If the LORD is my Lamb
I'll shepherd Him back
To a world that has lost Him from their sight
as we've often sunbathed and sailed without giving Him a thought
He streams Mercy into our souls
taking away the sins of the world
for He's the Lamb of God
I walk with Him through the valley of the shadow of death
journeying with His Way of the Cross, same difference
His Cross comforts me because He takes our place to redeem us
He instituted the Last Supper table for all generations
hidden in a world that finds His "Real Presence" hard to accept
another healing Presence is felt through anointing our heads with oil
even little St. Therese knew any sized cup will overflow abundantly, like a soul
God is so good and merciful and His Divine rays chase me
I witness to His Light, penetrating my heart on my darkest days
even though I was never accepted into convent residency
I seek a lifelong good standing with the Church, united to Him beyond the end
[Modern Version Psalms 23 Poetry Contest by Miranda Hawley]
Much-maligned during his Presidency
George W. Bush still denied residency
in the Republican Party today
‘Midst the mess in the Middle East
The GOP yet withholds its charity
~ from a leader of true moral clarity
I cannot deny my “yellowness”
Its golden edge slicing the sunshine
Causing the sunflowers to sulk
Although they claim residency
While I just blew into town
Nearby Jonquils aren’t impressed
Yet lean to take a look
I revel in my “yellowness”
Rest gently against the breeze
Beckoning the honey bees
They will tickle me tenderly
Gathering my essence
Promising my “yellowness” is safe
Just catching a fresh wind to another town
Suicided Kids*
Mothers of suicided kids
grieve with a guilt
that arrives
immediately…
taking up permanent residency.
Unbidden and uninvited
settling in the voided heart space
of a dear son dear daughter
remorse... to never leave ever.
A hollow voice stuck on repeat-repeat
asking the same questions:
what did I miss...
what didn’t I understand?
what could I have done?
One doesn’t get a second chance
with a suicided kid.
One can never do better.
There’s never a next time
to try harder.
*term from Sinead O’Connor
Hairy spiders do not grill
steaks on consecutive Tuesdays
due to alternate-side-residency-
restrictions in bushes on parkways
Nevertheless, if seeking opportunities
to slake cracked-throat-thirst
Welcome to the Wetlands
where founts of poetry burst
Good and bad? yes you can be, but only for just a season,
listen close to my words, I will give you the very reason.
One bad apple spoils the whole bushel you see,
trying to live both sides will eventually drive you and me.
A house divided against it's self can not stand,
good and evil we should never mix, I hope you truly understand.
For the truth of the whole matter is this I say,
we are either life or death a blessing or cursing on our way
A double minded person is unstable in every move he makes, it's true,
so don't let good and evil at the same time, take up residency in you!
written by jessyjames of jessyjamespoems
We’re off to New Haven - hurry, hurry -
we’re jammin, crammin, slappin`
and slammin` everything into our bags.
“Fifteen minutes to take-off,”
Michael announced, “the chopper’s waiting.”
with hugs all around we separated.
Our roommates too, are all catching flights
vectoring in from various sites -
our motley group will reassemble tonight.
Pew rated Yale one of the hardest universities
to get into in '23 - so is it really a certainty
that our cardkeys will let us into our residency?
Fall grades came out yesterday - Lisa and I are all grins
- we’ll have thirteen days to visit and settle in
and reorganize things before Spring semester begins.
I hope that your vacations were as fun as ours
but the New Year’s begun and in a matter of hours
we’ll resume the school grind, our holidays devoured.
.
.
NOTE: Michael was just hurrying us along, it takes ~30 minutes, in Manhattan, to go from Central Park South to the TSS Heliport - but it’s not like they’ll leave without us.
Backhanded Apology
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2022
Sorry if I upset you,
I really didn’t mean it
Actually, I meant it
Until I saw it upset you,
Now I’m sorry you are
Upset by my words
But I got them said,
Which I intended to do.
