I'm frought against a merciless foe
Pitted with no sword or shield
All my life it seems  to me I'm
Alone against an angry world

All around me haters hate
In my life it won't abate
I am in a wounded state
A sad and lonely little girl

I look to the right I look to the left
At hellish faces pittiless
I ball up, of love bereft
It seems as though l can't unwind

I look before, I look behind
It seems as though I'm going blind
I need to heed the promises
Then some hope I'll surely find!

For angel armies night and day
Against my enemies arrayed
God receives what I have prayed
I now find Ch)rist!  I have His mind!

He presents the belt of truth
He gives me a strong breastplate
Righteousness against the hate!
Sandals of my peace with God
Hemet to protect my mind
Shield of faith... against the odds!

Then, at last, the mighty Sword!
All the armor is restored!

I will fight the evil one
Look out devil... HERE I COME!!!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage
Catherine jarvis

I'm glad that I have forgiveness
I make so many mistakes
I walk at Great unforgiveness
I pray I have what it takes!

What it takes is love
what it takes is love
what it takes is love

Love is merciful. Love is kind
Love is give not take
Love has not an angry mind
Love Is Never fake

What it takes is love
What it takes is love
What it takes is love

Love forgets transgressions
Gives benefit of doubt
Love seeks not aggression
Love always wins out!

All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Enraptured Zeus takes
License with Leda
Putting her to sleep.

In the guise of a swan
He led her on
So she would not weep.

She, a lowly water sprite
He, Olympìan King,
She was lead by him
She couldn't swim
Blowing ***** smoke rings.

So she dreamt of other waterfowl
Geese to be exact
They swam with her
The water stirred
Her silken garb enrapt!!

So in this pool
The little fool
Encountered Zeus' WIFE!!

The little goose 🦢🦢🦢 !!


SoulSurvivor aka
Catherine Ĵarvis
1/10/24

A little birdie upon my sill
Sang a birthday song
Her voice was lovely, mezzo trills
Her voice tripped over yonder hills
She bubbled all along...

"59 birdies" warbled she!
"A bird for every year!
They fly the air for all to see!
They fill the sky, so wild! So free!
Everyone will hear!"

"59 birds?" I just blinked and said,
"There should be another ten!"
The little birdie cocked her head,
"She's too youthful, so instead
We went and shut the pen!

So onward flew the fifty nine!
Different colors for every year
The birdies soared over the pines,
They sang and said they didn't mind,
They all gave a cheer!

Ì have just  reread my poem
Just for a little fùn
The number of birds
Was just absurd
They just gave a birdie blurb
They should be a hole in one!!



This is a poem for my sister's birthday card...
She'll be 69

🥰 Cathy

SøułSurvivør

Thought I'd have a cuppa
to assuage my carnal thirst
I didn't know what I should drink
who I should have first

I thought of my friend Jack
Daniels to his friends
Life of the drunken party...
But it's only 9am

Then I thought of Harvey
who'd come in from the coast
But i really do not like him
'coz he's a milquetoast

Ah! I know who's perfect!
Tho I could be wrong
But he's tall, dark n handsome!
So very hot and strong!

He's uplifting! RICH!
He makes my heartstrings tug
He is bold yet mellow...
... and that good lookin' MUG!

Yes. I think I'll try him
he's got get up and go
He's the deep and "brew"ding type

he's my cuppa joe!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of passage and
Invisible inc

dragonfly
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o denizen of yonder pond
you are so brave
of me so fond

your wings are crystal
beauty's grace
you're here
then gone without a trace

your body shimmers
oil's hues
mauve and purple
green and blue

tho I love you as you are
I'd rather view you
from afar

tho your love you'd like to share

please don't fly
into my hair!



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I actually did have that
happen once

write of passage aka
soulsurvivor

Belief:

Jesus describes three kinds of soil
Upon which we labor. Toil.

1. We disburse seed upon the edge
Of the way, the trodden verge
There no soft place to plant is found
Hungry birds peck seed from ground.

2, The second type produces shoot
Joyful! Laughing! But no root.
No soil but rock 1 inch under
The seedling dies, it's no wonder...

3. This growth's root indeed goes down
But a choking **** beside is found!
The plant is stunted, has meager shoots
No wonder! It had twisted roots!

Faith:

Now, there was a different kind of ground called Faith,
It buried seed and gave it grace.
The loam produced so much grain
The Soft soil and spirit rain!
So much fruit grew right there
that harvesting workers laborers shared!

There's a difference between belief and faith
Only the last will see God's face.
Only deep roots produce rich trees
One must dig deep to produce these!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage