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Jan 2022 · 426
Pay It Forward
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
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SOULSURVIVOR
2022
Is there
Jan 2022 · 589
Bright Eyes (palindrome)
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
eyes bright misty in love
i have seen - fluidity in
blue and grey
and green
colors
green and
grey and blue
in fluidity - seen have i
love in misty bright eyes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/12/2016


A palindrome can be read backwards and forwards from center.
Enjoy
Jan 2022 · 186
The Monkey Puzzle Box
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
A Peregrine Falcon circled the vast expanse of grounds surrounding the huge manse in Old Pasadena. It soared, looking for a favorable tree to land upon. Rabbit hunting. The bunnies loved to crop the grass growing on the expansive lawns.

The bright wind played windchimes of the leaves of the trees, a lilting, rustling sound barely heard above the birdsong of midmorning in Pasadena. A normal morning in every way. But not for Sir Arthur Barrett. Nor his murderer.
   Lord Arthur's heels beat a tattoo on the Persian rug in his library. His hands first scattered the pieces of the puzzle he'd been working on, then grasped at his throat, constricted as it was by the plastic bag stretched across his face and neck. The muffled sound barely heard over the cacophony of birds...

---  

   The old mansion where Lord Arthur met his violent demise was named Puzzle Tree Mansion, in part by the many Puzzle Trees growing on its property, but that was not the only reason. The entire mansion was a puzzle.
Every room of it. Each had a secret. A false bottom drawer. A secret passageway. You even had to solve a riddle to work the bidets in the bathrooms! In short, it was a puzzle, within a riddle, within a conundrum. Sir Arthur had loved it that way. He had, in his lifetime been a writer of mysteries. The author of arguably the most popular American mystery... The Monkey
Puzzle Box.
The beginning of a mystery book I am writing
Jan 2022 · 195
America
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
All you people on the street
Going through hard times
You don't have enough to eat
You see, and yet you're blind

America, America 🇺🇸
Once beautiful and strong
America, America
What is going wrong?

All you people filled with fear
Stricken by disease
You're now aware.it is clear
You're dying by degrees.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you know you're ruled?
America, America
You're vaccinated fools

On your dark and dangerous trip
You try to find a way
But your golden crown has slipped
It's time for you to pray!

America, America 🇺🇸
You have lost your might
America, America
You had better fight!

With your nostalgic memories
You live in the past
Your great time is history
You knew is couldn't last.

America, America 🇺🇸
How you loved your gold.
America, America
Now you're getting old.

America,  America 🇺🇸
You've gone to the left
America, America
You will be bereft.

America, America 🇺🇸
You have played the part
America, America
You have lost your heart.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you  know I live?
America, America
I can still forgive!

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you think it's odd?
America, America
You must again seek God.


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
Written 2007
Rewritten 2022
Jan 2022 · 348
Fancy Expensive
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
What you want
Is so expensive
You are caught
By what you see 💍

There are things
You cannot pay for
Greed grows not
The money tree 🌳

The peace you seek
Is not in wealthy living
You're only dying
By degrees... 💀

There's only one way
To be joyous
Living by the
Lord's decrees  📖

So read your Bible!
It is in there!
Then, at last
You will be FREE! ✝️
The love of  money is the root of all evil.
Jan 2022 · 143
Lying Fallow
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
I am a soil
Which has no inhalation.

I am an exhale
Waiting for breath

I am twigs
Drenched in dew.

I am stones
A skull. Death.

But I will live in a
green thatch again.

I have what
It needs.

I have the sun
And rain

I just need seed.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022
Jan 2022 · 111
Living Stone
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
I have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021
Jan 2022 · 141
bridge to the moon
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
Serenely your
Exquisite countenance
Breathes peace into my
Ragged raging fire.

As sparks lift
From my burning
You build another
Bridge

A Bridge of
Night and moon
An arc joining
Twins
Which
Only
Parted
In their
Dreams

Wisteria are
Winding
Twirling into
The depths
Of your
Daintiness

Your hair a
Helmet
Of protection
Against the
Surge of
Blossoming
Swags
Surfeit with
Nightmares

Your eyes
Are too perceptive
To view the
Mortal savage

Thus they close
To behold the
Inner loveliness
Of your
Heart's fast door

Painted in
Luscious
Hues
Of muted
Pacific
Polarity
Portrayed
Only with
The Pygmalion
Of

Paradise.


SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage
Jan 2022 · 653
The Color White
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
Is white a color? ♡
Is white a race?
Aryan? Caucasian?
Color of the South's disgrace?
The color of pure snow? ❄
The color of lace?
Is it a newborn lamb?
The color of my face?

No.

If you take every color
And project them as you do
Let people see the TRUTH
Let the light shine through.

That's the color white.
You'll find that instead
If you take off the skin from any race

You'll see the color RED

The earth is like a rainbow
You lie, but know it's true
God painted every color
Why can't me and  YOU?


SoulSurvivor
2022
Jan 2022 · 125
My Home Isn't Here
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
I have the sampler HOME SWEET HOME
I've heard the words. It's clear.
Heard many people say it,
And shed many a tear.
I've tasted sweetness in the world,
Made many people dear
I've tried to make do on this earth
But my home isn't here.

