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Devotion Poem, Cat Steps

Devotion Poem,  Cat Steps

(Written for Jim Eslinger

Carefully I near him. He is curled up...sleek.  Eyes 
closed, perhaps not asleep.  He sees.  He will run.

He blends into hallway shadows. The light plays over 
his outline. He steps within silence, outside hearing.

His devotion is fully committed to the circle he has 
drawn around me: my lap his bed; my heart  his

domain, entering whenever with  assumption — 
which I embrace as true.  This dear cat, my leopard

when poised so....Aloof, yet overseeing everything,
 including outside, where he travels by looking

through windowpanes.   Too, I have caught how he 
wears dreams of short escape, his eyes fix on spaces

of voids across the room.   He pauses to listen 
through doors.  He sees around corners.  When,

if ever he decides to go off for some while, I hope he 
lets me follow.  My sight stills on his glowing spots.

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(c) sally Young eslinger 2/2021


The Old Picture

Old picture seldom
You can see them
I have the chance
To see one hid by time.
A photo album of my
Grandpa who still
About ten years old
Together with her mother
A pre-colonial spanish motiff
The mother wearing filipiniana
My granpa in spanish suit
Its tainted black and white
In the mid-40's to be exact.
The affluence appears in the dress
The jewelry are sparking
From necklace, earrings to rings
Speaks the rich colonial era.
My granpa is of Caucasian Spanish
Descent, demonstrate his long
Pointed nose and his white skins.
My grandpa is gone, we, his genes
Are continuing the goodness
And the good deeds of my granpa
He's a teacher but an a-class carpenter
By propession, he's character is strict
That he don't want others overseeing him
That traits we inherited until now. 
The old picture hangs in the corner 
Of the room and in our memory lanes.

If Death

Blood was drawn from a man I love
Blood I spilled with my gunning hands
Be for love… I chose to serve
Yet of death… I am not to find my man

I remember his name…
For it became a name… death couldn’t spell
Had he but a life he chose to remain
I wouldn’t have to kill my beloved Joel

Heavens sees my cemetery before me
 He who commands the Blood Raven
Yet the ravens flew further away I see
Where be my love, where is my Heaven?

‘Life is shorten by death
Death is lengthen for life’
The last of his words before he left
The last of him… love isn’t to revive

My immortality as a befallen
Have I not serve yet to deserve?
Overseeing death as a Blood Raven
Will I ever find my belove?
……………
written for the contest 'Among The Dead'
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Good Enjoyment Source

June 30 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 1-3

Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 2:24 There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it was from the hand of God.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD ENJOYMENT SOURCE
				
Lord God, You are my good enjoyment Source, 
overruling me of my vanity
Thank You for Your eternal profits’ certainty
How fortunate am I to abide in Your security
With Your compassion’s continuity.

Lord God, You are my good enjoyment Source, 
overhauling me of my dissatisfaction
Thank You for Your sure wisdom’s direction
How relieved am I to escape from folly’s vexation
With Your healing for my grief and sorrows’ desperation.

Lord God, You are my good enjoyment Source, 
overpowering me of my deceitful heart
Thank You for Your joy toward great day-start
How jubilant am I to vanquish gloom’s dart
With Your gladness for my exuberant worshipper’s part.

Lord God, You are my good enjoyment Source,
overtaking me of my despair
Thank You for Your assurance that comes along Your care
How comforted am I in Your goodness-repair
With Your promise midst travail-caused scare.

Lord God, You are my good enjoyment Source, 
overseeing me of my time and season
Thank You for Your purpose in line with Your sovereign reason
How blessed am I to learn from Your grace-filled lesson
With Your gift for me as Your saved person.

Lord God, You are my good enjoyment Source, 
overlooking at of my weakness
Thank You for Your redemption marked by compassion, mercy and forgiveness
How grateful am I to bow down to Your preeminent gloriousness
With Your cleansing for my confessed sinfulness.

Lord God, You are my good enjoyment Source, 
overseeing me of my lack’s plight
Thank You for Your prosperity that supplies against crises’ blight
How privileged am I to stay in prayer delight
With Your answers upholding my faith toward servant’s height.

