Long Jarvis Poems
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Growing Pains
The fearful child inside of you
Says that’s who you still are.
The wounds inflicted when we’re young
Can leave behind a scar.
You’ll never amount to anything,
You’re not worthy to be here
And so he puts his doubts in me
His anxiety, his fear
A self-fulfilling prophecy
That’s impossible to bear
And so some go along life’s road
Completely unaware
Others are told you can do as you will
Never mind what others feel
Just enjoy your life and take what you want
You can lie and cheat and steal
But you never seem to feel satisfied,
You know deep down it’s not true
It’s just because they didn’t sacrifice
And spend more time with you
So you spend your life trying to fill the gap
With never ending stuff
This vicious cycle of events
That’s never quite enough.
But when will you both
Get it in your head
Love others as yourself
The wise man said
A.Jarvis Circa 2006
Too Much Noise
This world is full of so much noise
It’s intended to drown out his voice
He’s a soft-spoken one that’s clear to me
But he’s given us all the choice
Those in the city wherever they look
See the things that bring glory to men
They pump up their arms, they say we‘re the way
The sword is mightier than the pen
Tarmac and steel, it’s all so unreal
They’ve covered his work in concrete
You can’t see the sun or the moon anymore
We suffocate the earth under our feet
If you just get away from all that traffic
Fill your lungs with some clean air
You’ll find he has so much to say
When he finds a listening ear
The waves of the sea, the clear mountain spring
They’re helping you with thinking
They’re guiding you and protecting you
To what you should or shouldn’t be drinking
If you drink from the sea you’re never refreshed
If you keep on they say you go mad
Just one glass from that mountain spring
Is all it takes to make one glad
You’ll feel better too, see things anew
The picture will get ever clearer
As you drink from that spring, it can’t help but bring
Its source ever nearer and dearer.
A.Jarvis Circa 2008
momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
Who is Like You?
Who can be compared to you,
Our God of Might and Splendour
Of justice, wisdom, uprightness
And love which is so tender
Who can offer you advice
Or correct you in your ways?
Or amount for themselves more knowledge
Or equal you in days?
There is no other who knows tomorrow
Before its hour has come
That can bestow a blessing on earth
That satisfies everyone
None but you can raise the dead
From the ground in which they lie
And nurse them back to perfect health
Never more to die.
Despite all these abilities and qualities most grand
There is no hint of pride in you
Or the weaknesses of man.
No stubbornness or selfishness, no insistence on being ‘right’
But an incomparable patience, t'ward those that wish to fight.
Your calmness and your confidence
That your word will always prove true,
Draw men and women, young and old
To put full trust in you.
So who is there to compare to you
Our Sovereign Lord Jehovah
The answers clear, there is not one
From now until forever.
A.Jarvis Jan 1995
Promise
A paradise earth is what you have promised
Where all your creatures shall dwell in peace
The deserts will bloom with food in abundance
All are invited to join in the feast.
No more will the skies drip down with acid
The air around us hanging thick with smog
The forests safe from those that would harm them
Who greedily devoured them log after log.
The sun will not rise through a haze of pollution
To shine a dim light upon those on the earth
But will shine in full splendour, giving life to the people
Each day will become a glorious new birth.
The seas and rivers will team forth new life
The sky above filled with myriads of birds
Dolphins will play as the sun sets behind them
And the song of the whale’s will once more be heard.
As each day ends and night closes in
A billion stars will light up the sky
As the moon reflects it’s cool glow on the ocean
And the waves stroke the shore with a watery sigh.
Life everlasting is what you shall give them.
Or is it some dream that can never come true?
No, but the dream is the nightmare we’re now in,
But soon it will end for me and for you.
A.Jarvis March 1995
Road Rage
The sign on the road said stop and turn back
But the driver is listening to his own soundtrack
The noise in his head is messing up his thinking
As he looks at the truck ahead whose lights are blinking
He yells out the window ‘’Are you stupid or what’’
‘’Watch what you’re doing you ignorant clot’’
When he looks back at the road it’s already too late
With his foot to the floor, he meets his fate
I know for I was there on that same road
I was driving a truck with a heavy load
The truck in his way was driven by me
I kept hitting the breaks in the hope he would see
The bridge up ahead had collapsed you see
I did what I could as he sailed by me
He saw my warnings as a hindrance to ignore
Some people are like that when you knock on their door
Don’t worry how they drive, but how you do instead
Watch for the warning lights up ahead
For some roads go nowhere and you need to resist
Because those that seek to travel them will cease to exist
A.Jarvis March 2012
I walked into Dad's study and looked around
A wooden bull with ivory tusks stood its ground
a German Bayonet lay before lines of books, and
On the wall was an olde map of the holy land
Behind a schooner with three proud masts,
Lay volumes of worlds, of futures and pasts—
Palestine before the Hebrews, a Rhodesia Guide
Three Deserts, by Jarvis, hard to lift, I tried.
