Long Travel along Poems
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Raindrop
From the sky I fall forever;
Warp speed, light years, I can fly!
Further down I plummet towards you,
Through the wings of a butterfly.
Forever falling, sweat is pouring;
Silence is golden to the eagle at my side.
Faster, faster I travel along;
The new born sun shows rainbow blood.
It’s cold up here; I am going for a free falling song!
But the words do not mention what I have become
And what I will become.
Inside a sunbeam I disappeared.
They dropped me off a cloud
And now my destiny is beckoning me to come down here.
And then with a crash, I splish! I splash!
I change into a vast ocean mass.
Now I am surrounded by H2O;
I have a place I can feel at home.
Through endless currents, I float along.
I cannot swim, but I can adapt.
I am a raindrop no more; I have become an ocean.
I told you I would be back.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
FOR A SWEET SABLE SAINTLY MOTHER
Wearing her crown of pearly white hair,
Her sunken orbs glowed with a regal glare.
Her ebony hued, wrinkle hands, strong as stone
Are monuments of the burdening labor she had owned.
As her broken body has known sorrow and pain,
It remains a mystery how she has managed to remain sane.
Though her life has known despair and great depravity,
She’s never succumbed to the indignities of social gravity.
Indeed, “life for her has been no crystal stair”,
Yet, for us, she has always been there with loving care.
She’s the sturdy black bridge which we’ve crossed over on;
To travel along the jubilee road towards our liberation.
Indeed, this raven skin queen reins supreme like no other:
Praise God for the blessing me with this sweet sable saintly mother.
WEATHER FORECAST IN A LAND OF SMILE
Weather forecast for today,
Country of Thailand, its Stormy,
Please be careful on your way,
Cancel your appointments and stay.
Watch the latest news on television,
Be prepared, that’s everybody’s mission,
It might be flooded everywhere,
To those who are travelling.. take care.
Since I have to work on that day,
I start my morning habit and pray,
“Please guide me on my way”,
“I have to do it for the sake of my family”.
As I travel along,
To school where I belong,
The sun pop up in the sky,
And on my face you can see a smile,
Stormy weather turns to sunny,
Who’s to blame to that news anyway?
Nobody because it’s forces of nature,
In a flash it can change for sure.
*3rd Place
*For Joy Wellington's "Weather Forecast" Contest.
*Written by: Maria Paz Samelo
* September 9, 2012
The characteristics of mankind has not changed from generation to generation
And we're all still the children of He who ordained creation
As there's nothing new under the sun and we need to comprehend
That basically we are all the same under the skin
We all have a good side as well as a bad
We all have some traits that we wish we didn't have
From Adam to Aaron from Ruth to Rehab
We're all alike be it indifferent, happy or sad
Yet God has a way of letting us know this one fact
He will often times make us aware of our bad acts
And when we fall down then we're more able to see
That maybe it's time to readjust our personalities
I've always felt that grey hair was a silent testimony
Of experiencing life's journey as we move towards maturity
And by gaining wisdom and knowledge as we travel along
Now better equipped to discern right from wrong
As the resurrection power that came through Jesus the Christ
Allowing us to rise above the dead things in life
Still standing and inhaling because of Jesus' sacrifice
Still standing and inhaling in the midst of pain, agony and strife
Still standing and inhaling knowing that we've sustained
The Spirit of God that inside of us remains
Now a little older, a little wiser with no room for bitterness
Inhaling the word of God so that we can now be blessed
Still standing and inhaling waiting for Jesus to return
Still standing and inhaling living by the scriptures that we've learned
Now realizing that the adversary has always been around
Now understanding that in this world evil can always be found
Still standing and inhaling witnessing for the Lord Jesus the Christ
Still standing and inhaling with the Great Commission as our purpose in life
Still standing and inhaling the glorious word of the almighty God
Still standing and inhaling with love in our hearts
POTD 23 Mar 2024
THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.
Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was a path to dismal dimness prone.
To my right, a lovely sight-fragrant flora flamed in light
Forms so graceful, beauty rare, a wonderous vision beyond compare.
Both seduced with equal right, torn was I between dark and light.
Resisting limits of time and sight, a liminal border of cosmic might.
Hesitancy rapt with fear and doubt, the pondering heart beat aloud.
Tempting was the path so grand, but instinct cautioned of a treacherous hand.
A feathery touch, a breeze stirred, and in its sigh, a voice I heard.
Was it Hecate who whispered?
"Take heed. Beware, for each path leads to a different lair."
Crystal clarity knew what I must do, and with a heart filled with valour true,
Joyously, I strode wild and free down the well-trodden path ahead of me.
The leaves, like frisking lovers, played as I embarked my chosen way.
Future paths ~ So many dreams ~ Each a thread in life's grand scheme.
Though true discovery lay in paths, I'd roam ~
The one well travelled always led back Home.
By Maria Williams ©
Greeks worshipped Hecate as a guardian and gatekeeper who could ward off evil forces. She is often represented carrying a torch and a key and standing on the liminal border between one place and another. She bears three heads and always has a dog by her side.
Inspired by Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken', I chose to write an alternative version.
'The Road Not Taken' is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems. It's natural and understandable that many readers take the poem to be Frost's statement of individualism as a poet: he will take 'the road less travelled'.
