Long Seek Poems
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A-long the long hard road,
N-ightfall blinds your eyes;
N-othing is quite clear,
A-s dark covers the skies.
L-eading you to the right path
I-s the Lord God Almighty;
S-howing you the doorway
A-nd the gate to eternity.
R-each the Lord's loving hand,
O-pen your heart to His love;
M-idst chill and shadows
A-n arm comes from above.
N-either shoulder shrugs off the call of the great voice;
O-pen your ears to listen and make a correct choice.
P-repare your feet to stay
O-n track tasked by the Maker;
R-emain in the true fold,
T-wenty-sixth day October.
U-nless you obey His words,
G-od shall bring you His wrath;
A-llow your soul to seek Him
L-eading you to the right path.
Thank You, Lord, for enriching my spiritual life* thru Your Word!
Such is Your knowledge established by Your immutable record…
…Which strengthens my faith upon Your divine sword
For me to seek Your prudence while persevering along Your truth’s ford.
Thank You, Lord, for enriching my spiritual life that exalts Your name!
Such is Your glory magnified midst Your heavenly fame…
…Which upholds my salvation by Your assurance-frame
For me to testify about Your greatness while glowing in Your Gospel’s flame.
Thank You, Lord, for enriching my spiritual life by Your holiness!
Such is Your perfection affirmed thru Your sanctifying righteousness…
…Which corrects my attitude by Your merciful forgiveness
For me to profit in Your truths while learning from Your reproof’s blessedness.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
April 18, 2019
little incubus
You toss me round I got stitches,
Tears and blood are your riches,
your eyes are glowing
your hairs a fire
pulsed face showing
that you're a liar.
They say that your a demon,
i know your just a child
veiled cries behind that evil smile
I saw you first in your empire,
you dig in deep, then take them higher
Long ago before they knew
all the damage you would do.
Toss me round I got stitches
tears and fear are your riches,
You seethe you loathe, hate and grieve
seek the seekers mind only to deceive,
hearts in hand, souls out poured
collecting hearts, neatly stored
Your eyes are glowing
your hairs on fire
My fear reveals your desire.
*1 Thessalonians 5:16-17 (NKJ)
“Singulis diebus studeam meliorem esse hominem quam heri fui." Latin for
"Each day I strive to be a better person than I was yesterday." ~The Poet ~
Some mountains seem impossible to climb
The summit is always reached one step at a time.
Let me tell you that when there is a specific goal we seek
We must clear our mind of just two days of the week.
Yesterday with its sorrows, worries and mistakes
Just erasing it from your mind is all it takes.
Tomorrow literally does not exist yet, for any one.
Few things are guaranteed except for the rising of the sun.
We cannot say for sure what will happen, we have no control.
Tomorrow’s are our future, unknown if we’ll reach our goal.
Consider today when deciding how our efforts are placed.
Don’t let yesterday and tomorrow become interlaced.
No sense regretting yesterday and fearing tomorrow.
This will most likely lead to continuing sorrow.
Today is the day that needs your attention.
Keep it optimistic without any dissension.
The Bible states it is God’s will to rejoice always.*
Enriching not only our lives, spreading joy for all ‘todays’.
Living a life that’s true to yourself, letting today be all the more.
Yesterday is over, Tomorrow God has it’s key, Today has the floor.
Please understand; I'm not complaining.
I'm not saying there wasn't raining,
Keeping greenery and clean water holes.
We had muddy holes to cool our souls.
The wealthy swam in nice swimming pools.
We went to school and played by the rules.
We kids made the best of what we had, and
Rubber tires on dusty roads made us glad.
I'm saying that there were no lakes;
But there was enough heat to make one bake.
There were no beautiful brooks or ponds;
But we found other ways to have great fun.
In summer, we had to avoid hot feet,
because the dusty grounds inhaled the heat.
The farm crops were cotton, corn, and wheat.
There were soy beans and plenty of hay.
In the barns on 'hay stacks', we would play
hide and seek, jumping from stack to stack.
