I wasn't birthed in rosewater
No Silver Spoon have I
The very ground I walk on
Breaks open the sky
I'm swallowed up in sulfur fumes
It rains sulfuric acid
The sea is so tumultuous
It makes the tempest placid!
Don't walk on smooth pavement
I take the hot coal route!
I walk in moccasins so tight
My big toes stick out!

But it is a challenge
And I will not complain
That doesn't help folks anyway
Constantly placing blame
I am just conveying this
So you'll understand
I'm not sending out drummers
Or breaking out the band
Sometimes I just get away
Sometimes I just want peace
And listening to music
Gives me some release

So I am not on site enough
My parents need assistance
They are both in power chairs
(I keep my toes at distance!)
My dad's completely deaf
And he's losing vision
But we won't put him in a home
That is our decision
He's 92 in February
But still vital and strong
Sometimes he has lapses
His cognition goes all wrong
So it is a problem
Since he still has health
He wants to be helpful
And do all things himself!
So you can see the problem
He can go astray
This is what I deal with
And do so every day.

I want you to understand
I know you have compassion
You are lovely people
For poetry's your passion!
You have hearts that love
Your spirit's prone to share
Because you are so sensitive
You have souls that care

Believe me when I tell you
It grieves me to the core
That I don't really read as much
As I did before!

But I pray for EVERYONE
I intercede for thee
I really love the poet's here

On HELLO POETRY!


♡ Catherine

I'll share a tune, I'll sing a song,
Raise my voice... please sing along!
With the angels! With the birds!
Let's be sure the Lord has heard!

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Let's sing a song to Him!
Rejoice! Rejoice!
The victory to win!
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Though some may find it odd...
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Sing praises to our God!

We've had hardships, we've had trials
But Jesus Christ still lives! He smiles
When we defeat our dreary foe
Depression flees! It HAS TO GO!

Chorus

Ol' Joshua & Jehoshaphat
Went to war, knew where it's at
They didn't doubt! But instead
Sent the PRAISE TEAM UP AHEAD!

Chorus

Rejoicing will bring change, you'll see
In Christ we have the victory!

Chorus


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/2016

If you ache in every bone
You just want to be alone
You toss and turn
You're sick and weak
All you want to do is sleep
Your favorite color becomes blue

Then you have emotional flu

If your muscles atrophy
And you are in apathy
You can't work up strength to eat
You are a wound from head to feet
Nothing's fresh & little new
Of pick-me-up's? You have so few!
It can affect both me & you

The bane of man... emotional flu


:-(

I lost my mind to find my heart
I mended ways and came apart
I lost what's taught to find the truth
I had to age to find my youth
I lost my pride to find my dignity
I lost rebellion to become free
I gave up wealth to find true gold
I lost my life to gain my soul.

I lost my life to gain my soul
I gained my youth by growing old
By gaining Christ my life was sold
I lost my life to gain my soul.

Lost my flesh and found my spirit
I lent my ears just to hear it
I lost my eyes and gained my vision
I became whole by this division
Gave up the world to find such plenty
I became one to help the many
I gave up wealth to find true gold
I lost my life to gain my soul.

Chorus

I am the most when I'm the least
By waging war I found true peace.

Chorus


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/17/2016

You're trapped behind the lines
With your worst enemy...

MIND

My father is going to the hospital.
I'll be off-site a while.

LOVE YOU ALL!

~~♡~~

From a grateful Soul's heart
I feel the need
To thank you for loving
In thought and in deed

I left for a long time
Didn't say where I was
Didn't give a goodbye  
Didn't make a big fuss

And here I come back
With no word of my life
Didn't tell you the details
Of my burdens and strife

Let me just telling you
That there's been no lack.
But you asked no questions
And accepted me back!

I just cannot tell you
What that means to me.
But I want you to know
And I want you to see.

I've thought of you often
And prayed for you more
I did not know then
What was in store

I returned to HP
Didn't have to atone
You opened your arms...

And WELCOMED ME HOME!

Now I rest easy
I can make a new start
The timing is perfect
From a grateful Soul's heart!

♡ Catherine

~♡~

The best way to bring about change...
Don't walk. KNEEL!

SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/14/2016

I picked up the virus on Facebook... I'm on an Android phone and don't know how to fix it. I don't want to use my phone until I can figure out what to do. Please forgive me but I can't respond to any of your comments nor read your posting!

SAD & FURIOUS!

I'll talk to you all when this is resolved...

