Submissions by Heaven_sent_Kathy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2019 5:21am
9th Mar 2019 5:21am
To The Best Of My Faith
From the strength of my conviction
Or is seen as my seclusion,
When you reckon self-restriction,
Yet I suffer no delusion.
Let it show by peerage recessed,
Gaveled quietly in judgment.
May it free-fall in their obsess,
Worn as glory on my raiment.
If conclusion renders payment,
Let my declaration follow;
In my truth holds no betrayment,
Nor my love of God be hollow.
As I kneel beside the waters,
Shows my face of vindication.
In my trust I shall not falter,
As the living Lord’s creation.
...
Or is seen as my seclusion,
When you reckon self-restriction,
Yet I suffer no delusion.
Let it show by peerage recessed,
Gaveled quietly in judgment.
May it free-fall in their obsess,
Worn as glory on my raiment.
If conclusion renders payment,
Let my declaration follow;
In my truth holds no betrayment,
Nor my love of God be hollow.
As I kneel beside the waters,
Shows my face of vindication.
In my trust I shall not falter,
As the living Lord’s creation.
...
#God
#faith
#spiritual
515 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2019 11:59am
28th Feb 2019 11:59am
Within The Rain
quatern]
Within the rain is my comfort,
From the raging that singles out
A nobody such as myself,
Giving me all of the honor.
In the storm’s cold, wet baptism,
Within the rain is my comfort,
With my Lord in the dark runoff
Who is all steadfast as my strength.
And will giveth life to the land,
Molding thus, shaping from the fires.
Within the rain is my comfort,
Blessing seeds and I with rebirth.
I praise His deep voice in thunder
Which courses from the sky to me.
Embracing heart & soul,...
Within the rain is my comfort,
From the raging that singles out
A nobody such as myself,
Giving me all of the honor.
In the storm’s cold, wet baptism,
Within the rain is my comfort,
With my Lord in the dark runoff
Who is all steadfast as my strength.
And will giveth life to the land,
Molding thus, shaping from the fires.
Within the rain is my comfort,
Blessing seeds and I with rebirth.
I praise His deep voice in thunder
Which courses from the sky to me.
Embracing heart & soul,...
#rain
#God
533 reads
9 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2019 7:56am
18th Feb 2019 7:56am
Lamb
I’m in the presence of the Lamb,
That walks the sleep of dreams that burn
Within the chink of what I am,
That finds me bowed at every turn.
And who am I, what should I think,
In every nook of darkest night.
Absolve my wounds upon the brink,
I call on Him, I shake with fright
In every nook of darkest day,
But conflagration’s finger tap
Is of His want to light the way,
By lightning strike & thunder clap.
A whispered bush from God and yet,...
That walks the sleep of dreams that burn
Within the chink of what I am,
That finds me bowed at every turn.
And who am I, what should I think,
In every nook of darkest night.
Absolve my wounds upon the brink,
I call on Him, I shake with fright
In every nook of darkest day,
But conflagration’s finger tap
Is of His want to light the way,
By lightning strike & thunder clap.
A whispered bush from God and yet,...
#God
#faith
#SelfReflection #son
#SelfReflection #son
729 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Feb 2019 10:37am
7th Feb 2019 10:37am
Anatomy
In the deep of night,
fingers tracing
angst & eyebrows,
smokey lip rings and
endless satin curves
little whimpers, then
a catch in her laugh,
I like that,
what she does
with a girl like me
The fresh laundry
of her skin in tangles
leaving only us
in awe, two
naked sleepyheads
fingers tracing
angst & eyebrows,
smokey lip rings and
endless satin curves
little whimpers, then
a catch in her laugh,
I like that,
what she does
with a girl like me
The fresh laundry
of her skin in tangles
leaving only us
in awe, two
naked sleepyheads
#night
#lover
628 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2019 8:46am
7th Feb 2019 8:46am
Wavelets
Another gray, overcast day,
Still, I feel the warmth of the sun.
White birds that float & soar & dive,
all in one long day, how they do,
Giving no notice to myself,
grounded, with one way to express.
Awkward, cutoffs in the shallows
and no fresh fish for my trouble.
But a white bird has sent me here
that I’ll never meet by the sea.
So instead of chance encounters,
I’m watching the tide coming in
As I anticipate a kiss,
Like a wavelet...
Still, I feel the warmth of the sun.
White birds that float & soar & dive,
all in one long day, how they do,
Giving no notice to myself,
grounded, with one way to express.
Awkward, cutoffs in the shallows
and no fresh fish for my trouble.
But a white bird has sent me here
that I’ll never meet by the sea.
So instead of chance encounters,
I’m watching the tide coming in
As I anticipate a kiss,
Like a wavelet...
#happiness
#sea
#birds
607 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2019 4:14am
6th Feb 2019 4:14am
Biscuits
You needn’t care of what I seek,
My father taught me, he was wise:
“No matter how you look and speak,
Become the sun each day you rise.”
Do I annoy you by my spunk,
The way I handle every slight?
Why do you fill your head with junk?
As President? Well I just might.
My faith is day, my passion night,
But you don’t know me, you despise
How much I love, with whom I cite,
And wonder next time when I’ll rise.
You hate me for my looks & strength,
Of different hair & skin & nose.
You...
My father taught me, he was wise:
“No matter how you look and speak,
Become the sun each day you rise.”
Do I annoy you by my spunk,
The way I handle every slight?
Why do you fill your head with junk?
As President? Well I just might.
My faith is day, my passion night,
But you don’t know me, you despise
How much I love, with whom I cite,
And wonder next time when I’ll rise.