We kids wasted no time in pout and pain.
We knew that in time, this too would change.
093021PSCtest, Rhyme Me, Rhyme Me A Poem, Eve Roper
Picture#3, Rhyme, 20 lines, 10 Syllable /L max.
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My soul knows you, for a kind word.
We write our poems to feel complete,
From poetry written, a heart is heard.
Though our eyes will never meet,
Our time with poetry, bittersweet.
Gentle hands stretch in silent mirth.
With poems held, from no address.
They slowly cross the spacious Earth,
These treasured writings that we possess,
To touch a heart, I will confess.
This gift we give from our gentle heart,
That we hope will bring a smile.
A poet who rambles, or worthy art,
Sharing wisdom, we find worthwhile,
As we seek to pause a life awhile.
These beautiful poems, written down,
To fill the reader's sense.
Of red sunsets like a flowing gown,
To paint a picture without pretense,
And show a poet's heart, at their expense.
contest English Quintain
8/21/15
In shadows deep where sorrows creep,
I call to You in whispered plea,
O gentle light, my heart's delight,
Abide with me, dear Jesus, be.
Through stormy nights and trials fierce,
When hope seems lost like distant stars,
Your love my shield; Your grace revealed,
Will guide me past these worldly scars.
When burdens weigh and fears invade,
And darkness veils the path I tread,
With every breath I seek Your rest—
Abide with me; let courage spread.
In quiet moments ‘neath the trees,
Where nature sings in soft refrain,
Your presence stills each anxious thought—
A balm that heals all of my pain.
As seasons turn and rivers flow,
Through joy and grief Your hand will lead;
In every tear and silent prayer—
Abide with me; fulfill this need.
So here I stand in faith’s embrace,
With open heart to welcome Thee.
My Savior kind—forever bind:
In love's sweet song abide with me.
I am weary down to the reaches of my soul
My body is tired, my mind is exhausted,
and most of all my soul aches with grief and overwhelm
How do you fix a weary soul?
Leaving a difficult workplace may help,
taking a few days off and seeking joy
I need greenspace, not in the city
but in a natural environment and it is on
the top of my to do list to seek out nature
I need friendship, which I have oodles of,
and I will reach out and spend some time
with my kindred spirits that bring me joy
I need encouragement, which I get from
many sources, but lately the source has been
from God, with love and guidance
I need the flow of words that is hard to accomplish
when you work a full day in a difficult environment,
I am hoping time will open my word gates
Most of all, I need to rest in my faith
God reminds me every day that I am loved, I am his
and he is with me. I will rest in him.
Mint stars reaching out to greet the sky
Cool zephyr blowing across your cheeks
Much nearer, your silhouette appears
Like a fog carried by beams ,you advance
With sequins on hair tossed by the breeze
As your flowing chemise billows like a sail
To throttle on bare toes across our woods
I seek your face rising from scented grass
A nape blushing like jasmine’s breath
I become an orbit twirling summer’s fire
That my eyes behold a sigh in the light
And the edges between us grow tighter
While your fingers moan to whisper this lore;
“The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together...”
And this magic frees me to sing in drawls
You murmur,"soak in the pour of rain,"
While we lay on the meadow of my arms
Allowing the lanterns that hang on air
To consume a flame kindling our breaths
Until you and I become one stem.
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*Inspiration from the poem of Sufi poet, Rumi,
( A Moment of Happiness), a stanza highlighted
above.
Any Poem Contest #4
I seek a heart that beats in rhythm with my own,
A hand to hold through seasons yet unknown, trust lives softly in her gentle grace.
Not perfection carved from marble stone,
But someone real, with flaws she’s always owned,
Who speaks her mind with kindness as her guide,
And chooses still to walk here by my side.
In morning light or when the day grows dim,
Through joy that soars and times when hope grows thin,
I long for love that’s steady, strong, and true—
A faithful heart that says, “I’m here with you.”
For in the end, what matters most to me
Is finding someone who will always be
Both lover and the truest friend I know,
Together, helping each other grow.????????????????