Submissions by Heaven_sent_Kathy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2019 7:43am
1st Aug 2019 7:43am
Beautiful
My heart is pure and beautiful to You,
Not in the sense society ordains.
For when I pray we seem the only two,
I seek Your strength from sin & I abstain.
The perfect image as You see me now,
My heart is pure and beautiful to You.
The freedom You have given me is how
I live to be the passion words can hew.
The passion that uplifted once I knew,
To dedicate and let me see the truth.
My heart is pure and beautiful to You,
A leap of faith forgave misguided youth.
Since then I am my Father’s messenger, ...
Not in the sense society ordains.
For when I pray we seem the only two,
I seek Your strength from sin & I abstain.
The perfect image as You see me now,
My heart is pure and beautiful to You.
The freedom You have given me is how
I live to be the passion words can hew.
The passion that uplifted once I knew,
To dedicate and let me see the truth.
My heart is pure and beautiful to You,
A leap of faith forgave misguided youth.
Since then I am my Father’s messenger, ...
#God
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter #passion
#LifeAsAWriter #passion
586 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jul 2019 2:37am
24th Jul 2019 2:37am
This Spartan Summer Brings
Bee's brittle sting
Makes stunning heart,
Deft tying string
With Greco art.
Leaving a place
For me to find,
Turning your face
Reading my mind.
Makes stunning heart,
Deft tying string
With Greco art.
Leaving a place
For me to find,
Turning your face
Reading my mind.
#love
#rhyming
520 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2019 1:21am
24th Jul 2019 1:21am
Deep Underground
I’m not offended if I don’t belong,
It’s not my way of life to toot a horn.
A lot of what I say and do is wrong,
And even when I try I don’t conform.
Yet still I found a light to be reborn;
I’m not offended if I don’t belong.
Is “heaven-sent” a word, as I am torn,
But either way it didn’t take me long.
Trust in a leap of faith, I heard its song,
I saw a world of knowledge poets reap.
I’m not offended if I don’t belong,
A poet used-to-be, I joined the Deep.
It’s for my seeds of verse...
It’s not my way of life to toot a horn.
A lot of what I say and do is wrong,
And even when I try I don’t conform.
Yet still I found a light to be reborn;
I’m not offended if I don’t belong.
Is “heaven-sent” a word, as I am torn,
But either way it didn’t take me long.
Trust in a leap of faith, I heard its song,
I saw a world of knowledge poets reap.
I’m not offended if I don’t belong,
A poet used-to-be, I joined the Deep.
It’s for my seeds of verse...
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
#support #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#support #DeepUndergroundPoetry
761 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2019 6:17pm
21st Jul 2019 6:17pm
A Child of God
To wrap my head around
the fifty years since a man
first set foot on the moon,
is easy for a child of God.
Who, in his robed arms
before I could walk,
would gently lift to cradle me
from a small nightlight's
shadow cast into a crib,
and while the house slept,
took me there
through the mist,
beyond the grasp of earth,
the blue marble.
And the sun was a star,
lighting up the moonscape
all around me
as God showed me that
this place too had been a
world he had made, ...
the fifty years since a man
first set foot on the moon,
is easy for a child of God.
Who, in his robed arms
before I could walk,
would gently lift to cradle me
from a small nightlight's
shadow cast into a crib,
and while the house slept,
took me there
through the mist,
beyond the grasp of earth,
the blue marble.
And the sun was a star,
lighting up the moonscape
all around me
as God showed me that
this place too had been a
world he had made, ...
#moon
#night
#God #memories
#God #memories
855 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2019 6:33pm
13th Jul 2019 6:33pm
Will Anyone Believe Me
#women
#men
#sex
#violence
#AgnesTorok
738 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2019 2:51pm
6th Jul 2019 2:51pm
A Small Town in its Last Summer
( after Wendell Berry )
There is a darkness that changes a town.
And shades of transgressions that remain,
even after the night has relinquished.
The pale, fading crescent of its moon
watches the same lone farmer,
out before the first streaks of dawn.
He carries a bucket in each hand,
heading to the barn on his farm
on the outskirts of a town
who’s residents were raised
on a privilege of fear,
King James verse, and the Almanac.
He follows his quiet thoughts, and shadow
that stretches before each step...
There is a darkness that changes a town.
And shades of transgressions that remain,
even after the night has relinquished.
The pale, fading crescent of its moon
watches the same lone farmer,
out before the first streaks of dawn.
He carries a bucket in each hand,
heading to the barn on his farm
on the outskirts of a town
who’s residents were raised
on a privilege of fear,
King James verse, and the Almanac.
He follows his quiet thoughts, and shadow
that stretches before each step...
#countryside
#nature
#humankind #WendellBerry
#humankind #WendellBerry
762 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2019 4:37pm
30th Jun 2019 4:37pm
Live Your Days Inspired Anew*
( an acronym for LYDIA )
I heard to live your days inspired anew;
A woman who had been attacked said so.
A man broke in her home & beat her blue,
Set her aflame, she leaped & jumped below.
Two stories, bare & smoking, hit the stone,
Was lifted to a hospital or die.
Induced coma, five months, but ne’er alone;
The love of fam’ly, friends & staff stood by.
At last when she awoke she could not talk,
Or move or think with battered injured brain.
To learn once more to speak & then to walk;
The...
I heard to live your days inspired anew;
A woman who had been attacked said so.
A man broke in her home & beat her blue,
Set her aflame, she leaped & jumped below.
Two stories, bare & smoking, hit the stone,
Was lifted to a hospital or die.
