~~^♡^~~

she prays
with beauty
her heart's
refrains
--
cleansed
of all
transgression's
stains
--
with tender mercy
love unfeigned
--
within me now
hope's joy

REMAINS



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/7/2016

>¡<

like a cygnet
i await the
lilly strewn liquid
of your love
where i can lap my
feet luxuriously
in your
idyll

>¡<

like a patch of soil
i await your root and seed
harrowed by your hands
turned under by your
undulating plows

>¡<

like an old shoe
i wait to cradle your heel
in comfort, and give you
the freedom to
point
a
toe

>¡<

like these things
i am not
comely
but like a
caterpillar
i await your
cocoon of carelessly
crumpled sheets
to preform my
metamorphosis
into the beautiful
Blue Mountain Swallowtail
you always knew

i could be*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/6/2016

here's a tale I will tell
of the supreme Master
of Rivendell
elfin Lord, just and wise
knowledge deep as elvish skies
darkly handsome, unearthly fair
silver circlet, midnight hair
greatest Power for him alone
eyes as deep as river stones
grey and lustrous, holding grace
broad of shoulder, fair of face
aquiline nose, chiseled jaw
Master of the Elves. Their law.
of his mercy his people sing
possessor of the elvish Ring
one of three, such Power possessed
he's the Lord, and thusly blessed
he's seen grief and was forsaken
his beloved wife was taken
to Mordor and was in suffering bound
with the Orcs deep underground
father of the maid Arwen
who's in love with the human King
deep pain of mind, Elrond's aware
that he must leave this daughter there
in human kingdom Middle Earth
for her love has lifetime worth
but Strider will soon pass away
while Arwen has immortal days
though her love's surpassing fine
she will one day weep and pine
without her husband, all alone
for her people will be gone
they will one day sail far
following an elvish star
and of Frodo he's aware
the Hobbit will go to Sauron's lair
generous, gentle, yet supremely strong
he will help Frodo along
elvish war-mail and provision
he directs with great vision

noble King of Rivendell
at once gracious
yet mighty, fell
his word, ever,
is his bond
Hobbit friend
the great

ELROND


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/5/2016

^¡^

everyone has a voice here
every note will flow
some of us are nightingales
some of us are crows
some of us are magpies
collecting shiny things
some of us canaries
which in the coalmine sing
some of us are larks
singing in the copse
some of us are ravens
gathered 'round a corpse
some are Laughing *******
who scream to beat the band
some of us are ostrich
with our heads in sand
some of us can "Twitter"
how we love our "tweets"!
some of us are silly coots
with funny orange feet!
some of us are toucan
with beaks that are outgrown
some of us are parrots
with a beak that's not our own
some of us are robins
hopping on the lawn
some of us are lovely
angelic, graceful swans
some of us are mockingbirds
yes, you could fit that bill
some are birds with feathers
which make a lovely quill
some of us are peacocks
great beauties, but a bore
some of us are hawks
which o'r deep canyons soar

some of us are eagles
symbols of our call
I welcome you to
birdland
where we are poets

ALL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/4/2016

>>===> you aren't going <===<<

THAT WAY!


:D Catherine

they sometimes say
yes the taste of
poison cloys
but in the end it kills its host
in wickedness
destroys

the sweet and saccharin flavor
that revenge imparts
is nothing to the honey
the milk of kindness
brings the

