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Sep 2014 · 1.5k
estuary
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
at the end of my fantasy
reality gapes



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
At random
Sep 2014 · 286
Science vs Faith
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
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Science is the proof of things
not seen, but found true
by repeated testing.

i.e. the BRAIN

Faith is the proof of things
not seen but found true
by stepping into space

i.e. Creative thought

*The MIND can only
Think a dream!
Ergo ~ all dreamers have faith!
What is a poet but a dreamer?

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
The poem was very different
Not your ordinary write...
worded quite uniquely
the message fresh and bright.
I was so inspired I stayed up
Half the night
I wanted perfection it had
To be just right
When at last i finished it
I put it on the site.

The company of strangers
The company of friends
The company of other poets
Who's work is towards
These ends
We read all these
new concepts
Inspiration lends
We put out ideas
Their pathways wind and wend
We type in our computers
Edit and press send.

As many poems as poets
As many ways to say
Hello world! Many countries
On any given day
We write like knight's in
Armour headed for the frey
Our messages bright colors
Or maybe only grey
Destination is creation

*Hello Poetry the way!
I just want to say that I am amazed by this site
It has been said before
By better poets than I
But I want to express that
If creative energy
Were electric
We could light up
Paris. New York. Rome.
Hong Kong. Los Angeles
Are you getting the picture?
Sep 2014 · 727
Hands off my Melz!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
This poem is dedicated to her...

The waves upon
Our sore bare feet
The water in
The desert's heat.
The flowers growing
From the street
The breeze that's blowing
Through the wheat
The neighbor that
You finally meet
Who's friendly with
A smile to greet
Who bids you
Come and have a seat

The story that your
Grandma tells
The ringing of bright
Silver bells,
Fountains from
the deepest wells
Those are poems

From my Melz!



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
Melz was one of the first
To greet me back here.
She was having some troubles
With certain individuals.
They are sorry and
have backed off...

Thanks!
Sep 2014 · 1.1k
Nitty Gritty Ink
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Tears through the
paper and
scours the mind raw**


Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
Again inspired by other poetry
Specifically a write by Denzelle Tucker
Sep 2014 · 922
Fire Hydrant
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
They broke the fire hydrant
to rain water on
the street urchins

the city's tears**


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
I got this inspiration
reading a poem
Sep 2014 · 5.5k
Truly Tough
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
How can you be truly tough
In this painful world?
How can you stand firm
When the spears of agony are hurled?

Most people in the proud US of A
Don't have a clue of the
price they have to pay.

Western people do not know
What hardship really is.
So gratitude is lacking...
It is this...


Gratitude is having a ***
That doesn't leak,
To walk miles for diseased
Water from a creek.

Gratitude in thanking God
For the dry wood
To cook the rice or millet
For your food.

Gratitude is finding
A pair of shoes
In a garbage heap
That you can use.

Gratitude is finding
Pesos in your hand
When you beg the streets
In a poor land.

Gratitude is escaping
Vicious thugs
Who deal in human
Trafficking and drugs.

Gratitude is Hellen Keller
With no hope
Finding Annie Sullivan
To cope.

Gratitude is having NOTHING
And in pain
On one's deathbed, but yet
The fact remains

They are redeemed
And they have Lord Jesus' grace
So they know that they
Will look in his sweet face.

Being tough is seeing life
As is and still not breaking
Being brave and looking
Not forsaking

Being tough is a
Mental attitude.
Loving God and thanking Him

It's GRATITUDE.**


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
I think the above says it all.
I want to thank quinnfinn for
The inspiration.
Sep 2014 · 671
Egghead [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
()()()()()()()()()()()()

He never needed electrolysis
he was a

BALD FACED LIAR


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
Known a few of those?
There's a deeper meaning here
Many so called geniuses
Deny God exists.

They already KNOW evolutionism
Cannot be correct.
The human vs ape genome are too disparate

ERGO...,THEY LIE!!!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
... I am a New Creature in Christ Jesus.


My past is history.

The future's a mystery.

I have a great gift... NOW

That's why they call it the present


Also, see my new avatar.
I've decided to lose weight for real.
I'll be changing my avatar with
Each 10 lbs I lose.
At one time I lost 138 lbs through
A healthy diet and exercise.
If I did it once, I can do it again!