I've heard refrains of Homeworld
I've been before its breeze,
The symphonic swelling peaks of hope
Well beyond the trees.
Will you help me get a glimpse?
Oh, God, will you please?
I'm tired of the poverty,
Hate, war, and disease!

If i could please just tell folks
Of its wondrous sights!
Not ever seeing want, despair
In this endless night!
Places redolent of rainbows
Refraction of the light!
Peak pure joy perpetually!
Happiness at height!

The slender, supple blossoming
Of lillies! Endless spring!
Of roses, buxom! Burgeoning!
And peonies which sing!
The dew never leaves them,
And bring a brilliant bling
There is a pleasant mist here,
Water falls and pings!

Such a spectrum! Endless!
Colors never seen
On the perch'd parrots
Which parody & preen.
Leaves which never leave the trees
Jeweled amethyst, NOT GREEN!!

I confess I've dreamt it.
Pellucid water's depths.
Though I've never seen it.
I confess I've wept.

Oh, God, let me be swept

From this place of hardship.
From this place of pain.
A place of passion's sorrow
And polluted rain
To a place so endless...
No horizon's on its plain!

Here's the place of perfect peace,
The place where angels roam
This is NOT a place of Pilgrimage...

Heaven is my HOME


SoulSurvivor
Aka Write of Passage
Jan 2022 · 111
Silence Is
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
Silence is a golden cage hung in the Palaces of privilege.

Silence is a creeping thing lying in wait in the passage of the passive.

Silence is mortal. When it dies it does not produce immortality, only a dead cold grave.

The immortal speak up!

The Immortal have words!

They are armor piercing rounds. Hollow point bullets which rip into full bellies.
The bellies of those who don't have guts.
The bellies of the faceless...

                              ... and the silent


SoulSurvivor
Aka Write of Passage
Jan 2022 · 102
Shipwrecked Ark
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
Noah weeps
His face is the Arroyo of the desert
His hands have a stigmata
of splinters torn
from building his enormous ship.
His feet stand between the
Devil and the deep blue sea.
Charybdis and Scylla

The children of his future *****
have drowned in doctrine,
the animals he carefully chose
and placed in his craft's stalls
gone extinct.

He weeps bitter gall
and vinegar.
Hardened by hubris
his future progeny posture.
Poetry is the psalm of the
posers, the ocean
only a place of
plastic shoals.

You place the ark in a bottle.

Hold fast, ye ship of fools!
Stay your course.
You're trapped by your
own nets...

Lie in the sea you sprawl out
for others.

Your brine dungeon
awaits.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022
Jan 2022 · 108
Gravity
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
My feet are shod in molded clay,
My legs wear tattered gowns.
My arms wear green, torn and frayed,
My head a golden crown.

The roots of flowers twine my toes,
A serpent guards an tongue.
I am a maid with many woes,
I'm neither old nor young.

Gravity doth hold me fast,
The dragon in his lair,
I am mortal... yes! Alas!
I long to fly through air!

Looking up to silken skies
Stitched by silver birds,
I hope, I pray, I soon will rise,
That my song is heard!

Free me from this weighted earth!
A wing'd horse to become,
I'll fly this light filled universe
The harp of stars to strum.

Off to the constellations,
I'll forget the place I've knelt,
I'll sip from the Big Dipper
And cinch Orion's Belt


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
2022
Dec 2021 · 141
Healing
SøułSurvivør Dec 2021
Healings sway lives
from greying flesh
To a tone whole and refreshed.

There's the sound
of heaven's refrain
Where once there was
a world of pain

To get a healing first receive
It can be done if you believe!

The ear perceives the eye is lit
Flesh is sewn and bones are knit!

Jesus came to heal our land
Cancer bows at His command!

So doctors are asking for a clue
As to what has healed you!

You can tell them it's not odd

Who healed you?  Almighty God!!

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12 24 2021
Nov 2021 · 100
Wasteland
SøułSurvivør Nov 2021
A million people drinking
Their lemon-flavored tea
A billion bottles floating
Upon a poisoned sea

Within each bottle there's a note
To peeps who find the plastic shell
It's just a slip of paper
From the manufacturer from hell.

The water pipes in
old Detroit
Are poisoning kids dead
Because the linings have worn off
And underneath
was lead

Pollution will run
Red as blood
The sun as black as coal
While the fat cats
Who caused it
Relax on sandy shoals.

How can we prevent this?
Is Recycling the way?
Hasn't helped much
That I can see

I prefer to PRAY


SoulSurvivor
November 2021
Nov 2021 · 1.2k
The One Black Hair
SøułSurvivør Nov 2021
The one black hair
That WE create
The truth which
We manipulate
We try to
control our fate
Kings and queens
Lie in state!
We believe that
We are great
Brother, we
HALLUCINATE!

We think we can
Build up... repair
The termites nest
The spider's lair
The web of which
We are aware
Beneath our skulls
Pate brown or fair
No matter how
We wish or care

We can't make white
one black hair.


