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Jul 2016 · 1.7k
The Potter's Hands
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
I am but a lump of clay
Within the Potter's Hands
Help me to be such today
Help me understand

I am plastic. Malleable.
From the roots of stumps
For the Master's Hands available
Although I have my lumps!

He has to pound and knead me
Sprinkle me to moist refine
Mould me in my body
Mould me in my mind

Mould me in my heart
Mould me in my soul
So I won't break apart
So I can be bold!
I can use my art
To have my story told...

Sculpt me then Lord Jesus!
Do whatever it will take
Throw me on your wheel
With Force enough to break

My own thoughts and wishes
For vanity they are
My love for fame and riches
Which can only twist and scar

My love for things of "beauty"
Of worldly surmise
Give me a sense of Duty
To be useful in your eyes

You rose me from the muck and mire
You scooped me from the slime
How can I so then aspire?
Be in myself sublime?

Death, he has his clutches
This assuredly I know.
And I am but ashes

Dust to dust I go.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/30/2016
My kingdom must go
Before Your Kingdom come.

-
Jul 2016 · 993
kÝte
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
.
    i
    tried
    to fly my
     kite at night
    i flew it in
    the rain
    its\
     T    \
    R        \
  A            \
I                  \
L    ­                 \
    I                          \    
N                         ­   \
G
                            \
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                                       \
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                                                 ¥  
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tail whirling
it flew just like a plane!

upon it's silver string
there was a little key
i wanted lightning for to strike
so i let the kite fly free!

but finally it fluttered
it dipped, at last went down
it tried too hard to catch the wind
and in the end

it

DROWN


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/30/2016
I hope this turns out!

I'm reading, but all along I want to create also! I can't seem to help writing!

And I especially love these concrete poems!
Jul 2016 · 608
GO WITH GOD
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
OVI ODIETE'S 'GO WITH' SERIES

READ THE PARABLE
OF THE PRODIGAL SON
Luke 15:11-32

A great landowner had two sons
The Elder was quite "good"
The younger was a wayward type
Did not do as he should

He was bold as brass and worse
He caused his father strife
He wanted his inheritance
To lead a sinful life

His father granted him his wish
And so off he went
To the brothels and the ***** Dens
As was his sensual bent

After he had wasted his last dime
(Or Shekel in those days)
He lived in a pig pen
Due to his Wayward ways

He knew his father's laborers
Did not suffer lack
He wanted to join them then
He wanted to go back

So he returned over the hill
And was yet far away
His father ran to his young son
Fell on his neck that day!

Put a mantle on his shoulders
And a ring upon his hand
"Let us Feast on fatted calf!"
This was his command

The Elder son returned from field
And saw the merry feast
He would not go in to it
Was not happy in the least!

"Why do you greet that silly fool!"
Angrily he spoke
"you give him the fatted calf!
I don't even rate a goat!"

"Your brother was a lost one
He knew not the way
You have been trustworthy
Each and every day.

Why are you now so angry?
How is it you don't see?
Your brother was a slave to sin

and now he's finally free!


The father was so like our Father
Finding mercy. Is it odd?
He wants us to come on home

Come home and

GO WITH GOD!**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/29/2016
Why do you suppose the older brother was so angry? Jealousy? Assuredly. But it was more than that. I believe the older brother with also greedy. His father had given his brother part of his own inheritance. The fatted calf. The mantle. The ring. The older brother felt those were all his possessions. How is the older brother like the Pharisees and Sadducees of Jesus's day? They were "good" everyday. But they hated the the tax collectors and the prostitutes because they were sinners. Aside from his disciples, those were the people that Jesus spent the most time with.

Thank you, Ovi, for allowing me to be part of your "GO WITH" Series!

-
Jul 2016 · 19.9k
through my window
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
--------------------
|             ☆     |
|                     |
|                     |
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a
single
star
as
seen
through
my
window

­*who
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

box?
☆☆♡♡♡ HELLO POETRY ♡♡♡☆☆

Thank you all so much for your support of my work! This was such a pleasant surprise!
I wish I could thank each and every one of you who is commenting and responding to this piece. Unfortunately things are happening at my home which are beyond my control. My dad wasn't feeling well. He's better now but he still has a lump in his right cheek. He had had cancer at the base of his tongue and this is in the same area. Thank you for your prayers and well wishes! They are greatly appreciated!

I'm just putting everything in God's hands.
Jul 2016 · 1.1k
night light
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~<♢>~~


hold my countenance
O breath of night
for you have
a rival
light

for my face shines
with muted beam
from my lit

computer screen!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/28/2016
Upon seeing my face in the window lit up by my iPhone

LOL! :]
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
I love repost rabbit holes but there's a problem...

When I try to find poetry written by a specific artist on their own site encounter great difficulty if they repost often. As I scroll down it's more and more difficult for me to work the site. My Wi-Fi gets very slow. Is anyone else having this difficulty?

~~~

If you have not seen my last post please read it. I'm encountering great time restraints and can no longer be on the site as long as I've been in the past. I want to read you all! What I'm doing now is putting a simple ♡ on your writing, rather than reposting on collections as I was previously. I really hate doing this because I love to repost. I simply don't have time anymore :'(    Please understand.

Thanks!

♡ Catherine
Jul 2016 · 554
I'll be giving my ♡
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Life is so confusing
I don't know what to do
I am vexed it's so complex
My very soul is blue

I have so little time now
Don't know which way to steer
But it's agreed that there's a need
To read my poets dear!

But I have a backlog
I have just begun
I have a need so I can read
Each and every one!

I will read each person
I will make a start
I won't be dim and I won't scim
I will give my ♡

I know that I've reposted
Quite a bit in past
I can no longer do this
But this state will not last!

When I'm caught up on my reading
I will begin again
To do more than just ♡ you
For you are my friends!

Yes, I will do more than ♡ you
That gets very old
You don't just get Survivor's ♡

You also get my SOUL!


SoulSurvivor
7/27/2016
There's a lot going on with me right now. I have very little time to read. I want to read you all! So this time all I can do is read and ♡. I know I usually comment and repost on collections as well. I simply don't have time to do that right now and catch up on my backlog of reading. Thank you for understanding!
Jul 2016 · 1.5k
violets and viola
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
-

upside down
butterflies
twirling

tin
sun
spins

fat raindrops
splatter
against
piccalo
wind chimes

staccato sound
drifts

an oboe car
horn
a far street
away

alto tympany
of liquid
from the
gutters

striking the
kettle drum earth

basso profundo
voices
a dark backlit
choir
from
the

clouds
rumbling
along

tree limbs
sawing

violets

and

viola
a symphony of
rain tonight

-
Jul 2016 · 1.7k
honey
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~<♡>~~

the milk of human kindness
is like honey to the spirit


flattery holding deceit
is saccharine

which poisons the soul


[20W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/25/2016
I want your honest opinion. I feel sometimes like people think I'm too kind and I have some kind of agenda behind that. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am very concerned about this site. There is negativity here at certain levels. I feel as a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ that that needs to be counterbalanced. But the last thing I want to do is be saccharine. I can tell you everything I said and done comes from the heart. There Is no agenda behind it. But those who have poison in their minds inject poison into other's. There may be some who say that kindness is weakness. That's unfortunate. Those people don't know true strength.

I love you all and I want to show it in concrete ways. I take too long to read because I have a tendency to repost and comment a lot. I also read more than one poem that that poet has written. Is that too much? Your honest opinion please. I appreciate it very much!

♡ Catherine
Jul 2016 · 668
Migraine? GONE!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
I had a friend who would complain
She suffered from the worst migraines
She had debilitating pain
Sick stomach and a hurting brain
She had for three days in bed lain
So on her job she must remain

I asked if I could touch her head
She needed prayer, and not a bed
So I prayed for her instead

It would help her. I was sure.
Jesus' promises still endure
Within three minutes

SHE WAS CURED.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/24/2016
A lady who worked for the apartment complex where I lived was very ill with a migraine. She had been off for 3 days due to the sick-headache and could not be out of work any longer. I asked her if I could pray for her and she agreed. I put my hand on her forehead and commanded the headache to leave. It did! Within 3 minutes she was smiling and laughing! And in the entire time I lived in that complex I never saw her have a headache again!

There was a lady on this site who had a migraine today. I prayed for her and God saw fit to answer my prayer. She is now pain-free and feels terrific!

I've been writing about these healing miracles for about a year now. There is a document that states one of the healings I speak of is an *authentic miracle*. I'm not telling you all of this to edify myself. God has simply given me a gift. A gift that many Christians have but are unaware of! The end of The Book of Mark states clearly what redeemed Believers can do. Emphasis on BELIEVER.

YOU MUST BELIEVE YOU CAN TOUCH GOD

YOU MUST PRAY IN JESUS' NAME!

YOU MUST BE --- H U M B L E!!!

GOD does the work NOT YOU!!!

Try praying after asking forgiveness for anything you've done wrong. Come before God humbly. Then be bold and thank him for the healing that's already taking place!

PRAYER IS AWESOME!

♡ Catherine
Jul 2016 · 1.5k
graceful
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~<♢>~~


ageing gracefully
is as a pearl set in platinum


to hold relentlessly to youth

chipped glass in a

BOTTLE CAP



[20W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/24/2016
This poem was inspired by Mary Winslow. She wrote about Joe Pye **** and a woman who could not put down the blue eyeshadow and the tinted hair. It's so sad to see women like that. When they could have such handsome beauty. The kind of beauty Mary Winslow possesses. Thank you for the inspiration Mary!

Ladies put down the makeup and the Hairspray! Beauty comes from within not from without! Let your wisdom glow like a light! The opposite ***, like moths, will be drawn to it!

~~<♢>~~
Jul 2016 · 586
Sailing the Eighth Sea
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Setting sail upon the sea
An octagon, a fantasy
Earth to port, the stars to lee
I compass universes by degrees
Constellations make their breeze
In the passage I am seized
Within nebulae I freeze
It's so large and I so wee
And thus it is

by God's decree


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/24/2016
When I was a little girl I would look up at the stars and wonder at the universe being endless. It still boggles my mind.

The eighth sea could also be our imagination. It is just as endless!

Happy Sunday everyone!

-
Jul 2016 · 3.4k
Upon Taking Offense
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Blessed is the man
who does not take offense
I'm speaking in the present tense
There is no sitting on the fence
This poem will now take me hence...

An offense will make us stumble
Forget the bluster and the bumble
Our defense will surely crumble
In all things we must be humble

When we see another's error
Are we really all the fairer?
Look Within it will be clearer
Are we looking in a mirror?

When we see reflection's bust
Do we see lines? Perhaps some crust?
Being honest is a must!
What have we done
that WE can't trust?

True of the bird as well the bee
We are all one cloth you see!
Self-assessment makes you free!

This is true humility.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/23/2016
Yes. I could learn the lesson in this, too.
We're always learning always growing.
Let's stop fighting and look at ourselves.

1 Corinthians 13

I won't be reposting for a while. I want this poem to stay at the top of my site.
Thanks for understanding.

LOVE YOU *ALL*!!!

-
Jul 2016 · 670
prisms ~ the colors of love
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
RED

passionate rages of
body and soul

the ardent obsession
of two entities
to merge into a
whole

lovers swept into
an ****** of desire

two Phoenix to die
in dust and ash
and meet fleet
again
in new life
of *fire!


~
ORANGE

fire has cooled
age is wise to lust

two of God's creation
working together
under one yoke
habits understood
partners fair
and
just

~
YELLOW

love of family
refined as purest gold

give and take
young and old
parents sculpt young minds
children break the mold
go to their own families
to have and
to hold

~
GREEN

love for nature
creatures great and small

the beautiful earth
the sylibant shushing
waterfall
conifer pines and
russet leaves
that fall
floral offering
in spring
colts breaking from
the stall
summer's slice of life
and winter's pall
we love the
burgeoning
beauty
of it
all!

~
BLUE

love of friends you
hold so near

a shout out to buddies!
loud for all to hear!
forgiveness and
compassion
for those who hurt
and fear
those you like and
those like second
family
dear

~
INDIGO

who can understand
this love so often missed?

love for spiteful enemy
who've wished
only evil for you
even kissed
your cheek
or your lips
in lover's bliss
now turned
and are
snakes
which
hiss...

~
PURPLE*

the greatest love
the one most won't applaud

an irony.
HE'S THE ONE WE
SHOULD MOST *LAUD!

tho we stand the
mountain
or in valley plod
in humility
most regard
as odd

love for
Abba Father
Jesus Christ
Holy Spirit

GOD



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/23/2016
Thanks for reading!!!

-
Jul 2016 · 1.2k
Paradise Pea!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
O lovely lady, poised for flight!
In the wondrous floral seas
Lightly lilting on the breeze
A flute of orange fulsome light!

Caesalpinia pulcherrima
Latin lover from tropic climes
With a dance, a sulry mime
I'm looking forward, I esteem ya!

With antennai you touch the air
Zephyrs of sweet paradise
You could melt the frigid ice
With the fire that ÿou share!

O, how you send your leaves aloft!
Feathers like a Sensitive Plant
Small and delicate they can't
Touch floral offering, clustered, soft

Though it be strange... you are a pea!
Yes, you own that family name
Wild though, you can't be tamed

Bird of Paradise! YOU ARE FREE!!!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
7/22/2016
The Mexican Bird of Paradise grows in tropical, subtropicalnd desert areas. It is a very hardy and beautiful plant!

The flowers are clustered bright orange and yellow with little feelers that come out from the center. The leaves of this plant I like Acacia leaves. Very small. This prevents the plant from losing too much water. We have one growing right by our porch and I love to look at it! It is truly inspiring in its pulchritudinous pea-ness!
LOL!
Jul 2016 · 1.2k
Count it ALL JOY! ~~~^♡^
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
When you have nowhere to go
Trials are fast, blessings slow
And the toilet overflows

Count it ALL JOY!

When winter Paints the Roses blue
When your boyfriend finds someone new
And all your friends turn on you

Count it ALL JOY!

When you are truly at a loss
Not even one coin to toss
Had a fight with your new boss!

Count it ALL JOY!


Maybe you don't have a job
You're on the street you just been robbed
People actin' like they're snobs
You cry for help, their heads just bob
You really have the trials of Job

Count it ALL JOY!

Maybe you're sick, and filled with pain
And you're sitting in the rain
Your energy is on the wane
The fiddle plays a sad refrain

Count it ALL JOY!

When you feel you're near the end
And you're going 'round the bend
Cannot find a single friend...


COUNT IT ALL JOY!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/21/2016
James 1:2-8

... for the joy of the Lord is your strength.
Nehemiah 8-10

Can't sleep due to physical pain.

-
Jul 2016 · 511
Stable
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
-

The Sun has no dark side,
and He never turns.



[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/21/2017
Sun = Son

It's 1:25 here in Tucson Arizona.
Time for this one to go to sleep!

Goodnight all!
Jul 2016 · 359
Shrapnel
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
You threw Your Heart of Stone into my Consciousness with all your might. It purely stove in that window. Crystalline shards of pure hatred that you passed off as love peppered my tender skin. I threw my hands up over my eyes in a protective gesture that was purely instinctive. Grinning like a Cheshire with sharpened teeth you moved in for the ****. But, my friend, you may have lobbed an ounce of dark ***** black coal at me...

... but it missed me by a mile.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/21/2016
Jul 2016 · 740
the pages torn
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~<{}>~~

O tattered stars
how sad the pages torn
at memories loss
the poem lost

forlorn

when word doth