A lady named Catherine, a poet,
Had a bad past, but forgoes it,
She had some guts
No ifs ands or buts
She was in Christ and she

SHOWED IT!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
Love you all! <3
Sep 2014 · 1.0k
The Love Walk
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
I walked a lonely street
I heard the church bells chime
I felt out of rhythm
I felt out of rhyme

Then all of a sudden
a purse thief ran by me!
He took my slender purse!
All my money for the week!

Then as I walked farther
by a puddle lying there
a semi rushed right thru it!
Water everywhere!

Then as I continued
walking up the way
a mugger came up to me
wanting me to pay!

I had zero money
as the thief had snatched my purse
I thought, this is horrible!
It couldn't get much worse!

But, my friends, it did.
The mugger was enraged!
That I had no money
thought to put me in the grave!

So he up and shot me!
Yes, I tell you true.
He shot me in the chest
so a crimson flower bloomed.

The people all around me
would not help a whit!
Didn't want to be involved
so I had to sit

With blood flowing everywhere!
Then a man he happened by.
He heard my desperation
and listened to my cries.

He had little money
but what little he had did give
that I could find a taxi.
That I at last could live!

I was so very grateful
for his help that day
I asked him his name
and told him I would pray.

For he was a homeless man
I'd seen him around.
Always bright and cheery
never with a frown

He said, "Pray not for me my sister,
for I am not in need.
You pray for the others
For their dishonesty and greed.

They need your prayers, my sister.
Yes, they surely do.
Not only will it help them out
It will comfort you.

I never saw the man again.
He came 'round no more.
He was never at his daily haunts
by the old church door.

I did as he suggested
It was release to pray
I believe he was an angel

and I found Love that day


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
1 Corinthians 13
Also called The Love Chapter
I just read a poem by Weeping Willow
It inspired this

I really do pray for the people
Who hurt me. I get angry
At times and vent.
But generally I'm pretty happy.
I don't hold the
bitterness in my
HEART
Sep 2014 · 335
Sweet and Low
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Give me a
scathing frown
anytime
over an
insincere compliment!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
I'm not the one to practice
your backhand on.
I don't play.
Not saying anyone here.
You all are awesome!
I'm just sayin'
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Where is the wraith of
inspiration?
Where does the flow
Consciousness abide?
Where is the fulsome fire
of thought?
Where in the human mind
does it reside?

Words, like motes of dust,
float free in air,
but how does one get
the ideas, poet's
flare?

Ah! The motes hid from light!
It is not odd,
They are the
      *unconsciousness
                          the light of

                                            GOD
This is the best way I can describe
The inspiration of the word.
They float in the light of our
Conscious mind, but there are
Others not exposed to that light
Yet we use them. I believe these
Are the ideas divinely inspired.
Sep 2014 · 453
Growing
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Roots ain't pretty
But without them
there would be no flowers



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
If I hadn't been through all I did
I wouldn't have the compassionate
insight that I have now.
I'm glad my past had some dirt.
A plant needs soil to grow.
Sep 2014 · 400
Poem Reading 101
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
I saw something on my site which
Really gave me pause..
I saw that in one minute
Three poems got applause!

Now, I could understand
It they were 10W shorts
But one was very long and deep...
... I'm really out of sorts!

I read every WORD of yours!
Long, short, push or shove,
If you are going to place a heart
Do so out of LOVE!
Thank you.
Sep 2014 · 318
Image [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Some poems are
written in ink

some graven in

STONE


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
Just sayin' that while
all poets are equal
all poems are not.
There are times when fluff
can resonate in our hearts
even more deeply than
Shakespeare as well!
Sep 2014 · 497
Bleed
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Bleed! My poet...
Again I say, BLEED!

Let your blood be posted!
Can't you feel the need?

Let the world know your angst!
Let the world know your mind!
Let the world know your joy!
Let the rhythm know your rhyme!

Bleed! My poet...
Again I say BLEED!

Without blood the flesh dies!
Are you dead... indeed?


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
I see a great many poets posting more
REAL work. Getting down to brass tacks.
That's a great thing to see!

There is nothing wrong with
"Feel good" and nature poetry.
But sometimes the very poets who
Write it are dying inside!

We inhale words and our
Surroundings. The catharsis comes
In our lungs, the mind/soul/spirit.
These very lungs oxygenate the
Thing that keeps us alive... Poetry!
We HAVE to bleed!!!

(better read than dead)!!!!
Sep 2014 · 605
Forgiveness?
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
How do you forgive
when your enemies
won't let the wound heal?

Easy.

Imagine you were

THEM


SoulSurvivor
I wouldn't want to be them for
NOTHIN.
Sep 2014 · 330
Shades [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Rose colored glasses are great
But most sunglasses are grey.