SoulSurvivor
November 2021
No matter how we try we cannot in the natural turn one hair white or black. It is through subterfuge and false manipulation chat we can do this.dyes or bleach. But we are NOT GODS! THINK ABOUT IT.
Oct 2021 · 135
Living Stone
SøułSurvivør Oct 2021
have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...



SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021
Written for a contest  on another site.
Oct 2021 · 135
Do We Need Jesus?
SøułSurvivør Oct 2021
Could racial tension be more soft?
Could the heavy fast more oft?
Could we feed the poor to eat less?
Could Wall Street be more generous?
Does Hollywood need humility?
Could the prisoners be set free?
Could we be thrifty? Leave our stuff?
Leave our Lexus... take the bus?
Does not healing sway at least?
Could we end war... at last have peace?
Could we throw in the boxing glove?
Leave hatred be to find true love?

Jesus went alone to pray
We could sure use this today.
We would leave iniquity
The deaf would hear. The blind would see.

Maybe we'd leave pain and strife
Maybe have eternal life
This world NEEDS JESUS CHRIST!


SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage
2021
Sorry I haven't been on here much,
I was angry at Elliott.
Oct 2021 · 153
0
SøułSurvivør Oct 2021
0
no time
no space
no beingness
no object of beingness

NOTHING

our minds writhe
at the concept
of sunya

the concept
of a state in which
nothingness
becomes
the two
cuneiform
indents between
quantitative
indications
that something

