Reached Poems

Reached The End AGAIN

Don't want to put a hex on things
But this winter is feeling more like spring
The grass in the park across the way
Is popping up thinking it's a warm spring day

No no lie down you silly grass
Winter's still here you're making me laugh
Everyone and everything is so confused
The weather gods must be quite amused

If only this winter was done and over
We could run and skip and roll in the clover
Now silly me, Canada's where I roam
It ain't spring yet, can't you hear me moan

It's just wishful thinking, more snow on the way
But it'd sure be great if it was here to stay
I'd run around naked picking pretty flowers
Maybe I should go put on some trousers!

Sorry my friends, I was lost in a dream
Wake up Jack, you're delusional it seems

Contentment

I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies resting on their beaks
And butterflies with awe-inspiring wings, extended and poised for flight
And rainbows that captured the very essence of past promises.
Exhilarated and exhausted, I wept
Not due to any emptiness or lack
But due to the incredible, unspeakable beauty of the lone rose
That remained anchored to my innermost parts.
I was spent but at peace

When Mark Reached Heaven

When Mark reached heaven
He expected to be interrogated.
He was used to this.
No one asked him anything.

He thought he would be judged.
This was his go-to-position.
No one judged him.

He thought death meant dead.
Not realizing he had a soul.
Mark had gotten it all wrong.

Destination Never Reached

Walking, walking, walking!
Impossibly long stretches of walk,
Miles and  miles of uncertain journey,
In blazing sun, in sweltering heat,
Tranquil villages with shady trees,
Home, the destination!

Thirsty, hungry, bleeding, exhausted!
With fatigued wives and starving barefoot children they trudge,
Little babies hanging like sandbags from their shoulders, they stumble, 
Tears dry on children’s cheeks!

Men and women…they walk, walk, walk until their feet can not move an inch further,
Leaving the cities, where they toiled in exchange for a few rupees…day after day, months after months,
Hunched under shanties, with empty rumbling  stomachs,
Cruelty is the only language they faced!

Trudge beside railroads, follow tracks,
No buses, no trains, no vehicles,
Only two weary feet to carry them to the destination,
Human bodies plodding with all their might!

It’s the darkest of moonless nights…
A few stars glinting in the somber sky to guide them to safety, or destiny!!!!
Universe seemed calm, and uncaring!
Come Rest, Come Sleep,
Come Death…blood-stained tracks,

Home eluded them for ever!

Your Hand Reached Down

??Isaiah? ?59:1?-?2? ?NIV??
[1] Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear. [2] But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden his face from you, so that he will not hear.

Oh, God that I would question your reach
For it was the foolishness of me 
That had kept me in bondage of darkness
My arm not reaching to learn your ways
Blinded by the world teachings
And traditions of man 
That loves praise of man than you God
For this is where Jesus came to save us from
Oh, God your hand reached down
Unto the depths of my soul
Circumcising the old man to the grave
When I threw up my hands to know you
How abundant is your love, mercy and grace.
For greater is the Spirit sent from Jesus death
Than is in the darkness of mankind ruled by the evil one.
Your hand reaches down to snatch One from death.
To resurrect  one unto a Living Child of God

No One Offend and Reached His End

his twilight was near
Henry is no longer here
we always did fear

no one did offend
to heaven we had to send
when he reached an end

merry with much mirth
he was merry with much mirth 
departed this earth

away soul scurried
when around he had hurried
body we buried

always was well fed
no longer here and is dead
he has gone to bed

what we must admit
no longer in bed does sit
his heart would quit

From Where Have the Words Reached Where

i 
discovered something
wonderful
a reality
wrapped neatly
in a 
tango
of 
words
and 
sentences

It's Raining

At first dark clouds
then a droplet fell.
Gathering strength,
small puddles
appeared
and began to swell.
It's raining! It's raining!
My neighbor joined
in my cries.
Is it the rain,
or tears in my eyes.
I reached out
my hand
as if to grasp
the heavenly spigot
to make it last.