~~~^fly^

eluding~~~~~~                                    
~~~~~~~mental

grasp
~~~


then also lost
are treasures of
the past


one time a writer
great talent to be found
an intellect
so very
keen and sound

a readership to
cause to
laugh or weep
sharp wit
with every line
would

leap!/\/\/\/\


now in the
twilight
of your years
you can yet

°°▪¤●☆dream☆●¤▪°°

possess
hopes and fears

keep company
with other
tides and coasts

which will
with every wave
draw out

the

mind's
pale ghosts


SoulSurvivor
(C) 16/10/2013


I wrote this poem a while ago

If you don't like the format please let me know and I'll change it. I wanted it to have a rather concrete feel.

~~~<{}>~~~
Jul 2016 · 3.2k
LOVE BOMB
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
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ON THE UNEXPECTING
A BOMB IS SET IN
WAIT • IT CAN
SHATTER ANYONE
RICH • POOR • SMALL
OR GREAT • THERE IS
METHOD TO ITS EVIL
THERE IS FALLOUT IN
ITS WAKE • THERE IS
|NO RECIPROCATION|
THERE IS NO GIVE "N
TAKE • THERE IS ONLY
SELF-OBSESSION THE
BOMB OF POISON KIND
IT'LL MESS 'ROUND IN
OUR BODY IT'LL MESS
AROUND WITHIN THE
MIND • HAVE A FUNNY
FEELING CRAZY BUT IT
|BE TRUE • THE LOVE|
BOMB DROPPED IS A
NARCISSIST AND
GROUND 0 IS
YOU**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/20/2016
I hope this turns out!
Jul 2016 · 823
barren
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
the old maid
wore her
widow's weeds
charcoal parchment
met her needs

because her children
are unborn
she holds herself
to other's
scorn

a heady mix
of rhyme and rue
the measure
she is held unto

other's ink
has held her rapt
believes her own pen
should be capped

but
poet
prophetess
or
fool
puddles
are as

profound pools


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2015
Sometimes I look at the profoundity of other people's work and feel really inadequate.

I just can't write that way. But I do my best to educate and entertain... express my feelings. I've decided not to look at other people's work and measure myself against it. I don't want to be insecure that way. But this poem reflects how I feel sometimes. :/
Jul 2016 · 1.2k
*trip the light fantastic!*
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~~<♢>~~~


trip the light fantastic!
draw blood from a stone
make a rainbow palette
within your flute of bone

trip the light fantastic!
there's more to life than hate
you can be, and you can see
whatever your soul's state

trip the light fantastic!
pastel pink or day glo green
color's more than eyesight
there's more that can be seen!

trip the light fantastic!
fall within its swoon!
Pink Floyd discovered prisms
on the dark side of the moon!

trip the light fantastic!
lavender and puce
you have to play your poetry
c'mon! let's call a truce!

chrystophase and peridot
emerald and ruby
topaz and tourmaline
gems of healing truly!

black onyx and opal
amethyst and amber
make yourself some jewelry!
make your ever-afters!

trip the light fantastic!
hold life within a flask
wine in purest crystal

make yourself

STAINED GLASS!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2016
This poem was inspired by a response
to comment made by Sjr1000

Thanks, Steve, for the inspiration!


~~~<♢>~~~
Jul 2016 · 1.3k
Banjo Playin' Moon
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
@===#

The arms of the trees
Pluck a banjo for the man
Hid on his knees
His Instrument's fan

Sets the stars a-twinklin'
If you have a chance
Watch the clouds dosey doe
Watch mountains dance

A saguaro he plays on
The spoons and the saw
The wind blows at tune
On harmonica!

Brighter than street lights
Moonbeams cut like a knife
Head like a melon
Larger than Life

Yep... the moon plays a banjo
Orion the fiddle
Owls they play metal string
The cat's in the middle

Playin' the drums
Just as loud as you please
Yep... the moon's playin' banjo
With the arms of the trees!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/18/2016
I know I wasn't going to be back until tomorrow. But I went back on my porch and saw the moon rising over the trees and it looked for all the world like the trees held the banjo and the moon was the head of a man! It made me feel so much better to be able to see that. I just had to share with you.

All your prayers are so appreciated. There are no words to describe how much. Your prayers went to the very Throne of God.

LOVE YOU ALL!

@===#
Jul 2016 · 563
I'm going to be alright...
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Thank you all so much for your prayers. I am resting now and feeling better. I looked up the problem online and don't feel it's necessary to go to the hospital.

