Long Pastures Poems
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Radiantly rewarding, yet difficult to do...
Expressed emotions excessively and exceedingly so
Pouring forth your heart to God and His merciful forgiveness sets us free
Exquisite prayers of humility
Nothing like changing my life around 360
Tranquility-bound
Angst and regret drains out and allowing in hope
Nostalgic memories of past events - both pros and cons of plenty
Collecting the cure of godliness
Extremely was engulfed in evanescent pastures...it’s only temporary - now, engulfed in efflorescent rainbows of cheer
fervent faithfulness fires up my brain...my mind...my love for You and You alone I cradle in my cranium
oh, God! How I love You and Christ...I’m so sorry for subbing and I apologize for my wicked human nature - righteous me up
roam with me to the narrow pathway...rove with me in pastures of purity and maturity - make me as pure as olive oil upon my pigmentation skin
the end of me will still be the beginning of You...I trust You wholeheartedly - this, I say is oh so true
hope you will lift up the veil of my mind and heart and reveal to me Your utmost knowledge and uplift me with wisdom and understanding altogether
extra anxious for what lies ahead of my repentance as a whole...honestly...
Soon enough, my spirit will lift up the veil of vitality and vibrancy...vivacious wittiness has brought me ascending above the universe - up above heaven...Your hopes and Your Word of Love gives me strength to do happiness in the long run and do it with all my and Your might
And yesterday, I was a fool in Your eyes I bet - Wise in my own eyes, no lies
Knock at His door and He will answer kindly and feel free to pour your heart out to Him
Ending my prayer with In Jesus’s Name, Amen
obedience always counts for us, not against us
flourish in gratefulness and live a life of give...let go and let live
Lament turns to joy
over and over and over again
vitality is God’s reality -
enveloped in blankets of His Love!
Oh how I'm so tired of feeling tired.....
Weak and helpless, as if my days have been spent.
Bent double, crippled backwards, now cast aside.
It seems that, one by one, my organs crumble,
back into the dust from which I was made.
Sharp pains shoot like bullets but stab like knives,
catching any lingering breath in a vice-like clamp.
My head fogged, in a piercingly thick cloud that fails to lift, and renders all intelligence useless.
And oh how weakness scowers my body helpless,
too listless to perform daily life or even simple chores.
My mind fails me now,
words no longer elegantly arranged in meticulous form.
Alas, my mind plays tricks of which my vision is victim,
and now my hearing has joined in the lucid facade.
Despite everything, I pray for peace in this turbulent time.
Even as I grow weaker, I shall remain steadfast in my Lord.
He shall deliver me from all ills, through all adversity,
all in His time, through His power.
Until I reside in greener pastures, his work through me complete,
and he can lovingly call me home.
07.06.2021
Cat Complex
The cat suffers from paranoia
Perceiving things that are not there
Thousands of white statues chase it down the hall
We question the visibility and stability of our fury feline friend
And the unwanted guests there in
Napoleon speaks in French to it at breakfast
Kitty does not understand the little man from France
Guns, rocket launchers and ammo
Are strewn about the house and yard
Cat can not load them or pull their triggers
They are too heavy to place against its tiny head
When all is said and done
The four clumsy paws are used for climbing walls
That's all…. It gets cat calls from planet Pluto sometimes
Summoning it back where it belongs
It constantly thinks about Baltimore as a solution
Moving there permanently
Never giving a single thought for crime rates and air pollution there
Or its family back home in Atlantic City who care for it
Kitty does not own a map, can't spell geography
Failed all other subjects for that matter
The cat is in need of therapy
That is problematic since it only speaks one word
Meow
Sometimes it dreams about green pastures
Laughs out loud
Convinced it is a cow
A Shepherd tends to his sheep
watching over them to protect
His desire is to keep them all close
To see them all gather
from the call of His voice
He shall provide and lead them to water
so they shall not thirst
He shall lead them to green pastures
for their hunger is satisfied
The Shepherd is love and comfort
but yet so few will return the love
and seek for his guidance and knowledge
for they do not understand how all have gone astray
For they might see a few green plants
begin to bloom and wander off from the Herd
in search of trying to eat on their own
maybe a mud puddle in view as they run
to drink it before the others take notice
These sheep grow more confident in providing for themself
and wander further as each day passes
seeking from their own wisdom
while pushing down a corrupt path
causing confusion to escape their winding maze
The Shepherd continues to call
for the ones which have got lost
He longs to see them come out from the wild
His mercy and love forgives them of where they have been
while making a new creation
so they shall love and teach of their escape
Many sheep shall hear His voice and know this is Him
listening carefully to be lead back Home
To be thankful He never quit calling
and the desire to feel the Love and Comfort once felt
To rejoice in living in His Herd
Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.
The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.
Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!
I think it’s time for you to finally go and face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!
“My,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”
Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.
They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.
The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”
Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.
We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat."
Peter trembled with a chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”
He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!
“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you guys help me!”
Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.
For he ran across a man named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!
10~12~14
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes
Sponsor: Diane Locksley
Written By Jan Allison & Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 1st place~
I used to have vertigo
I don't really like heights
I would never of dreamed of considering taking a flight
but God can bring bring change he can take all our worries away
and I am taking the plunge and going on a plane one day
going to Ireland to see pastures new
its quite amazing what Gods love can do
me and my daughter will be flying like the birds in the sky
we will be flying way up high
through the clouds across the sea
I know God will carry me
im looking forward to august to take my biggest ever step of faith
but I know God is by my side
so Ireland here we come through them clouds we going to glide. Amen
Isa 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Psalm 11:1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird …
Psalm 139:9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Revelation 12:14 And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she
might fly to the place prepared for her in the wilderness, where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time, out of the serpent's reach.
aeroplane wings are very different from wings of eagles but I know God will
make me fly he will give me wings to be courage and the spirit of sound mind Amen
I believe for it is written Amen thank you father God in advance for the opportunity of an amazing journey to see new horizons and to see a loved one only one hour 5 mins on plane so not so far, I believe and claim that abundant life here and now in Jesus precious name Amen
I can do all things through him that gives me strength
You squealed with joy, O' darling child,...
on that autumn day, white-washed with clouds
Your gleeful laughter could be heard
As we traveled through the rolling hills
where farms were scattered, red and brown
Your captured eyes, through the windshield glass
found wheat turned gold, beneath blue skies
And pastures green, where goats that pranced
had caught your glance, with keen surprise
You were entranced, and ......O', so beautiful.
Eyes wide with glee, you begged to stop
The sun broke through the the misty air
With joy and haste, your eager face
pressed tight against the window's glass
As we pulled off near the meadow grass
We slowed our pace....your smiling face....was O'...so beautiful
Quickly out, you scrambled fast
To climb up through the muddy patch
Such chubby legs, you quickly raced
It almost seemed, a playful dream
A sunny day....your rosy face
This time and place was, O'......so beautiful
I remember how the moment passed
You plucked the stems of tallest grass
We followed soon, to lift you high
With chubby hands, right through the wire
White eager faces, their eyes so bright
Your own of blue, they brimmed delight
So very, very beautiful......
My eyes would sting, with tears unshed
My heart could burst with words unsaid
So all I do, is stand and smile
Such beauty on a country mile
One autumn day, to cherish while...
I hold such love my darling child
O' darling child, ...........you are...................so beautiful
Hart Crane tribute
forsake our eyes
in a lovers cry
&sigh
shadows sweep decends
that
doubtful day:
a lie revealed
now proved
first seen
in its fall
on a cloud
beyond desire
a tide of voices
sleeves
of sound
wash away
slowly distills
clustering
then
sleeps
out of sight
singing low
of long ago
times rcalled
I used to see:
timeless
now torn
on wayward plight
silently
below
into the dan
rhythm
drew a crash of leaves
like
a tide of destiny
change
began
consummate&
free
dream no more
with
barren trees
without a rein
remember&
atone
its not too late
sands
are running
the hushed lands
home
to our own
we all
in thrall
while
time clears
in endless space
it
smiles
as in a cloud
of
infinity ahead
abandoned pastures
mumurless
blind ecstasy
& mutual glee
unvanquished space
&
chiselled heights
with
sleeping havens
none escapes
the vision
in our hands
now
let go
now more alone
one by one
to
grieve
the backward vision
through
the smoke
tinselled hands
through windowed panes
of
seasons
fleeting
palatial white
in a show
survey
not
heard before
in antiquity or
parentage
the heart is wrung
forsees
the end
with easy sight
on&on
for evermore
one
after
one
breath
made cry's
surpassing call
beyond
time
Exemplifying jubilant triumphant life-building partnership
Sealed with remarkable intimate relationship
Around blissful freedom-bound fellowship
Upheld by care of loving leadership
Deserving loyal followership….
Such ties my Saviour through cord of sweet friendship
Nurtured by Christ upon Scriptural faith’s authorship
While I learn from His blessed mentorship
Propelling joyous faithful stewardship
Along functional fruitful discipleship…
God be praised for Psalm 23’s divine craftsmanship
inspiring my soul toward sublime worship
nourished to reach-out by sovereign guardianship
triumphing over trials upon truth’s headship…
grateful am I to the Lord* for His shepherding workmanship.
*Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Inspired by “Mizmor Kaf Gimmel” (Psalm 23), the Psalm of David
Originally written in Hebrew
Translated to English by the King James Version (KJV) Bible translators in 1611
November 21, 2021
1st place, "Inspired By A Translation" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury; judged on 12/12/2021.
The following is the Hebrew text of Psalm 23
Mizmor Kaf Gimmel (Psalm 23) in English
Psalm of David, Psalm 23
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
Scorched
moss
remnant
speck of dust,
dainty dot matchbox
plume ex tiny chaser light chain,
dried out moist field, drought a wretched blight, habitat woe,
as wide sweep venal mindsets purge swathe after swathe of candle fly inbred impish glint,
they feeble bugs, leaf strewn dwellers whose twinkle once power charmed tree tops, lush pastures, putrid logs, harmless to the touch, dodging worldly brass nerve,
warm-hearted watchers for the environment who pose not the remotest threat of even miniscule proportions, now diminishing landscape feature, they atrophy, sag, shrivel, wither, languish, a pointless premature death