HEART



SoulSurvivor
2/3/2016

shines through the dark
through the sky
of blackness stark

my brave little light
beams far and wide
this small star
won't be denied

it's every planet
every star to flit
it's every fire
ever lit

it's every lightbulb
every moon
It'll shine
just like high noon

it's every candle
upon your sill
it's a city
on a hill

it won't go out
it won't dim
it won't be blocked
it exalts Him

it beacons out
through darkest night
it shows the Way

my brave little light



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/2/2016

have the words
to weave the magic carpets
that take us on virtual
trips to

heaven

or

*HELL*

you choose

their
forms
like
wax
melted
in
white
smears
down
their
vase

star­s
abandon
them

their
moon
eclipsed

beautiful
still
the
sun
whic­h
once
sustained
them
is
now
their
sworn
enemy

and
their
cloying­
scent
fills
only
the
nostrils
of

the

dead



SoulSurvivor
(C­) 1/31/2016

\/
|
it is
a skittish
little beast
though
nothing
harms it
/\/\/\        in the least         /\/\/\
●•○        a living thing       ○●•
○●•°       of red and black     ●○•°
○●°••●○●°if you touch it●○°•●○●○•
○●••●•○°○●it attacks!●○°••●○●•
this lizard snaps
this creature bites
it will engage and
hang on tight! So
be careful where
you step • because
of poison it's adept
as you're walking
●•°○up a trail • carry••○●
••●○••○sticks and do●○°•●○
●°°•●○°○•●not fail!○●•°●○•●○
●°○•      Gila Monsters     ●•○°
\/\/\/      you may goad      \/\/\/
so watch it
○•° son○●°
●°• they●°○
○●own●○
●°•the○●°
•°○● R○●°•°
○••●O○°•●
°•○●A●°•○
°•●○D○●°•
○•°●○•●
°●○•
°•○●
●○­°•
●○.
●

°°•●●☆●○•°°

to perceive with the mind of
Edgar Allan Poe
is to view the light in shades
and conceive of
purest black shadows
in the midnight heart of

BRILLIANCE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/30/2016

what is poetic function?
the purpose of the muse?
can what poets labor at
be of any earthly use?

here we sit and ponder
nature's beauty found
our muse will make us wander
and take us off the ground

we soar o'r the canyons
we have ne'r seen
she depicts the colors
orange, red and yellow green

she controls the vertical
the horizontal, too
she'll wrench from you heartache
make you write the blues

she'll give you the music
write notes upon your brain
then when she has done it
words are written in refrains

sometimes it's the opposite
the lyrics are rehearsed
then music flows out from them
and the process is reversed

sometimes she is whimsical
sometimes she is deep
sometimes the best poetry
is written in our sleep

sometimes she is joyful
sometimes full of angst
sometimes she will teach us
sometimes she pulls pranks

she takes us to the seashore
she takes us to the park
she gives us the penknife
to carve our words on bark

she takes us to countries
to see folk starving there
she takes us to ghettos
so we can write despair

she rides the horsehead nebula
she straddles the moon
she lassoes the stars
she brightens up the gloom

she sorts all the words out
in our poor wee minds
sometimes we get ideas
from the words our muse will find

she may talk of God's things
to draw people nigh Him
or she may be atheistic
and urge us to deny Him

but she's always relevant
even though she's lazy
you may think her strange
you may say she's crazy

she'll talk to poets softly
love's passion to want
or she'll scream and rage!
she'll come on in a rant!

but any way she manifests
beauty clothes her form
even though she's naked
as the day that she was born

let her grow and nurture her
she'll come up like a tree
but do not try to cage her
she'll always break free!

in that case you're without her
you'll have trouble then!
you'll ball up your paper
and throw away your pen!

so, be kind to sister muse
feed her goodly things
you'll have found poems abound

she will give you

WINGS!

so what's poetry's purpose
when all is said and done?
TO TAKE
OTHERS WITH YOU!
then
my friends

YOU'VE WON!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016

"Come to me, all you that are weary
and are carrying heavy burdens
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you,
and learn from me; for I am gentle
and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light."

Mathew 11:28 NRSV


You carry heavy burdens
of options you have few
I know it is great hardship
for I was once like you
I had a weary heart and mind
walking in your shoes
but I found a Helper
In Him I was imbued
So take His yoke upon you
He will help with all you do

when the Word was written
two oxen used to plow
and were yoked to the heavy carts
great burdens to allow

two* oxen were used
held together with yokes of wood
one was inexperienced
the other understood

one was young and weaker
the other strong and hale
it would help the weaker one
who may slip and fail

it would stand by patiently
while the young one balked and grumbled
it would lift the weaker beast
if it fell or stumbled

this is what our Lord does
He helps when we slide
if we take His yoke upon us
and in Him abide

are you weak and tired?
under burdens groan?
Take His yoke upon you

and you'll
NEVER BE ALONE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016

