Long Sarah Poems
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The Simple things in life, not thought of very often, yet so rare,
The Simple Things in life, so overlooked, yet very important to us,
The Simple Things in life, such as a daisy, dandelions, bunnys, the sun,
The Simple Things in life, take time to see them, for soon they will be gone..
The Simple things in life, unplug, stop in your tracks, look above in the sky,
The Simple Things in life, tell me what you see, Do you feel the breeze on your face?
The Simple Things in life, let it take you away from the rat race of life,
The Simple Things In life, walk barefoot in the sand, take in the healing grace..
The Simple Things in life, tomorrow isnt promised to anyone, live for the here and now,
The Simple Things in life, where we will be in the future, we do not yet know,
The Simple Things in life, inhale deeply, close your eyes, say a little prayer,
The Simple Things in life, My friend Sarah, I have a special gift for you,
The Simple Things in life, for you are my sparrow, my wind under my wings,
The Simple Things in life, for I feel your smile, your love in your eyes, forever in my heart..
“It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.” - Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost
September speaks of light and love, everlasting
Kindled by a heartbeat, breathing praise, adoring
His still, small voice, in the wind, autographing
Autumn’s glory, all the leaves falling, transforming
Kindled by a heartbeat, breathing praise, adoring
Shuffling through the silence in brave colors, pouring
Autumn’s glory, all the leaves falling, transforming
Gentle flames of lasting grace reach the soul, warming
Shuffling through the silence in brave colors, pouring
Lasting beyond the rustling, murmuring heart flowing
Gentle flames of lasting grace reach the soul, warming
As the stars fill the cobalt skies, moaning and groaning
Lasting beyond the rustling, murmuring heart flowing
Beats of light, filling the darkest night, shadows roaring
As the stars fill the cobalt skies, moaning and groaning
Erasing the mindless seas of lasting winds, scorning
Beats of light, filling the darkest night, shadows roaring
Original sin, from Eve’s flaw, shouts, still grieving
Erasing the mindless seas of lasting winds, scorning
Forest’s ensue with October’s mind, endlessly screaming
Original sin, from Eve’s flaw, shouts, still grieving
Resting on the echo of a mindless beauty, so soothing
Forest’s ensue with October’s mind, endlessly screaming
Winsome kiss of the heaven’s light flowing down, musing
Resting on the echo of a mindless beauty, so soothing
His still, small voice, in the wind, autographing
Winsome kiss of the heaven’s light flowing down, musing
September speaks of light and love, everlasting
God asked Abraham to sacrifice his son
The Tzaddik replied, 'His will be done.'
For a son with Sarah, Abraham had prayed
But his prayers was not answered 'til very old age
All his hopes on Isaac's shoulders; he'd be the one
Yet Abraham said, 'The Lord's will be done.'
Isaac himself accepted the command
Up the mountain with his father he ran
You know the story; God withheld Abraham's hand
Neither father nor son had to fulfill God's command
Both father and son's faith sorely tried, these two
Which one was greater? ~ I leave that with you
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Notes:
1. A Tzaddik is a righteous man.
2. Abraham was 100 years old when Isaac was born.
So I’ve shared a few things on what Sarah’s like, been exact,
her actions and the lasting impact,
but seems you think I state false facts
and the truth doesn’t matter,
by speaking out I’m the matter
and telling lies,
well guess what guys,
to me you don’t matter,
oh that a surprise.
how the hell you going
to defend someone who won’t tell of their innocence
and instead tries to silence these incidents?
You idiots dense?
Yeah take offence,
plant it in the garden to shield true events
cus I kid not
she’s not forgot but your sights blocked
as you sound me “stop”,
you can't see or hear what appears, sensible,
so your senses ain’t sensing but you want me censored,
I guess ignorance aint expensive,
some know it's true and they know more than you,
you stay unclued see what precludes.
what’s my reward for lies what’s yours if I drop it,
should I for you aye, okay,
what impact has it on your life either way,
it a killer blow or it just goes away,
if it bothers do the latter,
go on scatter, go further I say
I should scar to change her ways.