SoulSurvivor
Or brown.
Perhaps more appropriate.
Sep 2014 · 3.5k
Injustice
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Life ain't fair.
Nor even partly cloudy.

**It's a HURRICANE.
SoulSurvivor

Only the unjust seem to
Come out with their "do's" intact
Sep 2014 · 850
Who is a Hero?
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
A hero is a person who
has simply done as others do
until a certain point in time
when they step over safety's line.
Then they become something more
than a mere human, and have borne
another person's trial and pain
not thinking of their glory, gain.

A hero's the woman who waits and stays
and watches while the others play,
then takes the drinking people home,
wending her way to sleep alone.

A hero's the teen who looks and sees
a child's kite hung in the trees
and climbs farther than he should dare
to show the kid that someone cares.

The mutt who stays by master's side,
Alerting folks with howls and cries.
He may be cold, have to defend,
But he'll stay with his human friend.

The "Boys/Girls in Blue" this word deserve.
They bravely work. Protect and serve.
Dealing with crime and human woes,
They go where others will not go.

A fireman breaks down a door.
There could be backdraft, but does more,
because the baby in the room
will almost surely be consumed.
He's sustained wounds, and badly burnt,
but the little girl survives, unhurt.

The soldier who's sent to block, defend.
His buddy's met a painful end,
but hunkers down, takes back the field.
'Til the end he will not yield.


Jesus left His Father's home,
went to earth to walk alone.
He endured horrid trial and pain,
He took our sin, He took our shame.
The reason why He was so brave?
So that billions would be saved.


There are many more of us
Who do hard work while others fuss.
The single moms and single dads,
Nowadays parents have it bad!
With no fanfare or applause
work long hours on thankless jobs.
They ensure kids do more than eat.
They can be schooled for greater feats.

And if a person takes the time
to bring some light, to let it shine,
to cheer up people down and blue

well, my friend,

that hero's YOU.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) February 21, 2009
Sep 2014 · 1.4k
Trolls [Acrostic]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Those who maliciously destroy
Reputations. They slime their way
Over the Internet. Completely
Lacking in courage, they go behind backs,
Lashing out at their victims with
Scurrilous versions of "the truth".



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
Sep 2014 · 430
Enigma
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
you
are chaste
yet you cry
*******
you can't
taste but
want still more
you are rigid, yet so plastic,
you're a ****** and a *****.
You're a wraith yet o so solid
You're pliable, yet never bend
still a square, you are yet Ovid
though you knit you also rend
Having grace, you're still
so awkward, having not
a thing great worth
going east you're
headed westward
coursing wind to
touch the earth
You're a liar
yet still truthful
of all things true
you practice art.
ancient being you
are still youthful
What are you?
The female
HEART.*


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
Sep 2014 · 207
Snarls
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
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                                              more flies...
SoulSurvivor
Sep 2014 · 2.2k
ISIS
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Goats in wolves clothing**


SoulSurvivor
That is giving wolves a bad rap.
Sorry quinnfinn...
Sep 2014 · 363
Straight and Narrow
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
The closest distance
between two points
is a straight line.

Must be the 2% think
we can't draw one.

That's why they
give us

*RULERS
o------------o


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
Don't know 'bout you, but
I can draw (conclusions) just fine...
Sep 2014 · 255
Universal Law #1
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
To help others is to reap
what you have sown

The answers they
will find may be

YOUR OWN


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
J - Jesus first
O - others second
Y - yourself last

Not pop culture philosophy.
but often TRUE.
Sep 2014 · 266
Bleached [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Love gives
life its color.
Without it

shadows
are pale



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
Thank you, James, for the inspiration!
Sep 2014 · 375
"(0)v(0)"
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
If owls are so wise,
why do they say

WHO?

10W
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
The answer?
GOD
Sep 2014 · 193
Untitled
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
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Fireworks fade... respect lasts.
I never want to be in
a relationship sans
mutual respect
ever again

SoulSurvivor
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
In the castles black with dawning
broken vessels hold the light
where the vassals stand a'yawning
woken by the dead of night

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Where the flowers whither rhythm
where the rhymes are drops of dust
metered moonbeams lie
within them
in their melodies we trust

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Can we only see the lanterns
lit for us by frosty dew?
Can we yet hear all the patterns
colors bled for me and you?