Induced coma, five months, but ne’er alone;
The love of fam’ly, friends & staff stood by.
At last when she awoke she could not talk,
Or move or think with battered injured brain.
To learn once more to speak & then to walk;
The...
#hope
#courage
#forgiveness
#inspirational
#healing
3895 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2019 11:01am
26th Jun 2019 11:01am
Spirit Muse
I ]
The host of me is sound asleep
This is when deepest most I reach
Till she awakens unaware
From planting of a seedling where
The launching of a thousand ships
Pen on the trade winds many trips.
[ II ]
I am the Mesa where I see
From all directions’ canopy.
I am the rainbow’s lightning rod;
The rainbow is a sign from God
Who is in all things, ne’er forgot,
He gave to thee a skill, thy lot.
Who spreads a spectral light’s embrace
O’er this unclaimed high desert place.
In this, an arid life unmark’d, ...
The host of me is sound asleep
This is when deepest most I reach
Till she awakens unaware
From planting of a seedling where
The launching of a thousand ships
Pen on the trade winds many trips.
[ II ]
I am the Mesa where I see
From all directions’ canopy.
I am the rainbow’s lightning rod;
The rainbow is a sign from God
Who is in all things, ne’er forgot,
He gave to thee a skill, thy lot.
Who spreads a spectral light’s embrace
O’er this unclaimed high desert place.
In this, an arid life unmark’d, ...
#stars
#ghosts
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
810 reads
11 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2019 00:55am
20th Jun 2019 00:55am
Shipwrecked: Notes of an Online Journal
Shipwrecked
The bilious green of dull and latex walls
Will have me lurch and choke my dinner up.
There isn't any mercy where it falls,
Instead to reach a point to fill my cup.
I don't know what I've done to be in here,
The bilious green of dull and latex walls.
The sick from errant voyage' facial smear,
How quick dishevelment turns to withdrawals.
I seem to hear the gale that with me crawls,
It too must feel the slog from gut to neck.
The bilious green of dull and...
The bilious green of dull and latex walls
Will have me lurch and choke my dinner up.
There isn't any mercy where it falls,
Instead to reach a point to fill my cup.
I don't know what I've done to be in here,
The bilious green of dull and latex walls.
The sick from errant voyage' facial smear,
How quick dishevelment turns to withdrawals.
I seem to hear the gale that with me crawls,
It too must feel the slog from gut to neck.
The bilious green of dull and...
#sea
#storm
#drugs
#illness
#MentalHealth
559 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2019 11:09am
17th Jun 2019 11:09am
Of wind & rain, birds & you
( a note of ambient sounds )
I hear a random trill
outside my door
and stop
to lean my head back;
strained eyes closed,
both hands slip off my
lap like a
rush of wind,
where a leather journal
lies open; lined paper,
with inkings
that faintly echo
their vignettes:
cicada shiver
in the rooted trees
from their humid shrill
above the swamp.
It’s times like this
when summer’s young,
nothing like it
will become,
when days are
stretched
‘till after ten at...
I hear a random trill
outside my door
and stop
to lean my head back;
strained eyes closed,
both hands slip off my
lap like a
rush of wind,
where a leather journal
lies open; lined paper,
with inkings
that faintly echo
their vignettes:
cicada shiver
in the rooted trees
from their humid shrill
above the swamp.
It’s times like this
when summer’s young,
nothing like it
will become,
when days are
stretched
‘till after ten at...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#admiration
#respect
771 reads
13 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2019 00:38am
11th Jun 2019 00:38am
Child
The sound of crickets leach rhymes from the sage
While a child of God walks a crooked trail,
Through the hills where the lingonberry bush
Hides a young moon’s light that’s high in its pale.
A tender lilting scent of lilac swoon,
The labor of the child in cotton’s flow.
She strives to reach the lakeshore levee soon;
The Liberty will dock at dawn’s first crow.
In a shop, it smelled of wax on the floor,
Saw loom above at the top of the stairs.
She’d heard tell, never had seen one before;
A Laodicean- indiff’rent of...
While a child of God walks a crooked trail,
Through the hills where the lingonberry bush
Hides a young moon’s light that’s high in its pale.
A tender lilting scent of lilac swoon,
The labor of the child in cotton’s flow.
She strives to reach the lakeshore levee soon;
The Liberty will dock at dawn’s first crow.
In a shop, it smelled of wax on the floor,
Saw loom above at the top of the stairs.
She’d heard tell, never had seen one before;
A Laodicean- indiff’rent of...
#children
#God
#spiritual #angels
#spiritual #angels
490 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2019 3:10am
8th Jun 2019 3:10am
A Solitary Rose
( after Federico Garcia Lorca )
A dark seraph, and a black horse,
riding the one without a broken wing.
My heart is an orange,
drawn and quartered in sections,
succulent and ready for midnight
to take in my breath of desire
before I succumb to the scarred
sunken pits in the garden
that death haunts, that knows
the way is far beyond Córdoba.
But not for me, like a songbird
who sings of my pain,
not of the love I have to give it.
#FedericoGarciaLorca
A dark seraph, and a black horse,
riding the one without a broken wing.
My heart is an orange,
drawn and quartered in sections,
succulent and ready for midnight
to take in my breath of desire
before I succumb to the scarred
sunken pits in the garden
that death haunts, that knows
the way is far beyond Córdoba.
But not for me, like a songbird
who sings of my pain,
not of the love I have to give it.
#FedericoGarciaLorca
#love
#death
#night #angels
#night #angels
622 reads
9 Comments
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