Long Survives Poems
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The sun went down on yesterday.
When evil had it's horrid way.
A new day dawn's around the world.
As a bloody flag has been unfurled.
Somehow our joy is not the same.
A little dimmer burns the flame.
We carry on and do our part.
But we're reminded with a shadowed heart.
Jesus said there would be trouble.
That no one lives inside a bubble.
But how many lesson's must be taught?
To learn that action is not a thought.
As we go on and live our lives.
And simple pleasure still survives
As we are left to now restart.
The past is cast in our shadowed heart.
Prayers, peace and hope for Paris and this world. Amen
He came to die upon a tree
Friend to hearts and souls in need
He came to show the world that He
Was more than merely a man, a friend
He was the light that pierced the dark
With a sword of hope and faith, love
That came alive with prayers for grace
He came to us from heaven above
Where He lived with the Father, the One
Who would send us His one and only Son
The creator, the master, the King of Kings
The Wonder that shone brighter than
Moon or stars – was more vibrant than
The sweetest hues of laughter and love
Joy that excites and denies all worry
He came to give each one a second chance
The opportunity to live and to give
With a heart that is full of love that is His
Answer to our prayers, the way we share
From a sincere heart, feelings that are a part
Of the wonder that is His grace, His love
The beauty that never fades, He’s so amazing!
He came to bring each one a new heart
And with that gift He taught us about hope
The silent faith that is so full of grace
It lights up the prayers, the hearts, the souls
Continues to provide endless love, endless hope
To the one who knows that this Son shining bright
Is more alive than any other, more wonderful
More stunning… than even the greatest dream
The most breathtaking moment can’t compare
To the joy that we know when we know Jesus
The One who came down to us from up above
And brought us a grace that would save and amaze
A grace that survives even the test of time
And a grace that comes to life with His risen love!
I’m so thankful for the Savior.. I will always praise Him!
Ephesians 2:8 - For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:
There is hope
It shines in your eyes,
Lifting me up
When life silences my light
There is joy
It stirs laughter, a smile
When you’re near me
Reassuring and tender
There is wonder
It survives the darkness
Promising its grace
Inspiring – it’s you I can thank
There is your love
It always takes me away
From the doubt and confusion
Silencing every disillusionment
There is YOU
When I don’t know what to do
And, you fill my heart with elation
Because, with you, there is no darkness
There is only love that fills me to overflowing
Love that I know – will always bring me hope
(written, not from experience – but from hearing the screams of the voiceless)
a letter from home, the womb where I grow…
2 Corinthians 12:9 “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
Torn from the sanctuary, without one breath
my story begins… will she regret?
My limbs are all growing,
the silence in here, calm and serene
like a song – her melody, gentle heartbeat
growing, each cell a mystery…
oh, I can’t wait to see her, this woman,
expecting someone – perfect,
a flawless poem written by her hope,
a seamless beauty unspoiled by the past,
this is my beginning and my soul cries out
for the wonder of her touch,
the kiss of her lips on my brow,
this blessing of a mother’s love –
oh, how she will smile when I arrive.
But, wait…
Torn from the sanctuary – my story is so brief
I feel the darkness settling in – oh, this grief?!!!
Torn from the sanctuary – pulled from the dream
of a love that will never be
a love that still believes –
she was meant for me.
Torn from the sanctuary, where there were no tears
I feel my soul is crying without end to the miseries…
Then I see Him – the One who created me
the first grace that pours over my spirit
the beautiful that isn’t wind or sea
the wonder that reaches into my grief
stills the darkness and whispers light to me
Finally, I can see…
even without the mother
who I still love so deeply
I have a hope that will complete me
hope of a love that is beyond explanation
love this alive survives every frustration
love who’ll survive whatever may come
as I struggle to remember…
she wasn’t the only one
who loved me…
His grace is sufficient for the least of us…
for the voiceless, for those who weep
because there is sorrow, so much grief
and abortion? – it claims the weak
the tiny form of one who seeks
unconditional love, love that sees
it is this love that should bring sweetest dreams.
#8: Time's Up
Renewed, a second, their forevermore,
a bobbing pin rethreads all in red threads,
the pedals are pressed up and down the floor,
the bobbing pin threads in and out all reds.
The Kids and Mom in Kress's Department Store,
Dad is somewhere eating candied popcorn,
Kids are reading comics at the bookstore,
Mom looking at patterned clothes to adorn,
The store is not in business, now a school,
Pattern clothes take time, best buy off the shelf,
The bookstore is closed and comics a-tool,
Sewing at home is passe like Santa's elf,
Be a dog--cause cats only have nine lives,
Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives!