Songs for aging children, come
aging children

*I AM ONE!
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014

Based on a song by Joni Mitchell
I strongly suggest listening to it
a more hauntingly beautiful
song has scarcely been written.
Sep 2014 · 311
Inspiration
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
How can a poet be
inspired
holding their

BREATH?

To breathe is needful
The option?

Death


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
I'm just going to go with
the flow!
I don't care about trending.
I just want to

BREATHE

(huge intake of air)

Ahhhhhhh!
Sep 2014 · 494
Heavy [Three Muses]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Heavy atmosphere
Lapping around my ankles.
Drawing me into its maelstrom.
Into its echo.
Chambers of my heart
Exploding as I try to breathe
Deeper than I should.
I exhale rust.

Heavy flames
All the torrential reigns
Of all hellish nightmares
Siphon off into a furnace of discomfiture.
I lean from your cool hands
To welcome the backdraft.

Heavy earth**
What if you called me strong?
Would that be an epiphyte
Worthy of me? Nay.
You are more like.
While I, Atlas, hold the
World, spinning

you hold up my universe.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
These three poems are really
Unrelated to each other...
Or are they?
Sep 2014 · 3.0k
Hats [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
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I played with my brother's GI Joe.
Is that okay?
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014

You don't need to answer
that question ^_=
Sep 2014 · 748
Shooting Myself in the Foot
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
I'm writing too much.
I really don't brag!
I'm on a ******
Full on writer's jag!

I know I should stop
Or at least slow down,
But I'm having such fun!
Why should I frown?

I'm writing so much
I guess it's not fair,
The poems I write
Just don't go anywhere!

But I don't want the laurels
I don't want to trend,
What diff does it make
To me in the end?

There are many times
When my muse doesn't stay
She packs up her baggage
For long holidays!

So should I keep notebooks?
For these wintery ruts?
Store my poems up
Like a squirrel with nuts?

If I kept a notebook
It'd sure get right fat!
Cause, folks, you inspire!
It's as simple as that!

So here I am.
Poets, what should I do?
I certainly don't want
to alienate you!

If I stop writing
And posting them
I'll set aside notebooks
And take the cap off my pen.

I'll just keep up
The ideas seized
I won't be so eager
And wanting to please...

So here I go
My hat I do doff!
I'll be a good site friend...

... and just toddle off!
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
Sep 2014 · 378
Oddly Enuf [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
You are
somebody
because you are
willing to be

NOBODY


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
At least in God's eyes.
And in mine, too.
Sep 2014 · 462
Puffed
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Don't write out each thing you think!
How like venom is your ink!

A puff adder will bite a friend...
How much deadlier the pen!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
'Nuf said.
Sep 2014 · 329
Stick it out
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Have you trouble?
Deep despair?
Does it seem nobody cares?

Write it out!
In darkest shades!
The ink you use
Will never fade!

Don't give up
Though life's a pall
You decide to
Win or fall

Though it seems
There's naught in store
You can write
one sentence more!

And when it seems
You can't write further
Use your strength
And pen another

It's not taps
Or the clarion call
Life will be
The death of all



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
Don't be in a hurry
To exit your life, especially
If it has just begun
Don't think you're so low
You'll never see the light of day

Trust God and lean not
On your own understanding

Darkness lasts for a season
But joy comes in the morning!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
It seems there is some infighting
On this site. I know who started
It, and I want him to please stop.

I had a horrible experience on my
Last site due to this sort of
Stuff. I unknowingly helped to
Contribute to this, as I thought
This person the VICTIM. He,
Apparently, is not.

I'm profoundly sorry
I ever got involved.

Sincerely
Catherine
Sep 2014 · 375
Slipstream
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
nobody
ever
tells
us
how
to
live
life
...

we
find
someone
going
­somewhere
and
slide
into
their

S
L
I
P
S
T
R
E
A
M



SoulSurviv­or
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
Obviously this isn't always true.
But it seems to be true
In many lives.
Sep 2014 · 615
Amorphous
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
icy hot and crystalline
you fashion me
into the
molten dream

alive
awake
aware
in your furnace
blasted and
fused like metal

torrid winds sweep
your wraithlike
breath that
mists my
isinglass

how to be
you
tell
me
how
to be

I am amorphous


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
It's late at night.
This just sort of
emerged
Sep 2014 · 1.7k
Color
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
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@@@russet                                        purple@@@
@@­red yellow         \   /            orange teal@@
@@ochre violet     @@     puce lavender@@
@@green brown    ¥¥   turquoise navy@@
@@scarlet citrine   ¥¥    cerulean black@@
copper silver   ¥¥   golden bronze
peach wine  ¥¥   periwinkle
rose champagne ¥¥  blue chartreuse
carnation marigold     ¥¥  buff ecru mahogany
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@raven oriole                                  rainbow russet@
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I hope this works!
it should be viewed on an
iPad laptop or PC
Sep 2014 · 444
Flight or Flee?
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Poetry is like a paper airplane,
it only flies if

it's thrown out there!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
C'mon! Some of you out there
Are holdin' out on us!
Sep 2014 · 384
Insincerity [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
I can hear the hollow tears
echoing down your cheeks**