♡ Catherine

I am so sorry I have not been online here  at Hello Poetry! I have been very remiss. My father has been taking up a lot of my time, and my mother is not doing well either. She can't get around the way she used to. It's taking a toll on me. There is another factor, also. I renewed my account on Facebook. I've been on there in the little time that I have. And I have been neglecting this site. I am so sorry!

I have family on Facebook. So I'm going to remain on that site more than Hello Poetry. If you have a Facebook account you can look me up... Cathy Jarvis. My avatar is the same as it is here. I still post poetry on there. I wish I could clone myself! I wish I had more time! But circumstances make it very difficult.

Thank you for understanding. I'm going to keep my account here, and read and post where I can. I love you all very much!

I PRAY FOR YOU STILL!

GOD BLESS YOU!
♡♡♡ Cathy ♡♡♡

Is there anything as special
As a sister's love?
They are right there with you
When push comes to shove!

They fight for you
Have light for you
To show you that they care
They grow with you
And sow with you
The mem'rys you both share

Sometimes they may not agree
Sometimes even fight
But that's because they want the best
And they know what's right!

It's my sister's birthday
And I want her to see
She is near and she is dear
In my memory

So here is a story
I remember from her past
It tells of her character

She's a fighter to the last!

~~<♡>~~

When my sister was still going to the University of Arizona here in Tucson, she had a motorcycle. Which had a proclivity for breaking down. Well, it was getting on toward summer. And the bike broke down many miles from where her mechanic was located. She had no money to get it towed. So my hundred and twenty pound sister pushed that heavy motorcycle all the way to the dealership! The mechanic was agog!
He couldn't believe she had lugged that motorcycle all that way! He told her, "Honey, you have some *****!"

This is the way my sister is. Beautiful, brilliant, and brave!

I am very proud of her, and I'm honored to be her sister!

♡ Catherine

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really hard, and God doesn't seem ------
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The desert is a killer
An unforgiving foe
Be careful how you handle her
Take things very slow
If you are lost in her confines
Be careful where you go
It is best to hunker down
If you're in the know

Your enemy is water loss
Long sleeves are a must
Head cover is primary
A wide brim you can trust

Cover every inch of skin
Cover up your mouth
Do not expend your energy
Go north instead of south

North of cliffs you hide from sun
It's the sun that kills
Stay where you are... IMPORTANT!
Unless you have good skills

You can find water sometimes
By following the birds
Deer and other animals
This is what I've heard

Pile stones in cairns
Make arrows from sticks
Showing your direction
So rescuers find it

Always move at night
The temperature will plummet
Sometimes it gets very cold
And people do die from it

It is best to wear light clothing
Conserve body water, dont sweat much
The desert rats drink often
But do not eat their lunch
It is best not to eat it all
Or eat cactus fruit and such
It contains good water
But don't eat a lot. Don't munch.

water, Water, WATER!
Drink this at all costs!
Find shelter from the sun
If you do get lost

Going to the high ground
So you can see the land
Finding habitation
Of folks living in sand

Carry maps when possible
Carry Bowie knives
If you wear thick glasses
A fire could save lives!

Make a fire in the desert
Create light and smoke
Magnify the burning sun
With the glasses of which I spoke

Hand sanitizer can be a help
In starting any flame
Put lots of stuff creating smoke
Getting helps the game!

But stay out of the fire's heat
Unless you're very cold
Always conserve water
It is liquid gold!

Carry a Camelbak
A backpack with a tube
To drink the water easily
These are often used

Travel light! Important!
Conserve your energy
So you don't lose water
Analyze your ***

If it is light like lemonade
You're probably ok
If it's very dark
You'll need water that day

Keep your head, don't panic
It's best to keep your cool
You can think! You have a mind!
These tips are simply tools

There are other tips
To Google in your strife
Carrying a cell phone
Could just save your life!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/18/2016

Hurting fingers, painful wrist,
Is there a part that I have missed?
Yep... I misspoke once again...
I guess arthritis reached my pen!

... the prophet is a fool,
the spiritual man is mad...
Hosea 9:7

The lyrics of this sacred song
Were not childlike scrawl
They were elegant cursive
Cultured and small
They were found by a Madman
On an Asylum wall
They were written of love
From the All in All:

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky

Unknown


This poem was penned
By a deft, determined hand
No one knows to modern day
Was it writ by Angel? Man?
There is yet no doubt
It was part of God's great plan
And yet many do not see...

