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Unfinished Tasks

He is retired;
His duties with care he carried!
He appears wired
Remembering unfinished tasks – 
Two daughters at home unmarried … 
As his benefits are tarried,
He’s found expired!

Erlena

Maybe a year
maybe two
The time I spent
loving you

For some are given
a child or two
Some even more
than just a few

I cherish the time
I spent with you
You just a baby
the beggining of your youth

Old enough to speak
small enough to carry
A comtort when you'd weep
entertainment when you tarried

You were one of Gods 
gifts to me
That perfect age
where love should be

Only now to feel
that certian degree
Where how and who
God would bless me

A beautiful woman
You turned out to be
A picture fills the
distance between you and me

But life has been generous
After many years I see
I'm thankful for the path
Made for you and me

Maybe I missed the 
troubled years
The times that were feared
when danger was near

I missed your graduation
so glad I missed your dating
But that's just one of those things
Fathers are meant for hating

I'm sending you a gift of love
from my heart; my up above
I hope you see the love from me
As tall as a mountain, as deep as the sea

(April 14 2025)

a tale of trees

a tale of trees

trees in the
forest of life
are populated
with leaves
Of secret lovers
and others
who have
tarried beneath
their shade
and their branches
have held hopes
Swinging high
and low
and their
trunks 
have known
hugs 
of screaming
joy 
and weeping
sadness 
whether clothed
in rainbow leaves
or naked
as guest skeletons
many have withstood
the aging
of vicissitudes
and clemencies
of weathering times
while other aged ones
uprooted
and parallel
to mother earth
likewise share
with her
barked secrets
only known
to them 
and yahweh:-

Jillybean

Y’all know her as Jill
I know her as Jillybean
Y’all familiar with the hill
But I know a different scene
She actually hales from Swan Hill
That’s close to Nantucket
I know her to have carried a will
Not the familiar bucket
So on the story goes 
But no tumbling or tumbling after
Just some good times
A lot memories and laughter
Can’t say for sure
I heard Jillybean got married
Well it wasn’t to me
Because I was harried and tarried

Perfect in Defect

To fly strong with broken wings,
To wax eloquent with but a pinch of words,
To race into hearts and history with one leg less—
These make the truest tales of perfection,
The highest perfection under Heaven:
To strip defect of effect.

Be not tarried by the sight, sound, or feel of a flaw:
No! Truest perfection never lay in the absence of 
defects
But in their impotence when we will them down 
from hurdle to puddle
As we hop and drop till goal we reach.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CONSTANTLY REMINDS US THAT WE KEEP HIS CHARGE

February 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 9-10

Key Verse – Numbers 9:19 And when the cloud tarried long upon the tabernacle many days, then the children of Israel kept the charge of the LORD, and journeyed not.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CONSTANTLY 
REMINDS US THAT WE KEEP HIS CHARGE	

Praise be to God for constantly reminding 
us that we keep His charge in: 
Confessing constantly our sins
Claiming His compassion according to the Scriptures
Cleaving to His care with sincerity
Clinging to His Christian standards 
Committing to His cause by His security 

Numbers 10:13 Praise be to the Lord Who 
wants us to take our journey with Him: 
Awakened by His command
Admonished by His challenge
Alarmed by His correction 
Affirmed by His creative carving 
Assured by His cleansing

Numbers 10:35 Praise be to the Saviour
for rising up for our:
Defense of help’s request
Dedication by His honourable reinforcement 
Determination with His hope’s restoration
Direction toward His high calling’s recognition 
Destination to His heaven’s eternal rest.  Amen!

February 15, 2024

Lost, In The Velvet Of Your Heart

Quote: Lost in the velvet of your heart I am 
none else but, your Valentine ! 

Finding my way back to the days when you and I were  young
I flip back the pages of our youth and smile  
Two wide eyes juveniles meeting at the altar of love
ready to meet each other soul to soul ...
Enraptured in this moment of sweet remembrance 
I recall the young man I once married.   
Always by my side he never tarried 
and when it came to loving me, 
he was always right on time..

stars of clarity

what is clear when the fog clears,
   the fog that makes you tipsy,
      the dizzy feeling of falling…

there are stars of the past,
   the fallen angels -
      we don’t call them angels.

no longer the cherubs.
   stars of clarity -
      amazing.

ebon sky fills the mind.
   wisdom of the ages,
      I find.

those sparkling creations -
   clarifying, cleansing 
      diamonds glitch.

the ring,
   no longer petrified,
      but razzle dazzling.

of what I speak of:
   the time you held my hand
      and we tarried

under the tent
   of darkness and light,
      targeted

our future -
   it was the brightest white.
      a bazillion stars

filled the horizon
   aliens landed…
      I imagined.

stars of clarity outreach -
   they preach a sermon.
      it is deep.

