Submissions by Heaven_sent_Kathy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2020 3:49am
14th Feb 2020 3:49am
Bright Faith
The calendar upon the wall
I hardly ever check to see
Today is gone now comes the fall.
What will the sunrise bring to me?
My faith in God is what I have
To challenge troubles, so I seek
Your guiding insight, steady hand,
I’m filled with joy to hear you speak.
You know the times I’m full of me,
The moments I feel no one cares.
This lamb who wanders thinks it’s free,
It’s you becomes her light and air.
But even when I’m not aware
Short comings when it’s dreary grey,
I go to you without a prayer—
God...
I hardly ever check to see
Today is gone now comes the fall.
What will the sunrise bring to me?
My faith in God is what I have
To challenge troubles, so I seek
Your guiding insight, steady hand,
I’m filled with joy to hear you speak.
You know the times I’m full of me,
The moments I feel no one cares.
This lamb who wanders thinks it’s free,
It’s you becomes her light and air.
But even when I’m not aware
Short comings when it’s dreary grey,
I go to you without a prayer—
God...
#hope
#sun
#God
#faith
#spiritual
697 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2020 8:16pm
12th Feb 2020 8:16pm
Lost God
( after Stevie Smith )
I find my desire to go
Is lesser since I have lost God
Which happened a fortnight ago,
The air raids did not spare the rod.
My will is no longer as strong
Unless he still loves me perhaps,
To ponder about what is wrong
I keep how I feel under wraps.
I learned not to bother or pray
These times make a worry look small,
I am not as proud what to say
And so I say nothing at all.
He knows I cared of what I had
Expecting how I used to try,
I am now sterner...
I find my desire to go
Is lesser since I have lost God
Which happened a fortnight ago,
The air raids did not spare the rod.
My will is no longer as strong
Unless he still loves me perhaps,
To ponder about what is wrong
I keep how I feel under wraps.
I learned not to bother or pray
These times make a worry look small,
I am not as proud what to say
And so I say nothing at all.
He knows I cared of what I had
Expecting how I used to try,
I am now sterner...
#war
#God
#spiritual
644 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Feb 2020 3:01am
1st Feb 2020 3:01am
A Time No Weather Came
( after Langston Hughes )
It was a time no weather came,
The truant children all ran out.
The hydrant blasts like summer rain
As joyful bodies leapt about.
From windowed tenements’ hot air,
It was a time no weather came.
Grandmother’s rocking in a chair,
A ceiling fan slow-turns in pain.
So wasn’t breeze or wind to tame
And not a bird flew in the sky.
It was a time no weather came,
For days my tan skin never dried.
A busy cricket through the night
Is chirping to his lady...
It was a time no weather came,
The truant children all ran out.
The hydrant blasts like summer rain
As joyful bodies leapt about.
From windowed tenements’ hot air,
It was a time no weather came.
Grandmother’s rocking in a chair,
A ceiling fan slow-turns in pain.
So wasn’t breeze or wind to tame
And not a bird flew in the sky.
It was a time no weather came,
For days my tan skin never dried.
A busy cricket through the night
Is chirping to his lady...
#city
#summer
#humankind #LangstonHughes
#humankind #LangstonHughes
675 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2020 8:00am
25th Jan 2020 8:00am
Nothing But Good
( after Louise Glück )
My parents at opposites,
and I in the middle.
Of the death nothing but good.
The plan as it’s shown
on the chart,
I can’t have it said of me,
unless it’s every bit
the painful truth,
on the edge of the maw,
a flower-eater.
I met halfway
as it was foolish sense.
And, looking in,
campaigned for mercy
and mother.
I grew into this old life filled
with blind dates, stretch lines.
The Lord is my Shepherd.
Of the death nothing but good.
My parents at opposites,
and I in the middle.
Of the death nothing but good.
The plan as it’s shown
on the chart,
I can’t have it said of me,
unless it’s every bit
the painful truth,
on the edge of the maw,
a flower-eater.
I met halfway
as it was foolish sense.