ANYTHING
exists

the idea

this implies a
spark in the synapses
between the brain cells
this implies
space

in
nothing

THERE IS NO SPACE

what gives words meaning
but the negative
space

around

them

we ***** out
the idea
thus leaving
our stomachs
empty



VOID


0


SoulSurvivor
2/2021
Sorry I haven't been able to tend to this site here. I've been treating you all badly and I apologize. I will be reading/ writing here a lot more often! 💜 Cathy
Apr 2021 · 233
tranquility
SøułSurvivør Apr 2021
~~~<{♡}>~~~

more
powerful
than
a
prayer
in
an
empty
sanctuary
or
wavi­­ng
cencer
or
cathedral
*****

more
elusive
than
the
shadow
of
hu­m­mingbirds

harder
to
grasp
than
the
smoke
of
a
joss
stick

tran­qu­ility
is
as
the
eyelash
of
a
butterfly
to
those
who
don't
unde­rst­and

nature

for
nature
has
balance
and
without
that
there
is­
n­o

PEACE


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/6/2015


It's very difficult to
be serene in the modern world

Nature is the God plug for me

I sit outside for hours talking
to my Creator. It is my Church
Apr 2021 · 144
violets and viola
SøułSurvivør Apr 2021
-

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


SoulSurvivor


*a symphony of
rain tonight
Apr 2021 · 153
The O-puss
SøułSurvivør Apr 2021
Psych-e-delic
******-phrenic
You are me and
I am you and
We are all together
See how we run
From a po-lice-man's gun
See how we die...
I'm tryyyy-ing

Sitting on a Cheeto
Waiting for The Men to come
Those big bad brutes
Lucy in a white suit - let's
See how the Jacket fits

I am the ape-man
I am the ape-man
I am the O-****
Threw-threw th' poo

Ketchup & mustard
Dripping from a
Po-po's ***.
Hee-hee-hee
**-**-**
Got-to-go
Got-to-go
See how they hie
Like pigs in a sty
See how it flows
I'm tryyy-ing.

Look at all the pretties
Lined-up-in-a-row
Sister Mary
Quite contrary
How does the
**** ****
Make manure
The scoop scoop
Make the garden grow?
I'm lyyy-ing

I am the ape-man
I am the ape-man
I am the O-****
Threw-threw the poo

8 arms a'flying
Tryin' to **** the Son
Watch how they ******
Watch how they catch
Ain't-it-fun?
Slithering along
Create a song
When-will-they-be-done?
Smokin' a ****
It's just WRONG

I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying


SoulSurvivor
4/10/2021
Based on The Beatles song
Apr 2021 · 349
The ant farm lives!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2021
We're all in an ant farm
Ants doing what ants do
They March around
and feed king queen
They March around on cue
There those who March
to different drummer
But they are very few
They're ladybugs
Under the rugs
Living in a zoo.


The Ant Farm lives!
The ant farm lives!
They are everywhere!
The Ant Farm lives!
The ant farm lives!
They live without a care
Ladybugs are ruled by thugs
They live in despair.


Folks, you'd better listen
Listen to this rant!
If you want to live
(If you don't fit in you can't)
Ants wear armbands...
Whitehats
The UN wears the pants.
There's a pretty boy
Who does just as he wants
If you want to live
You'd better be an ANT!!

Chorus 2X
Apr 2021 · 238
Blasted Demeter
SøułSurvivør Apr 2021
Rolled on the tounge
The seed we swallowed
From Earth
Was ground by futile teeth
The vacuum of our mouths
Chewed consigning
Our births
To our legacies.

Eat it and you will taste
The GMO wax fruit
Plastic in the bowels of Poseidon
Grimy factories rotting
In the Chinese
Wastelands
Chernobyl of an
Economic
Meltdown.

Taste the dew
Black oil pushed
From the pores of
Nephilim.

Taste the rain
Corrosive acid
Which is an analyte
Immeasurable
No components
Could be
Its equal in
Nihilism
Bringing not
Chaos
But
Complete
Annihilation.

Persephone forever in Hades
And a blasted Demeter.

THE END
Apr 2021 · 120
THE KING IS ALIVE!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2021
This Man
also God
God also man
How many people
do not understand

Let's roll back time
2021 years
Since then the hope.
Since then the FEAR.

In every mind
there's a nice little nook
Satan will grab it
by hook or by crook!

He will tell you
A LIE
That Jesus Christ died.
They took His BODY
from His tomb
on the sly

Satan will tell you
that Christ never LIVED.
Yes. You believe that.
How can God forgive?

Don't think a monster
like Satan exists?
Yep. He WILL leave you
In your mindless bliss...

Satan's around.
But Christ is, TOO!
Believe it or not
He died for YOU.

NOW! never forget
HE ROSE AGAIN!
He's waiting to be
your comfort

YOUR FRIEND!

When at long last
In your heart He arrives
you'll know beyond doubt

THE KING IS ALIVE!
Ha e a Blessed Resurrection Sunday!

Revelation 22:16, NIV: "I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony for the churches. I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star
Mar 2021 · 304
Razor Wire
SøułSurvivør Mar 2021
My mouth is wrapped
in razor wire.
The less said the better.
Whole worlds are
caught between my teeth.
My eyes are betwixt
and between
Amalthea and Io,
calves of twin mothers.
My nostrils breathe
Sulfur dioxide
whilst I learn to laugh out
the mist of meconium.
My earlobes hang with
kryptonite. My throat is strangled
with biohazard.
My hair straps your shoulders.
My trap is your belly.
My hands? They flutter
doves in a waterspout
leaves in the wind to catch
in their web of vain galaxies.
I long to say

just
three
words

But deserts live
under my tongue.

Drilling
for
crude
oil
u
t
t
e
r
a
n
c
e
s

It takes only a moment
to say goodbye


SoulSurvivor
3/26/2021
Feb 2021 · 163
Caught by the Earth
SøułSurvivør Feb 2021
He flew, child of stardust
                  in the image of gods
          a being that inspired
                  the Greeks to bring him to earth.
    Springing from the blood of Medusa
beheaded by Persius, the horse of
                    the wind blew as a feathery, incarnate zephyr
      to Bellerophon who attemted capture
                                  what was never
                                      meant to be tamed.

Bellerophon sought to
                  fly with the ethereal beauty...
    like the wax-winged
          Icarus who soared toward
                            Apollo's chariot - The SUN

More arrogant than even
                                Icarus, misguided fool,
            Bellerophon launched himself
                              on Pegasus' back toward
                                                the very STARS!

Like Icarus, he fell.

            Zeus made his wing'd stallion
                  a constellation in the firmament.

Now we make Pegasus a topiary.
                          what, do you suppose will