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 23, 2014
Sep 2014 · 409
Permafrost
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
How cold is your heart!*
said the shivering
ice to the

Northern Lights


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) March 15, 2014
Sep 2014 · 475
Beauty is an Inside Job
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
You put on your makeup
and your plastic face,
Your big wide smile
And your social grace,
You gaze out at
your penthouse view,
You're designer ready,
it's all 'bout you.
As you don your
full length mink
You look in the mirror
And you think,
I'm a beauty! What a ***!
Don't you know beauty
Is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine,
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
To meet your hubby,
keep him tight,
You meet your boy toy
Late tonight.
You order dinner,
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine for your glass.
Your friends all love you
You hobnob,
Don't you know
beauty is an inside job?

You exit the restaurant
to go to a show,
Hottest ticket
Don't you know.
Your hubby smiles
cuz you're on his arm
You're the classiest dame in town!

A homeless woman
Asks for a dime
You say get a watch
to determine the time!

You give to charity
Such a snob
Don't you know beauty
Is an inside job?

The beggar women begs again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
gave at the office
He starts to laugh
You cut her off
As she tries to pass.
Get a job is what you say
She won't eat at all today.
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly. You hear her sob.
Don't you know beauty
Is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold.
You're laid out in a coffin of gold.
She's comforted while you're bereft,
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There is no regarding persons with God
Because to him *BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C)  2013
Sep 2014 · 243
Learning how to BE...
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
To come to the present moment
Count and be aware of each and
Every breath.

Look around you and take in
The glory of what The Creator
has given you today.

Go outside, take your shoes off
And find a patch of grass.
Walk in it and feel the
Soft blades caress
Your toes.

Get back in tune with the
Living, breathing earth.

If you can't do this physically
Imagine it... Lie down and
Just BE.

Count your breaths. Breathe deeply.
Listen to your heart. By inches
We all move toward

*eternity.
You are a human BEing,
Not a human DOing.
Sep 2014 · 246
If I Were An Angel
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
If I were a holy angel
I'll tell you what I'd do
I'd paint the vibrant sunsets
and make sure the skies were blue.

I'd ask The Lord to bless me
that artistic jobs were mine
I'd distribute dewdrops
and polish them to shine!

I'd be happy helping people
I'd want to make them think
I'd inspire poets
and give them grist for ink.

I'd scatter the stardust
brighten up the moon
and busy up the butterflies
to make the flowers bloom.

I'd make each tiny snowflake
coat your panes with frost
and make sure the colors
in the rainbows are not lost.

But since I'm not an angel
I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll pray the holy angels

bring all these things to you!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 23, 2013
I wrote this while in a
lighthearted mood.
I don't know that angels do
all these things
but I like to think they do!
I hope this brightens your day!
Sep 2014 · 486
Purple
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
An amethyst worn
on breast of queens
or Hearts
for soldiers
used

The color worn by
Royalty
or the color
of a

*bruise
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 23, 2014

I'm very tired now.
I'm going to sleep.
Sep 2014 · 326
Test of Faith
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
All her life
a test of faith
her hope a ghost
her help a wraith.

To trust a weakness
to cry a loss
all feeling gone
at such a cost.

How to restore
for dead of night
the guttering lamp
the weakened light!

To take a chance
or to rescind
she, but a candle
in the wind.

God knew her worth.
She doth still weep.
He brought her from
the ******* heap.

In God she stands!
And does atone.
She finds her strength

in Christ alone.*



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 23, 2014
I have weaknesses.
They are my greatest strengths.
Sep 2014 · 334
Careful [10W]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Words carefully chosen
also have the greatest
power
to
CONVINCE


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 2014
I have made a decision.
I must write for the glory of The Lord.
the times are very dire
AND RUNNING OUT.
I must be about The Lord's business.
Thank you for continuing to read!

I add this also for Joe Cole's prompt.
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