Never Reached Eight

Wrapped in white burial shrouds and only seven 
This little girl is now making her way to heaven
The Myanmar junta forces battered her door 
Made their way inside all in the name of war 

Gun shots were fired and screams were heard 
Killing this child is simply downright absurd
What had this child done for them to shoot ?
Killed for certain by an evil callous brute 

Imagine the grief of her family left behind 
War doesn't solve anything it's time to remind 
Rest in peace little lady you died needlessly 
Doesn't make any sense that's according to me

Reached Out

By God’s route
I’m reached out
marked with love
from above…

Feeling blest
heart with zest
thanks His grace
of faith brace…

Bliss-filled soul
fulfills role 
shines as light
with peace might…

My mind prays
with truth rays 
for wisdom 
midst boredom…

Propped with hope
joyous scope
my spirit
trusts Christ’s writ…

Gladly freed
from vain greed
hands do share
wondrous care…

Revived now
I do vow
live* for Him
from self’s whim.

*Galatians 2:20 … The life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.

September 16, 2020
1st place, "Threes, Please" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans; judged on 9/19/2020.

Never Reached Home

They are walking! Walking, walking, walking! 

Long stretches of walk - hundreds of miles of impossible uncertainty,
in blazing sun, in sweltering, muggy, heat - running away from an Inferno. 
Home, sweet home! Villages with shady trees! 
Destination! 

Thirst, hunger, bleeding. 
They trudge, fatigued babies hanging on their shoulders like sandbags, 
starving infants clutching hands, tears dry on their cheeks. 
Men and women - walk, walk, walk!
Leave cities where cruelty is the only language,
Villages with shady trees - 
Home, sweet home, far away. 

Burning sun, sweating bodies, dry throat, growling tummies. 
Slog beside railroads - follow tracks,
no trains, no buses, no trucks, no vehicles,
only two weary feet to carry them to their destination,
plodding with all their might until the body can not move a step further.

Lie on the tracks - it’s hard, it’s cold, it’s comforting! 
Come rest, come sleep, come death - 
Blood-stained tracks- 
Destination never came.

Goal Reached-One Thousand

Goal Reached ~One Thousand Poems

Dropping by with a bottle of champagne.
Hoping you don't mind if I come in from the rain?

Wanted to thank my small, but grand group of followers.
I give each of you a bouquet of gorgeous, fragrant flowers.

I wanted to reach the goal of 1000 poems tonight.
And, I tell you doing that was both murder and delight

I realized, too, my poetry is never one-liners.
I won't apolize, here, just think a little longer is finer!

And also, three cheers to PS Administration 
They do a great job~without them,how could we
communicate in such poetic perfection?

Remember the day you first came here?
So, do have some bubbly and to all, three Grand Cheers!

With love and respect 
Panagiota "1,000"
Date of Poetic Birth: 1/25/2019


{Happy Hannukah, too! First night of Hannukah!}

I Could Never Have Reached the Moon

I could never have reached the moon,
Looking at the stardust of the past.

I seemed to have been bounced from wall to wall.
However,I lived all my life as each day was my last!

Some people wanted me, to a conformist be?
That idea so offensive, please I begged, pour hot oil on me!

I fought so many fights, just to stay alive.
And fought for the lives of all my soul sisters and soul brothers,
So they indeed would thrive!

Even today, I will fight because evil is everywhere.
And, I better stop quelling on my being insignificantly, popular.

And on my sore knees do I fall!
No moaning nor weeping about my past..
Thanking my God for His cornucopia of His all.

Just speaking out and doing my best!
Till my very warm last breath...
For to me, that is the only real test!

October 1st, 2019
Poem inspired by Line Gauthier

You Reached the Top

Diamonds, Pearl

                                      You reached the Top
                                      
                                       Diamonds, Pearl

God Reached Down To Me

In my wretchedness, so miserable
God compassionately reached down to me;
Offered me His precious love, valuable…  
He paid by His blood* of sacrifice-fee.

From heaven, He came to give me freedom
To unshackle me from sins’ bondage-chain;
Against eternal pangs of hell’s kingdom…
He ransomed my soul while guilt had me slain.

Thru His forgiveness-might, He sought me out
Ushering me from unbelief’s prison;
By His Word that conquers fear, woe and doubt…
He secures my spirit by His person.

Thus, I can approach Him with faith’s fervor
While living for His glory and honor.

*Romans 3:25 Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God.

August 11, 2018
Edited on May 2, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND no 740,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest 	Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/2/2020.

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