On the Crest of a Wave

On an early morning walk along the shore
I pondered thoughts about the ocean floor
What treasures are buried beneath its sands
Amid corals, anemones, orange sea fans
I wanted a key to unlock the seabed's door 

On the crest of a wave, what had been carried
bobbled and lobbed, back and forth parried
from shore and blown across windswept seas
Miles traveled by storms or a tropical breeze
on ocean currents, their journey never tarried

In a shallow tidal pool, a conch was stranded
A gift from Poseidon's hand, I'd been handed
I held the shell to my ear and then listened
awed by the sound while the sun glistened
Waves crested until on the beach they landed

With perfect rhythmic cadence they swelled
on a high tide until its last ripples were felled
Another always followed, close upon its wake
constantly flowing as if it had a thirst to slake
quenched by rushing ashore as if compelled

Buoyantly, bottles drift on the crest of a wave
Directed by the whims of tides, as if a slave
No ebbing waters have ever ferried one to me
I ponder how many notes drowned in the sea,
bottles speared by Neptune. Forsooth, a knave!

Loss of Faith

I tarried for a moment...
I was tender to the sun.
Not sure I would be welcome...
I lay burdened by the one.

My loss of Faith was tragic...
Life's filter gone awry.
It seems of some importance
As I face towards the sky.

Who am I to grovel
For a life that's gone askew?
But one who stands exulted
And in Faith begins anew.

I fear not the nonexistence
Some associate with death.
The Grace of God awaits me
As I take my final breath.

           The End

Mother's Hands

She would lift them to the Father
And peace like showers rained.
She would serve a cup of water
And lovingkindness sang refrains.

Her hands would summon Heaven
And our Lord would heed her pleas.
Her heart was free of leaven
As she tarried on her knees.

How many lives and hearts
Were saved by Mother’s hands?
We see fragments, little parts;
The whole God understands.

Though small and weathered be;
Her hands were great and mighty!
Not for what they held you see,
But the petitions raised for thee!

Hands that fed us and corrected
They taught us to “believe!”
Oh the crowns, when resurrected
That her hands there did receive.

God knew and knows her hands.
He held and holds them tight
While He gestures to His lambs,
Come join us in the Light.

Marigold

Such wonder in fields of marigold
Flaxen dame beauteous to behold
Gently partake of nectar flutterby
Upon fairwinds on balmy sigh

Midas must’ve tarried near
To tint floral atmosphere
Supple petals utmost grand
Abundant allure, blessed land

Meadows sway to natures refrain
Lush tis emerald terrain
Sodden by summer storm
Refreshed tis bonnie form

Just Harrys Way

Aldham man Harry
In poetry tarried, stilting or lilting
Did thrust, and parry,  worthy Harry 
Western Aus, he claimed was good
Yet sadness tore three years away
Under the fierce sun, a darkness stood
Palling people faces of fear huddle.
And reasoning why how what here?
He'd faced it all, he'd caught some pain.'
Yet he'd get around it and begin again
He's forged some friendships, tightened
Some bonds, shared his thoughts and
Wisdom, as we were going along
Quite a charactér outstanding mate.'
Good memories and laughter he did
Did permeate; display, by God he was
Gifted,  yet he was low key..Just Harry's
Way.' Thats how he came across to me..

What Ease

You want easy ways to make money
Are you trying to or trying not to be funny?
For there's no significance without labour and pain
All of which even though tarried in, is not in vain
You may see the ease and effortlessness of heirs
For the labour of their fathers is duly theirs
Wish not to be such a son but to be as his father
That your generations may have life in good lather

We are living in perilous days
Marketing to you all the easy ways
That you may loathe endurance and sacrifice
And soften your heart to the convenience of a vice
Such temptations are common to men
They are now as they were then
Let God work in you all good to completeness
That plenty may not find in you any weakness

K. Muitherero.

Warbs On the Wharves

Just a slip of a lad as a probationary constable
I walked the beat in Port Adelaide as my fable
So up and down St Vincent Street
Then onto Commercial Road made it complete

At closing time we converged on the Golden Port Tavern
To supervise the patrons leaving there was the concern
And the Port had its characters who tarried about
With VO Invalid port as their usual shout

There was Wilfy Taylor the old boxer in his youth
Who I saw down a half bottle of  port proof
And cowboy who we found lying in the sun 
With his face half sunburnt and was done

These old men were from the older times
When these men had ties to the Port that would bind
As part of the fabric of the area then
The local people tolerated these warbs in the end.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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