@--\------


fragile
as a mist
over
the
placid
lake
of
slumber

mirror
of
moonlit
ponds

ma­uve
mysterious
midnight

murmuring
scented
secrets
to
the
sachet
­skies

Sirius
spinning
subterfuge

luminous
loquacious
liquid
lig­ht

pours
roses of glass
out of organic
orafic
edifices

equinoxes
edifying
garish
gardens

burnt­ in
effigy

glass rose
thorns
broken
off
shattering
into
brilliantly
scintillating
­
sand



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016

Bright Seraphim in glorious light
Existing for God's praise
You circle Him in endless flight
You dip and soar with grace
Six wing's angels, silver robed
You fly above His throne
His brilliant glory shines and strobes
You lift your voice as one

Holy Holy Holy
Holy is the Lamb
He, the One unchanging
The faithful Son of Man

O, Seraphim, lovely as gems
Yet can't behold the beams
Of the light that brings renewal
And causes you to sing
You cover up your glowing eyes
With crystal feathers bright
For God's glory undisguised
Would blind you with it's might

Yet through your feathers you still see
Our Lord's spectrum's glow
Until in heaven he shall be
These hues no man can know

(chorus)

Faces in ecstatic pose
You sing in beauty found
Only in this glorious host
So lifted from the ground

O, Seraphim, bright jewels of God
You are a mighty throng
Lord Jehovah you will laud
And raise His praise with song

(chorus)


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/28/2016

-o-o-o-o-o-

unforgiveness
is the chain
which shackles you
to your
PAIN

10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016

-o-o-o-o-o-

in forgiving others
you actually break the
chains from

YOURSELF

10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016

I AM TAKING A HIATUS
TO DO SOME
FORGIVENESS WORKS

I CARE FOR YOU ALL

See you soon!

~♡~♡~♡~

~~~

I walk toward forgiveness
a mountain steep and high
the cold wind catches my breath
as I hike toward the sky

how can I endure this pain
these perpetrators wrought?
don't they know how much they hurt me
the suffering they brought?

why did GOD allow it?
why didn't HE step in?
why did He let them wound me so?
why did He let them win?

as I search for a foothold
in a rough and rugged climb
I search for the answers
I ask for a sign

"look back at the trailhead"
is what the Lord replied
I saw there a rugged cross
where He bled and died

"I suffered persecution.
is it too hard for you
to understand my loving grace
should cover those folks too?

"while you hold your hatred
even though you have the grounds
you keep them shackled to you
in you they are bound!

"I know it's difficult, my child
for very hurt you've been
but I can't forgive you, Cathy
UNTIL YOU FORGIVE THEM

so i made a list of people
forgave and checked them off
one by one the devils strongholds
of hatred were broken off!

and so i made my way
sometimes the path was hard
but i did stop to take breathers
resting in the Lord

stange as this may seem to you
as I neared the top
the frigid wind buffeting me
seemed to lessen -
STOP!

when I stood upon the summit
it was a gentle breeze!
there were flowers everywhere!
it was 80 degrees!

I'd never seen such beauty!
as though a flag unfurled
I stood there on that mountaintop
saw the entire world!

the happiness flowed through me
I did, finally, forgive
all those who had hurt me
I could finally

LIVE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/25/2016

~~~

what would you give
for YOUR soul?


SoulSURVIVOR
1/24/2016

pounded
forged
heated

in
the
flames
of
hatred

a construct
of
*******
barbarism
becomes

banality


SoulSurvivor­
(C) 1/24/2016

can you not
be the moon?
she
filters
her light
behind clouds
in the gloom

O, fickle moon!
can you not
be as
stars?
they wink
at me softly
flirt as
Venus and Mars

O, gentle stars!
can you
take me away?
i want not
to see
the boldness
of day

for i'm so very tired
the light
blinds my eyes
the sun in its boldness
rules the
crystalline
skies

the skies
in their weakness
are soon
overcome

go back to your
hiding place

O, brazen sun


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/23/2016

twin
moons
we
revolve
around
the
same
Sun

bright
stars
neither
s­inner
nor
fully
sainted
as
death
has
not
reached
its
gnarled
claw­
toward
us
yet

but
sisters
we
are
fully

and
we
LOVE

OH!
how
we­

LOVE!

not
as
the
world
loves

much
more
than
a
groping
of
fl­esh

but
of

WORDS


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

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