                                                Zeus do to US?
Jan 2021 · 239
Mandolin Heart
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
She rolled onto the stage
In spandex laced with studs
Electric guitars squealing
The same ol' worn out crud.

The drumbeats and the bongos
That thudding telltale beat
She knew she wasn't nothin'
But a screamin' piece of meat.

[Chorus]
The Music Man got holda her
Gripped her wild mane
With dreams of mansions on the hill
Dreams of wealth & fame.

There's so much more insida me!
So much more to art!
Got a Stratocaster body
And a plain ol' mandolin heart.


Then the music changed around
To a funky Kind of Blue
Her bassist & guitar men
Sported their tattoos.

She did not start out this way
No, she started small
In a little bluegrass band
Sayin' "come on back, y'all..."

[Chorus]

At the backstage party
She showed up but didn't stay
She was all smiles & wiles
Then just faded away.

She got in her Maserati
She left all alone
She said goodbye to no one...
She turned her wheels toward Home.

**Bridge:
She wanted to get lost in it
Forget her humble start
But the Hollywood music machines
Only tear apart
Now she longed for MORE than meals
Eaten a la carte
She broke the Stratocaster
Played her plain ol' mandolin heart.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
I am not able to get the system to publish a lot of my writing. It seems other people aren't having that problem. Perhaps they DONATE MORE? I am not able to donate much because I'm on Social Security disability and I have a fixed income. Recently I donated more than I could afford. I'm still having this problem. I have many friends on Facebook. Perhaps they would like to know about this problem and find other poetry sites rather than hello poetry. I don't want to do this, because I used to like this site a lot and there are some excellent poets here. I have tried twice to inbox you, Elliott. You have not responded. Perhaps you're trying to force me off the site. You are not succeeding. Instead I shall take this to a higher authority. God. I pray for you. That your heart will be changed. That you will be blessed with everything I want for myself. But I will take this to Facebook also. I don't want my friends to be hurt by a site that does this to people. Thank you for reading.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
1/24/2021
If anyone else is having this problem please inbox me. Thanks.
Jan 2021 · 274
One Body
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
ONE BODY

The Lord of all the Heavens
Chose you as His own
The universe was made by Him
And you are His alone.

Yes, you are Christ's body
We ALL are, in fact
But when some are treated badly
Does the body stay intact?

The hair covers up the eye
It thinks itself more grand
The nose turns up above the mouth
The ear won't understand!

The eye looks at the hand
And because it's looking down
It moves the eyebrows to a scowl
And stares there with a frown!

The hand thinks that it's all that
Because it has great thumbs
The teeth would not even be around
If it weren't for the gums!

The legs are very shapely
So they take on airs
The back is straight, but it's not fate
It's due to derrieres!!

The feet take on the very weight
Of all the rest of it
We couldn't go without big toes!
The little one should fit!

Are we all one body?
Well, Jesus is our head.
He is there, so have a care
He wants LOVE instead!

How could your leg move
Without a bone?
Bone move without a muscle?
Maybe you don't see it cuz
You're lost in all the bustle!

Taking care of your own self
Perhaps your face is Janus.
Janus means you're two-faced.
That means you're an ****!

Does that reference shock you?
It really should, you see.
When you talk about my sis
You're talking about ME!

The Corinthians were like that
The Apostle Paul was sad.
They were very worldly
It also made him mad!

We need to grow up, people!
Babies need great care,
But we'd best not part mustaches
To put a bottle there!!

We are all one body
If we want to thrive and grow
We should not poke out an eye
Or cut off a toe!

Folks, let's love each other!
Where Christ Is We Live
If someone has offended
Why don't we forgive?

We are all one body
Please take my advice!
We are all one body...

And it belongs to Christ!

Catherine Jarvis
11/13/2020

1 Corinthians 12

Spiritual Gifts
1Now, dear brothers and sisters,a regarding your question about the special abilities the Spirit gives us. I don’t want you to misunderstand this. 2You know that when you were still pagans, you were led astray and swept along in worshiping speechless idols. 3So I want you to know that no one speaking by the Spirit of God will curse Jesus, and no one can say Jesus is Lord, except by the Holy Spirit.

4There are different kinds of spiritual gifts, but the same Spirit is the source of them all. 5There are different kinds of service, but we serve the same Lord. 6God works in different ways, but it is the same God who does the work in all of us.

7A spiritual gift is given to each of us so we can help each other. 8To one person the Spirit gives the ability to give wise adviceb; to another the same Spirit gives a message of special knowledge.c 9The same Spirit gives great faith to another, and to someone else the one Spirit gives the gift of healing. 10He gives one person the power to perform miracles, and another the ability to prophesy. He gives someone else the ability to discern whether a message is from the Spirit of God or from another spirit. Still another person is given the ability to speak in unknown languages,d while another is given the ability to interpret what is being said. 11It is the one and only Spirit who distributes all these gifts. He alone decides which gift each person should have.

One Body with Many Parts
12The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body. So it is with the body of Christ. 13Some of us are Jews, some are Gentiles,e some are slaves, and some are free. But we have all been baptized into one body by one Spirit, and we all share the same Spirit.f

14Yes, the body has many different parts, not just one part. 15If the foot says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand,” that does not make it any less a part of the body. 16And if the ear says, “I am not part of the body because I am not an eye,” would that make it any less a part of the body? 17If the whole body were an eye, how would you hear? Or if your whole body were an ear, how would you smell anything?