I am going to take a short break. I'll be back online tomorrow 7/19/2016.

♡ Catherine
Jul 2016 · 944
contrasts
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~~<♢>~~~

olive green
Palo Verde
drape over roofs
of russet red

ochre houses
across our wide brown street
lavender
Texas Ranger
flower bed

oblique sunshine
glances off persimmon trees
sheets of clouds
Egyptian cotton
slate blue threads

black and white cat
sits by our neighbor's door
waiting to be fed

contrasts
of the morning
a pallet brush
painting

inside

my

head



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/17/2016
Complementary or contrasting colors make colors pop! When laid against each other there is a vibrancy which can be paralleled only in heaven.

Red/Green  Yellow/Purple  Orange/Blue

What I wouldn't give for the time to paint this morning!

Thank You God for your glorious Creation!

Happy Sunday!

~~~<♢>~~~
Jul 2016 · 1.6k
KEEP YOUR MIND UPON THE LORD
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
---
when every last vestige of
your humanity seems to be
a jigsaw puzzle game
strewn across the universe
with no possibility of
retrieval
of all pieces

KEEP YOUR MIND UPON THE LORD

when rage accosts the
very center of your heart
like a home invasion
taking with it
all the
milk of human kindness

KEEP YOUR MIND UPON THE LORD

when your flowers die
in a blight of ice
the very roots
frozen in the tundra
and spring becomes winter
in the space of an hour

KEEP YOUR MIND UPON THE LORD

when worry wrings your brain
like a fishwife with a towel
doubt lays a crooked wall
using your bones as a trowel
fear is a raven which
travels with the owl

KEEP YOUR MIND UPON THE LORD

when evil wells out
of every pore of your existence
like sludge drained from
the bottom of a
juggernaut

TANK


KEEP YOUR MIND UPON THE LORD!


for Jesus Christ is the
puzzle piece
which restores
the entire game

---

He's the peace which
passes all understanding

the joy which is our strength

---

He is the
Rose of Sharon
which has no time nor season
but blooms eternally

---

He is the mechanic
who made all destruction
and will

DESTROY THE WORKS OF DARKNESS


KEEP

YOUR

MIND

UPON

♡ JESUS CHRIST ♡



THE AUTHOR AND FINISHER
OF OUR

~~~< F • A • I • T • H >~~~


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/16/2016
I've been writing quite a bit about the storm to come. But not enough about the solution. Jesus Christ is that solution. The government can't help you. Don't go to any camps. Your own power can't help you. Your Own Strength can't help you. No matter how brilliant you are your brain can't help you. Your money can't help you. If something is broken in your car who do you think you'd want to see? A mechanic. If something is broken in your life wouldn't you want to see the One who created it?
Knows the every working of your universe
Inside and out?

A friend of mine prompted me to write this. I was not going to write another piece today. But the Holy Spirit has been insistent. I want people to read this on Sunday morning.

Have a beautiful day!

And remember

KEEP YOUR MIND UPON THE LORD!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Counting up the rhymes
Within the gears are clicking
The years redeeming time

I see beleaguered multitudes
I realize the cost
The confusion of the children
The Weeping of the Lost

I do not want to frighten you
Don't want your hope to die
But I cannot see you uninformed
Believing outright lies!

12 midnight is about to ****
Look around. You'll see the signs.
The world's a ticking time bomb

And it's 11:59...

*tick

tick

tick

tick

(?)
... making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil."
Ephesians 5:16

You may be wondering about my last several poems. It is my conviction that I'd be a Watchman on the wall. I tried to stay away from this type of work. But I can't. If I were actually a Watchman in biblical times and I didn't warn the people of Danger, I would have been killed. I feel the weight inside of my heart killing me by degrees. I don't want to offend anybody. I just want to let you know that something is around the bend and it's nothing Nice...

In God you have some protection. Without Him you are bereft. Your government won't help you. The power won't help you. Money won't help you. Only God. Please. Just think about it, okay? Thanks.

♡ Catherine

-
Jul 2016 · 759
Maybe the Poet
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
based on the song by Bruce Cockburn

Maybe the poet is old,
But they won't do as they're told
Maybe the poet is young
But her words you should not shun,
Maybe the poet is free
Are you blind and do not see?
Maybe the poet's a Slave
But those white flags won't be waved!
Maybe the poet is saved
Maybe the poet's a knave
But he'll shout unto the grave!

Black or white,  or coffee brown
His words will stay... they'll stick around
Tan or beige, russet red
You will recall what's been said
It will play all through your head
She will *speak until she's she's dead!


Maybe the poet is rich
And is sitting by a beach
Maybe the poet is poor
But her words you'll hear for sure
Maybe ill with no cure
Though she's dead she will endure
Homeless woman, wealthy man
They won't do as you have planned
They won't play on with the band
They'll be strong and take a stand

They'll holler til you understand!

They won't have a TV show
Won't be on your radio
But the word of mouth will go
Be it fast or be it slow

They may be killed, they may be shot
They will speak TRUTH!
THEY CAN'T BE BOUGHT!
Ignominy may be their lot

But they will produce some thought!

Maybe the voice of The Spirit
In which case you'd better hear it!
You may not touch it. Can't get near it.

Please don't expect applause
Don't find rejection odd...

For it is the Words of God.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/16/2016
"Maybe the Poet" by Bruce Cockburn
https://youtu.be/WcUiOADXfsI
Jul 2016 · 1.6k
Buckle Up, Amerika
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
We're headed for a deep, deep valley
Poison sky in Tornado Alley
We had best not dilly-dally
Our Creator's got a running tally

"What's that list?" You may ask?
Well. What's that blood within your flask?
Amantalado's got a cask
While in luxury we bask

Amerika, Amerika!
Wearing tight blue jeans
You've lost your fight,
you've lost your might
You live beyond your means!

Amerika, Amerika!
You'd best buckle up!
Ask God's pardon!
Grow a garden!
'Coz you are out of luck!

Do you know they use CHILDREN?
Little girls & boys!
They cut their tiny fingers
While making all your toys!

There are those who aren't so Slack
At sitting on a donkey's back
Haul Coco leaves to make your crack
So politicians make a stack
While these peasants live in shacks

And here on the homefront....

Pregnant mothers will not cry
While their unborn babies die
They swallow the hook... Believe the lie
Just want their piece of the pie
And then roll their eyes and sigh
When told of Jesus... my oh my...

What happened to the Golden Rule?
Horrible bullying in schools!
Prayer no more used than stone-age tools
Non believers stubborn mules
Christian's made to look like fools!

As our Spirits atrophy
While we think that we are free
Each day a new catastrophe...
... The IRS still has its fee

We walk into the Serpent's Maw
He likes his meat ****** and raw
While the Ravens creak and caw

We Institute Sharia law!