They still cannot understand.*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/17/2016

I once plowed a field new
In proper time for rain and dew
I planted it in fertile loam
A soft heart that was my own

I planted seed, and it was Thine
I will wait for Harvest Time

The sun, it came up with each dawn
And those seeds grew up so strong
The rain, it came to quench the soil
So the seedlings wouldn't spoil

Chorus

We nourished wheat,
plucked up the weeds
For we'd many mouths to feed
A plentiful crop, t'was lush and green
The greatest harvest ever seen!

Chorus

When the time was ripe to reap
We worked so hard we could not sleep
We set about to thresh our wares
Separating wheat from tares

Chorus

Threshing done, we ground our grain
In great hardship, blinding pain
But in the end, it can be said
That 8 billion souls were fed!

Chorus

Tell me, friend, how grows your field?
When it's reaped, what will it yield?
Will it be good wheat or briars
To be thrown into the fires?

Chorus


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/17/2006
Rewritten 9/15/2015

Slammed to "Pick Up the Pieces"
by Average White Band

Life's a jungle I have found
Torn to pieces all around
There are foxes - there are hounds
Zoos where wild things abound
Just listen to the funky sound
Now we're going underground....

Underground where rabbits go
Down tunnels in a faster slow
It's all over, don't you know
Pick & Shovel, Rake & ***
You're down with it, on the low
Like you're Edgar Allan Poe
Feast or famine - friend or foe
It must go on... The Truman Show...



Jigsaw pieces - play the game
It is just a crying shame
Dance for dancing - Fame for fame
Break a leg and you are lame
No one'll ever know your name...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES


You're a tiger, nothin' nice
You've been bought, you had a price
Yeah, you tore off quite a slice
Well, some are men and some are mice
Some eat meat and some eat rice
Some are fire - some are ice
Some are ticks and some are lice
Let me give you some advice...

Just so you are never boring
While you're out there pimping, *******
While you're the one they are adoring
Just watch out for polished flooring
Don't break loose from your fast mooring
Into the pit you will be soaring
After that there's no restoring
Listen to the lion roaring...


Chorus


Here we are in the U.S.
We are pampered we are blessed
Sometime soon there'll be a test
We'll ride the Bronco way out West
The Magnificent Seven rides abreast
There's a new Sheriff, have you guessed?
With a tin badge on His vest
He does not play - He does not jest
I'm afraid, I will attest!

It won't be fun, just wait and see
It will be "pain" *with a capitol P!
On this bus, don't ride for free
This is not a game of Wii
There's a port and there's a lea
There's a shrub (Bush), and there's a tree
There's an us, and there's a we

There's a YOU, and there's a ME...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/14/2016



https://youtu.be/xpflST8xWm8
"Pick Up the Pieces" extended version
Average White Band

Be determined!
DON'T GIVE UP!
Circumstances
Are abrupt
But don't let them
Get you down!
Don't you cry!
Don't you frown!
Just persevere
And don't give in
You will conquer

You will WIN!


SoulSurvivor
9/14/2016

We're all in a sea of souls
Struggling to survive
It's hard to find much peace of mind
It's hard to stay alive
The water's full of monsters
For some reason they thrive
Wasps that sting, and poisonous bees
There are many hives
There are those who'd drag you down
So they can have "blessed lives"

Mermaids sing a siren song
Beside the whirlpools
There are wraiths upon the waves
Sea dragons and ghouls
Islands made of straw and grass
The devil has his tools
You could climb upon them
To sink like silly fools
You're in an ocean full of lies
Herein Satan rules

But there is is an Island
Made of rock and stone
You can find Safe Haven
You'll never be alone
Sandy beaches wash away
This you will be shown
On this Island there is a Fortress
He'll call you His own
He will help you weather storms

And he will take you Home


You can play a million parts
Be cast in many roles
Walk in boots with steel toes
But find they have no soles
Go to kitchens to get soup
And find there are no bowls
Follow all the precepts
And find there are no rules
You can climb on life rafts
And find they have great holes
Be lured to many beaches
Cast on many shoals
But there is just one way out

