I am a poetry site addict.
I get on a site, and I just
Don't know when
To stop writing.
I'm not kidding.
I'm serious.

I'm also a people pleaser.
I want people to like me.
So I overwhelm them
And try too hard.

I love to bless people and
Make them feel good
About themselves.
But it can get to be
Too much of a
Good thing.

I have a thyroid condition
And slight bi polar mania
At times. I'm medicated,
Which helps. But I can't
Sleep when the writing
Bug hits.

You may be saying to
Yourselves, what?!
That's great for a
Writer! But it really
Isn't. Cause I alienate
People. I really would
Rather read and
Leave the writing
Alone for a while.

Please forgive me.
I'm truly not trying to
Overwhelm. I just love to
Write so much.

Thanks for understanding,
And for all your inspiration.
All my comments, etc
ARE SINCERE!!!


Soul :)

... the thing to fear is not LOVE!!!!

It's the incapacity to do so.


SoulSurvivor

... Happy's not a dwarf!
It's putting your feet into the surf
As you sit on the wharf.

It's watching people walking
Under the sky above,
Knowing they have happiness
Knowing they're in love.

It's watching kittens playing
With bright ***** of string,
It's balloons that rise
And butterflies
And swallows on the wing!

It's more than just a feeling
It's river rafting on a tube
Your **** is in that doughnut
It's just that attitude!

You know that there are rocks beneath,
But blue sky is all you see,
So even if you hit some bumps

You are, in essence, free!


SoulSurvivor

There was a troll under a byte
The computer bridge of sighs
He/she/it had nothing to do
But spread rumors and lies.

The women may look like Grendel
The men may look like orcs
But they have real cool avatars
So you don't smell the pork.

They hide and lurk until they see
Someone who's writing's art.
When they see a heart of light
They surface like a shark.

I was just a little lamb,
Walking o'r the brook
Minding my own business
When the Jaws of trollhood looked.

He/she/it saw a broken heart
That yet still had a light,
So he/she/it came up from the deep
And thought to take a bite!

But the monster didn't see
A very important thing.
I was not alone
But in the company of The King!!!

So when the horrid troll
Thought to make his bid
Jesus then EXPOSED IT...

YOU DON'T MESS WITH HIS KIDS!!!


SoulSurvivor

I want to do a challenge on this site!
I see Joe Cole has a current one.
Could someone message me with
a link to his post regarding this,
or give me a brief description?

Thanks!

Religion is for those who are
afraid of going to hell.

Spirituality is for those who have

ALREADY BEEN THERE.

I dumped all the media
Out of my mind ages ago.
All they want is to control.
A poet should NEVER be controlled.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

Oh, God! Why can't you
just take me back Home?

In the annals of New York City
An amazing hero is acclaimed,
Known as "The man in the red bandana"
Welles Remy Crowther was his name.

Born in Nineteen seventy seven,
This New Yorker, born and bred,
Could have escaped death's destruction,
But chose to rescue folks instead.

All his life he cared for people,
Loved his family, kept them dear,
But on that day of 9/11
His higher purpose became clear.

An Honor Student, Lacrosse player,
Former fire fighter, too,
When explosions rocked the building,
Welles knew what he must do.

Rescuing with calm authority,
Directing people toward the doors,
He found a woman so disabled
He carried her to the 61st floor.

In the end, before death took him,
Twelve people were brought out, saved.
No one knows where Welles is buried
In his 9/11 grave.

Later, when his mother told
Of the red bandana Welles had,
The survivors saw his picture,
And knew Welles was the brave lad.

Only 26 years old,
Welles Crowther manned up in strife,
That young man is New York's hero...

... for twelve gave HIS VERY LIFE.


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 11, 2014
13th anniversary of 9/11

Here is another of my spoken word poems.
It was produced last year. The link is:

htps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
rRXGks-0H9M

Hope you enjoy it!


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis

I had a spoken word poem produced
last year. You can find the link at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
IoAeA6nYH5A

You may have to stretch your mind to
credit this. But truth is stranger than fiction...


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis

... at the poetry site,
Didn't go to bed 'til 3
I'm agog, my brain is fogged
I'm so tired I can't see!

Up all night
It is a fight
To keep myself awake!
I don't know which way to go,
My sanity's at stake!

Up all night
By iPad light
Hours I shouldn't keep!
I should slow, this I know,
I really need the sleep!

Up all night
Is not too bright!
I must live by conviction!
This I'll do, but I am blue
With poetry addiction!

Up all night
It isn't right
To have an aching head
Weary to bone, when I get home
I put myself to BED!!!


