Long Rivers Poems
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Summer is tethered to the scent of a rose,
and bubbling brooks, where minnows nip at bare toes.
Spring urges Summer on, and indeed, it shows;
freeing the rivers and lakes that Winter froze,
while greening the dried grasses of the meadows.
A sizzling hot Summer sun shines down all day,
warming swimming pools where children splash and play.
And, bronzes with an ultraviolet ray,
as folks flock to sandy beaches, come what may.
Children launch paper kites on a rising breeze;
and eat apples picked from wild crabapple trees,
while playing outdoor games, and skinning their knees.
Dreading the thought that Winter will reappear,
I find that Summer is the best time of year.
I'll choose Summer over Winter any day!
I hate the cold, frozen feet, and runny nose;
as well as shoveling snow from the driveway,
I'd rather swelter in Summer's heat than freeze.
Fall shifts my metabolism into low gear
till I find myself wishing Summer would stay.
This love is rare to find, a pearl concealed in time’s vast sea,
Unlike all others known to earth, it bears eternity.
A love imbued with reverence, with laughter bright as dawn,
With joy that never withers, though countless days have gone.
It knows no dullness, no decay; each morning we devise
New ways to sweeten every hour beneath unchanging skies.
And still each daybreak greets us as the very first we met,
When eyes first locked and souls first knew what neither could forget.
I would not barter this for thrones, for gold, or fleeting fame;
It is the balm for ancient wounds, the quenching of the flame.
My heart, once marred and weathered, now lies polished, smooth, and clean,
Kept tender by a love so pure it sanctifies unseen.
If it is ordained, it shall endure; no tempest can undo
The sacred thread that bound your birth to mine, and mine to you.
Now I believe love is the union of two severed halves aligned,
And when the perfect portion meets its twin, the two are one design.
It fits as rivers fit their banks, as stars conform to night;
It joins with such accord that heaven seems to bless the rite.
This is the love I knelt to pray for in my quiet hours
A love resembling the Divine, for only God has powers
To manufacture such a grace, to weave such deep design.
Good love is rooted: honest, kind, and patient through the years,
It honors vows in shadowed nights and dries the other’s tears.
Deep love descends beneath the skin, to where the spirit dwells,
It reads the silence in your eyes, and in your sorrows tells
You are not alone. Sweet love is in the soft, unhurried things
A whispered name at midnight, the quiet joy it brings.
It seasons every common day with honey from above,
And makes of simple moments sacraments of touch and love.
True love is tested, yet remains; it does not bend to pride,
It chooses, stays, forgives, and lets no bitterness reside.
It is the mirror of the Maker’s heart, steadfast and refined.
This chemistry runs deep as wells the world has never known,
A covenant not forged by flesh, but by the Holy Throne.
This love is rare. This love is mine. This love is ours, alone.
She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of those who listen
To the treasure of her gift, her brilliance
The way she soothes and calms
The wonder of her grace, her mercy
The miracle of her unconditional love
She is creativity, vision, the muse
Flames of passion in hues so beautiful
They motivate the imagination
Free spirits from stagnation, smile
Music into the lives of those who listen
To her brave silence, her invitation
To heavenly stillness, the quiet of moon
The light of truth – as stars shimmer
Rivers tremble, almost spiritual, uplifting
Calming the senses, so reassuring, heartening
She is gifted, like the soul’s sister
Releasing every resentment to the past
Where it fades into the shadows
As healing blends away the doubts
Preparing the spirit for the healing
That comes to those who hear her words
Her life-giving, life-changing verses
Poetry from the spirit, the feelings
Rhythms of grace, so compelling, fulfilling
Awakening the burning sensations, the stirring
Intimacy so amazing, the kiss of affection
Poured into the one who listens to her
She is acquainted with fear and pain
Yet she remains unchanged, a blessing
Wisdom delights in the faithful
Finds strength, even in weakness
Never doubts, but always commends
The one who hears her with a faithful ear
The one who needs her more than their suspicions
The one who knows her as God’s gift, His teacher…
Wisdom is the soul’s preacher!
1 Corinthians 1 (KJV)
28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:
The sun awakes with golden light,
And chases softly through the night.
It paints the sky in shades so bright,
A gentle end to fading fright.
The birds arise with cheerful song,
Their melodies both sweet and strong.
They carry hope the whole day long,
And teach the heart where it belongs.
The rivers dance and laugh with grace,
As silver ripples softly race.
They mirror clouds in their embrace,
And carve out time through every place.
The trees stand tall beneath the blue,
Their leaves are dressed in sparkling dew.
They hum a tune both old and true,
Of seasons passing gently through.
And as the stars return once more,
They shine like dreams we can’t ignore.
They light the sky from shore to shore,
And fill the night with wonder’s lore.
The Lord is the keeper of His promises
in His word showing His authority so high
the waters are going over our heads
but the Lord is with us when we cry
When the rivers threaten to overwhelm
God holds the waters so we'll not drown
such is the Lord's mercy upon us
for the Lord is the glory and the crown
Burning flames normally so painful
but the Lord's promise is we will not burn
as God was with Moses in the Red Sea
equally, His promise sure will not turn
These flames shall not consume
never will they overpower us at all
'I will be with you' so says God
A promise the Lord will indeed call
(Isaiah 43:2:
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”)
What if..?
The snake had not deceived the first human to eat that apple.
Like animals—naked, primitive, homeless, wanderers—
We would still have been only the salts of the earth in Eden.
Eating all fruits except those of knowledge and life...
In a garden where we do not work, but God works for us.
Perhaps we would be born, but never die—
A life of pleasure, untouched by pain or suffering.
But why, then, is eating the apple a sin?
When God fills our minds with boundless knowledge—
To build spacecraft, skyscrapers, mansions with tireless passion,
To conquer the earth and reach for the stars beyond.
So was Satan created to shape us, diamonds in the rough?
Yet made to command the symbol of God's wrath...
Where sin is met with eternal suffering and pain,
Where tears flood cheeks like rivers after heavy rains.
Had man not eaten that apple...
The earth would not hold Adam and all his offspring, both dead and living.
God would not have rejoiced to see us remain like animals,
Perhaps our prisms would still be unbroken, our white light never split into colors.
Yet, if wisdom was truly forbidden,
Why does the universe stretch wide before us?
Why do our hands mold the dust into wonders,
And our minds chase the secrets of the stars?
Home was just a mellow state of mind
A place a rambling man would never find
Home was anywhere the rivers flowed
Spent most of his days on the open road
Couldn't find a reason to settle down
Morning would find him in another town
Standing still was too big a price to pay
He wouldn't have it any other way
He's a dying breed standing in the rain
Longing for the sound of an old freight train
Sometimes sleeping 'neath the stars above
Living the life he's learned to love
Got all he needs strapped across his back
Too much up ahead to start looking back
Live for the moment. Don't regret the past
All the years go by so fast
In a cheap hotel on a lonely night
He felt the pain and the time was right
He prayed Dear Jesus I'll no longer roam
Tell my Father I'm coming home.
Plantation escape
Wasting no time
Being a Slave for too long
Through the swamps, bayou, and rivers
Throwing plantation dog owners off
Through forbidden territories
Sea creatures of all kinds in not being their prey
Darkness falls with a continuation run
Rest only for a brief pause
Distance far and freedom to gain
Shall not surrender to be bound
Eyes from Heaven surround with their gestures
Shall being determined
The Night Stars encourage and enrich the inner soul
Tomorrow is a new day
Beaten no more
Tormented wounds heal
Anguished beyond words
If I who will
Unknown forest where danger lurks
Freedom shall rise
This Slave will no longer bend
Freedom’s end
Retreating to a Slave’s new world.
Four loving daughters of mother earth unique,
Angelic features, each brings her own boutique,
Return every year to spend time with mother,
Enticing her with their charms and the weather!
Winter is the fairest, showers her with snow,
Every Christmas without fail, Santa would know!
Lights and decorations greet her all the way,
Love shared, past February she will not stay!
The second daughter arrives, La Bella Spring!
On a bright, clear day like bird on coloured wings
Shops heaven for flowers, aroma exhales,
Unleashes love in every heart, never fails!
Morning is fresh as Summer Sun shines brighter,
Music of running rivers, love birds twitter,
Endearments done she waves, raining goodbye tears!
Rust arbour adorned, artist Autumn appears!
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Written 26/09/2020
Relentlessly the sun beat down scorching all
trees drooped leaves all withered mostly gone.
People staying in the shade sweltering as
they fight for each breath dripping with sweat.
Not a cloud to be seen, just blue skies
with a blazing red gold sun sapping life.
In the fields the animals struggle seeking
relief yet there is no respite from the glare.
Bodies shrivelled litter the plains, grazing
here not possible roots exposed and decimated.
Water holes long since dried up, rivers empty
Hopelessness shows in all the staring eyes.
Dust clouds the air causing all to choke on it
as far away rumbles are heard and flashes seen.
But here on the plains not a single drop falls
Life almost non existence as desert takes over.
People abandon their homes and farms
moving away to less harsh conditions.
Life here seems to be done for good
as the sand dunes march in claiming all.