Wealth is meant only for a few
Do-as-i-say-not-as-i-do
Folks! They are a Motley Crew!
This is not the place I knew!

DOES ALL THIS GARBAGE WORK FOR YOU?


Here's a message. It is TRUE!

WE ARE MANY... they are FEW!!!

Please allow me to be bold
This BS is getting old!
Break the *******! Break the mold!

'Cuz folks, you're being mind-controlled!

It's coming in from your PC
It's coming in from your TV
You are fed false history!
You're NOT SMARTER! YOU'RE NOT FREE!

AND YOU'LL MISS YOUR DESTINY!


Back to God's list. He's checking it twice.
Amerika... are you naughty or nice?
You're marinated in your vice!
Hear this message! Hear my voice!

'Cause pretty soon

YOU'LL HAVE NO CHOICE.


Oh, please hear me! I may offend
But it is out of love my friend!
I don't expect this work to trend
I will click and just press "send"

I wish you only blessing.

THE END.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/16/2016
Don't believe the filth & dirt
'Cause the political party wears a skirt

Don't vote Donald Trump today!
Christians! There'll be HELL TOUPEE!!!

Folks, from all the garbage seen

I do believe I'm voting GREEN!!!

Thanks to ConnectHook for his boldness.
It's rubbing off!


-
Jul 2016 · 1.0k
The Maker of the Storm
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
All are cast upon life's Seas
All have cares and doubt
We can freeze at 0°
Or we can Scream & Shout

The Tempest tears at our proud sails
The waves crash on our decks
The winds wail, our strength can fail
And we can end up wrecks

Caught between two destinies
The Scylla and Charybdis
The devil and the deep blue sea
The malstrom comes to haunt us

But... avast there, mate! It's not your fate!
There asleep upon your lee
Is God so great, He's never late!
And he can calm the sea!

Have you heard? He has awoken!
He's not in the grave!
Tho we are broken, He has spoken!
He's Ruler of the waves!

So do not fear the hurricanes
For as sure as I was born
Tempests wane, in sad refrain
Before the

Maker of the Storm


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/14/2016
Jesus Calms the Storm
Mark 4:35-41
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
A choking and desperate voice reached my ear this morning. It was a friend. One of my best friends who lives in Michigan.
What she said was barely intelligible...

"Cath... Cathy... I'M D...YING!
C..C..CAN'T B... (cough) B...BR... BREATHE!
(cough. .. cough. .. cough. ..)"

Immediately I knew I had to be calm. I had to get her anxiety level down. In a very soothing voice I stated...

"Baby, you have to calm down. Sit down in front of a fan... slow your breathing. THEN I WANT YOU TO JUST LISTEN & AGREE...

I said a five-minute prayer with her. I first praised God for the miracle that He was going to bring about. For His miraculous nature. For his Power and Glory! I said I wanted to glorify Him with the miraculous healing that was about to take place!

Within 2 minutes she was breathing easier. She was not coughing as badly. And she could talk. Then I instructed her to go lie down with the fan on her and her back propped with pillows...

I called two friends to pray with me on a conference call. We all prayed together. We prayed like our own lives were depending on it! We prayed the Word of God...

"Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man (woman) availeth much."
James 5:16 KJB

I called my friend 30 minutes later. She had been healed! She still had the congestion, but was calmly coughing that up too! She was beginning to blow the congestion from her infected sinuses!

So don't tell me God is no longer in the healing business. He most definitely is...!!!


♡ Catherine
Please pray for my friend. Her name is Mary. She lives alone and has no medical insurance or money. Her credit card is maxed out. She doesn't even have money to pay her property taxes this year. But she's trusting in God. And we have found over the years that HE CAN BE TRUSTED!

Also pray that the Day of Rage doesn't ignite full on racial riots. Please pray against the forces of Darkness that are undoubtedly going to use this demonstration to stir up chaos.
My hometown Tucson Arizona is going to have one of these demonstrations. Please pray for us!

THANKS!

I'm going to start reading now. Please forgive that I have not read your work yet! This crisis came about this morning and now I have a lot of catching up to do...

L♡VE YOU ALL!
Jul 2016 · 1.6k
Of Light & Shadow
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
-

Noonday sun
Casts the darkest shadows

But they huddle

BENEATH


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/12/2016
Thanks for all your love and support friends. I have to go off site for a while. But I will be back this evening...
Jul 2016 · 405
Feeling the Love!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Thank you much my faithful friends
For all you've done for me!
For all the love I feel I send!
It's coming back, you see!

For I love you all so much
With all God's energy!
Watch! It's coming to you now
Right through your PC!
And the best part of it all

Is it's completely FREE!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/11/2016
Thank you so much for your overwhelming response to my poetry!
For all your wonderful reposts of my older work as well. I'm going to write a special poem for all my supporters. A special message goes out to Kristy Renae Dalton
wishing her son Dalton a very happy birthday! And her other daughter... all of her children. She's an awesome mom!

Your response to my two poems

Poets are Crazy
and
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has truly warmed my heart!

Just want to let you know that I'm on the site message system right now. There are some folks who need prayer. I will respond to everybody who has messaged me. And everybody who has liked commented and reposted my work. I know this isn't an you scratch my back I'll scratch yours kind of deal on this site. But I want to let you know I appreciate you ALL!

THANKS!!!

♡ Catherine
Jul 2016 · 2.0k
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SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
°○
○°
°○    
○°
when
worry
and
doubt
drown
your
soul
be
a

fis­h


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/11/2016
When Christians were persecuted in biblical times they would identify each other with the symbol of the fish.

It is the symbol of Christianity to this day.

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Jul 2016 · 710
All of us bleed crimson red
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
We all have flesh and bone
We have a spine that stands *****
10 fingers and 10 toes.
What difference does our color make?
Our plethora of tones?
How often do we cross the street
When a black one comes?
Ignore the coming thunder clouds
Ignore the coming storm?
Ignore those shot upon the street
Can you hear their groans?
How often do we look on race?
How can we atone?

When will we come out of sleep!
Wake up and see the sight!
You think you're kind... but you are blind!
In ignorance... in night!
Black lives matter! ALL LIVES MATTER!
Why do we have to fight?!!
Just because you wear a badge
Doesn't mean you're right!
What's all this that I hear about
A broken tail light?
I am named... I am ashamed

BECAUSE MY SKIN IS WHITE!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/11/2016
The other day I saw a young college kid (white) cross the street because he saw a couple of black kids coming his way. I know that's why he went on to the other side of the street. You can just tell that sort of thing, right?

And today I heard about the black man who was shot by a police officer. I don't remember how many times... Does it matter? Dead is dead. He was pulled over for a broken tail light. I just can't get over it. This sort of violence is going to create race riots. They've already started.

WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE, FOLKS! It'll soon be on your doorstep.

I'm frankly ashamed of the color of my own skin. And roles will be reversed. Watch and see if I'm not right.

There's only ONE race in God's eyes.
THE HUMAN RACE!
-
Jul 2016 · 467
I write in the morning
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
To work out the kinks
To get in the flow
Writing helps me to think

I write in the morning
The Spirit is willing
It helps me touch God
Don't care for top billing

I write in the morning
To be part of creation
Find a world of my own
From my inspiration

I write of my God
I give you fair warning
He gives me the words... so...
I write in the morning


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/11/2016
GOOD MORNING POETS!
Jul 2016 · 2.1k
Poets are crazy!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Poets DO have issues!
Poets are insane!
We have a different record groove,  
We have a different grain!

We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!


(chorus)
Poets hear their colors,
Poets see their songs,
Poets touch the music notes
They taste to sing along!


We wear t-shirts in 10 feet of snow
Coats in sunny climes!
We have no sense of timing
'Cept when we write our rhymes!

We go out in stormy weather
When it's clement we stay in!
We eat pizza in the morning
Write limericks on a whim!

(chorus)

We are calm when life gets frustrating
Mad when things go well!
Write rants when times are blissful
And sonnets when it's hell!

We travel to the Moon and back
Wear Stardust in our hair
We sail the very Cosmos
Sitting in our chair!

Our pens they scratch a tympany
Our pages plumb the depths
Of profound Pacific trenches
Or drown in puddles wept...


We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!

Poets hear their colors!
Poets see their songs!
Is that so ridiculous?
Folks, is that so wrong?

Poets hear their colors
The colors of the heart!
Come and see this song with us

Let your mind fall apart!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 7/10/2016
I'm speaking strictly for me actually...
But can anyone else do this sing-along?

Lol! Thanks for reading!

-
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Your best day can be in bad times
Your worst in times of plenty
Who knew that Wall Street would go south
In the "Roaring Twenties"?

A "teacup" will bite you
You could pet a mangy cur
A house cat leaves a vicious scratch
A tiger has a purr.

An angelic blue eyed boy
Can lie and cheat and steal
A big, delicious-looking peach
Can be a bite of meal.

I'm quite sure that muggers
Have altruistic days...
And a godly man gets furious
Right after he prays!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/9/2016
Believe it or not godly people do get angry. We can be in the wrong. I have been recently. I let my temper get the better of me. Filled with "righteous indignation".
Well. I was WRONG.
THERE IS NO "GOOD" REASON TO HATE!
I have deleted some of the footnotes on
my writing "My Sins".

I hope my use of metaphor is OK.
I honestly don't want people to
"read between the lines".
I don't want to walk on eggshells, either!
My only point is that ANYONE
CAN BE TOTALLY IN THE WRONG
FOR ALL THE "RIGHT" REASONS!

'Nuff said.
Jul 2016 · 917
nychtinastic sirius
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
mesa rises
a ship
sans sails

the moon
strips
the creosote
to blond
bone

it's errosion
causes
the desert to
ripple

beaches
hidden

tides
going
out
sea

nyctinastic
sirius flowers
open their
lazy eyes

the moon may
croon to
waves
dashing
on the
shipwreck

but

even the moon
makes
things


grow


SoulSurvivor
(c) 7/9/2016
dedicated to r
Jul 2016 · 572
True Lies?
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
-

No matter how often
you repeat a lie
it will never be the

TRUTH


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/9/2016
Some people will NEVER
OWN THEIR STUFF

It's a shame. Really.
Jul 2016 · 1.0k
through the tears
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
dedicated to Vicki*

winter wind
blows down the hills
is caught up
in the knuckles
of gnarled trees
blasted
barren
reaching for the sky
reading the
Braille
stars

snowy branches
whispering
what
those books
filled with poetry
have taught
the roots
which reach
down
to
underground

streams


when
Springtime
educates the sun and
teaches it warmth
then will the
roots give life
to a spreading canopy
of new life

buds burst forth
with the
fragrance
of snow wind
and the
sweetness
of that
reservoir
of

tears*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/9/2016
to a friend i will keep
for the rest of my life

God bless you, Vicki
Jul 2016 · 900
My Sins
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
I'm not a perfect person
I still have rough-edged vice
Although I've sought and I've been bought
By the Lord Jesus Christ

On my last poetry venue
I was sure a geek
I made many enemies
On the website Poetfreak

I was green as new-mown grass
On the internet
I also dropped my med therapy
Was as crazy as it gets

I posted several poems
Of suicidal bent
Not one person commented
Not one message sent

So I said I was in hospital
For suicidal thoughts
I even had an alias
Who said that I was caught

In a cycle of depression
That I needed help
I needed people loving me
Yes. I did this in stealth

Then I felt so guilty
That shame had so much clout
I posted an exposé of what I'd done
So the truth would come out

Most people were quite good and kind
They understood my pain
But some were mean and hateful
And my guilt remained

So I made another alias
His name was Steelrelease
I wanted for to be a man
So I'd have respect at least

And boy did that become the case!
You know how males are
They respect their stronger ***
It looked like I'd go far

But there were flies in that ointment
As it did ensue
I became so popular
The women liked me TOO!

I met a little teenager
Who was suicidal
A little waif of a girl
And I could not be idle

And so I befriended her
I had her full respect
I should have known the outcome
Due to my male ***

When I did discover
What she began to feel
I could no longer lie to her
And so the truth revealed

Again some stayed by me
For they understood
But others were quite vicious
In that poetic neighborhood

I knew that I would never have
Chances to write free
So I made up other avatars
Other people I could be

Again and again I was found out
And I became blamed
There was a poet "Lucifer"
Who thought I should be shamed

He made several postings
Detailing my sins
Had many of his own
But poets he did win

Though I was repentant
He hounded me no end
I tried to get away from him
But he posted again

Then all of a sudden
Some ****** SPAM APPEARED!
Under my own avatar
It was very weird!

Somebody had hacked me
And posted that foul spam!
I know I didn't post it
FOR I KNOW WHO I AM!

I guess it didn't matter
That I posted again
That I had not done it
But that poem did not trend
It really mattered not
I tried to make amends

I had written poems
For poets on that site
No less than 50 people
Got a special write

I did not do that out of guilt
For I found that I enjoyed
The gratitude of people
From my work so employed

In the end I left Poetfreak
For he kept up his stuff
Lucifer was ruthless
And I had had enough.

So that is my story
I have now come clean
Some folks are unforgiving
Some folks are downright mean.

But I was in the wrong, you see
So they still laid claim
To my very character
They still rail and blame

Here on this good website
I'm friend to age and youth
I don't do what I did before
And I tell the truth

But you all know that there is talk
By a crazy one
That I still have aliases
In many minds has won

I don't support this person
But neither do I blame
He is bold and he's a troll
But he's totally insane.

Please forgive me people
I want for you to know
Now I am quite honest
Wherever I go

I am a minded writer
And I am a part
Of the HP community
And I have a HEART!

So can you have compassion?
I want for you to see
I have a arranged to be so changed

Please folks. Forgive me.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/8/2016
Now I've come clean. Everything I said about it is true. Now. Can people start owning up to their own stuff? Please?!!
That's the only way this other situation on the site of Hello Poetry is ever going to change. It is only when people start to assess their own faults that they can see they don't have a leg to stand on with others business.

In the Bible it says character assassination is tantamount to ******. I don't know where that is. I'm not a Bible scholar. But trust me it is there.

Will folks just please forgive me so we can go on? I'm truly sorry for what I've done in the past. The past is the past. Let us bury it.

Thanks.

♡Catherine

.
Jul 2016 · 979
Dawn's Muse
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
She has a special siren song
Pastel paisley passion's dawn

She's aloof, but takes on airs
Wearing seashells in her hair

Abalone, mother of pearl
She has her arms 'round half the world

She chuckles softly with the birds
She speaks to stars without a word

She bids them run! She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains to her side

When whispering she turns to wink
The morning sky will blush to pink!

YES! The thrashers laugh out loud!
She's tangled in the pewter clouds!

She whistles low her magic tune
The dew-soaked desert's her perfume

Though it's the sun she courts and woos
She entices all... the morning muse!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/7/2016
This is the day that the Lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