And, looking in,
campaigned for mercy
and mother.
I grew into this old life filled
with blind dates, stretch lines.
The Lord is my Shepherd.
Of the death nothing but good.
#parent
#death
#graveyard
#daughter
#LouiseGluck
641 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2020 9:14am
3rd Jan 2020 9:14am
Red Rose Blues
( after Langston Hughes )
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
I’m by myself without a friend in sight.
A woman of the streets committed sin,
With no man of her own chose suicide.
And yet I’m God I’m helpless what to do,
The rain is falling down upon the grave.
Beneath the stone she’s buried in the cold,
While I on high between can only watch.
The flowers that I grow within the yard,
Only to kill herself when Winter came.
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
As couples passing by will never...
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
I’m by myself without a friend in sight.
A woman of the streets committed sin,
With no man of her own chose suicide.
And yet I’m God I’m helpless what to do,
The rain is falling down upon the grave.
Beneath the stone she’s buried in the cold,
While I on high between can only watch.
The flowers that I grow within the yard,
Only to kill herself when Winter came.
The rain is falling down upon the grave,
As couples passing by will never...
#suicide
#rain
#God
#graveyard
#LangstonHughes
804 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2020 8:57am
3rd Jan 2020 8:57am
Silence
( after Louise Glück )
At no time, while the spirit
moves through you, are you dead.
You cannot be fooled,
You are not proud of this fact.
And all things being equal,
no matter the wasteland
or inclement weather,
is all there is, nothing you can do.
Still, I can’t bleed for new chicks
that have no history, this latest
generation that thinks
I can’t spell, or buy a chair.
Mine look at me as if I’m a typo
from a dead language
that lies in a silted harbor
where Trojan warships once...
At no time, while the spirit
moves through you, are you dead.
You cannot be fooled,
You are not proud of this fact.
And all things being equal,
no matter the wasteland
or inclement weather,
is all there is, nothing you can do.
Still, I can’t bleed for new chicks
that have no history, this latest
generation that thinks
I can’t spell, or buy a chair.
Mine look at me as if I’m a typo
from a dead language
that lies in a silted harbor
where Trojan warships once...
#teens
#aging
#escape #LouiseGluck
#escape #LouiseGluck
861 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2019 1:00am
3rd Dec 2019 1:00am
Poetry by Touch
It’s gradually giving me the news in stages,
In phases that gently come and go at first sight.
As if this way it hopes like others going blind,
I’ll recognize respect it’s showing me in time.
When it comes to my having senses up till now,
I’ve had advantages for all these many years.
I should feel lucky and of course sometimes I do;
The irony: going deaf sounds better to me.
I mean no pun intended in what I’ve just said,
For all of us, here and gone, it’s a luxury.
It’s not by birthright giving me a choice to make,
By faith,...
In phases that gently come and go at first sight.
As if this way it hopes like others going blind,
I’ll recognize respect it’s showing me in time.
When it comes to my having senses up till now,
I’ve had advantages for all these many years.
I should feel lucky and of course sometimes I do;
The irony: going deaf sounds better to me.
I mean no pun intended in what I’ve just said,
For all of us, here and gone, it’s a luxury.
It’s not by birthright giving me a choice to make,
By faith,...
#God
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
866 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2019 8:38am
20th Nov 2019 8:38am
Persimmons
How long had it been?
No matter, as she grew,
she dreamt of children.
Even as an only child
born of an only child;
where she was in life,
she wanted girls.
Not just one - to raise as
an only child and still be
alone in one’s mortality.
It was a time of war
when first conceived.
The streets were grey
and rubble-filled
in stillborn drifts of snow.
She had conceived
during a time of war;
she knew she’d have a girl,
when prayers would echo
from ruins of rooftops, ...
No matter, as she grew,
she dreamt of children.
Even as an only child
born of an only child;
where she was in life,
she wanted girls.
Not just one - to raise as
an only child and still be
alone in one’s mortality.
It was a time of war
when first conceived.
The streets were grey
and rubble-filled
in stillborn drifts of snow.
