Long Price Poems
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With the finish line coming into sight
Lives were changed by a flash of light
Hatred buried in a tormented heart
Ripped innocence and purity apart
At the end of a race ran so well
A challenge’s quest turned in to hell
Devices created to kill and maim
Achieved their ends on those not to blame
With chaos and confusion in the street
The heroes rallied and did not retreat
With fear and destruction as the terrorist’s goal
They will never thwart our compassionate soul
Tears were shed throughout the world
As caring eyes watched the scene unfurl
But in the end there was no terrorist gain
As “United Forever” is our vowed refrain
I pray for those who paid a hardy price
I hope thoughts and prayers someday suffice
Your unfortunate loss will be remembered by all
As justice upon the responsible fall
As he stood in the doorway
Thinking on the cost
"I will NOT be controlled"
Counted his past life lost
She sat huddled in a corner
Dark, damp, and cold
"If there were a god"
Fiddled with...everything...off/odd
Down the street, riots erupted
With "humans" demanding rights
"Release the Kraken"
Blunted axes and struck souls with radiant lights
....nothing is free....verse
The price!?! What is the freakin' price???
Who determines the unseen law
Some red dragon
With the blood of creation dripping from his jaw
Back at the farm, far from reality
Sits a family having dinner
All of them saints
Clothed in the filth of a sinner
NOTHING but naked
Enters this world
And nothing but humbled will leave
Everything within a heart
Bought and yielded
To LOVE alone will it's core cleave
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10/12/2021
We belong to a local Mall Walkers Club
We meet every morning bout eight
A determined bunch of gnarly old farts
Who are trying real hard to lose weight
We're all different sizes and funny shapes
None that you'd call slim and trim
A common purpose, we all have in mind
We consider this a walk at the gym
You see us guys are all on fixed incomes
Need to count every penny and such
The gym membership is really outrageous
So the mall is where it don't cost too much
For the price of a coffee and bagel with cheese
Which we tend to gobble up real fast
At the same time we catch up on the latest gossip
They caught Bert with his pants at half-mast
So next week, I'm on Good Morning America
Showing off my trimmed down physique
So watch for me, boys, I'll be waving at you
And all my other fine mall walking geeks!
Trees weep when I write
knowing they pay a price
for each word, each line
each crumpled thought.
They cry as pencils,
worn to nub-like points
are cursed and banished.
Recycle barrels are not impressed
for racoons do not read poetry
fail to grasp the metaphor
of transient words
the alliteration of rhythms drumbeat
nor does the alley cat
serenade the windowed house cat.
An itinerant wind
may carry my poetry
crumpled in its pocket,
drop it somewhere
and by chance
a passerby take a peek.
And knowing this
I still write to sate
the insatiable appetites
of a guileless muse
for she knows not of the trees
or the oceans
lest I explore them for her
with her, because of her.
For we are lovers
of places only we can go
feelings only we can share
moments spent alone
exploring the blank pages
of poetic wondering.
John G. Lawless
©3/3/2020
Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus...
A nonsensical, romantical made up word they said.
Umbrella to ground the Lady comes down to check
The handy Voice....
super she said,
a laugh.ing ragalia!
on her head.list of
icepixals, crystals
and dos! gosh! but
hush ... what does
SHE know. She
drives an umbrella...anyway...
I guess you could say
they're nice pix.alls, all
the same.
Properly...
Regalia is Latin plurale tantum for
the privileges and the insignia characteristic of a
Sovereign. ;)
Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus...
... either that or it means
Super.Gal.leo.has gone in.sane.again...
with her gal.i.Legos...
Let's go with Regalia ...
it would make for a better tale where a girl
might get a price if a frog doesn't eat her leggs off first. :)
~ Just a joke of course.
~ She's got Legos.
Form:
Little One ...
Why do you weep?
Far too lovely a day for such sorrow ...
Too tender and sweet a cheek to stain with tears.
Your little trinket is not gone ... not really ...
Yes, it is lost beyond your reach, beyond the shimmer of the sun,
But you know it so well, have studied and memorized its shape ...
