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Jul 2017 · 679
for the freeing of the soul
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
~~<♢>~~

paper chosen
quill in hand
pondering or
obliging
a muse already
quick of wit
within the heart
residing
pen & paper have,
in written word,
set about
colliding

we write our mythology
we constillate the stars
we create our own legends
from nebulae afar
we sculpt our
classic statue
no storm can
ever mar

we color worlds with crayons
lavender and blue
or frame them
in computer screens
with pixels rainbow hues
nobody can tell us
our reality
ain't
TRUE!

we write
though indignation
we use pen as sword
against corrupt society
we can't fathom anymore
we call out politicians
and all elitist ******


~ lust & love ~

there are many muses
which can bring pain or bliss
but none as cruelly fickle
as the romance
of this
nor any as wondrous
as the beauty
of a
kiss


~ angst & despair ~


here is the morbid one
sowing her foul seeds
or she will spin her
silken threads
be careful of her deeds!
she sparkles like a
spider's web
is dressed in
widow's weeds


~ spirituality, religion & faith ~

there are vast multitudes
of hands which point us hence
and many roads to get there
and many an offense
I have found my trusted way
i sit not on a fence!
Jesus is my savior
and lives in
PRESENT TENSE!


~ nostalgia & the past ~


this muse is
made of metal
her jaws are red with rust
shadowed halls with paintings
and statues made of dust
or a pathway
through a garden
with fragrant blooms
in mist

but the greatest
muse of all
a friend to young or old
who makes us awed or timid
or bravehearted & bold
this one will always
help us
to get our story told
this muse is our great desire

for the freeing of the

SOUL



SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
This is something I've had drafted for a while. Then my dad became ill, and i didn't publish it. Thought I'd finally post it. Hope you enjoy reading!

The last few days have been a joy with my father's miraculous recovery. Watching from his bedside I've seen him go from a pale yellow skeletal figure, struggling for his very breath, to a calm, peacefully resting man, off his respirator and all pain meds.
All the doctors & nurses are baffled & amazed! Just as they were when he was CURED OF CANCER.

WE PRAYED FOR HIM THEN, TOO.

Thanks to you all for being patient with me. But I'm sure you can understand or relate.

♡♡♡ GOD BLESS YOU! ♡♡♡
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
As some of you know, my father was in crisis yesterday (7/8/17). He went into the ER at the Veteran's Hospital here in Tucson Arizona at around 10AM with tremendously labored breathing. The doctors were afraid he'd had a recurrence of the throat cancer he'd had in 2010. They were pretty much convinced of it, and we were prepared for the worst... but my prayer warriors and I prayed for the BEST.

At around 2PM he had a tracheostomy. They found out it was NOT cancer, but frozen vocal chords that were causing the distress! They used only light anesthetics, and he pulled through with flying colors. Hallelujah!!!

Now what they must determine is what caused the vocal chords to freeze. He could have had a mild stroke. But other than his throat problems he's in excellent shape for a man of 92!

Thank you all who sent us good thoughts and prayers. Those who read, and everyone on Hello Poetry...

YOU ARE ALL AWESOME!!

AND SO IS JESUS!! THANK YOU LORD!!


