Long Wait and see Poems
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Before I call: You know my needs,
Through rise and fall, Your Spirit feeds.
I sojourn here with feeble feel,
Grant me good cheer to live goodwill.
Here as I start to seek the light,
Inspire my heart to know what's right.
Give me true grace to wait and see,
Incline my face to love's beauty.
Show me the way to find the truth,
Teach me each day with loving proof.
Come with bold peace that helps me grow,
Thrill with deep ease as faith now shows.
Grant me clear sense beyond mere show,
Lift beyond tense that lasting flow.
Be with me now as hope sculpts gain,
Love funds endow in soul laid plain.
When day is done, let night bring rest,
Let wit and pun humour my quest.
Come to my aid when darkness hurls,
Poise feels afraid as gloom now swirls.
Heed then my call O Lord of Light,
In sweet and gall: Give me true sight.
Thank You my Lord and God most high,
You my soul lauds for love that sighs.
Leon Enriquez
20 November 2015
Singapore
As we walk down this lonely forest road, we see two new paths to take
And suddenly it is clear, the choice we have to make
Although we’ve walked this road a while, some of us depart
To go down a brand new road leaving the well worn road that has been printed into your heart
And yes, we’ll surely miss you, but you’ll have adventures, just wait and see
And as you take the new road, I hope that you’ll miss me
But just remember the times we wearied, and needed someone to lean on
And when the lonely path seemed too dismal and all hope seemed just gone
And when our hearts sang with joy, or simmered with hidden fury
Or when the longest dark night tread seemed to be in no hurry
Our friends were always there to support, in the good times and the bad
And when you tripped and fell, We were there to hold you up, and comfort when you were sad
So even though this brand new journey together ends in this fork in the road, right here
For the thought that you’re forgotten, you never have to fear
For the memories we’ve made along the way, just let them fill your mind
You’ll never be alone, true friends you’ll always find
I’ll miss you, but surely as the eagle flies
I’ll see you again on the lonely path that winds beneath the sky
-Skylar Remble
(This poem is in honor of Robert Frost's "A Road Not Taken" My poem is about a road that is taken)
Little Brother
Frogs and snails
Puppy dog tails
That was you to the core
Throw in a pinch of Karate Kid
Just a dash of Falkor
There you are,little brother mine
Your recipe when young
Then you just kept growing up
I kinda doubt you're done!
You tower over other men
And you're also pretty tall
Tower over, no, not in height
But in character,you beat all
Compassion became the ingredient
That makes up the bulk of you
Add a cup of charisma
A charmer through and through
Whisk briskly with sharp wit and humor
With laughter and sly smiles
Put in the oven of love and respect
And Bake a little while.
Glaze over liberally with talent
From God to you it flows
Decorate with fatherhood
So beautiful to behold
Before you were made in flesh
God took something sweet away
The sugar, spice…everything nice
He returned on your wedding day.
It may seem like you are finished
That God has made you what you'll be
But He isn't finished with you,
little brother, Wait and see!
Jesus here speaks of a fig tree
this tree was barren having no fruit
A man had planted it in his vineyard
but the problem was down at its root
Now the man wanted to cut it down
he wasn't willing to wait and see
just in case fruit would maybe come
but the vinedresser had hope for the tree
What was a year going to matter
if a year later it came to change
then leaving it proved very wise
if not you would look very strange
Jesus showed you don't know what's next
in your life that barren could come to life
God is looking for fruit to be born
for if not He'll need to use His knife
The purpose of sending His holy spirit
is to fill His elect with Jesus alone
removing their sin that Christ died to atone
then the spiritual fruit will blossom and grow
(The Parable of the Barren Fig Tree)
(And he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard, and he came seeking fruit on it and found none. And he said to the vinedresser, ‘Look, for three years now I have come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and I find none. Cut it down. Why should it use up the ground?’ And he answered him, ‘Sir, let it alone this year also until I dig around it and put on manure. Then if it should bear fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.’”)