She had conceived
during a time of war;
she knew she’d have a girl,
when prayers would echo
from ruins of rooftops, ...
#birth
#motherhood
#war
#God
#daughter
1213 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2019 1:51pm
16th Nov 2019 1:51pm
Why War?
I wish it was a simple thing
To explain why people go to war.
But anything that can reduce
Society and lives to rubble
Is from an unbridled darkness
Of our prehistoric DNA.
Like the wolf in domestic dogs,
We too have the capability
To turn and bite the hand that feeds.
Beginning from the first smell of blood,
Marking territory with scent,
Before a God existed, my child.
To explain why people go to war.
But anything that can reduce
Society and lives to rubble
Is from an unbridled darkness
Of our prehistoric DNA.
Like the wolf in domestic dogs,
We too have the capability
To turn and bite the hand that feeds.
Beginning from the first smell of blood,
Marking territory with scent,
Before a God existed, my child.
#children
#war
#God
#humankind
#historical
720 reads
13 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2019 6:50pm
14th Nov 2019 6:50pm
Ask In Prayer His Will
When treated unfairly by the self-centered,
remember that His ways are much better
than fair, which are in a heart like His Spirit.
When He lifts thee up, trust His mighty hand,
He will take care the things that disturb thee
at the right time in thy life that will be.
As thee sits quietly in His Presence,
thy awareness of His Life within thee
is heightened, and fulfills all that is seen.
Sit quietly with Him, letting all thy
frets & fears bubble up, a mind set free
as the...
remember that His ways are much better
than fair, which are in a heart like His Spirit.
When He lifts thee up, trust His mighty hand,
He will take care the things that disturb thee
at the right time in thy life that will be.
As thee sits quietly in His Presence,
thy awareness of His Life within thee
is heightened, and fulfills all that is seen.
Sit quietly with Him, letting all thy
frets & fears bubble up, a mind set free
as the...
#God
#faith
#spiritual
710 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2019 5:34pm
5th Nov 2019 5:34pm
Solstice
The arc of a solstice moon
is at its zenith overhead,
I race across dark emerald,
zoysia shimmering with zinc.
I leap from the ziggurat
To the spiraling tower steps,
And lunge upward, two by two
Winded, clutching blood zinnias.
Offerings of zwieback and
zucchini in my zibeline
A poor and devout zealot
Is all I am and what I bring,
When I reach the top at last
as a zeppelin cloud casts over
When the moment is at hand.
is at its zenith overhead,
I race across dark emerald,
zoysia shimmering with zinc.
I leap from the ziggurat
To the spiraling tower steps,
And lunge upward, two by two
Winded, clutching blood zinnias.
Offerings of zwieback and
zucchini in my zibeline
A poor and devout zealot
Is all I am and what I bring,
When I reach the top at last
as a zeppelin cloud casts over
When the moment is at hand.
#sun
#moon
#summer
#night
#astronomy
750 reads
12 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
31st Oct 2019 2:03am
31st Oct 2019 2:03am
Seed
Will you fly when the time has come,
Do you hear in the canyon, drums?
Deep and throbbing the heart of Earth,
Gives you life as you rise from birth.
Feel the pain where you’re coming from.
Will you fly when the time has come?
Be the seed as it seeks the light,
You will know when the time is right.
Of the blue world that’s drying fast,
Find the storm where the rainbows last.
Will you fly when the time has come,
On the wind, what will you become?
All you hope is to hear the sound
Of a love pulsing...
Do you hear in the canyon, drums?
Deep and throbbing the heart of Earth,
Gives you life as you rise from birth.
Feel the pain where you’re coming from.
Will you fly when the time has come?
Be the seed as it seeks the light,
You will know when the time is right.
Of the blue world that’s drying fast,
Find the storm where the rainbows last.
Will you fly when the time has come,
On the wind, what will you become?
All you hope is to hear the sound
Of a love pulsing...
#love
#birth
#earth
#lyrics
#environment
711 reads
6 Comments
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