June 30, 2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sure Cure For a Sick Nation

Alas, we've elected bozos on both sides to again guide the nation!
(Some folks are sobbing in their ale, others are filled with jubilation!)
To rid this great nation of such knaves, here is what I would propose:
Elect retired noncoms who are well qualified to lead, heaven knows!

Noncoms are known for their integrity and by the way, lead from the front!
They don't take shhhtuff from anyone and are known to be rather blunt!
There should be a crusty Master Chief to head the Navy overseeing the fleet,
And a Marine Gunny Sergeant should occupy every congressional seat!

A Staff Sergeant who's been in the trenches should be the Secretary of Defense.
Chief Master Sergeants qualify for the oval office (Obama, take no offense!)
Sergeants First Class would eminently qualify for the Secretary of Labor.
They'd put deadbeats to work so as not to mooch off their neighbor!

There's a horde of Navy Petty Officers who'd qualify for Treasury Secretary,
Who've faithfully paid their taxes unlike some Yale czars to the contrary!
There's a brigade of Sergeants Major who'd excel as the Secretary of State,
Who'd tell other nations where to go if they didn't deal with us straight!

Master and Technical Sergeants are well qualified to occupy a governor's chair.
Their prime concern is the welfare of folks, not just building castles in the air!
Retired Noncoms are a special breed who believe in and uphold the Constitution!
Patriots who'd oust the current clowns, some of whom qualify for a mental institution!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme


That Tree

My new friend was honest, informal and direct
About nature all around, her words I now reflect…



‘I don’t understand the artist for that tree is just a tree
Though an artist would describe it very differently-
Something different, something else and something else than me
Though I’m not an artist so the tree is just a tree.’

Took a breathe to digest what she had to say
Never would I dispute a simple kind of way,
For the truth is clear to some, so need of no correction
Hence I simplified ‘ the tree is one's perception’.

Then I saw even more the trees that I had viewed
Uplifted in my spirit, suddenly renewed,
Patterns on the bark I fell with deep insight
With the tree designs I somehow did unite…

All as one, me with all, life and how it ties
Directly to my maker who made my seeing eyes
To adore evermore where nature all is mine
How we’re blessed to be with God when we do combine…

Senses overwhelming all along embraced
To see a tree as more ...may depend on  taste…
Breathing in our evergreen yes a tree has smell
Hearing tree leaves rustling and cracks from branches fell

Touching bark rough or smooth is different every species
From the trees I have seen I may write a thesis.
The silver on eucalypts glistens to my eye
Seen the trees full of life reaching to the sky.

How Wonderful the trees and their natural attributes 
Always wondered much about their systematic roots.
All the times I had climbed  whilst clinging on their limbs
Sitting in a tree imagination brings…

Greatly more to the core with life there is a reason
With colours and the patterns, the changes every season,
from experiences with the trees all stages in my being
From analysing only one, from mountains overseeing.

I do adore all the trees with much appreciation
Respect them and connect them, all consideration
For time has bowed when nature wowed, rising for the birth 
From the mother and father seeding all the Earth.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Winter Magic

Winter Magic 
 
Pristine crystal flakes silvery white
Journey downwards from the darkness of night
Falling around the golden angel 
Adoring her with their wet embrace
Like inside a  shaken snow globe  
She kneels over her earthly court    
Overseeing with Her unconditional love  
A lantern she holds in her hands 
Glows yellow gold with the moon and stars from above
A beacon in the silent night  
Beneath the winter snow
Dreams form as snow silently falls 


1/1/2016

We pray for our Mother, the Church upon earth,
And bless, Holy Mary, the land of our birth.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Journey Usher

January 30 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 38-40

Key Verse – Exodus 40:38 For the cloud of the LORD was upon the tabernacle by day, and fire was on it by night, in the sight of all the house of Israel, throughout all their journeys.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY JOURNEY USHER
				
Lord God, You are my journey Usher 
toward Your fellowship’s divine height 
Thank You for overlaying me with Your love’s delight
And cleansing me to be a vessel that’s right
As You bear me with Your mercies’ might.