You have held it and played with it for so long,
Placed its color and form and delight deep within your mind,
And the joy it brought you is locked away in your heart's keep.
Perhaps it has left you now, as all things will, someday,
But don't you see? That is as it should be, Little One ...
For the loss of what we love, is the price we pay for the joy it brings us -
The reminder of its value and worth and affect on our lives.
Our sorrow is but the ache of love everlasting,
And each time you remember your precious bauble,
Each time you feel the tug of separation from it on your spirit,
You will be reminded of how dear it was to you, how priceless,
And you will think of its shape and shine ...
The smooth feel of it in your palm ...
You will smile from the joy its memory brings you, yet,
And it will NEVER be gone from you ... not really.
For like you, Little One,
It shines ... still.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Pick D, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Often events are beyond comprehension
We're baffled by things that transpire
Like why we insist on an orderly schedule
Instead of letting small things expire
Not everything in life is a top priority
Some things can be dealt with later
An orderly sequence to each day's events
Can make our contentment greater
Each day is different, exciting and new
Surprises are what makes it interesting
Mundane ain't a word I'd use to describe it
Instead it's a day filled with giggling
The sun always shines a whole lot brighter
When you wake up with a dirty big grin
From ear to ear and down to your toes
I'm filled with love to the brim
Pity those people always wearing a frown
They're missing the best part of life
To feel the joy of an exciting new day
It's really a very small price
© Jack Ellison 2015
"All time comes to an end.
Eternity is a matter discussed quietly among the flawed,
in an earnest effort to find peace.
There is none, there never was, in the dead man’s march.
Only His grace can buy the price of even the most
… unworthy soul.
All that come to know Him, will know Him forever.
All that say they will not…
are lying to themselves.
They already know that, too. "
Cognizant of such, we thank God for enabling our faith to know Him
as the Holy Spirit exposed our sinfulness we did earnestly admit.
Repenting, we trusted Christ to be accepted by the Father
believing that He won’t cast those who come to Him…
Thus, with His imputed righteousness, we’re now justified
His grace ransomed our worthless souls securing our march toward heaven.
Enjoying vibrant relationship with Him, blissful peace engulfs us
in the midst of a defiled, turbulent world awaiting His judgment...
We reach out to others along love's joy, before time comes to an end
commencing eternity* marked by the Lord's sovereign timetable.
*First ten lines are from the poem, “Judgment” posted on November 3, 2019 by a poet friend, ANN FOSTER, who started in the PS on June 1, 2019.
**Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
November 12, 2019
1st place, "Introduction by Collaboration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/14/2019.
EASTER
Almost 2,000 years ago,
Christ gave His life for us.
First Corinthians eleven:
twenty three-twenty six … trust.
Only one celebration, Christ
commanded us to keep.
Anniversary of His DEATH, night on
Nisan14th said … "keep!”
Christ Memorial is yearly,
on Passover night fell.
Nisan14th, is April 4th,
this date … everyone tell.
GOD so loved the world HE sent HIS
only begotten SON
Scripture in John three: sixteen, proves
not God, Christ was … sent one.
Must follow first century pattern,
observe Christ sacrifice.
Christ as High Priest sacrificed self,
paid God … ransom blood price,
Christ’s memorial’s once a year, one
night commanded to keep.
Easter’s, pagan celebration.
it’s ancient roots … run deep.
Easters from pagan Eostre
fertility goddess.
Honest Christians ask why churches,
involved … in pagan mess?
March 30, 2023
?Easter Poetry Contest
Sponser: Regina McIntosh
1st Corinthians 11: 23-26 “that the Lord Jesus on the night”
... "Keep doing this … in remembrance of me.”
Yes, all to Him, I owe!
He paid the price,
the debt that I had greatly owed.
No greater gift He gave, His "life!"
How precious is the blood!
of the lamb that was slain.
For He rose "Jesus," after that faithful Third day alive!
with all power over hell, death and the grave!
How lovely and excellent is the great name.
For it is the name, that is above all other names.
"Jesus," "God is Salvation" "Christ" "The Anointed One."
Resurrected, glorified is He, and He is alive forevermore.
He is the Commencement and End to all things;
and is coming back again!