The Golden Bough and The Struggle for Greece
The Revolt of the Masses, The Golden Fleece
The Lost Possessions of England, Leviathan
The Firmament of Time, and Darwin's Descent of Man
Stonehenge, The Heathens, The 30 years war
Each topic a window, each book a door
An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, then On Tyranny
The Wealth of Nations, Jewish Confederates, A Goodly Tree,
The Medieval Village, Capitalism and the Jews
Fred Bastiat, Thomas Sowell, Dad had free market views
Texts of Geography, that was his trade
Shelf by shelf, in a proud parade.
I can't put my finger on why, I feel a sad chord
For knowledge should be its own reward
On much of this knowledge the world turned the page—
His room remains—his shrine, his stage.
Coercive Persuasion, On Aggression — much more to the list,
And framed on the wall, the lives that persist:
There's how Mom used to be, full of interests, just like him
I step into those hard streets; the world starts to spin.
Who’s To Blame?
Did you ever get the blame,
For a crime you didn’t commit?
Did you rant and rave,
Scream for justice
Or quietly submit?
Are you more a man than Adam
Who when found taking from the tree..
Acted like the little boy
Who shrieks ‘It wasn’t me!’
Knowing he was guilty,
He tried to shift the blame,
Forgetting his responsibility
In an effort to hide his shame.
Much like Saul who did the same
To his own men at Amalek
Not wanting accountability
He sought only to save his own neck.
Or are you more like Joseph
Who when falsely accused of rape
Waited silently in a prison cell
For Jehovah to provide escape
Do you resemble David,
Who when hounded by the King
Never sought to retaliate
But entrusted his God with everything.
Is your love enough that you
Can take the blame for others?
If not, then how is it you say
‘I’d give my life for my brothers!’
There was once a man
Who lived a life
Without a single error.
Such a man could acquire
For himself much power
And rule with a hand of terror.
But rather he chose
To serve the weak
Forsaking this world’s pleasure
Giving up that perfect life for us
With a love that knows no measure.
And when they nailed him
High upon the stake
It was no cause for sorrow
For he took the blame
From Adam’s sin
To the ones we’ll make tomorrow.
And as he died in agony
Did he shift the blame upon you?
No, but he said, “Father forgive them
For they don’t know what they do”
A.Jarvis February 1995
Mother's Day Tribute
To Mother
Things are complicated, and I’m frustrated
And gag to hear you say with parental authority,
“When you’re older, you’ll understand better!”
Well, that’s a long way into the future, and I’m present here and now,
So spare me the lecture and tell me something important,
Like why am I not pretty like Jilly or smart like Brent?
Why are you always so naïve and treat me like a baby?
Like when I ask questions that don’t sound silly to me.
I have feelings, so quit being mean by talking down to me.
Just because I’m dependent on you for everything,
I will grow up and act more adultish, so give me space
Because I still want to play and pretend with children my age.
I know more than you think, and just because I don’t express myself
Or fret over realistics that are trivialities to me of everyday living,
I’m still a part of this household and not just a piece of furniture.
Love me because I love you, but sometimes you overdo
The love bit too much, which makes me blue
And causes me to say hurtful things that I regret later;
I am a work in progress.
***
Ode to Mother
My mother was dear to me.
She is my guardian angel.
When I dreamed, she always believed;
And when I failed, she was sorely anguished.
The life she bore in labour began,
If not for the love of God,
And came together in her womb.
Then, months later, that baby entered the world.
Whole, a physical specimen,
Completely formed with heart and soul.
A miracle from our Saviour,
Dependent on her for everything;
And by grace, she raised the babe to maturity
To become the person, you see, that is me.
***
Note:
“Mother’s Day” is celebrated on the second Sunday in May. It was created by Anna Jarvis (1864–1948) in 1908, and in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson officially proclaimed Mother’s Day a national U.S. holiday. In Canada, Mother’s Day is not a holiday, but a day of observance.
Regrets
As a boy, I did not know you
Of your existence I was unaware
Life was just a game to be played
Without a purpose, without a care.
But as you do with all your children
With love you watched me grow
Through fads and fancies, dreams and depressions
Awaiting the time to let me know.
When I thought my life was ending,
You seized your chance and in you came,
You turned the end into a beginning
And life would never be the same
You never mentioned my selfish past,
The many times I made you sad
But you freed me from a hopeless course
Took away all the worries I had
You taught me how you sacrificed for us
Something I had not been shown
He gave his own life willingly
All mankind’s sins to atone.
And what were you asking back, but this
That I appreciate your giving
That I share what I knew with others too
That they may go on living.
This I did most eagerly
Telling of the paradise you’ll bring.
You took me in as one of yours
Safe and secure under your wing.
But the heart of man is inclined to bad
This we all should know
To leave the garden unattended
Is to allow the weeds to grow.
To pull them out by the root
Is a must you can’t ignore
You can’t just nip them in the bud
They’ll soon spring up once more.
I never wished to cause you pain
To make your spirit grieve
But the heart of man is desperate
And so easy to deceive.
After hurting one so powerful
It’s a miracle that I still live,
But perhaps the greatest power of all
Is the power to forgive.
A.Jarvis Oct 1994