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SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
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Concrete poetry

The first one I’ve done in quite some time
SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
Rain! Timpany sounds
on the roof and from the gutters
call me to my front porch.
Such music! Like little
silver hammers striking
the drumhead summer-baked
desert floor. Magical music
murmuring to my muse.

Petrichor, after an extended
dry spell, lingers. Nestling in
my nostrils. How could two
chemical reactions create
such delicious desert desiring?
Duplicity of dust and drought
with a wet, wondrous wealth
of water! Whew... hoo!

My eager eyes behold emerald
instead of dull khaki, brown
and olive hues, odalisque
forms of the prickly pear
will become plump in their
passionate love of
precipitation! Ahhhh...!!

What a joy to behold
the crystal curtain once more!
Small beads of moisture
form on my forehead
and fingers. Fascinating
to feel the hairs on my arms
stand up with the
electricity of negative ions...

Every sense is smothered
with summer storm extract...

ECSTASY!!!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore
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I'm going through some very difficult physical trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡
SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
Mars, they say, is God of War
Venus Love...
But not no more.

Mars is red, an angry shade
With knuckles like
A sickle's blade

His right hook
has some might in store
He lays her on
The threshing floor

There he whacks
The chaff from wheat
She's just a dog
For him to beat...

Mars is red
Venus is blue
Black as well
A nasty hue

Her friends tell her
To up & leave
For all the beatings
She's recieved

But she knows
That if she leaves
He'd find... and ****
With none to grieve.

So she stays down
On knees to pray
That Mars would simply
Go away...

He will not
She's bound to lose
Red & blue...
A purple bruise.

Finally she'd had enough
Packed some food
And all her stuff

Before he could
Wake up to belt her
She went into a caring shelter

He searched and searched
But never found
His goddess was
Nowhere around

He drank and drank
His days away
Finally t'was
As she had prayed

Mars hit bars
With liquored breath
He finally drank
Himself to death.

Mars was red
And Venus blue
But now she's FREE

She could be YOU.

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SøułSurvivør
4/20/2018
This poem has been in my drafts for a long time. I was hesitant to post it, because it has very violent content. But something told me recently that I should put it up. Maybe there's someone who needs to read it, I don't know. All I know is that if you are a battered woman there is help out there. You don't have to suffer in silence anymore!

I was battered... ONCE.
I ran away and called the cops & that was IT for HIM. But he stalked me for 2 years before he finally gave up. I'm lucky to be alive!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
Of chancellery
Egyptian charm
Rosetta stone
Within his arms
He never thought
He'd do her harm
He kept her safe
His special cairn.

Upon his altar she was set
Phylactery, his amulet
Tears of gratitude he wept
For such a prize
As what he kept

But though she had
The center stage
All the time
She fumed with rage
He was a fool
She was a sage
So he kept her
In a cage.

Then one day
Whilst fool was sleeping
At her feet while
She was weeping
She spied a weapon
He was keeping
He had sowed...
... now he was reaping!

A candlestick
Of leaded weight
She reached out
Of the cage's gate
Though she was
In prisoner's state
She knocked it off
And sealed his fate!

This was not wisdom
To break his bone.
For she was then
Quite well alone
Yes... she'd put him
In his tomb
But, caged, she had then

Sealed her own
.
Be careful what you make an idol...

Sorry I haven't been around. I don't write poetry so much anymore. I'm working as an artist now. Thanks for understanding.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2019
Who will climb the stellar stair?
Who will know the wonders there?

What will give transcendent worth?
Free us from this weighted earth?

How will we leave this fallen world?
What can save us, boys & girls?

The man (or woman) who is "pure"?
Can THEY help you? Are you SURE?

People who are SO devout
Are THEY certain they'll get out?

Those who think their minds equipped
To build an interstellar ship?

They sit and ponder,  as earth dies,
How they can go live in the skies!

But there are those who still Believe.
They pray to God, Who's greatly grieved!

If you want to leave this vice
Let me give you some advice.
PUT YOUR TRUST IN JESUS CHRIST!

He's the One on Whom to call!
He will free from Satan's thrall
He's the Savior of us ALL!

The devil sifts, as with a sieve
But Jesus died that we might live!

How can we think that our own power
Will save us in that final hour?

We cannot work for it, nor buy it!
It is God's gift... please don't deny it!

A giant gap, 'tween us and God
He is HOLY! it's not odd!

With an Apple Adam drove the wedge
With wood and nails Christ built a BRIDGE!

It happened when His life He lost
God's Mighty Wrath... spent at the cross!

Then, buried like a seed... a Rose
The RESSURECTION! He AROSE!

You want to leave this devil's lair?
Jesus calls you... and He CARES!
His sacrifice put that bridge there

JESUS CHRIST... THE STELLAR STAIR!
John 3:16
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