Long Restore Poems
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Love and comfort cannot be partners
Complacency dissolves respect
Sneaky activity, entity disheartened
Three component splinter defect
They married within protective faith
Full of future decades' radiance
Charles' charms by ladies repaid
Ego combed by pretty audience
As fate will travel the cheater's tale
Soiling sheets too close to home
Mildred's loyal fresh heart impaled
By horror of rotten frolicking known
Vigourous mother of two preschool boys
Revelation staggered her function
Cut dangerously open by Charles' ploys
Cast remote was gusto's gumption
Damaged duo pursued longevity
Mildred continued with hesitance
She permitted fine faced snug family
Undeniably tainted by new tenuous
He declared undying love for Mildred
Doubled display of romantic regalia
But love as they'd felt, not rekindered
After influence of amorous strangers
Her energy failed in wake of treachery
Charles startled grateful state enthused him
Flourished material assistance eagerly
Upset trajectory, wife's affection refused him
She once was fluid flower pleasant
His thorn tore natural pairing apart
Mildred's wooden stem, failed reverence
Commitment couldn't penetrate her heart
Charles' grovelling replaced love resuming
Altitude diminished despite effort
Shared habitat couldn't restore their union
Registered sin slices status, trust bereft
10th July 2020
Written for Competition: Flower or Thorn
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Love is not always reciprocated
Seeming some hearts terminally
constipated –
unable to relieve themselves
and others,
to make lighter many burdens,
the long suffering of less fortunate sisters
and brothers –
yes, love is not only
tender petting,
it is also to help stop daily
fretting – feeling hopeless smothers
love is sinking
wells and tilling fields
giving an extra helping hand
when Nature poorly yields
it is lighting a furnace of warmth
for the aged, by themselves too weak
to battle late hour’s bitter cold
it is seeing gold as not mere glitter
but a wealth that could make life desperate
fuller and fitter
Seek out those children abandoned and forgotten!
Restore a World order that nurtures its vulnerable fold –
Dear God, if love
could only be bought and sold, I would
earn to buy all
give all away free...
My own reserve entirely in Thee
My mind has been spinning, since toxin contamination
I have been caught in a web of deception and corruption
Searching the landscape, for words to describe this nightmare
The toxins sickened my healthy dog and I like an evil plague
I lost my home where I had been for 10 years, with no help
Evidence didn't matter, speaking didn't matter...
The tester got threatened not to expose my state,
for being included in the Ohio Train Derailment disaster
I turn to writing to survive, as I have my whole life
as I am still very busy due to the toxic disruption
The loss, the trauma, the pain and all I experience
The memories of wildlife fleeing with eerie silence
The acid rain that turned rocks, leaves and plants black
The flourescent orange slime on my tree in the back yard
The trees that died immediately, with no leaves in summer
It was bareness that felt like another planet
I keep working to move forward and pick up the pieces of a broken life
One day at a time, I take action and proceed to succeed
I do more and more, sometimes overworking, just to stay focused
So that, I don't crumble apart, all the while feeling so fragile
I will make it because I am a survivor in this challenging life
My prayers are with everyone in the biggest chemical disaster in our country!
Justice is gone, empathy is gone in this, we are on our own
I have a new life now, determined to create safety, comfort and peace
I still admire the beauty left in this creation granted to us
All this will affect me for the rest of my life....
With memories of my dog Bella , coughing and suffering who died this month
It will haunt me from scenes and evidence that I have gathered
But, sometimes we are put in situations to bring about new, better things
This is why, no matter what the weather or circumstance, we must keep going
I am grateful for what I still have and think about all the veterans, Memorial Day
Those who sacrificed for our country so we can have freedom!
Many things in life take sacrifice, even when it is very hard to do!
Love for our country and our fellow Americans will be the only thing,
that will restore freedom and justice now as it dissolves in the fog
Seek the light, keep your head up, be brave and you can be part of it!
Heidi Sands
5/26/24
Blessings!
That Distant Space
Shadows slide, silent, across the cold church floor
As pallid wraiths form in the fast fading breeze
Where no human wanders that way anymore.
And come to rest by the broken vestry door
To meet in far off realms beyond our short lease
In that abandoned place we walked before.
A new moon rises unseen above the trees,
Grey ghosts return on this night of dark unease
And far from busy life’s bright domains explore
By hidden, shaded paths that no human sees
Where shapeless souls their earthly forms restore
And at All Hallow’s Eve meet in dark rapport
In that distant space where the dead convene,
To speak apart before daylight intervenes.
Barry Stebbings
Oct 2024
".... could not stop for death- he kindly stopped for me-
the carriage held just ourselves and immortality."
Quote by _ Emily Dickinson
Through the sting of yesterday’s tears
Glistening on lashes, in the midday sun,
There lives a dream, a prayer, a rhythm…
Who remembers to sing, to believe, to agree
With the measure of kindness, the gentleness,
Compassion, soft and soothing… silencing
Darkest fears, kissing away the past’s tears
It is the intimacy of a yearning, burning
Through the stardust moments
Hinting at a history, flames of yearning
Silencing the breathless teasing
Heart’s soundless goodbye, freezing
On lips whose whisper, with a sigh
Caresses the starry eyed feelings, blessing
Forever with the music of a lifetime dancing
Imitating the joy who is alive, like a light
Falling softly on the soul who believes
There is a promise in the laughter, the dreams
Through the wishes that bleed answers
Rustling leaves of heartfelt hope
Rousing winds of enchanting knowing,
Spurring passions into their inklings,
Bringing out the charm of a heavenly song,
Drowning out the storms, the worries –
All the wrong, with the presence of a Father
Who gives much more than we could hope,
Love so strong it fulfills every thought,
Love so alive it lingers inside, arising like the smile
Beautiful and wise – inviting the heart’s sparkle,
The tenderness, the wonder – forever
Never a doubt – this is the way out of the dark
Into the light that lives forever, calming, restoring…
Erasing every tear with the endlessness of a hope
Far more wonderful than anything else on earth,
A hope for eternity with the love that is our victory!