Of the Sea of Souls


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016

~~~

I picked up my feeble pen
To metaphor the sky
But I could not do it
No matter how I tried!

Clouds, like pale amoebas
Slow but surely climb...
No. That's too earthy
For something so Sublime!

Clouds, like clumps of cotton
Roll across the Moon...
No. Clouds, like wispy hair
Flow over a balloon... NO!

Clouds, pale sheer paisley silk
Slide over the moon's breast....

Yes! I DO like THAT one!
My pen can finally rest!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016

---

Sugar tastes so very good
But there is a catch
The white stuff has addictive power
No Other Drug can match!

It lures from every magazine
It's touted on TV
It shouts from the convenience stores
You can even get it free!


You may love the sweet stuff
It's so wonderful to use!
But those pounds will pull you down
You'll sing the Sugar Blues!


Sugar is pure poison
It causes so much pain
And its base addiction
Is so hard to restrain!

Diabetes isn't far
And it sure isn't cute
I have a suggestion...

Buy yourself some FRUIT!

(Chorus)




SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/10/2016

I am on the site now
To call for prayer & praise!
My father's in the woods again
In hospital for days
I'm trying to be strong now
But feel a little dazed
I need the Holy Spirit
With Him I'm unfazed

My dad is in a lot of pain
He's blind in the right eye
Something has gone very wrong
As yet we don't know why
He is very stoic
But something's gone awry
He's 91, a veteran
A real stand-up guy

They don't want optic surgery
As he's so elderly
There must be a solution but
We don't know what it could be!
They may have to put him under
Danger to a high degree
They'll replace the cornea
So again he'll see!


This, and so much more in life
Causes us to plod
But there is One to help us
Him I will applaud!
He is ever faithful...

*Jesus Christ our GOD!

God.
Creator of all things.
So Glorious and Beautiful that
not even the angels can look at Him.
The seraphim fly around His throne,
two of their six wings covering their faces.
They stir the Holy Waters into swirls and eddys of translucent rainbows. Then they sing and sing and sing of his Glory and Majesty. I believe not only because they were made to do so... but also because they glimpse His Shekinah Glory between their feathers!

Accolades to the Most High.
The river of life, The Fountain of truth,
where wisdom dwells and love is alive.
The true physician, salvifically laboring
to heal warped characters of
despondent creatures.
Will you drink from the eternal spring
and be revived?

There are many springs,
there are many wells,
from which to draw.
But they are empty holes
which cannot fill.
Broken cisterns...
which cannot hold water.
Will you come to Him?
To the True Well of all wells?
To the Fountain of Living Waters,
Who alone can quench your
soul's thirst?
All praise and glory be
to the One who alone is
The Water of Life.
All praise and glory and honour
to the One whose voice is like
the sound of many waters.
Will you come to Him?
That you might never thirst.
Again.


SoulSurvivor.
Jamie King.
The Faithful Dreamer*.

Miner works and sweats like horses
He digs down so very deep
Owes pay to the company store
Not very much will he keep
That coal is as hard and black as midnight
Water in the tunnels seep
40 men under the earth now
40 widows there to weep...

Common men are not yet heros
Even though they try and try
But common men are not yet zeros
They work hard until they die

Orange pickers wait on corners
For the man to pick them up
He will choose which ones will work now
They get in his pickup truck
Their hands are red and raw and callused
They work all day to make a buck
Those turned down won't eat a thing now
I guess that's just their hard luck

Chorus

There are those who build the houses
Those live in them high and large
There are those who make the garbage
There are those who work the barge
There are those who wear the clothing
Made by Doris, Sue and Marge
There are those who have no money
Those who put it all on charge

Men & women slave by the billions
The gluttons eat and tell their lies
1% will keep us groaning
They will only make us cry
They call us "the unwashed masses"
Eat their lobster, heave a sigh

Common men are all around us
(Un)Common men who dream the sky
But, The Man, he wants 'em down now
They will work until they die


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/5/2016

When I consider others
I help me
The combination creates
the WE


Together we sing harmony!
Together we can dance!
Together we can change the world
Given half a chance!

Together we can raise a barn
Together we can dine!
Together we can share life's feast
There is no "your's" or "mine"!
Together we are stronger
Our efforts are combined!

There are no poets alien
There is no "us" or "them"
Together we can write
Change lives with our pen!


I write for sharing poetry
It's not only *ME
I write for other's benefit!
I write to let it be
I write to share God's goodness
For He has set me FREE!

United we will stand
For when division's in our ranks
We all hit the water
By walking off the plank!
Sharks are in those waters!
And seaweed cold and dank...

Let's share the ship together
Let's all PLEASE agree