Lord God, You are my journey Usher 
toward Your tabernacle’s spirited worship 
Thank You for overwhelming me with Your gracious leadership
And commanding me to be at Your service by Your partnership
As You build me up in Your ministry around Your fellowship.

Lord God, You are my journey Usher 
toward Your commandments’ holy fulfillment 
Thank You for overtaking me with Your work of kingly achievement
And covering me with Your righteousness against worldly defilement
As You beautify me with sanctification-garment.

Lord God, You are my journey Usher 
toward Your Gospel sharing’s compassion 
Thank You for overpowering me by Your testimony’s glorification
And correcting me through the purity of Your admonition
As You bid me to remain in Your blessed congregation.

Lord God, You are my journey Usher 
toward Your entrusted grand office 
Thank You for overseeing me with Your light in Your presence-edifice
And catering to me by Your provisions surpassing charity philosophies
As You bend me of my pride before Your offerings’ trophies. 

Lord God, You are my journey Usher 
toward Your will’s hallowed anointing 
Thank You for overshadowing me in Your pardon’s perfecting
And clothing me with Your protection against sin-hurting
As You bring me to Your rearing nourishment to overcome testing.

Lord God, You are my journey Usher 
toward Your kingdom’s magnificent glory 
Thank You for overturning me so I am able to avoid corrupt periphery
And choosing me among Your called servants to enjoy Your victory
As You bind me to Your welfare-care against harm’s fury.

January 30, 2023
Form: Rhyme

More Universes

The huge sky overseeing the emerald and bluish earth...
wouldn't be the only sky in our incredibly diverse Universe,
if limited sight weren't the obstacle to the awesome images that surprise couldn't conceal;
but many more galaxies hiding their splendid suns and planets,,
are still unknown and Man, overtaken by such a magnificence, expresses 
himself in more atheistic ways not to compromise his own foolishness!
If we declare faith non-existent, cupidity can become our fetish... 
filling us with more rampant pride to enforce its hypocritical seal! 




More universes, like ours, lay dormant in their stillness,
" And will life be found on them? " is a question too inconclusive
that we can only answer by being so compellingly delusive;
more universes await the discoveries of the intelligent mind,
to lay out their awsomeness and beauty to discard the thought of finding life,
impelling us to preserve ours, not to destroy it by valiance or insanity!
Search history's events, are we capable of pursuing happiness...
without conquering and proclaiming our power with mighty armies?
 



In ancient days, they created unrealistic gods and goddesses...
not conceiving that the Supreme One wasn't a god in human form,
but rather the Invisible One, who often scolded them for their wickedness;
so in stone and marble they continued to sculpture divine faces
that the common people hailed and worshipped, and would they refuse
to obey their tyrant's wishes: their worthless lives would be taken...
and did Paul, the follower of Christ, go back to that cult so perverse?
We know, from the Holy Scriptures, he was converted and put down his sword...


      

More universes more magnificent than this one,
can be discovered and inhabited if they are livable;
and scientists are working hard along with astronauts to accomplish our dream,
and who isn't excited and show interest to take a voyage into the outer space?
Navigators ventured on perilous seas to attest that their concept was solid and real;
we, with more sophisticated computer science, are groped by the unthinkable!
Persuaded or not, discouraged or doubtful, researches must continue at our expense;
and what if we were successful, wouldn't everyone be taken by shock?   
       

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Narrative

Soft, New, Parade, Part Two

All eyes off the ball, 

myopic windows glint overhead,

blink blindly overseeing, overlooking the

raucous, shifting scene below:

dark thin ice.


Part mysterious, storied ritual and 

part naked land grab in full regalia,

mere Bourgeois Military Folly rumbles past,

rattling the rest of the world off its hinges,

cracking foundations.


To the almost deafening sound of a marching band,

spectators exchange furtive, knowing glances

--- words are best left unspoken, are best left unheard

in secret hearts, in due pagan canniness, for now.*



*In memoriam

Jim Morrison 1943 - 1971

RIP


"The goal and its believers is great."

--- from the Treatise on the Resurrection

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