Serves Poems - Poems about Serves

If Memory Serves me Well

Collated papers filed and the bills paid
as the kettle whistled invitingly.  
My son’s laughter drifting in through the window—
I have forgotten to close the billowing drapes. 
A sempiteral tableau. 

An ephemeral scene crowds in:
The loud curtains tucking at my memory;
my son’s voice trapped in distress.  
The kettle whimpered as it boiled dry— 
old

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SERVES AS OUR DELIVERER

March 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 1-2

Key Verse – Judges 1:2 And the LORD said, Judah shall go up: behold, I have delivered the land into his hand. 

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SERVES AS OUR DELIVERER	

Praise be to God for delivering us against:
Purposelessness toward power of prayerfulness
Persecutions along prevailing problems
Perversions

No longer Serves Me

No longer Serves me

Dear Self am I resisting changes?
consistently exploring in this web
of deja vu of what no longer serves
me. Stages in my life have been
heartaches and heartbreaks similar to 
a bow and arrow have more drawbacks
then ups now releasing and being carefree.

Hopes and wishful thinking seem like
cousins to disappointments broken
trust and disrespect that I

True Love Serves

true love remains

independent of surrounds~

serving silently


First position Brain strand competition

As Memory Serves

As Memory Serves

A mere bump in time...
as bottled cork pops,
engaged second hand...
conveyed decibels,
dons melting,
against that instant,
"It's a boy!", resonates.
Reflecting after those many years,
I smiled while he blows...
his 44th candled flame,
~~best is poured.

gifted memories
timelessly bottled uncorks
~~aged wine stirs in ice

2020 June 30

Headless Chicken Serves Two

HEADLESS CHICKEN SERVES TWO 

My son and his wife wanted fresh eggs so built a chicken run,
Always into something different that proved productive and fun,
They bought 4 rescue chickens, that each laid an egg a day,
One got brave, stuck head out of fence in an awkward way,
Next day they saw a headless hapless chicken in

If Memory Serves

(thank you dear poe for my childhood)

once upon a midnight dreary...
while i pondered weak and weary...
over many an ancient volume of forgotten lore...
suddenly there came a tapping...as of someone gently rapping...
someone gently laughing outside my chamber door...t's the wind i muttered...
laughing at my chamber door...only this and nothing more...scarey lordie lore


stan sand

Spring Season Serves As Natural Antidote

Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting, 
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding 

vim, vinegar  and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late

ting teetotaler, no longer ginger
who doth oft times ale
with melancholic funk,
whereat imbibing nectar
of

Stoic Silence Serves

Stoic Silence Serves

The silent stoic stands
mumbling ice crusted mantra
“my light must never fail”.

Riddled by the sting of stony hail
blanched white by salty spray
peering into the maelstrom’s eye

un-blinking in the excoriating gale
knowing its duty is to serve
those in need – at their worst.

A silent storm’s “eye” mocks
the stoics steadfast stance
unable to comprehend such light

retreats again to

Serves Him Right

triolet

The lighting, it was over-bright.
I threw the mirror at his chair
with his taunt, "You're out of sight."
The lighting, it was over-bright.
My eyes were shot; I was not tight;
I broke his jaw; I hit him square.
The lighting, it was over-bright.
I threw the mirror at his chair.

written June 25, 2016,
 
out of sight is a slang expression

Such a Dark, Tragic Act Serves No End

Such A Dark, Tragic Act Serves No End


When did you stop, to pause, only to let go
Where was that fateful place you gave up
Was it a heart crushed and bleeding deeply so
Or lost and thirsty,finding only life's empty cup?

What darkness, crept up to enter your bright mind
How could you not seek out those you dearly

The Man Who Serves Me Coffee

Monotonous repetition
“I want, I want”
The faces begin to blur
Features eventually disappear
Their voices, now a constant buzz
Outweighing his thoughts
The only other sound he hears is the ever slowing ticks of time,
Inescapable.  
His life has become
A faded numbness,
A passionless spiral of motions
Tick, tick.

What lies beneath his sullen shell? 
Tattered camo memories
or the loss of a love

Whom Serves...Whom Taketh Away

Imagination's ingenuity
ushered forth from minds acuity
creations utility which flows fluidly
unhampered by ungracious cruelty

A worm of earth produces role
lower organism such as mole
without the tree provideth air
do we as human dare to care

Nature provides for all on earth
our mutual response to each in worth
despondant are those whom dominate
believing nature to serve which they create

The highest organism

It Serves You Right

I came home,
And you were gone.
You left a letter,
Said you were movin on.

Said you didn't,
Have time to explain.
You were headin to boston,
To catch the next train.

Now you'r back,
Knockin on my door.
Lookin for the love,
That don't love you anymore.

It serves you right,
To be as lonely as you are.
It serves you right,
You torn my world apart.
So go

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