Soul Survivor

Bored poets write ennui
Sad poets psalms
Bad poets penning's
Are made into songs

Silly poets write limericks
And limericks they read
Drunk poets write scribbles
Drunk on their mead

Angry young men
Write rants by the hour
Wide-eyed young girls write
Of bunnies and flowers

Idiots write nonsense
Off the seat of their pants,
Got news for you, scoffers!
So do savants!

Gays write of rainbows
Saints of sonnets of old,
Storytellers write
pirate plunder and gold.

Broken poets write humbly
Strong writes unadorned,
Happy
write of roses

 Bleeding poets of thorns.


Soul Survivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

I am a sentinel ~ poet of stone.
Standing apart ~ standing alone.

I do not ****** ~ no toast from a glass.
I do not think ~ about things of the past.

I am no wooden flute~ played with lightness and ease,
My breathing on earth ~ has long ago ceased.

I'm no longer able ~ to hear and to talk,
But, when I move ~ YOU WILL HEAR ME WALK

I'm not man or woman ~ I'm not boy or girl
I no longer see ~ with the eyes of this world.

I cannot touch ~ and I cannot feel
But I can exist ~ I assure you, I'm real.

I'm on an Easter island ~ a massive stone head
All those who made me ~ are long ago dead.

I am the likeness ~ of their greatest god
But they're all gone now ~ isn't that odd?

Those great stone carvings ~ a metaphor be

Those silent stones ~ are actually ME.



Repost
Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2014

This is a long poem, but well worth
the time, you'll find.

Marjorie picks up the phone,
She's quite sure that she's alone.
Punches in her "good friend's" number,
She's excited... it's no wonder!
Something naughty to convey,
Can't wait to tell, can't wait to say!
"Hello, Sally? Yeah... it's me!
I'm at the window, and guess what I see!
You know that ***** across the way?
She's with another man today!
Hannah's hubby, right next door.
Can you believe that little *****?!!
I'm telling you cuz I'm your friend
This wicked business has to end!
Wait a minute... there they go!
They're leaving! And I'll bet you know
Where they're headed, oh, you bet...

... a motel room is what they'll get!

-chorus-
Juicy fruit spills from the lips.
Open mouth, and out it slips.
Sweet as strychnine to the tongue
Where the poison apple's hung.
If you have nothin' nice to say,
We're all ears! Come our way!
There's a tale to be told,
Don't matter if you're young or old,
It's a secret on the block...

... if it's scandalous let's TALK!!!

Sally Jo hangs up her cell,
Calls a good "friend" as well!
"Hello, Jane, just talked to Marge,
Got some news, and it is LARGE!
You know that harlot up the street?
You'll never guess her latest meet!
Hannah's hubby! Oh, gee ****!
Can't BELIEVE this awful biz!
Marge told me, it can't be wrong,
They were KISSING on the lawn!
Then they drove off in his car...
They weren't going very far!
No-Tel Motel's where they're at.
Whatcha expect from an alley cat
Hannah's gonna flip her lid...

... I won't tell, so keep it hid...

-chorus-

The story spread around, of course.
Hannah's filing for divorce.
Then her hubby lost his job...

... as PASTOR of a CHURCH OF GOD

And the "*****"? Well. She died.
She committed suicide.

The REAL story was quite sad,
And I hope it makes you mad.
"Harlot's" son... he needed pills.
Guess no one knew that he was ill.
She wasn't goin' very far...

... and her pastor had a car.

Who's the culprit? Who's to blame?
Guess we all know her name.
Who's to count the tragic cost?
How many lives that lie had lost!
Her little boy went 'round the bend.
An alcoholic in the end.

The tongue can be a thing of praise,
Or ignite a mighty blaze!
So check you heart and check your mouth,
Make sure that it's not headin' south.
Kindness is joy in age or youth...

... you reap what you sow, and THAT'S the TRUTH!!!


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) July 5, 2010

Superheroes rule they say,
They are all the rage today.
But Jesus Christ's the one I seek...
He is strong where I am weak!

-chorus-
Jesus is stronger than Superman,
Jesus is mighty He has a plan,
Jesus could save the whole wide world...
Every man, woman, boy and girl!

Could Ironman ever heal the sick?
Thor or Jesus, take your pick!
That Green Hornet has a car,
But Jesus is the Morning Star...

-chorus-

The world has Fantastic Four
But Jesus Christ can feed the poor,
Can Batman walk upon the sea?
Could Spidy die for you and me?

-chorus-

There's no reason to wonder why,
Jesus Christ's my kinda guy!
He will save you! Yes! He can!
'Cause Jesus is stronger than Superman!

Jesus is stronger than Superman,
He saved me! I am His fan!
Jesus Reigns! He'll rule the world!
Every man, woman, boy and girl!


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2011

Legs that didn't want to do anything
all day suddenly all ready to go...

... when your head hits the pillow.


20W
Soul Survivor