18But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it. 19How strange a body would be if it had only one part! 20Yes, there are many parts, but only one body. 21The eye can never say to the hand, “I don’t need you.” The head can’t say to the feet, “I don’t need you.”

22In fact, some parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary. 23And the parts we regard as less honorable are those we clothe with the greatest care. So we carefully protect those parts that should not be seen, 24while the more honorable parts do not require this special care. So God has put the body together such that extra honor and care are given to those parts that have less dignity. 25This makes for harmony among the members, so that all the members care for each other. 26If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad.

27All of you together are Christ’s body, and each of you is a part of it. 28Here are some of the parts God has appointed for the church:

first are apostles,

second are prophets,

third are teachers,

then those who do miracles,

those who have the gift of healing,

those who can help others,

those who have the gift of leadership,

those who speak in unknown languages.

29Are we all apostles? Are we all prophets? Are we all teachers? Do we all have the power to do miracles? 30Do we all have the gift of healing? Do we all have the ability to speak in unknown languages? Do we all have the ability to interpret unknown languages? Of course not! 31So you should earnestly desire the most helpful gifts.

But now let me show you a way of life that is best of all
Jan 2021 · 194
The Love of God
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
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.

"The Love of God"
This is the last stanza of the old hymn. It was said to be written on the wall of an asylum. But the author is unknown.
Jan 2021 · 185
HELEN OF TROY
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
NITE-VISION ~ The HELEN of TROY

How could human language describe perfection? There were no faculties nor imaginations that could describe Namé as she made her entrance onto that yacht. All eyes snapped open and even some of the most cynical had a moment when they bulged. There were double takes everywhere. Gasps of something akin to awe... She was simply stunning.

She was wearing a dress that was cut from the fabric that she was famous for. NITE-VISION. The fiber-optics shot through a velvet you could sink your arm into. It was a background color of deep purple & indigo. The scintillating sheen every color of the aurora borialis.

The dress itself was a simple cut. The figure within it, however, was anything but simple. Curve upon curve, line for line she was the most lithely lush female, statuesque yet strangely approachable. This was FLESH. Not a marble form to be cordoned off.

If the masculine eyes could be torn off her lower body, rise above her neck which was like the curve of an egret, they would dwell on her face. And they would never leave.

She was angelic. Yes. She was. Yet she had ascertain mein which was almost like a waif. A street urchin. Her jawline was almost a perfect oval. Almost. There was an angular quality to it too. The Planes of her face could have been sculpted by an Egyptian. Or Greek. Or a Japanese mask maker. There was absolutely no way to describe it. Her cantilevered cheekbones were delicate as glass, but seemed to have, in their depths, an Armitage of pure tungsten.

Her hair was a color the painter Titan would envy. It could never be captured by his palette. Gold. Platinum. And Hollow fire. It was swept up on the side and you held by a perfect Indigo, lavender and Ivory comb. It was in the shape of an orchid. No one had seen her hair. Not fully. It was always held up with braids and strands on the top of her head. Tonight it was fully down. The comb the only thing that graced it. It was like a river going through the Black Hills. And all the colors of it's Pink gold.

But her eyes were the most arresting feature of her face. Fringed by lashes that were dark brown golden fire, as every bit as  long as her mother's. The irises were dark indigo shot with cerulean blue. But towards the pupil they were light lilac. If eyes were the windows to the soul, this was a soul that was not simply human, nor even angelic. Namé was a force of nature.

But the reason for the four men in dark suits with steam shovel Jaws became quite obvious on close inspection to the lady's midsection. Yep. She was wearing it. Just as she said she would. The most dazzling pearl to grace woman...

The HELEN of TROY
Excerpt from the book I am writing... StarChild.
Jan 2021 · 317
Rubies in the Sand
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
As a child I sat & searched
For rubies in the sand
I looked for blood red garnets
From the dirt within my hand.

I would look for hours
For a treasure trove of lies
I thought I'd be a millionaire
I wasn't all that wise.

Then I found a nugget
Of pyrite buried there
It was really Fool's Gold
But I didn't care.

Childhood is fleeting
So don't break it to your babe
That her cup of "rubies"
Won't buy a pauper's grave.

She'll dream herself a castle
In some foreign land
But the waves of growing up
Take the rubies in the sand.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
1/22/2020
Jan 2021 · 226
StarChild V
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
The Kakboori was so excited by the prospect of his vengeance that he was literally shaking. He clutched the receptacle containing the horrid creature with almost a death grip. The closer he came To Namé's cell the more he shook, chuckling was glee!

As he stood before her doorway he could hardly contain himself. He urinated forcefully into his own uniform. The Tripilliad, sensing the blood of its Target, scuttled about in its container, making insectile noises.

Boorjami released the venomous monster by barely opening it's **** filled container at the end, after placing it on the floor of her doorway so it could slip underneath...

What happened next was that time almost folded into nothing! The mad Tripilliad made a beeline for its new host... NAMÉ!! She kicked her slight foot out with all the force she could muster!! The Impossible happened. She slammed this side of her foot into the creatures orange beak! This slit through through the Tripilliad's sludge like brain clear into its thorax!!

Like a dervish the monster spun about making noises so horrific they could barely be credited. Boorjami shrieked in absolute horror. Dropping his dagger he headed for the Hills!!!
Excerpt from the book I'm writing - StarChild.
Jan 2021 · 141
The Cloud
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
What is up there, by & by?
What is up there in the sky?
Is it data... can they pry?
How many ears? How many eyes?
How many truths? How many lies?

Yep. It's up there. Day & night.
All your family, what a sight.
All your life is in the light.
Your every need. Your every plight.
Every keystroke... black & white.
It doesn't matter wrong or right
Information gives them MIGHT.

Yeah. Black & white & shades of grey
It's all up there. Night and day.
Your hopes & fears... all you say.
Subject to controlling ways.
Folks better listen...

... better PRAY.

Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
1/15/2021
Big Brother's watching... & READING.
Jan 2021 · 141
Troubled Paradise
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
There's a troubled Paradise
A maelstrom lagoon
A worm in the red apple
A curse within a boon
A tempest in a teacup
A burning, red hot spoon
An orange sky in Kansas
Tornado's coming soon...

In the tender flesh of speaking lips
That's where they sink their hooks
We think that we're immune to it
But we're getting ***** looks
We're portrayed as idiots
Nazis, thugs & crooks
First they censor YouTube
Next they're burning BOOKS.

We're wondering what's happening
Things are not the same
Folks want us like-minded
Like we should be ashamed!
But we won't go Broad-way
Though we won't find fame
But we won't budge an inch ol' son
To us it's not a game
Our way of life is ridiculed

Christian is our name.

Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
1/10/2021
Dec 2020 · 195
Awesome Father
SøułSurvivør Dec 2020
Imagine a small grain of sand
Yes, from a sugar beach
Then expand a trillion times
The count is out of reach...

Father God has them numbered.

Then imagine, if you will
Galaxies with stars
And around them planets
More than Jupiter & Mars...

Father God has them named.

When you think of angels
Whatever do you see?
Little waif-like Cupids
Who look like you & me?
Or mighty warrior beings
Gigantic entities
With their feet on planet earth
Their crowns the nebulae!

Father God had them made.

Humans have an intellect
Some extraordinary
But do NOT know the ends of space
The depths the oceans carry...

Father God has them measured.

Could we speak into existence
A dolphin out to play?
Could we make a human body
From scratch our DNA?
Could we scribe a Holy Book
With PROPHECY? NO WAY!!

Father God created every cell, every jot & tittle.

Could a human be so beautiful
So Glorious and fair
That just to gaze upon them
Would vaporize us to air?
The Angels cannot gaze upon
This being Beyond Compare!!

If Glory was personified

OUR GOD WOULD BE THERE!!

Catherine Jarvis
12/8/2020

3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.

6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet

Psalm 8:3-6 KJV
Dec 2020 · 255
SOMEONE PLUG IN CHRISTMAS!
SøułSurvivør Dec 2020
Someone plug in Christmas! Please!
I'm not complaining, but
Yeah, 2020's been a drag
We're in a real rut...

There's a way to bring it back
Those who are so bold
Give to those less fortunate!
Like Christmases of old!

Do you think the baby Jesus
Cried and carried on?
I think he was the sweetest babe!
I don't think I am wrong!

Do you have some grateful place
Within your saddened heart?
Has it nowhere to find joy?
Completely torn apart?

Turn the frown upside down!
To thine own self be true
Let us be like Jesus...

The cheer begins with YOU!

Catherine Jarvis
Soulsurvivor
12/16/2020
Dec 2020 · 89
like rain on cacti
SøułSurvivør Dec 2020
your caress soaks into me
into a thirsty heart

my bristling thorns
melt into soft mink
and I know you're a good man

you stroke my cheek
with the back of your fingers
hands slightly cupped

the apple of your eye
fully revealed

i love the buttes of
your shoulders
the sand dunes of
your belly

and your tears fall
like rain on cacti

Soulsurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12/10/2020
Dec 2020 · 502
The Horses
SøułSurvivør Dec 2020
....................Like flowing
           lava/Hot with sweat
Lithe muscle/Sturdy bone/The
horses course/The hillsides as if by
hell beset/magnificent as the sea/
                        As powerful as a tide
                      As if a fire runs in
                     Aching veins/God tests
                    Ancient bloodlines in them
                    And gives them reins/But
                     All in all their hearts ring
                      A leather bell on ours
                    A Vulcan strength we see/
                  And recognize fully in you
                 And me/splendid equine
        Curves as the tails arch/and
Manes stream/on arid dunes....

Arabian.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12/6/2020
Thought I would try concrete poetry again. I had to put the periods in so the first line would be positioned correctly. I've missed concrete.... and I've missed YOU.
Nov 2020 · 101
CATS vs DOGS
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Cats are sure a crazy race
They softly pad on paws
Then they turn their other face
And sharpen hidden claws!

Dogs have the minds of 3 year olds
They wag their friendly tails
They are brave, but foolish bold
And love unbeaten trails!

Cats are snuggly... then aloof
They're an independent lot
They eschew the ground
But love the ROOF
Unlike silly Spot!

Dogs wear their feelings
On their sleeves
(If sleeves are what they had)
They look baleful & they grieve
If chastised when they're bad.

Cats just go their merry way
When naughtiness addressed
You can SHOUT til end of day...
They could not care less!

Dogs lift their legs when they ***
Cats are WAY too grand.
Dogs love hydrants or the trees
Cats just dig in sand.

The thing about these pets is that
People have polarity
Either they like dogs
And can't stand cats
Or LOVE a cat's hilarity!

But I find each creature special
As they do life's dance
Dog's are WAY more social...

... but Vive La difference!

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/27/2020
Nov 2020 · 98
Just a Runaway
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
She staggered down
The Greyhound bus
Ran away
New York or bust
Now there's no one
She can trust
Wanted diamonds
She found rust...

He's just running
On a train
His ring tarnished
His hands stained
He's just running
Empty tank
Can't believe
How far he sank...

[Chorus]
She's just a Runaway
Just a Runaway
He's just a Runaway
Just a Runaway


They find each other
In the jon
Subway station
People gone
He asks her
If she's alone
She asks him
To use his phone
She lost hers
She had to run
From a man
Who wanted "fun".

[Chorus]

In the subway
Ear to tracks
The boy watched
Both of their backs
The girl ripped off
For both their lack
She stayed awake
He hit the sack
So it went...
Till the attack.

[Chorus]

"A bunch of thugs"
The po-po said.
An argument
Came to a head
The boy protected...
Now he's dead.

The girl, she stirred up
Quite a fuss
When she left
"New York or bust"
Now all she wanted
All she missed
Werethe parents
She once kissed.

[Bridge]
There's only one child
On the phone
She's very sad
That she's alone
But now that girl is
GOING HOME.


[Chorus]


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/24/2020
Nov 2020 · 372
Gemstones
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Every poem is a gemstone
Every word a jewel
Set in silver, or in gold
Our muses bring renewal.
They convey. They have their say
In amethyst or beryl.
They are Bisbee turquoise
Or luminous as pearls.
Ruby smoulders, garnets dark
Gems from 'round the world.

Some are facets emerald green,
Some are for our ears.
Some are fashioned for the throat
Some aquamarine tears.
Some black onyx pendants
To play upon our fears.

Rings to place on fingers
For friendship or engagement.
Some are placed in
Deep dark drawers
As tokens of estrangement.
But no matter how
They're placed
'Tis meaningful arrangement.

Topaz golden moments
Pirite is for fools
But ALL poems are diamonds

All of them are JEWELS.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/23/2020
I'm truly sorry I haven't been around you folks. It seems I only write on here now, and scarcely read. I have spent a lot of time in Ministry, and have neglected my friends. My Ministry involves friends, and that should extend to my poet friends too! Please forgive me and accept my apology. I will really try to read more! God bless you all!
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
I never have time to
Read, my friends!
The fact that tests me sore!
I am harmed, but not alarmed...

You don't read ME anymore!

😢😢😢
Nov 2020 · 117
Kind Eye Closed
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Looking at the moon tonight
In its half-cast phase
I knew I had to write of it
It in the cloud's soft haze
I stared into the golden eye
As if in a daze
I was sort of hypnotized
By its mesmerizing gaze.

As the mist around it
Shifted in its pose
The eye was mean & frowning
Over a demonic nose
Shifting still the vapor
Made the moon of woes
Look sad with cold tears flowing
In ever changing rows
Then it was kind...
Then it was blind
Then the kind eye closed.

Was this the eye of providence?
Which o'r our country's health
Once looked with kindness
Down upon
Our fortune & our wealth?

Now it's angry & SO sad
Winds there up high have breath
So the eye of providence

Closes fast in death.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/2020
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Black fabric masks
Shark dead eyes
Angels & devils
Wear a disguise
The face, the lips
Are a surprise
What is Truth?
What are lies?

Men & women do the dance
For lure of mating
Take The chance
Whether China. U.S. France  
Certainly a strange romance.

To & fro. Back & forth.
Coast to coast. South to north.
We spoon & marry.
Give in marriage.
Party hardy. Baby carriage.
All the fuss! What can it mean?
Love in the Time of Covid 19.

There's only ONE question.
Who's to blame?
Eating bats? Is it that lame?
In the end it's all the same
'Neath black satin sheets

Love's corpse is lain.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/21/2020
Nov 2020 · 299
The Rain Is So Dark
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
The time of dad's passing
I've been restrained
All the day long
I've looked at the rain.

There isn't a smouldering
Hint of a spark
I can't see for nothin'
The rain is so dark.

The stormclouds are following
One on another
They tred on the heels
They're so close together.

The date of a death
Is when pain was born
There seem to be many
One endless storm.

The first major hurricane
2020 has seen
Was the health & work crisis
Of COVID-19

Then the stress on good friendships
Because of the news
People fussing & fighting
For differing views.

THEN Minneapolis
Had a white killer cop
And others stood by
As a black man's heart stopped!

Now, these are DEATHS!
We HAVE to RECEIVE!
Deaths of our innocence
We no longer believe
In man's basic goodness
No way it's retrieved
We must accept now
And we have to GRIEVE.

My father survived WWII
Lived 93 years in this mortal stew.
But now he's left... years ago? TWO.

When I was a child
Oh, SO long ago
I used to LOVE thunderstorms...

... what did I know?

R.I.P. Clinton Eugene Jarvis

SoulSurvivor
Cathy Jarvis
(C) 5/30/2020
I wrote this a while back. My dad died in May. I still struggle with grief. I know others who are going through it right now. I can relate.
Nov 2020 · 74
$10 Death
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Cracks in her eyelids
Sweat on her skin
Her hair is in dreadlocks
Scabs on her shins

Sleep tight little native
Of the land of Nod
The sandman will come to you
He is your god

You scratch with cracked nails
The needles & spoons
Fentynal takes you
To marshmallow moon's

Cracks on your eyelids
The tieoff that binds
The narcolepsy
Closes your blinds

What is your idol?
What's hiding there?
Who are you worshiping
Who answers your prayers?

He waits with arms open
Bright shining knight
Man on the street
The green or the white

Don't be blue, baby
You're struggling for breath
Then you're a statistic

A $10 death.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/19/2020
Nov 2020 · 267
Momentum of Stasis
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Looting. Burning.
Building's fire.
They rob and mob.
They do not tire.
Some are anarchists.
Some for hire.
The TV blasts. It is a liar.
An airplane skims
a telephone wire.

Where is it going?
Where can it land?
Every runway
shifting sand.
All citizens
are in their bands.
We are under
Judgement's Hand.

America.
Alive with stasis.
All opponents
in their places.
No room for love
in those rat races.
We could be gone
without any traces.

No trace of culture.
No money earned.
All gain is stealing.
Compassion spurned.
Museums raided.
Books are burned.

Hard to watch it.
Trees are felled.
Racial violence.
Hatred sells.
Anthropology
gone to hell.

All hope is
A WISHING WELL.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/18/2020
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