Because this glass jar I call life,
overfills with the unforeseen,
the lid
almost bursting, G-d’s hand
never giving
in to the chaos, always
holding down
the lid.
Because of the glimmer
of sunlight
that filters through my eyelids,
this jar lid,
is
mine
and I vow
that I may savor
the moments of sweet
jam and brined
pickles
equally,
by G-d’s Good Graces.
Categories:
overfills, faith, religion, trust,
Form: Free verse
Her melody feel's like eternity
Her weakness empower's my fears
Though the world seems outstanding
But her tears overfills the ocean
Her breath fille the sky above us.
Her narration of the world seems unique
The unsatisfied quest for success seems dark
The beauty of her soul light's up her pain
Her sorrow of yesterday oversees her failure
Her flaw's empowers her progress.
Her value accumulates the pattern of my life
Her vision brings out our ambition
The tears of her heart melts my feeling's
Her knowledge gives life to my destiny
Nevertheless,she's my royal queen.
Categories:
overfills, death, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse
But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.
Matthew 19:26 KJV
One might look at this picture
And think this is impossible
One might look at a person
and think there is no hope
But within this person a soul is seeking
For something to spark a fire
Seeking a presence of love within
Somewhere, within all it's there
Sadly, the world makes it harder to find
When trying to learn from mankind
With mankind this is impossible
But through Christ spirit
This newfound love overfills
So then one must remember
It was Christ spirit that put off old self
Not to fall back into a world of no hope
It's not mankind that can raise the dead
Put on these new clothes of
Love , patience, humility, gentleness,
Forgiving, caring, unfound joy, peace,
And rest of vain labors in own path.
To see the impossible come to life
Firsthand, witness of the beauty of God's majestic power
When all else had failed one.
Then one will understand this picture
How could a tree grow here
To think how could God create within
One ,a new creation within
out of that old self : )
One might say where does this faith come from: )
Categories:
overfills, fate,
Form: Free verse
Food that overfills
is a source of ills.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
Categories:
overfills, food, people, sick,
Form: Couplet
Her profile’s not a perfect silhouette,
she bares no shapely leg or heaving breast;
the voice not of a nightingale coquette
enslaving countless men it has impressed.
She cannot hover like a bird in flight
nor even glide with poise across the floor;
she will not set a lusting world alight
where men are beating pathways to her door.
But she’s a lovely lady none the less,
the winning smile within her eyes one part;
a bubbly nature flowing to excess
shares love and joy that overfills her heart.
Felicitous affection thus belies
the notion--beauty's pleasing to the eyes.
Categories:
overfills, beauty, for her, happy,
Form: Sonnet
Why is it when I'm lost
My thoughts always seem to be found?
Somewhere amongst the middle of the never ending sky with my past
Left on land
And my future held within the interlacing clouds and hues of blue.
Serenity overfills my heart,
As despair flees
Because for once in my life,
I'm finally free
Where I'm everything
I ought to be.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who feared the monsters that fought inside her mind and overtook the beauty of her soul
For they soon turned into nightmares
She could fathom no longer.
But strength won the battle for her heart and now the little girl writes her story
With the tip of her pen that tattoos love and passion
On every inch of her body
For all to admire.
So I guess every story has its own happy ending
That spindles with the thread of time.
And as I get more and more lost within the perplexity of it all,
I begin to see my life unfolding
As my heavenly author
Writes my story.
Categories:
overfills, bible, christian, girl, god,
Form: Free verse
overwhelming clouds
sadness overfills dry eyes
drought has come undone.
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
overfills, natural disasters, nature, sad
Form: Haiku
Boy was my room a mess!
It'll be considered the best
for a rats' nest.
I look under the bed,
I find stains that were
blue, green, and red.
Personally, I'm scared to dread
to know what has stained under
my bed!
I look to the trash bucket,
it overfills with all sorts
of muck in it
where the plastic been has
been stuck to it.
I opened the dresser drawer,
an explosion of socks and
underwear hit the floor.
And past, old love letters
and belts and hats and more
have exploded out to the floor.
My vanity is trashed.
My chair is smashed
And each time I go for a sit,
I fall on my toosh and be crashed.
I've got dirty dishes everywhere,
with extra food for bugs to spare.
It makes a smell of quite despair
that makes us plug our noses in the air.
Sometimes though, instead cleaning
an hour a day
I find it all worth it
to spend four weeks to par-tay,
and only one weekend to clean the pit ;)
Categories:
overfills, funny
Form: Rhyme
I'm woman with fists;
a raspy voice heard,
steel eyes, cold and fierce
yet with soft skin,
so warm when held...
I'm a tougher woman you see.
People see me small-
a child inside-
weaker than a crispy leaf
of fall that dangles from
a tree...
But people not know, till
they make me defensive-
that I'm tougher than brick,
stronger than concrete-
I'm a tougher woman you see.
So don't haunt me, other ladies-
So don't leer me, other men-
I've got too much crap to take
when I've got work to be a lady.
There's trash that overfills the bucket,
and one dish too many in the sink.
I raise myself and its kind of hard-
I'm a tougher woman you see.
Categories:
overfills, life, people, socialwoman, me,
Form: I do not know?
The exquisite purity of these notes surely
comes from God
reverberating in ripples
colliding with mountains
reflecting back in waves of
magnified grandeur too immense
for my small mind
A single ebony grand piano
rests on the desert floor
playing to howling coyotes, stately sahuaro
baby bunnies and blinking stars
keep rhythm
The night overfills with the symphony of heaven
pianist’s head bowed in reverence as
nimble fingers find before-unknown keys in
preternaturally glowing moonlight
I sit at my keyboard playing piano
ability so long forgotten --
Pachelbel’s Canon in D
Categories:
overfills, happiness, inspirational, love, music,
Form: Free verse