The metaphor of the road is one that immediately evokes a journey, not just of the local or day-to-day kind, but of the life-defining sort: life as a journey, with many roads which we must travel along, and with many alternative paths which we must choose between.
POTD 23 March 2024
Finding Yourself
As you travel along on the path of your life
The lessons you learn in joy and in strife
Times you quietly ponder certain events
In what trials and tribulations represents
Questioning the person you truly are
The thoughts you can have, so bizarre
Certain things that you want to change
In your daily life you seek to rearrange
Seeking to find yourself, within your life
To become aware of all troubles and strife
And delve deeper within your subconscious
To make them part of your waken conscious
Seeking change deep within your soul
Deepest of emotions that take control
Emotions exposed to the world outside
Within negative thoughts that may reside
Seeking something that is deep within
Though unsure of where to begin
Deepest emotions that left a scar
Help find out who you truly are
Searching for your most inner self
Can be such a feat within itself
Seeking out to find who you truly are
You find within you a new repertoire
Just travelling on
And still travelling on
Wherever I go
Life meets me there
With sorrow and happiness
And I cannot know
Which is better than the other.
The journey is bleak and bright
There are tears and there is laughter,
But I cannot choose one over the other
Having an option could be disastrous.
I have learnt to read the stars
And travel along as they go
As they go on,
But I wonder if they are watching me.
I keep travelling,
From one settlement to another
I keep travelling
From one experience to another.
I never know if the life changes are temporary or permanent
But it may never really matter
Where the paths are crooked and straight
And straight and crooked again
Where the paths are elevated and depressed
And depressed and elevated again,
Studying the stars
Never know if they are studying me.
The place I am today determines
The place I may be tomorrow,
But tomorrow and today
Are as unreal as a
Broad continuous surface water
On a significantly arid land.
I keep travelling as we do
One settlement to another settlement,
Endless journey- endless time,
The solace is in the travelling.
As I travel along this earthly path,
I am always with an angelic wing;
of a loved soul taken Heavens footpath,
to my soul I think they will ever cling;
flying to help when they sense any wrath.
I believe there are celestial beings,
who can fathom my deepest dark feelings;
I accept that they are never leaving !
But, sometimes my soul weeps too much for them,
so they seek Lord for an intervention;
and he blesses me with a day carp diem,
I feel his sacred holy protection;
and will 'til I repose in requiem.
you may not believe in the mystical,
you may think that my words are whimsical;
but, to believe seek the spiritual !
_________________________
May 10, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Angelic Beings
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-708-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Divine Intervention
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 05/20/2026
Third Place
March 11 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Kings 1-4
Key Verse – 1Kings 1:3 Go and get thee in unto king David, and say unto him, Didst not thou, my lord, O king, swear unto thine handmaid, saying, Assuredly Solomon thy son shall reign after me, and he shall sit upon my throne? why then doth Adonijah reign?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REIGNING UPON MY LIFE
Thank You for reigning upon my life goal
Upholding me in my steward’s role
For me to serve You with all my heart and soul
While seeking Your delight beyond bounty in a bowl.
Thank You for reigning upon my life direction
Upbraiding me in my faulty selfish decision
For me to repent with sincere determination
While asking for Your pardon away from destruction.
Thank You for reigning upon my life desires
Uplifting to fulfill what Your Word requires
For me to strive until my diligence retires
While prioritizing Your kingdom through Your revival fires.
Thank You for reigning upon my life security
Upkeeping me to maintain wellness against infirmity
For me to depend on Your protective stability
While exalting Your name with the best of my ability.
Thank You for reigning upon my life changes
Upstaging me to cope with varied challenges
For me to stand upon Your statutes’ charges
While trusting Your guidance in my travel along faith-carriages.
Thank You for reigning upon my life successes
Uprooting me from sinfulness’ curses and losses
For me to triumph over weakness-crosses
While claiming for your victory assured by Your power-forces.
March 11, 2022
I'll begin my dot-to-dot journey at first light
when dawn paints the sky after darkness of night.
Dots like stars on the horizon will be pearlescent hues
all interlaced with shades of pastel lavenders and blues.
From that mark my tracing would take me aloft
to view the sea whose waves are curled and coifed.
A ribbon of specks then bounces from beach to beach,
where upon sandy shores the sea's fingers flow to reach.
To granite cliff tops my next dots would climb
where I'd walk in heathered meadows for a time.
Each step a new spot where my dotted tracings align.
The next ones will lead me to an evergreen forest of pine.
On soft pine needles, several dots will outline a bed,
and four more to make a soft pillow for my weary head.
I'll laze for a while, drawing more dots from flower to flower
until I travel along on the pixeled road for hour beyond hour.
My journey will be unscripted. The dots will have no plot.
They will ramble and scramble to wherever I choose to trot.
Inside a starting gate of horses, ready to race on a dirt track.
On and on I'll draw dots and never once bothering to look back.
More dots will I need as soon as the moon appears,
for not being able to reach her fills my heart with fears.
I'll stipple many pinpoints from moonbeam to moonbeam,
then follow with more of them from stars with a silvery gleam.
From morning's pale horizon, onto midnight's crest,
I'll make my way through the day then stop for a rest
to plan an alternate route to bring me back home again.
One that takes me winding through clouds and a gentle rain.
November 15, 2022
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues