Long Pastures Poems

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Premium Member Isolation

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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Nezzy and Me In Paradise

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

Premium Member Barney, Hilda and Clyde

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
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Setting the Stage For Glamour

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
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Growing Old

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!
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member Sing Now, All the Birds of the Earth

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.

Premium Member In the Lord I Just Rest - the Pensee Style

~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

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

Premium Member The Horrors of War

(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.
war

Premium Member Submission for Eber and Wein, My sheep hear My voice, and they follow Me

"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
Form: Prose

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