Our final destination
Is a land that's free
Please consider others
I know it's not just me
We're in a boat of many flags

Called HELLO POETRY!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/3/2016

Confessions of a former drug addict

I was an alcoholic
Did drugs into the night
I started at 11
Did anything in sight
'Til my brain was addled
I wasn't very bright
Soul sickness was my problem
Did not know wrong from right
But Jesus healed my spirit
I finally saw the light

I started as a bartender
For my family do's
I catered to their parties
And I began to use
I served up martinis
They could not refuse
Made 'em good and strong
Began with one or two
Soon I became drunk
And started to abuse

Then I did white crosses
Marijuana trees
I did angel dust
Also known as ***
No ******* or ******
But I did LSD
Discovered yellow jackets
And drank peyote tea
I couldn't ever get enough
And that was all for me
At 14 years old
It was catastrophe
Then I found religion
Known as Scientology
It was total *******
But I finally broke free!

I went for years not drinking
Had no acid trips
I loved a natural high
And no drug passed my lips
But life has twists and turns
Much pain and great hardship
I had to run away
Just took a couple sips
Embarked upon a journey
On substance abuse ships

I finally found the needle
******. *******.
I preferred the uppers
Manic highs obtained
I found I could not get away
And so my soul was stained

Then I started smoking it
I liked that best of all
It was like the peak of bliss
That high I still recall
But with every High
There's always a hard fall

I tried Scientology
The SRF and more
But my soul was very sick
Rotten to the core
I was finally Shipwrecked
On a hostile shore
I tried AA and Rehab
But they could not restore
Beaten down to nothing
I was finally floored

Then I met my Jesus
And I was so inclined
To go to church 3 times a week
And the Spirit shined
Gave water to my thirsty soul
My very bones aligned
He restored my body
And He restored my mind
When I finally broke free
Of the religious grind
No matter how the roads will turn
How they wend and wind
I have seen the valley
Mountains I have climbed
Now I know within my soul
His Mercy I will find

And so Jesus saved me
It happened overnight
I woke up a different person
With the strength to fight
I have new eyes to see now
He's restored my sight
No longer in deep Darkness

I have seen the light!*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/3/2016

As I sit in the station
A kid comes into view
Extremely obnoxious
Raunchy and rude
He wears lots of spikes
Has piercings galore
Wears his hair in a mohawk
Biker boots on the floor
My Flesh wants to judge him
As a Punk and a Freak
But my spirit is willing
For Your eyes to seek...

Oh, give me Your vision
Let me see through Your eyes
Let me not judge the lost ones
In no way despise
They could be Your jewels
They could be Your prize
Oh, let me be gentle
Let me see through Your eyes

I go to a restaurant
And there at the place
Stands a derelict person
With pain in his face
He stares at my burger
And it is clear
He's starving hungry
And covets my beer
Do I move from the window
And relinquish my seat?
Or buy him a burger
And french fries to eat...

Chorus

There's a lesbian woman
Next door where I am
She has a Butch haircut
Is hooked with a femme
She has a loud voice
A masculine walk
We never converse
We never talk
We say polite things
Goodbye & hello
But she might be hurting
How could I know?

Chorus

Jesus I'm blind
I'm deaf & I'm mute
I want Your compassion
I want to bear fruit
Let me see through Your eyes
Let me hear with Your ears
Let me speak with Your voice
Assuage all their fears
Give me Your hands
To dry all their tears

Chorus

The enemy waits
To tell them his lies
Let me feel Your mercy

Let me see through Your eyes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/31/2016

I won't be on site for some time. I'm writing the story of my father's life. He's 91 years old. In a power chair due to severe arthritis. Almost completely deaf and going blind. He can't read properly now and, being a very bright man, is filled with ennui. He doesn't know what to do with his time. I want to find out about his life. I know parts which I will put in this poem you are about to read...

My father's not a nobleman
Born a farmer's son
He has not the title Prince
In my heart he's surely one

My father is not tall of build
He's not a rugged man
But on his shoulders as a child
I saw the Earth's full span

My father is not wealthy
Has no Goods to share
But in my heart I know his worth
He is a billionaire
He is not a Wise Man
Has not those gifts to share
But he has a high IQ
Is bright beyond compare

Raised in the Great Depression
He ate the slop for pigs
Now he's a survivor
His grave cancer didn't dig!

He saw Okinawa
Eniwetok's grim atoll
Code named "Ivy Mike"
The Bomb landed on it's shoal

He went to MIT
Far 'above his station'
And he did it with a handicap
A 7th grade education

He is not a saint
He is far from 'pure'
But in my mind he's worth it
His tale should endure

So I will write his story
I believe it should be told
He is a curmudgeon

But he has a heart of gold


♡ Catherine

-

The worst things always happen
When things are looking up.

Yet shall I praise Jesus!
