When I stop staring at you in wonder,
you can be sure I am done…
Till then
Even if there is constant change of scenery,
Or on a day of cruel mockery,
Through the thickest of cloudy days,
Past the flurry of turbulent bays,
Inspite of the very many rejections,
Amongst the disheartening aberrations,
I will plough through,
On and on.
Because
Every smile is kindness
A stinging tear, care…
Every hug a bonus
The eyes, a soul stare…
Every day is newness
For hope is never rare.
So,
When I stop staring at you in wonder,
you can be sure I am done…
God has a track record
of keeping His Holy word
when it comes to Him
you can be sure of what you've heard
He will deliver, He will provide
He will always be by our sides
God is consistent, He's persistent
most resistant and totally insistent
He will deliver, He will provide
He will always be by our sides
God has the credentials and potential
to safeguard our beings
He's all knowing, all showing,
and most of all all seeing
He will prevail on a massive scale
every single day
never leave us nor forsake us
He's only a prayer away
He will deliver, He will provide.
He will always be by our sides
God supplies and amplifies
us with His powerful might
He will secure and assure
we dwell in His spiritual light
God is great, never late
always on time
great protector, life style director
Holy and divine
He will deliver, He will provide
He will always be by our sides
He will prevail on a massive scale
each and everyday
never leave us
nor forsake us
just a prayer away
He will deliver
He will provide
God will always be
by our sides
How much time
is left to me,
that answer is not known.
We all do ask the question though,
when is my time to go?
An answer comes to us all
for that you can be sure,
cause life as planned
by grand design,
with death,
there is no cure!
I love you little Bluebird
Of that you can be sure
And of and all about you
I want to know much more
Referring not to physical
I love the who you are
Pardner, soul mate, perfect match
In those you're my rock star
I know this may sound simple
It's certainly not deep
But I send kisses every night
Before I go to sleep
I dream of us together
All things with you engage
Of quiet weekends writing songs
Then crushing them onstage
I also play that silly game
She loves me, loves me not
I just make sure the flower petals
Always number odd
I never understood when told
How love could be so grand
But then you sang into my life
Now I understand
I’ve just invented something that I think you will applaud
I cannot tell you what it does or even what it’s called
I made it out of bits and pieces found up in my loft
I stuck a switch on one end and some sponge to make it soft
It has no moving parts so there’s no need for messy grease
I’ve hammered in some screws and nails so there’s no missing piece
It doesn't buzz or rumble… if it did you wouldn’t feel it
And as its purpose is unclear nobody’s gonna steal it
I painted one half red because the other half is green
My grandma said that colour combo simply can’t be seen
I didn’t have a plug so I won’t ever plug it in
And so you can be sure that it won’t make an awful din
It won’t wake up at five a.m. and get you out of bed
And if you wear it like a hat it won’t mess with your head
It’s wood and plastic, bits of tin, assorted nuts and bolts
It’s also very safe because it uses zero volts
If I could ever switch it on would it spring into life
Would it be an aide for me or useful to my wife
And could it be the best invention nobody has seen
I’m so proud of my red and green, invisible machine
Let's take a ride atop a cloud
Just you and I, I'd be so proud
To float with you around the world
The troubadour with his dream girl
Stopping places interesting
Nothing planned, just do our thing
One request I have of you
Please hold my hand until we're through
And if you do you can be sure
I'll float with you forevermore
I'll never want to end the flight
Your hand in mine, all day, all night
My life spent locked within your touch
Tracing out "I love you much"
So will you come? Please let me know
I'll find a cloud if you say so
"Google a guy's history if you are interested in him. If he has not stayed in one place very long at any one time, you can be sure he won't stay with YOU."
quote by poet
Beware the rambling lad you meet one day
who comes into your town and turns your head.
He’s just a naughty boy who wants to play,
but never will he settle down to wed.
He’ll croon to you a lovely serenade
beneath your window, playing his guitar.
Too late you’ll learn it’s YOU that has been played
when on your heart there will be left a scar.
It’s wanderlust that he is all about
plus lusting after girls who just like you
fall prey to thinking that he is devout
because he pledges love, his love’s not true.
They say that those who ramble have no goal,
but this lad plays a lady-killer’s role.
I am not complaining.
Not that you would hear me
Even if I did.
But;
My father hates me.
I am not a story teller,
And I am no poet.
You can be sure of what I tell you.
Passionately,
My father hates me.
One winter night he burned my blanket
With the stub of his cigar.
He was not remorseful.
Because,
My father hates me.
One Christmas he gifted me a calendar of the previous year
Because he thought it had beautiful flowers.
To this day I appreciate it.
But it changes not that
My father hates me.
One day when I turned eighteen
He thought I was old enough
So he chased me from home.
What father?
My father hates me.
Regardless,
He says his love for me is beyond words.
I know he could take a bullet for me.
But,
My father hates me.