Love like this abides on the inside of those who know
He is the King and we are the people who believe
He came to this earth to save and restore, to become the answer
For the heart who is seeking God’s love!
Forever and ever – He is the hope for the eternal
Writing Challenge - C Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
May 28, 2023
In old Jerusalem near cross and sepulcher
Transgressors and confessors searching for a cure
Weary Pilgrims assembled in this place ornate
Guilty, broken, sad, sickened, from life’s heavy weight
Here we remember how our sin once did molest
How selfish deeds and hateful thoughts God does detest
Yet for us sinners Christ in love performed His grace
His sacrificial work makes this a holy place
Somewhere near here religion organized deceit
They drug him to the pavement to make his end complete
Somewhere near here truth was twisted, justice denied
Somewhere near here, misinformed, crucified they cried
Somewhere near here with cruel whip his back was beat
Somewhere near here Rome drove nails in Christ’ hands and feet
Somewhere near here the savior wore thorns for a crown
Somewhere near here the savior’s blood trickled down
Somewhere near here they punctured a sword in his side
Somewhere near here for our sin our blessed savior died
Somewhere near here, hanging shamefully on a cross
Jesus was sacrificed to restore human loss
Here listening to vile words the crowd did sputter
An announcement of forgiveness he did utter
Here on these grounds the lamb without blemish or flaw
Orchestrated the salvation the Father foresaw
The execution done His body was removed
The task was now completed, the Father approved
In a tomb near here his slaughtered corpse was encased
Still, dead, and buried, His accomplishments erased
For three days in the dark of the earth he did lay
While the Sabbath left His friends to mourn in dismay
But on the third day, somewhere near here, before dawn
There came a rumble and He awoke without yawn
Somewhere near here before the daylights detection
Breath was restored in mighty resurrection
The women and the disciples saw him near here
Then to more than five-hundred he dared to appear
I’m quite impressed with these walls and decorations
But they provoke neither joy nor celebration
For I’m on a journey to see the saviors face
And perhaps that’s the lesson of this wondrous place
For nails, nor cross, rocks, or cave can keep Jesus still
Resurrected our savior moves around at will
He will not be confined to places around here
But where ever we go our living Lord is near.
Joyful a child of our Savior and King,
Blessed by God’s grace beyond all degree.
E’en so, there come times of trial and pain,
When I need a true friend to walk with me.
When life is hard and is falling apart,
Lord, send me a friend, who will share my pain,
Who will help to restore my broken heart,
Until my life is in the Lord again.
When fallen deep into moral crisis,
Lord, send me a friend, who will share my pain,
Who is a pathway to Christian wholeness,
Until my life is right in Christ again.
When I’ve lost spiritual direction,
Lord, send me a friend, who will share my pain,
Who will help make all the right corrections,
Until my life is on the Way again.
Lord, call servants with heartfelt devotion,
From amongst our sisters and our brothers;
Like Jesus, full of love and compassion,
Who will in Christ share the pain of others.
PINNACLES OF HUMAN FELICITY
To write only for fame,to give
satisfaction,a morning of doubt
spent in uncertainty.
This sacrifice to art,then all is
smooth and easy,when imagination
is everything.Did the little repose
restore? Regard this is my pen
I partake again this pretension of
self-consequence,by no means
unpleasant,agreeable enough I
will endeavour to deserve,with
magnamity.A sensation of pleasure
basking in the sunshine of prosperity
exalted in the utmost pinnicle of
human felicity.Every sentiment
complete,perfection where
grace and spirit are united.
From letters of Jane Austen
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis verse of mine on youtube under name ichthyschiro
The master of the living room
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
My children, to my tastes shall groom
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
They storm around, they scream and shout
They act as if they’re al put out
They whine and moan, complain and pout
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
Procedurals, I won’t partake
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
Network news lies and berates
But I’ve got the clicker
Adventure tales, I am a fan
Better sit-coms, I can stand
But mostly I steam on broadband
When I have the clicker
Reality, thy grind at me
So I grab the clicker
A stress release, so great the need
So I grab the clicker
To reset faith with simple tales
To restore peace amidst travails
I rarely feel so week or frail
When I’ve got the clicker.
Deep in the overgrown hollow of the woods
the gristmill wheel still turns where memories once stood,
splashing water lightly on each rung some worn and gone
as it circles the breeze with creeks and aching yawns.
As long as the stream continues to flow in its speed
it spins fast and slow dependent on the water feed
and rains may fall occasionally on demand
to restore hidden ledgers and scales of time stands.
No one stirs, no hidden shadows still walk or can be seen,
times have changed and distant factories now glean
the corn, the rye, the wheat from the outstretched fields,
gold glittered shades yellow silk, maize crushed quietly to yield.
Narragansett White Flint Corn husked and dried now snooze
no longer freed to the damsel as it shook down to the shoes
now the chaff is separate, screened and sifted
but it is only a historic memory lifted,
savored by few who recall the old days finds
with dreams and images recalling simpler times,
spin and turn the gristmill wheel of days long passed
like the revolving earth on which these human lives are cast.