L. Milton always impressed me with his sly humor amidst mostly very deep, spiritual thoughts. “Backhanded Apology” is one of his well-read pieces at 742 views. This apology is perfect for a very public person who is subject to personal remarks which could be double entendre at the outset. Milt was a fine person, likewise an excellent poet whose comments on my work were always positive and supportive. A Kentucky bluegrass native myself, I applaud his choice of retirement residency in Ashland; it is close to his roots in WV. We will all miss him at Poetry Soup.
January 3, 2023
It's too bad he left this earth in 1971.
I believe knowing him would have been a lot of fun.
He was born in Rye, New York, but moved frequently.
Baltimore was where he had his longest residency.
He was a panelist on the game show "Masquerade Party"
Ogden proved to write with great ability.
His collections of poems are absolutely fabulous.
So many of them are entertaining and humorous.
They have been saved and preserved for all of us.
This was a poet who really liked to rhyme.
That's what I like to do most of the time.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Standing in the dark of night
listen to my breath
as it hisses into the black
Orphaned raindrops
announce residency on my face
Thinking of all the repeats which haunt life
Breath and blinks in unison
The blood pumps constant grind
sun and moon propaganda
of time
wind traces its fingertips over lips
Final death never to be repeated
Hardworking, Hard Headed
Enthusiastic, Loving, Caring, Ambitious
The Daughter Of David
In Love With Little Mix, Netflix, And Youtube
Who Feels Guilt, Pain, And Sorrow
Who Fears Spiders, Snakes, And What Is In The Darkness
Who Would Like To See Little Mix, David Dobrik, And Kian and Jc
Residency In Hemet, California
Mothering
A small piece that builds up a past
Past residency that creates anger and vexation
True example of free independence and love
Belonging to genuine DNA to distant relatives
Caring for a companion, words, and faith
Desperate for a better tomorrow because the fear of no more days
No heir to take up empty places
Just wanting to see a self portrait of an ideal person
Stuck in a world of full of spring poppies
Warm weather is what kept a whole hearted me
There is no book with an adequate definition.
Only Love can touch another Love,reveals interpretation.
No song can exemplify it's harmonic tones,
As Love rules the body,exposing bared bones.
Only needing nurturing as flowers need the rain,
This special Love from light above,relieving any pain.
Attaining residency at birth in every child,
Dwelling in the heart of Man can easily defiled.
From it's inception,must always be aware,
Protective guidance in need of constant care.
Unruly nature will test it's strength and core,
Passing through the gauntlet with trials at every door.
Back to it's beginning,where once it had it's start,
Homecoming for this Spark,which resides in the heart....
I went to school,
Learned the stuff;
Did my residency,
Suffered enough.
Got my license,
Put up my shingle.
Can I pay my loans?
Will the register jingle?
Six patients an hour,
Ten minutes each;
Assembly-line medicine:
No time to teach patients
What to do,
So they can benefit
From what I learned in school.
Gotta move on
Into the next room;
Another case of sniffles!
For this was I groomed?
I'm not saving the world,
Just saving myself;
The wolf's at the door,
My dream's on the shelf.
So it's back to business,
Better not tarry;
Gotta make a living:
I plan to get married
Before I am buried
H-A-N-D!
Ciao!
Jesus
He gave His life for a worthless society
And for those who would follow Him , He offered eternity
God almighty willingly left His Heavenly throne
And walked among earthy sinners
Offering them residency in His Divine Home
Angels must have cried tears of blood
To witness what we did to God the Father and God the Son
The Creator of creation , the most High
And what shame they must have felt
When He was crucified
They must have wondered why
Their Lord above all Lords was willing to die
For a fithy race wallowing in iniquity
But thank God He did so for the likes of you and me
We must never assume we can repay Him
For what he has done to save our souls
No wealth is able to cover the sacrifice Jesus gave
So we might fellowship and be guided by the Holy Ghost
by Joan May Donnelly Ellis August 5 2016
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