resounding dome; and
Possessing a sort of wild, uncharted immensity...
And not a bird singing...not a single bird in flight.
A strangely discomforting sunshine began to gently filter
Through the moitionless leaves on the already limp branches
Of the pale trees;
Spots of sunlight dappling the pavements and roadway,
Lying patiently underneath, with a hesitancy akin to
Reluctant rain.
Pausing in Sainsbury's carpark, I half turned:-
The slow, dulled, monotonous clanging of the grieving bell
As it relentlessly mourned the passing of it's beloved Queen.
People moving about me with measured deliberation as if on
Stage acting a part in a Victorian Drawing-room play.
Cars and vans drove more slowly...perhaps they were compelled
To do so by sudden divine intervention? ...or an inexplicable
Sense of spiritual duty?
Some great, unseen, all-powerful white God who had visted
Each of them in their dreams and threatened one and all with
Terrible retribution...and quite rightly so to my way of
Thinking.
And still the sobbing bell tolled...for it was determined to
Command this sombre day.
When letters wait to pounce on a blank page,
when thoughts crowd the mind like frothing scum in a pond
I keep wondering what poetry is to me and to many
Is it not the language of the heart
with no intervention of gray matter
the unlocking of closed vaults
stirring the embers of love, hurt or pain
or giving a free rein to fancy and flying
on magic carpets to lands forlorn
Sometimes it is a glide into a sea of tranquillity
an escape from the humdrum of the world
a flash of liberation from assaults of pain
a sedative to numb the turmoil
a sanctuary for a burdened heart
a window to look at the world through
a companion when one is inconsolably alone
a candle flame in a darkening world
a cloth line to hang the dirty laundry
a water lily blooming in the pool of tears
a shelter in homelessness
sometimes it is a ladder to climb up to Heavens
an angel on wings with tidings of hope
peace in a world braced for war
Poetry, if you are all these let us fall at your feet
bless us in our art, may we splurge in fancy
and conjure up worlds from words!
Our poems may not be light houses
but could be fireflies on a starless night!
Submitted for Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
July. 25. 2022
Submitted for Marathon Mile, No.14. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
~ Placed First~
Poem on Poetry Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Beta Agustin
O Lord our God you are holy
who can we turn to but you
for you created all things
all power is in your hand to do
We look out on our sorry world
getting worse steadily seems forever
sinful man continues always to sin
for lost mankind thinks they're clever
O Lord come and save us again
as you did continually in Bible times
show this world you're it's only hope
their sins continue full of crimes
O Lord our God you paid the price
on Calvary's cross there you died
taking our sins upon yourself
paid our salvation can't be denied
Come now Lord and daily intervene
this pandemic should waken us up
your word is our remedy to act upon
be merciful Lord put grace in our cup
The day of judgement surely is near
then you'll give no second chance
blessed indeed be your holy name
make it live as our living flame
(This is a prayer to our God at this present time concerning our present world situation and the need to pray for God's intervention.)
I almost died the other day
but fate said to wait for another day
I was walking along & the world looked surreal
Not imagining that it was really real.
I felt like there was a better place -
space around me sinking to my pace.
Concrete & houses looked like a stage
A place where people rant and rage.
As I was walking I felt at peace
and almost felt my soul release.
I pondered a moment on letting go
and decided to instead pick up the phone.
I dialed my children my mother and grandma.
None of them answered what could have been my last call.
My daughter finally harkened just in time
but a beep interrupted & fate was on the line.
They said my test was critically off,
hurry to the ER or my life would be lost.
I was admitted and my life was then saved
divine intervention removed one foot from the grave