I’d rather annoy with it yell
and exploit these tales
not let it go nor choose your fair wells,
idea stinks so sink while I sail
with no care of what prevails
lets weigh it up on the scales,
550 days of bullying or a poem or two
which one’s more a worry for you?
Poems? really, that true?
you’re just a prejudist and rude,
you better scurry from what occurs
cus I'm telling this, it's what I witnessed,
make the witch twitch and jerk
as I write it in a verse
you’ve a nerve telling me
to stop wording my story
a bunch of berks you must be
negative preserved for me
now letting reserves go free,
I'm about to bout
so let it be
do I deserve your discredit,
oh wait you know I’m false cus Sarah said it
SON THAT I LOVE
When the God of love sought to find one,
there was none worthy to be the unblemished lamb,
He made Himself flesh, and a planted seed
to be born in Bethlehem
He then mastered His plan, through the ages,
through mankind’s genealogy,
One to carry His seed, a virgin girl,
fulfilling all prophecies.
He showed His stars to Abraham,
the grains of San by the sea,
And promised him He’d be a father to,
as many born to him as these.
And through His seed, a holy bloodline,
the Promise to be would come,
The eternal Lamb, One Sacrifice,
His One and Only Son.
He showed His devoted Abraham
who waited and believed,
the son who was his promised child,
the one finally conceived.
Abraham rejoiced, along with beautiful Sarah
his once doubtful impatient wife
For the child of promise, many nations to follow
God would now ask for his life.
Give me your son, son that you love,
as a living sacrifice,
Upon an alter I have prepared,
your obedience to me, the price.
And now the heart of a father’s love,
was torn to his soul I am sure,
to give to God his promised son
one born of love so pure.
But the hand of God prevented him,
Abraham! Touch not the child,
And God provided a ram in the brush
trying Abraham’s heart the whole while.
Now I have seen your faithfulness,
not withholding your only son,
the son of your promise, dear son that you love,
Your only begotten one.
And now you will know the heart of your God,
For neither will I withhold mine,
For as my only Son is given to you,
you gave, not withholding thine.
For now shall you see my faithfulness,
not withholding my Only Son,
the Son of your promise, dear Son that I love,
My Only Begotten One.
"The flaming bowerbird (Sericulus ardens) is one of the most brilliantly colored bowerbirds. The male is a medium-sized bird, up to 25 cm long, with flame orange and golden yellow plumage, elongated neck plumes and a black tail with a yellow tip. He builds an "avenue-type" arbor with two side walls made of sticks. The female is an olive-brown bird with yellow or gold around the stomach.
The flame bowerbird is distributed and endemic to the rain forests of New Guinea . The male flame bird also has a courtship display along with its arbor, twisting its tails and wings to the side and then rapidly bobbing its head.
The flame bowerbird is rated as Least Concern on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species."
The above text credit to:Sarah F. L.
New Guinea beauty
a fantastic sunrise bird
rare red-yellow gem
SARAH: LITTLE PRINCESS
Dear Sarah, my little princess,
You know very well how to impress
your Grand mom innocent
with smile fluorescent.
I also know to cuddle and caress.
Lovely pearly princess Sarah Dear
Where are you crawling away? Come here.
Sit quiet, not to flee.
Read the book with me.
My princess soon to complete one year.
Sarah, my princess! Sit on my lap.
Join your hands and joyfully clap.
Granddaughter of my heart.
Not to let you apart.
Sarah! Princess! Between us no gap.