Splendid past cherished with ardent moments,
Quest and thirst for wisdom transformed the world.
Service and solace were their rudiments,
Growth and values were together mingled.
The predicament present of evils,
Corruption and bias are the fetters.
Dreaded thunderbolts on humane morals,
Awake and break the disgraceful shutters.
Empathy survives and comforts people
Parity - the precept of universe,
Curtails nasty thoughts those make us feeble,
Don't get perished by the merciless curse.
A better tomorrow with perfections,
Fuse the fragrance of love to our actions.
A better tomorrow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Date: 22-09-2020
Place : 4th
It’s 1914, and Hollywood star Mabel Normand has just
helped new boy Charlie Chaplin to develop his “Tramp”
character. She is wondering if she’s done the right thing.
I gave him everything – even the walk.
He’s too priapic for his baggy britches!
Arriving here still tarred with charred old cork,
this fraud who jawed of Avignon and Sitges
while knowing neither, has the crew in stitches.
Dexterity is not the same as grace:
he’s shaping up for all-time rags-to-riches,
the parasite who rose without a trace:
but we can see beneath the comic carapace.
He’s carrying himself now like a star.
If glibness were the same as eloquence,
I haven’t any doubt that he’d go far.
The talent, if untutored, is immense.
I wish he’d just – when not before the lens –
acknowledge what’s been done for him. That loud
theatricality I tamed. The sense
of something intímate, less harsh, less proud,
I think I gave him. But his eyes are on the crowd.
He’s trying to direct us. We’re his bitches.
That script he wrote permits him to molest
some seven women, like as if his itches
are there to be indulged. The man’s obsessed.
I nurtured him and now, at his behest,
I’m served up as his plaything. I’m incensed!
The cuckoo kicks the babies from the nest,
but still the mother feeds him. My defence?
A woman’s love survives a man’s incontinence.
"If the wind will not serve,
take to the oars."
Let the wind swerve and curve,
not sway the way that's yours.
I'll tell you why—
It's up in the sky,
It's in the salmon that defy
the way the rivers ply.
It's in the trees
that bend, not break.
It's in the seeds
that dare to wake,
to an ancient urge
beneath each stem,
not to winter's scourge
that beckons them.
It's in the season
written deep within,
in the seed of reason
where all seeds begin.
It's in the bees
whose waggle tells,
of fields of trees
with flowering dells.
They never wait for chance
to paint perfect skies,
they trust their dance
more than their eyes.
It's in the web
the spider spins and weaves,
not waiting for storms to ebb,
or calm among the leaves.
For what survives the din
is more than what chance buys—
it's the will that lies within
that always yearns to rise.
"For wandering winds will confuse,
and lose direction;
while your oars pick and choose,
each stroke with intention".
“ THE SPLENDER OF THE ROSE”
A ROSE IS JUST A FLOWER UNTIL YOU SHARE IT WITH A FRIEND
LIKE A KISS THAT STARTS A FIRE YOU HOPE WILL NEVER END
LOVE IS COMPLICATED AN UNDERSTATED WORD
THE SOUNDS OF A SONGBIRD WAITING TO BE HEARD
LOVE CAN BE INVISABLE AS IT TAKES ON MANY FORMS
SWEET FRAGRANCE PULLS YOU IN AS THE ROSE CUTS YOU WITH ITS THORNS
OUR PATH IS FULL OF BUMPS AND UNEXPECTED TURNS
NEW LOVE LIGHTS THE WAY AS ROMANCE SLOWLY BURNS
THE ROSE SPRINGS FROM A TINY BUD TOO SMALL TO EVEN SEE
A ONE IN A MILLION CHANCE FOR THE BEAUTY IT CAN BE
LOVE STARTS WITH A SMILE AS TWO HEARTS COME TOGETHER
WITH LITTLE CHANCE OF LASTING ONLY TRUE LOVE STAYS FOREVER
THE FLOWER OH SO BEAUTIFUL BUT EVENTUALLY IT DIES
THERE LIES A HIDDEN SECRET NOT EVERYBODY KNOWS
LOVE IS LIKE A MIRACLE THAT SOMEHOW SURVIVES
THE MAGIC’S IN THE FLOWER THE SPLENDOR OF THE ROSE
DOUBLE TAKE
“I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all”
These words stay as time may allow
I've looked at life from both sides now
So ignorant over these years
Those lyrics now bring me to tears
The original song survives
Yet the poetic lyric thrives
I've looked at life from both sides now
Like low hanging fruit on the bough
Perhaps with age it makes more sense
In my youth I must have been dense
With deep respect I take a bow
I've looked at life from both sides now
‘Both Sides Now’ by Joni Mitchell