Good morning everyone!

~~~<☆>~~~
Jul 2016 · 528
hour
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
-


evil is like
sand in
an
h
o
u
r
glass
if nobody
turns it over
it stays where it
belongs • on the

*BOTTOM
Jul 2016 · 2.0k
prayer for humility
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Jehovah God
Lord of all creation

i come before Your righteous Throne
a mere wretch saved by Grace
i seek Your very loving heart
i seek Your very face
i come before You humbly
of Pride remove

all trace

i see poetic genius
struck by hate and fear
i see the chaos of the world
in microcosm here
to Your servant listen Lord!
O Jesus Christ give ear!

i so want an end to it!
O God of peace draw near!


let the fight that's raging
this hateful, vengeful war
end with those competing
no matter what the "score"!
let them see the "tally"
doesn't matter anymore!


let the people, friend or foe
know they won't be free
'til peace comes to all poets

this is including me

Blessed are the Peacemakers
with You

ETERNALLY



in Jesus Christ's name I pray
A M E N
i am by no means perfect. It is in a spirit of humility and love that i write this
I must admit that i have been
wrong at times, too

Thanks for reading and all your
personal prayers for
Peace here.

♡ Catherine ♡
Jul 2016 · 1.3k
Cauldron of Evil
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
The Witches stir a cauldron
Encased in rust and mold
In it is burning fire
And many screaming Souls

They do not see the witches
They do not smell the stench
They only fight each other
With words that make me blanch

There are higher powers
Who constantly make war
They love the low emotions
And Thrive when there are more

The Witches stir The Cauldron
And laugh when they do see
Their victims fight each other
As they do continually.

And they may keep on fighting

Into ETERNITY.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/6/2016
I had long footnotes at one time. But due to my most recent writing, "prayer for humility" I've decided to take them down. I want no words railing against others to proceed from my pen. That is part of the problem not the solution. May everyone who reads this look at Alyssa Underwood scriptural references below. They are very pertinent. Evil has created a Punch and Judy show here on this site. The protagonists are like puppets being manipulated by Machiavellian forces beyond their ken. We must always remember that we are not battling blood and bone humans. But actual demonic forces. They love to stir the *** and cause people to degrade themselves with hatred. Let's stop it now. Whatsoever is Noble. Whatsoever is lovely. Whatsoever is of good report... meditate on these things. Thank you!

♡ Catherine
Jul 2016 · 1.7k
the lonely road to freedom
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
a
foot
steps
forward
toward the
goal of common
decency and rights
for all mankind • steps
orderly and without guile
the narrow way is difficult
it seems like many miles before
another human soul is even seen
the encounter strengthens the weary
the way is narrow • but it is God's way
the path doesn't wind or wend • it is very
straight • but because of this there's hardly
distraction from the importance of the goal


FREEDOM



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/5/2016
"because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it."
Matthew 7:14

The shape indicates the road starts out very very narrow but with time and patience gets broader and broader. Just as conversely the broad Road is wide and welcoming it first but it becomes narrower and narrower and narrower. I've tried both ways and I found that to be true!

Freedom and life are of the

LORD
Jul 2016 · 1.1k
Use Your Wits!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
A warm and awesome sunny day
In the Southwest town
Of Tucson Arizona
Buy your dreams a dollar down

Kim & me were walking slow
Down Broadway Boulevard
We had a silly argument
And Kim let down her guard

She was just 14 years old
I was sweet sixteen
She was a pretty black girl
In a t-shirt and blue jeans

Our tiff got fairly vocal
We were both strong willed
A predator saw our antics
And moved in for the ****

We fought a bit and then we split
Kim went toward the mall
The monster drove by in his van
Gave Kimberly a call

Foolish girl! She bought his ploy!
He lured and she got IN!
His vehicle was shabby
He was short & thin

I saw the scene as it went down
And though my anger burned
I loved the little miscreant
And I was concerned

So I headed eastward
Towards the way she'd went
I was scared by this time
I wanted to repent

Then all of a sudden
The van! It had come back!
The thin dude called me over
Said his name was Jack

"I saw Kim," the thin man said,
"She is sure upset
She's forgiven you the fight
She wants to forget

She wanted me to let you know
She's waiting in the court
I am a good friend of hers...
C'mon. Let's make this short

This is a pretty busy street
Won't you please get in?
I promise I won't hurt you
I am just a friend"

Well. Though it was snarky
I bought the malarkey
And in that van I slid
I was just a foolish teen
So I did as was bid!

Now. I was in a pretty dress
Of colored floral print
But it was pure. It was demure
It was innocent!

But that scurrilous letcher
Looked me up and down
I was young, but wasn't dumb
His inspection made me frown

"What's that face?" The **** asked
"Won't you come and play?
I have a matress in the back
And come to that I'll pay!"

"YOU'RE NOT FRIEND OF KIMBERLY'S!!!
THAT WAS A BIG FAT LIE!!
COME NEAR ME, SKINNY MONSTER,
AND I'LL BOP YOU TO THE SKY!!!"


Well. That was a big mistake
He got furiously mad
I didn't know how mean he was
I didn't see how bad...

I didn't know he'd prowled the town
That he'd no regard for life
It should have come as no surprise
When he pulled a KNIFE!!!

He said, "Well now, pretty thing,
You'd best sing a new note.
You ain't tough. I've had enough!
I may just slit your throat!


Now. Believe me if you want to.
Disbelieve or not.
I was strong... and I got calm.
Gave the situation thought...

He thought I'd be frightened.
He thought I would cry.
But I had God's hand upon me
As I looked him in the eye

"I'll do what you want, friend,
Yep. I been around.
I'll do whatever you may want,
Just put that **** knife DOWN.

Shaking with desire
The creep was spineless squid
He looked me up and down again
And did as he was bid!!!

Now, the handle of the door
Was broken off inside
But the window wing was open
Yep... the wing was open wide!

He'd set the knife between us
I had no time to think
I grabbed that knife and threw it out!
Quicker than a wink!


A comedic look of Horror
Spread over that man's face
I looked him in the eyes again
I gave that man no Grace!

He thought I would just slap him
But I did this instead
I turned my back onto the door
And KICKED HIM IN THE HEAD!!!

"Now we are on even terms!!!"
I screamed with all my might!!!
" I dated a black belt...
AND I KNOW HOW TO FIGHT!!!"


I'll bet that man was wondering
How it all began
He knew I didn't mess around
And in the end he RAN!!!

I got out his side of the van
I tell you no lie
As I walked towards the mall
I broke down and cried!

A sweet elderly couple
Had heard me and my screams
They helped me to a phonebooth
And soothed me in their arms

The police came very quickly
And they were sure impressed
They said they'd been looking for the guy
But they had no address

I'd taken down his license plate
After I broke his chops
I pulled it out of my small purse
And gave it to the cops

They said I was a hero
To have it end that way
Then there were reporters
It was in the Star the next day.

How a little teenager
Had beaten an armed man
They apprehended the miscreant
I guess that's out his plan

You may find this incredible.
You may find this odd.
My courage had a higher source

a great and loving GOD.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/4/2016
This is a true story. It made the paper the next day. Arizona Daily Star in 1973. They chided me about getting in that van. But the way I got out of the situation by the seat of my pants and my wits impressed them. Don't be afraid to fight! But use your head first!

Kimberly had gotten out of the situation unscathed also... At that point he had left the window the van open and she jumped out of it! LOL!

Thanks for reading this long story. And always remember, if you are a teenager (and even if you're not), to be very wary of strangers. This internet can also harbor horrible people. So BE CAREFUL!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
Every year as a child
We'd go down to the mall
Spread blankets on the new mown grass
And watch the fires fall
The display was not a large one
For Tucson was quite small
But on my father's shoulders
And I felt Ten Feet Tall!

At dusk the fireworks began
With blasts... staccato pops!
We'd watch with awe the sparklers
That would, as fat sparks, drop!
It would get brighter and brighter still!
It never seemed to stop!

The oohs and aahs of the crowd!
The smell of grass fresh cut!
Looking up! Exploding embers!
My eyes never shut!

At last! The finale!
What a fireworks display!
We were tired at the end...

.... but it was a PERFECT DAY!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/4/2016
I have nothing but happy memories the 4th of July. The state of the nation now saddens me. But for me this will always be a wonderful day!

Happy Fourth of July everyone!
Jul 2016 · 3.1k
The 2,600 Mile Greyhound Bus
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
LA California
Starting on the bus
Just shy of 2,600 miles to go
Florida or bust!

All alone and slightly scared
I got into my seat
There was excitement in the air
Anticipation sweet

At 19 and still a babe
I was sure grass green
No carry-on to worry about
$20 in my jeans

I was a waif of a girl
Pixie-like and fey
The men-folk all were looking
As I got on the bus that day

Naive, I didn't notice
But the black woman, she did
Though she had 5 babes with her
Next to me she slid

That lady sure had carry-on!
Ice Coolers and bags
Her kids were toting it all on
Dressed in their best rags

They had the jitters in their legs
As in their seats they jumped
She was smiling, jovial,
Substantial and plump.

"How you doin', Missy!
Where you going to?"
"Clearwater, Florida" I said to her
"Hey, ma'am, how 'bout you?"

"A town in Mississippi
You wouldn't know the name,
But it's where I've lived my life
It's home just the same.

"What's your name then, Missy?
Lands! You're goin' far!"
"Ma'am, my name is Cathy,
Yep. This trip's gonna be hard!"

She said her name was Elsie
Her smile was sweet and good
She reached into her cooler
And broke out some food!

And what food! Hot Fried Chicken!
Fresh made that same day!
Collard greens and hush puppies
That gal fed me the whole way!

Corn on the cob and ice cold pop
Sweet potato pie
Best food I've ever eaten
I tell you no lie!

We did a lot of talkin'
Durin' that long ride.
I found out she loved Jesus
When she talked of Him she cried.

I didn't understand it
It was something that I missed,
Headed for Scientology
Raised an atheist.

It left a great impression
Though didn't know it then.
I accepted Him much later
And I remembered when.

She told me His value,
She told me His cost.
She got off in a town
You could throw a rock across.

I helped her with her baggage
Scared to be alone...
There was a ******* standing there
Eyes hard and cold as stones

I was so offended
"What you lookin' at?
He rolled his chaw within his mouth
Disdainfully he spat.

"At choo, ****** lover...
You is quaaht a sight
Movin' that ol' ******'s bags
Even tho you white."

"God bless you for sneezing".
I said acidly
"This lady needed her some help.
This country is still free".

"Don' mind him", Elsie whispered
And she was plainly scared
Not for herself. But for myself!
And for the feelings that I aired.

"Get back on the bus now!"
She gave the man a look
By then some of her men-folk
Had come over to help.

I got back on that Greyhound,
Just as I was bid,
Didn't know I was in danger
But that black lady did.

The rest of that trip was painful
When I reached New Orleans
My ankles were so swollen
They almost tore my jeans.

But I arrived in Clearwater
Tired yet unscathed.
I'll never forget Elsie
Who helped me on the way.


When I accepted Jesus
I will tell you frank
I remembered Elsie's witness

I have her to thank.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/3/2016
I will not apologize for using such strong language in this writing. I want you to feel the full effect of the hatred in that man. He was the most hateful person I believe I've ever seen. I'll bet that town even had segregated bathrooms and water fountains. Terrible conditions for that Godly lady. I can't imagine what kind of life she must have endured.

I will never forget that beautiful, brave, strong woman. Dress old and worn, but clean and pressed. She could be the poster child for Christian goodness and charity...

I will never forget her.

I was on my way to what is known in Scientology as the Flag Land base. I had joined the Sea Organization in their group. A military style sement of that "religion". I was able to break free of that and become a Christian. I am forever indebted to God for that fact. He literally saved my life!
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