He is not at fault.

I'm going to praise God in the
Midst of trials.

Some trials are of water.
Some of fire. All end.

A man wore silk designer suits
Rolex on his wrist
His shoes were made in Italy
Had trillions in his fist

He had the perfect trophy wife
Kids in private schools
Drove Bentleys and Mercedes
He was no one's fool

He had mansions worldwide
Shopped Paris on the Rue
His address was a penthouse
On 5th Avenue

-

There was a man without a dime
Who lived upon a grate
Where warm air from the subway
Could share in his "estate"

He wore the rags which he had found
In shelters on the way
He sat and watched the rich man
Who walked by that day

His groaning and his mumbling
Annoyed the wealthy man
Who took care to walk around him
As he went about his plans

-

The rich man died a hero
His widow & kids drew hence
His many friends came round about
They spared no expense

The poor begger had no one
Had no money saved
He was thrown on a dungheap
They call a "pauper's grave"

-

The rich man had been lavish
He'd fared well every day
But he was a corporate mobster
So he had hell to pay

The poor man was redeemed of God
That is why he lost his job
He wouldn't serve up to the mob
And so his end was like a sob

He thanked God with his last breath
With grace endured ignoble death

But it had no strength to sting
The angels bore him on their wings

Eternity in everything

So which was the human being
Who had greatest gain?
This is an age old story
But the fact remains

The rich man saw the poor one
Again after his death
In heaven... joyous... SINGING!

While He could not draw breath!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/17/2016

The Dead Sea rolls within its waste
Salt so sick you cannot taste
You will not find a fishing boat
The sea's so saline you can float
The water flows into its shores
But there's no outlet anymore
So there it sits. Its water rank.
It seems God cursed it, so it shrank.

There's another place that you can see
It is the Sea of Galilee
Fishing boats by the score
Of different colors line its shore
If seafood dining is your wish
They catch great numbers of good fish
It has the Jordan running there
And there's an outlet that is fair
And so it lives and gives to us
It is blessed and is not cursed.

Watch and see the greedy man
He has his ways he has his plans
He loves his wealth and hates the poor
Though they are starving at his door
He takes and takes and does not give
But that's no way for us to live
And like King Midas with his gold
He is cursed when he is old

Look and see his counterpart
He loves to give for he is smart
He shares his goods,
helps those who grieve
He does not give just to receive
Not only family, but the needy
He is wise he is not greedy
His river flows, has much to share
So he is Rich Beyond Compare.

He's as the Sea of Galilee
Full of life. Fair and free!

But the miser pays his toll
Upon his grave the Dead Sea rolls.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/15/2016

I look in my pockets and they are empty
I look upon my body. But it can't save me.
I look upon my heart, but it is deceptive above all things.
I look to my soul. It is transparent. It could not be seen even with an electron-microscope.
I look to the Spirit. And He has the wisdom I need! I have but to ask!
Your soul is transparent, He says. Be transparent as well. Tell people how you really feel. Don't put up a brave front. Smiling mask with eyes dry. Weep if your soul is mourning! Recount your transgressions! Feel heaviness and brokenness for your iniquities!

YOU ARE ANGRY WITH ME. Admit it.

Jesus Christ, who sent me, died on the cross with all your burdens! YOU MUST DIE TO THEM AS WELL. But first you must admit they are there. Write them down and put them in a box. Talk to your friend... admit to her your wrongs. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

P. S. I LOVE YOU!

I guess I should have looked to God first. Why is it I always wait till the last minute? He's trying to show me how I'm running. Running away. Running from life. My friends. My family. MYSELF.

But mostly from God. And He's the one I should be embracing!

Dear Abba Father!
LET ME RUN TO YOU FIRST!


♡ Catherine

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Shakespearean sonnet
and concrete poem

in ONE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/14/2016

Would that life was like the Twilight Zone
Twists and turns of fate
Where paupers become princes
And Emperors lie in state

Where neglected little children
Receive their every need
And appropriate masks are given
For vanity and greed

Where old folks Kick the Can
And become boys and girls
Is there such poetic irony
In the real world?

Yes! "The Donald" lives and breathes!
Hate surely his mission
He gives me the dry heaves
He's touted by "The Christian"!

Does faith espouse malevolence?
If so, tell me when?
And would such a hater
Be truly Born Again?

Of the people he attacks
There's surely no great lack
But his pointed finger
Has three more pointed back!

No, I am not for Hillary
I'm not lured by siren call
I really hate to say this
But I may not vote at all!

The poetic irony
Was right there from the start
"Trump" is a "Brittishism"

It is defined as ****!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/14/2016