Long Pastures Poems
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Ralph lived on an island
Isolated and remote
His only companion was Gertrude, the goat
He didn't have many possessions
There wasn't the need
As long as he had a roof over his head
And enough food to feed
Himself and of course the goat
I forgot to tell you
He also owned a boat
Ralph was contented
Even though he was quite old
The island seemed more deserted
Now the weather was dreary and cold
Gertrude had to live inside
For she was older too
Everything that Ralph owned
This naughty goat would chew
She munched on the furniture
Curtains, rugs and more
The house got even colder
She ate half of the front door
Ralph began to worry
Now thought his mate a pest
He felt so tired and weary
He let Gertie eat the rest
He put a lead on Gertrude
Pulled on his old grey coat
Took a last look around the isle
And got into his old boat
He had thought a lot of late
Of things, he must do
He had no other choice
But drift to pastures new
Bare back home sweet home,
snuggled up with my gal Nezzy.
We whoop it up with revelry
in blue and green pastures.
Crunching apples and carrots -
no more beggaring for treats.
My former master nods, as
we pass on streets of gold.
She admires me and smiles,
then gallops into time and space.
No more barns, fleabag beds;
No restraints — it’s the living end.
Plenty of room to roam with friends.
The muscles of this horse in full tide.
My mane ebbs and flows so clean.
My hooves like a clanging train.
Snuggled Up with my gal Nezzy.
Bare back home sweet home.
3/11/2020
Michelle Faulkner’s Some Paradise Where Horses Go Contest
Meet the happy couple
That's Hilda all in white
Barney's there beside her
Loves her with all his might
They're an interracial couple
No problem nowadays
Frowned on not too long ago
But today it's a-okay
Met at the local horse saloon
Frequented by the equine crowd
She was a pretty show horse
He was boisterous and loud
Pretty soon, she tamed him
Settled him down just fine
Any filly would be proud to say
That stud over there is mine
Soon, a couple of months go by
Hilda's expecting a son
The happy couple race around
High hoof-ing everyone
Had a colt, called him Clyde
So proud of their little guy
Running through peaceful pastures
Then off to the clouds they fly
You can see this happy couple at night
When you view the evening sky
The three stars south of Orion
Are Barney, Hilda and Clyde
© Jack Ellison 2012
Upon the green pastures shadows quiver in golden light
Peeking through the swaying forest as sunny rays alight
Glistening rows of cherry blossoms into a majestic sight
Reflecting fiery blooms on water, rippling purple insight
Waterfalls awaken in mountains recasting wintry plight
Rekindling tributaries and rivers with bouncing delight
As animals roam grassy fields meandering expansive site
Rejoicing in the rhythm of cheerful birds singing in flight
Colors propagate far and wide, enthralling minds to ignite
Latent vibes yearning romantic write, clamoring to unite
Emerging with serenity of lotus flowers seeking a rewrite
Of memories barren fields left behind amid dreary blight
Colluding with pleasant winds, charming blue skies invite
Panoramic vistas to perform where evening shines bright
Setting the stage for glamour on horizon blazing twilight
As curtain opens to romance under a blissful starry night
May 25, 2018
Placed first in January 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd in Nature contest by Shadow Hamilton
Empty thoughts oft prevail, in
Minds now numbed by years;
Being filled instead with sleepiness,
Rest, the new music of aged Pioneers.
Age is just a number declared, while
Choosing to ignore, how hearing and
Eyesight dim at first, then slowly disappear.
Live fast, love hard
Is sage advice
For Life is far too short
Enlightened Saints decree.
For far longer lay eternity,
On the horizons of mortal men, in
Restitution for faith filled lives.
Inside old eyes, deep shadows course,
That recall one's youth, with scarcity.
Indeed, the pain old bodies feel,
Succumb to eventual pastures, real.
So "child like" defines both young and old, in
How life's savored with wonderment.
Ordained as mentors of experience
Resigned to laugh until they're gone, in
Twilight gracefully growing old!
Join me linger in this sublime paradise
wafting breeze of serenity's freshness
breathed out by life-scented leaves
unaffected against ecologically-afflicting virus
while all the birds of the earth sing* now the triumph of Eden …
Let's replenish ourselves around divinely-blessed pastures
welcoming with provisions’ abundance
along birds serenading with healing victory songs
in their reverberating symphony, melodiously soothing
offering respite away from stressful pandemic angst…
Never should we resist promised land’s invitation
where all the birds of the earth sing now their peace-conquering hymn
as the lion and the lamb portray sweet friendship
midst fellow animals in partnership-bliss
exemplifying peace and restoration delight…
We yield ourselves by faith to Almighty God
whose gracious omnipotence prevails to grant our plea
of shielding His people against apathy’s destruction
ending hatred virulence under His compassionate rule, championing love
which all the birds harmoniously echo in their splendid choral rendition.
*Isaiah 49:13 Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the LORD hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted.
May 1, 2020
1st place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 5/3/2020.
~In The Lord I Just Rest ~
( Double Pensee )
My Lord
Gods always there
He's my strength each day I pray
He stands beside me forever
In the Lord I just rest
I know
When go to God
He just never rejects
He's my strength each day I pray
In the Lord I just rest
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
November.13.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?
Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
- (2)He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, (3) He refreshes my soul.
Psalm 23 ( NIV)
- In peace I will lay down and sleep, for You alone, LORD, make me
dwell in safety.
Psalm 4:8 ( NIV)
-“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain -
~Author's Notes:
The " Pensee " is an English syllabic form or style. The word pensee means " a reflection or thought ".
TALK TO HIM LIKE A CHILD
There is a good shepherd,
He knows the ned s of his flocks,
He knows the way to greener pastures,
He navigates the still waters,
He protects his sheep more than David.
The shepherd searcheth every heart of his flock,
The flocks; the hearts of men,
He came down to have communion with men,
He is sure of our feelings,
In our anguish he is there looking at us,
When my plates are empty,he whispers into my ear " Son, i fed five thousand men, what about you?
He is our creator, our maker,
Pour out your heart to him,
For He hears all tongues of the earth,
Cry to him when thirsty,
For He is the living water,
Call out to Him when lost,
He is the way,
He is our Father,
Talk to Him like His child
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION
APR 30, 2019
(NB The character in this poem does not belong to any country but is generic.)
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The sirens howl.
I can smell the fear
I sow in the city.
My super gun can tear
Through buildings
Where innocent people
Lie huddled in despair.
I do not gloat.
My heart is ice.
I have a job to do.
I feel all powerful
like a god.
I lie flat on the roof
High on a building.
The sun is high,
Scorching unrelenting,
blinding like a furnace
grilling sweat out of me.
Yet I lie still
And watch the streets
For the hated enemy.
He'll come.
He never learns.
He too thinks
he's like a god.
One of us may be dead tonight.
Or both!
Who knows who?
Far away I see the hill tops,
where eagles dare to fly.
Below the happy pastures,
the luscious grasses tall and fine.
Sheep graze, and women watch.
I feel the desires of old.
I wake to the present.
I know my job.
Who can beat me?
They will not see me,
Nor flee from me,
They'll die at my hand.
For I fight legitimacy.
"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they
follow Me. "And I give them eternal life, and they shall
never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of
My Father's hand. "I and My Father are one."
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors
through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that
neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present nor things to come,
nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing,
shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus.
"He who overcomes shall be clothed in white
garments, and I will not blot out his name
from the Book of Life, but will confess his name
before My Father and before His angels.
We have His blessed assurance that our Lord has
caused us to pass from the valley of the shadow
of death unto His green pastures of everlasting
life.
All of my love in Christ Jesus,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
January 11, 2026