You hate me for my looks & strength,
Of different hair & skin & nose.
You...
#love
#God
#freedom
#inequality
#MayaAngelou
840 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2019 9:35pm
2nd Feb 2019 9:35pm
Hearing Nothing In The Snow
It was from an open balcony,
where I saw,
surrounded by
war-torn deserted streets
circling the (ruins of an) arena,
and muffled by a
winter dusting falling
where there was no sky,
muting the
approach of horses.
Black crows perch
on a gentle sway of
each horse’s back, to their
synchronized lockstep,
as mesmerizing
as the brown shirts, who
trot next to a solemn truck
in its slow percussion.
A frail...
where I saw,
surrounded by
war-torn deserted streets
circling the (ruins of an) arena,
and muffled by a
winter dusting falling
where there was no sky,
muting the
approach of horses.
Black crows perch
on a gentle sway of
each horse’s back, to their
synchronized lockstep,
as mesmerizing
as the brown shirts, who
trot next to a solemn truck
in its slow percussion.
A frail...
#dark
#war
#death
#horses
#PabloNeruda
735 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2019 7:33am
27th Jan 2019 7:33am
No, I Won't Come Out
I'll have to
sooner than later.
A grown woman
refusing to venture
out my front door.
I used to play
outside after dark,
Mom, calling down
the street, was mad!
sooner than later.
A grown woman
refusing to venture
out my front door.
I used to play
outside after dark,
Mom, calling down
the street, was mad!
#anxiety
#memories
#myself
525 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2019 7:30am
15th Jan 2019 7:30am
In My Book of Devotions
Today is a day that He made for me,
Because I’m alive and now I can see.
For which I will rise and gladly rejoice,
As I greet the morn’, I know it’s His choice.
I’m bless’d & wash’d clean as was His own son,
The rains finally came as once He had done.
Down in the southland, where I’d always been;
Fire of Hell was bringing drought for our sins.
To burn and ravage our homes to the ground,
Taking my family away, into harm.
Rains turned to flooding, hills’ mudslides yellowed,
I listened, trembling, as thunder...
Because I’m alive and now I can see.
For which I will rise and gladly rejoice,
As I greet the morn’, I know it’s His choice.
I’m bless’d & wash’d clean as was His own son,
The rains finally came as once He had done.
Down in the southland, where I’d always been;
Fire of Hell was bringing drought for our sins.
To burn and ravage our homes to the ground,
Taking my family away, into harm.
Rains turned to flooding, hills’ mudslides yellowed,
I listened, trembling, as thunder...
#rain
#fire
#God
#myself
#faith
626 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2019 11:32pm
13th Jan 2019 11:32pm
In Envy Of Nature
Me, my dozen small birds,
remembered Earth’s rose skirts
all around a lichens stone bed,
Before arranging seeds between
tree branches, but by dark,
doom took their darkness.
Heard the insects’ kingdoms,
of something among nothing
as stars slept;
So tenderly, white moths
do better in
luminous morning times,
Who light fire pockets floated,
breathing full on river water.
She thought if they fell, and
vanished back into night.
At least I never had...
remembered Earth’s rose skirts
all around a lichens stone bed,
Before arranging seeds between
tree branches, but by dark,
doom took their darkness.
Heard the insects’ kingdoms,
of something among nothing
as stars slept;
So tenderly, white moths
do better in
luminous morning times,
Who light fire pockets floated,
breathing full on river water.
She thought if they fell, and
vanished back into night.
At least I never had...
#jealousy
#birds
#night
#nature
#MaryOliver
618 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2019 10:29pm
9th Jan 2019 10:29pm
Omnipotent Journey
Is it age that has me turn aside,
to think twice because the
turmoil in my life is nothing new.
This time around it’s
different news or seems to be,
though bitter onslaught’ chill
and words are all the same.
Before I’m overwhelmed
this time, I know what I must do,
and I won’t be alone.
From those who try to hold me back
with lists they need for me to fill.
From shouts that try to blame their
wants and woes so hard it seems
the earth will free-fall from its spin
— I soon...
to think twice because the
turmoil in my life is nothing new.
This time around it’s
different news or seems to be,
though bitter onslaught’ chill
and words are all the same.
Before I’m overwhelmed
this time, I know what I must do,
and I won’t be alone.
From those who try to hold me back
with lists they need for me to fill.
From shouts that try to blame their
wants and woes so hard it seems
the earth will free-fall from its spin
— I soon...
#forest
#winter
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
647 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2019 3:57pm
2nd Jan 2019 3:57pm
Let Nature, Let Go, Let God
In my disinterest to travel and roam,
And locked up inside and between, alone;
Disabilities within my own head
Keep me from setting foot outside of home
I rail in my chair, I sweat from the dread.
The nights are no better, tossing in bed.
Try not to think that I wish I were dead.
Attempt to be what I should be instead.
For rainy days and weeks, the sun and moon,
All rise and setting, and always too soon.
I watch the window, the shadows that cast,
And hear the wind blow, but seasons don't last. ...
And locked up inside and between, alone;
Disabilities within my own head
Keep me from setting foot outside of home
I rail in my chair, I sweat from the dread.
The nights are no better, tossing in bed.
Try not to think that I wish I were dead.
Attempt to be what I should be instead.
For rainy days and weeks, the sun and moon,
All rise and setting, and always too soon.
I watch the window, the shadows that cast,
And hear the wind blow, but seasons don't last. ...
#depression
#rain
#nature
#God
#emptiness
715 reads
9 Comments
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