#StvnyPoetry
Do we need all we buy
Or buy what we need
Those in need cannot afford
To be greedy
When they have mouths to feed
Babies crying
Old folks dying
Of the lack of food
All decaying
Bills need paying
The fire needs some wood
Mum is sneezing
Grandpa is wheezing
Dad is not looking good
Got no wages
It's been ages
Since he had a job
He does odd jobs now
As much as time will allow
To earn a few bobs.
Woman passes
Wearing sunglasses
Fashioned by the best
Bulgari Flora
You can be sure
They're more expensive than the rest.
Louis Vuitton
Parisien suit on
Her stilettos are handmade
She has a taste for champagne,
Not cordial or lemonade.
Her hair and makeup faultless
If slightly overdone
She is greedy and thoughtless
And competes with everyone
It is all she lives for
She adores
Her life of luxury
She doesn't acknowledge the poor
Why, on earth, should she?
Love is a rose, so beautiful and bright,
A symbol of beauty that shines so right,
Its fragrance so sweet, it captures your heart,
And fills you up right from the very start.
But beauty can hide a much darker truth,
Inside the petals, there's more than youth,
The thorns that prick as you reach for the rose,
Are like a warning that nobody knows.
For inside of us lies a different story,
Full of sorrow, pain, and not much glory,
Our beauty shines out, but it's not the whole,
For the essence of love comes from the soul.
And when the petals fall, and death takes hold,
Our true colors are revealed, black as coal,
The love that once bloomed now withers and dies,
And all that's left is brokenhearted sighs.
So don't be fooled by the beauty outside,
For it's what's within that counts, not just pride,
For the essence of love is truly pure,
And lasts forever, of that you can be sure.
Jacob k.s
Somebody likes you
Any idea who?
Somebody adores you
Hint: he's the same person too
Where do you live?
Right inside his heart
He wants you to be in there
And never to depart
He's definitely enamored
You can see it in his face
He's got this crazy smile
It's frozen there in place
No, he definitely loves you
Of that you can be sure
He keeps these things inside him
But if you ask him, he wants more
Only you could ever know that
He tells you everything
He's following no format
To you his heart does bring
Beats of strong affection
To keep you warm at night
In your eyes sees his reflection
In dazzling blue light
All that glistens is not gold,
Of that, you can be sure
The wedding ring I'm wearing
Does it have a gold mark?
I don't know anymore.
Fake is the in word
We now ask, what is real?
Real looks wrong
Fake looks right
It has a look and feel
Of real
Sadly it isn't
Natural is hard to find
It isn't natural
Fake is not kind,
It is all pretence
That muddles up your mind.
Water tastes like water,
It is not champagne
Although fake champagne,
It can taste like water
In this phony name game.
Faux fur was: I think,
A fake that I understand
I disagree with animal slaughter
For the benefit of man
My skin belongs to me
It is genuine, real
I don't need another skin
From an animal kill.
Fake has a funny taste to me
I find comfort in authenticity
It makes my heart ache
And brings tears to my eyes
When I can't see the reality
That the fakeness hides.
I’m sure ratepayers everywhere
Are aware of the many dangers
Of the cronyism to be found
At their local Council chambers
They build useless monuments
That will never make a buck
For vanity projects of all kinds
To feed egos run amok
All paid for by the taxpayer
Whilst roads and water are forgot
Common sense does not apply
To spend the rates financial pot
Management consultants say
‘Busloads of tourists will come to see’
But they’ve just made the numbers up
And charged outrageous fees
Ratepayers object but are ignored
We are unsophisticated swine
The council knows much better
How to spend your rates and mine
Behind the scenes you can be sure
Handshake deals are being made
Strings are being pulled
And backhanders being paid
Touted as the next big thing
But a hopeless waste of dough
When it fails the ratepayers cry
…………… ‘I bloody told you so!’
LOVE'S REFRAIN
No matter what happens, He cares for you
The days may be as dark as nights
Yet our Savior cares and knows your pain
You can be sure it happens not in vain
You can be sure He still cares for you
Even though your life is down
His plans for you remain the same
He understands your guilt and shame
His love for you is always here
He longs to free you from life's woes
Although you may be weak and lame
His love for you is still the same
The pruning process hurts for sure
But we must let it do its job
One day it will be clear and plain
When time will answer love's refrain
Copyright, Kathryn Search
HOUSE OF CHARACTER
(Based on Matthew 7:21-27)
If your house is built on sand
It will never, never stand.
The sudden storm which comes someday
Will blow and wash it all away.
Yet if you know your Savior true
He’s spent much time in knowing you.
You can be sure your house will stand,
For it was not on sifting sand.
Be prepared for what will come,
For this will be the total sum.
If your life is built on Him
God will free you from all sin.
Your house of character is complete
Before this storm you finally meet.
If besetting sin does not remain,
You are prepared for wind and rain.
It’s now we must turn around,
And then make sure our house is sound.
The final storm will come someday.
We can’t afford to now delay.
God will give you strength to build,
With His life you will be filled.
So give your heart to God’s great plan,
And then your house will always stand.
Copyright Oct. 2014, Kathryn Search
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