Luke 13: 6-9 (ESV)
I LONG TO SEE
MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL GOOD TO ONE
ANOTHER
JUST YOU WANT AND SEE
LOVE AINT ALL THAT COMPLICATED
SHE'LL HAVE ME HUSBANDNATED
GRATISFACTION AND SATISFACTION
I GUARANTEE
I LONG TO SEE
MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL TALK AND
HONOR ONE ANOTHER
JUST YOU WANT AND SEE
CLEVER CONVERSATIONS
TALKING AND NEGOTIATING
I LONG TO SEE
MY LOVER
SOMEWHERE SHE WAITS FOR ME
ROMANTIC SUPPERS
AND SPECIAL EVENINGS
CANDLELIGHT AND KISSING
WE'LL SPEND TIME REMINISCING
JUST WAIT AND SEE
I LONG TO SEE MY LOVER
SOMEWHERE SHE WAITS FOR ME
open
spaces
made me brighten with possibility;
always I'd climb toward a further view;
the fence, the apple tree,
the garage and even a church belfry
or two
I'd read comic-books,
magazines and short-stories;
ripened fruit of a higher tree;
raising me up from these low
places where I still wait and see...
as if a writers voice is heard
from some great place beyond,
voicing a worldly view from up above
these places inside I never knew...
later, weary with looking someone other than,
janus-faced without but within,
I'd write poems reaching past
my little life of
constant yearning
burning with voyeuristic words
watching as stars
loving the breech of night
wishing they were too,
looking from a further place
that sees from a deeper, from a farther
immaterial view; where nothing means anything,
out of sight,
beyond this gravity we're always falling to...
Thoroughly thoroughly wash wash hands with soap and water
Getting out all the equipment..like a hospital operating room
Cleaning hands by using alcohol..could I get drunk from this
Get out clean lancet looks like a short very short arrow
Place new lancet in lancer..thank you for the invention
Open test strip..man this little thing cost so much
Place in the meter..modern technology
Use alcohol again on chosen finger..is MRSA lurking there
Lance finger Oh! Ouch!
Force blood drop if it doesn't come instantly
Let blood go up into strip
Wait and see if ate properly yesterday
Wonder is the sugar surplus destroying
Eyes, nerves, blood vessels, arteries, life
Form:
Arrival is Death
it don't exist
not as something else
just a crack in the mirror
running from itself
behold the world
y' are free to learn
be kind to the animals
expecting no return
arrival is death
expecting no return
better this way
I can think of worse
recognition dulls the mind
take just one time first
it's the money
if not that it's lust
they will keep you distracted
when less could be more than enough
subject to withholding, I'm one for unfolding
arrival is death
I'll leave this here
there's no wait and see
here below the stratosphere
where dizzy does as dizzy be
taut and distorted, is this what you wanted?
arrival is death, expecting no return,
I will leave this here, arrival is death
Lost Talent
by Bob Moore © 2017
I think my poetry is going to pot
don’t seem to get the “likes” I got
when first I started on this gig
guess my following is not that big
Ideas have gone, my mind it spare
there are no thoughts, just waiting there
which I can turn into a rhyme
to remind us of another time
So I think I will just mow the lawn
that’s where my best ideas are born
walking up and down each row
maybe words will start to flow
The lawn is mown, the wife is happy
but none of my thoughts were snappy
so I think I’ll have a cup of tea
maybe tomorrow, just wait and see.
From far and wide.
To see the
Big Island Rattlers
Verses
The Desert Snears
Alot of planning
Across sport negotiations
Stuff to say in conversation
Nothing's ever been like
This before.
From riding someone's coattails
To individual dominance
Secure the worm
and cast the rod
there really jumping tonight
Tune the band
Rent the hall
We call this one
a humdinger
Say, did you see the beautiful
Smiling face
She think she's pick that right one
You know that special one let's
Just wait and see
Bayshore special
And a Desert Delight
Time for talking
Is whining low
The hype men
Getting a taste for crow
Tell everybody
Like I know
It's getting down
Tonight!