05/11/20
'Sarah' Contest by Julia Ward
back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle
la, whose avoidance behavior toward me – who goes a mile
out of her way to ensure our paths do not cross – noah din nile
per the above – well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole
viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style
per potpourri of puzzling perturbation evinced
by said olde world germane German dame we lease this duplex
treating us, as if we committed some egregious crime
subsequently forced to stand trial
viz aversion toward this convivial, frivolous and introspective chap
methinks said realtor/renter joined a coven den
where doe eyed zen of thieves
occupy teaching rubric of mean-ness while
taking appropriate and selective pages from play book of sarah palin,
which tension unlikely to cease for the next nine months till the deed
doth expire, where by this witch a taw hook cans ass (ours) will be freed
of renting a long and fostered, roach and fox infested, century21
from once salient sympathetic ear this now manifested Scrooge like greed
reminding us (essentially via cessation of any interaction),
how she once did heed
to our various and sundry travails – though neither myself nor spouse,
the latter whose vociferousness regularly exudes loathsomeness
toward key per, once a vouch saving storied angel without fail and indeed
wife tis not shy to vent where a plethora of expletives lead
rant and rave toward an impending crisis that will me send out an SOS
ever felt compelled to join Hemlock society or drown sorrows in mead
yet disappointment arises, when formerly positive dynamic now im peed
did by reasons unbeknownst to me,
who feels grateful ye chanced to read
my babbling of poetically irrational from a regular Joe,
who doth not sport Harris Tweed
nor (despite any immediate intimations)
doth newt smoke booze nor drink week.
"I am no more witch than you are; and if you take away my life, God will give you blood to drink." —Sarah Good, July 19, 1692, before her execution during the Salem witch trials
I tell myself it's an accident, hurting this man, making him bleed. The Impala is hot; I’m sixteen. It’s 1989, and drive-ins have wired speakers encased in cast-metal boxes tethered to poles sunk six inches deep, spaced at intervals wide enough to fit a family car.
late summer hits
We hook the heavy speakers inside the lip of each rolled-up window. It’s barely intermission before they fog up—I’m pushing off my date, yelling stop. We haven’t even gotten popcorn yet. He pulls me toward him, I yank back—each lurch of Impala brings loud thuds of protest from the speakers pressed against its glass. Then a sharp crack—windows shatter, spraying piles of safety-grade diamonds into our laps. That **** goes everywhere.
starlings screech in surround sound
Cold night air rushes in with the collapse of glass. I smell the salt and tang of heat-lamp nachos, remember I’m hungry. He sits gravestone still, calls it an omen. I laugh out loud. Look at the mess you made, I say, running my hands through the shards, fingers reflecting like stars in the light of the big screen. What will I tell my parents is all I can think.
murmur south for food
He turns his big eyes to mine and calls me a witch. As if yelling stop, stop is the problem, a spell that conjures small gods to break windows—throw hell-bending elbows as hard and unforgiving as his wedding band glinting in the dirty cup holder.
fall is beginning
He drops me at Taco Bell, six blocks from my house. I shed a trail of fractured glass the whole walk home, tell myself they're white sapphires when they crunch under my soles, already rehearsing my side of the story.
feathers green now gilt with gold
The next morning, I wash the rest of the night from my hair. We both tell different versions of what happened, cut different details, people, in and out of it.
invasive species
Here I sit alone at home, at school, nobody to talk to, nobody to listen to my words,
Here I sit, waiting for my only friends, the birds, the butterflies, it could be worse,
Here I sit, waiting to be seen, am I invisible to you?
Am I being heard yet?
I sit here alone, amongst the healthy, wealthy, beautiful, people, I feel so weird,
I stand here amongst the crowd at school, all who have a career in mind,
I stand alone, I don't have any aspirations, they don't care, my issues I will spare,
Am I being heard yet? My body shows the scars of depression, anger, sadness,
Nobody hears my cries, they silenced my words too many times, no longer here to burden your life.
I sit here, alone, waiting for a friend, why won't anyone answer my calls?
Am I being silent enough?
I feel deserted, alone, stupid, anxious, my tears are all gone,
Am I being silent enough?
I am alone in the graveyard, I see my stone, all these people busy talking amongst themselves,
I guess I have been silenced at last, Why didn't you answer my cries?
Out of the darkness, I don't walk alone, Sarah Hedstrom, my sister, my friend, we both are holding our candles to shine a light, Sucicide is real, we will face this scary epidemic together,
For We will never be silenced, we will walk all night to face the morning together....