♡ Catherine
I would have posted this earlier, but I've been on the phone with friends & family.
Jul 2017 · 461
Behind on reading...
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
~~~

The poet holds her pen
Overwhelmed by the backlog
She writes of other things


Senryu
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
I've been ******* with taking care of mom and my father's illness. I'm sorry. Frankly, I've been depressed, too. I have trouble reading. And now my backlog is overwhelming. i know I've lost readership. It's ok. I understand.

I love you all.
Jul 2017 · 534
Date With Ben & Jerry's
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
Sat down with
My date Ben
It was the full moon
We ate with   
His friend Jerry
I brought along
My spoon

They were both
So engaging
They really brought
A smile
I had the
Americone Dream!
We chatted for a while

We'd gone out for
Sea food...
But the place was closed
So we had some
Phish food
Ben nearly proposed!

We got back to
My apartment
To watch some late TV
I put on
The Tonight Dough
We were happy
As can be!

Upon finding out
Ben & Jerry
Liked "The Dead"
I put on Cherry Garcia
That tune stuck
In my head!

Yup! It was a hot date!
I loosened up my belt
After a few minutes
I could see
Both of those guys melt!

But they were just
Half Baked
They ran out on me!
Now I'm just a
Chunky Monkey

As lonely as can be!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
Ordered some Cherry Garcia tonight... my favorite flavor!
Jul 2017 · 766
Hardwood
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
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   ----()----       
        |            
        |            

Carpenter still had
Splinters in His hands while
Crucified to wood


Senryu
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
He was delivered over to death for our sins, and was raised to life for our justification.

Romans 4:25 NIV

For God so loved the world that he gave His only begotten son that all who believe on Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

John 3:16
Jul 2017 · 52
C - R - A - Z - Y !!!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
Here I am
In your crazy ward
You've given me
The nut award
You keep me locked
You haven't heard?
I have a Sword...

It's called the WORD!

I've been chained
Yes, I've been bound
You've tethered me
To the ground
You smeared my
Good name all around
I've "lost my mind"?
NO! I'ts been FOUND!
You can't keep
The Faithful DOWN!

I'm C - R - A - Z - Y !!!
I don't fit in.
An aberration...

I'm C - R - A - Z - Y !!!
I don't belong
To any nation...

I'm C - R - A - Z - Y !!!
Won't play this
On your radio station...

I'm  C - R - A - Z - Y !!!
Guilty By association


According to some
It is a vice
To follow a man
Named Jesus Christ
But
He paid my debt
At such a price
I won't forget
His sacrifice

He healed the sick
The blind could see
Cleansed lepers
Set the captives free
He opened the door
To eternity
If belief in Him
Makes me cra-zee
Then lock me up
And throw the key!

[chorus]

Now, as then,
It's Satan's will
To use his cat's-paws
And his shills
Christ, crucified
On Golgotha's hill
He was shunned
And he was killed
But He ROSE!
HE'S LIVING STILL!


Our cities razed
In Satan's wake
All we've given
He just takes
Though I may burn
On his high stake
Though I cry, oh,
Though I shake
I won't end up
In the fiery lake

[chorus]


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/6/2017
I was once put in the mental hospital for "carrying my Bible everywhere and being a religious fanatic". I kid you not. They originally stated that I had been "walking around aimlessly in the sun with no food or water", but when I PROVED I'd been in church, and had food & water, they came up with the "religious fanatic" thing as their backup story.

Well, if following Jesus makes me crazy, then crown me with a tinfoil hat & hand me crayons!
Jul 2017 · 1.5k
WiFi Girl
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
I'm online, baby
I've sig(h)ned in
I've waited, honey
Where you been?

I've a LED-screen body
Icon lips
Silicon *******
Computer (c)hips

I'm your WiFi girl
I'm here to play
I'm your WiFi girl
I'll make your day
I'm your WiFi girl
You'd better pray
I'm your WiFi girl
Lead you astray


Watch me, baby
I'm just your type
I am lush and
I am ripe
Forget all the media hype

I can really turn you on
I was assembled
In Hong Kong
I will play you
Like a gong
Just click on me!
Just play along...

[chorus]

I will love you
Make you groan
I will iradiate your bones
I'm not YOURS
I'm just on loan
I'm not THERE.

You're all alone...

[chorus]


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/4/2017
Jul 2017 · 505
stellar traveler
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017


stars
are
lasers
performing
surgery
on the

flesh

of

time


[10W]
SøułSurvivør
7/3/2017
Einstein said that when something goes at the speed of light it goes backwards in time. When you look at a star you're looking at something that might not even be any more. Stars are all time going backward
Jul 2017 · 283
Matrix Moon
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
In a martini glass
Delineated by a constellation
The clouds are a gimlet
The moon a pearl onion
I am drunken with night

Nevertheless I am aware
I've attained a rare clarity
I perceive with a
Philosopher's acumen
My insanity LIGHT!

What we see is a series
Of X's and O's.
1's and 0's.
On it goes...

We are in The Matrix.
We are in a show.
Download the Rabbit hole...

... we are all *NEO.
I've seen reality *CHANGE!*
AND I WASN'T ON ACID!

Right after I was "Born Again"
(I hate that term as the crooked
Politicos use it) I opened my
Bible. THE WORDS ON THE PAGE
JUMPED OUT BEFORE MY EYES
And VIBRATED!

This is not the only time I've seen the matrix shift. There are LAYERS of it TOO. Dimensions. This is where the angels and demons reside. Sometimes the layers, like a film or a photographic image, OVERLAP. I'VE SEEN THIS. And HEARD IT.

Not everything can be seen or touched. But it's still REAL. I SAW/HEARD THESE THINGS STONE COLD SOBER.

IF THE UNIVERSE IS CHANGEABLE WHY NOT HAVE FAITH IT CAN BE CHANGED? That's when MIRACLES HAPPEN!

GOD CAN CHANGE THE MATRIX IF WE ONLY BELIEVE!
Jul 2017 · 249
edible sunset
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
raspberry sherbet
tangerine dream
on a silk of
light blue
whipping cream

edible sunset
lemon drop moon
how i wish
for a giant spoon!

but the mountains
steam with heat
so when the sunset
is complete

the piles boil
the clouds are stirred
and rendered

ashes of lavender


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/3/2017
I wish the air was as cooling as I've described the sunset at the outset of this poem! But it's too **** HOT!

Thanks for reading!
Jul 2017 · 14.1k
i
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
i
hold
my
breath
>¡<                  >¡<  
( >¡< )
             >¡<
>¡<             billions      >¡<      
of
butterflies
escape
my

ribcage


[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/2/2017
inspire

from Latin

in - into
spirare - breathe

literally to breathe in
Jul 2017 · 261
dreaming
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
steam slides stealthy
through demarcated
deadzones

egress in earnest
evades erstwhile
ozone

firmament freedom
fulsome and flatulent

pedantic ponderings
perused by the petulant

Baroque to the Gothic
baleful buttress

hopefully honing
the hooks of
injustice

l sleep in the city
and dream looking
down

men muse in their
countries, and covet

a crown


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/2/2017
Jul 2017 · 230
highjumper
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
~~~

a high highjumper
stumbled over the curb flat!
zero points for that!


[senryu]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/2/2017
Haiku is 5/7/5
and is about the
natural world.

Senryu is 5/7/5
about human nature
and foibles. Especially
regarding their irony.

I looked them both up.
These are, of course,
classic rules. They are
broken by
American haiku/senryu

But the rules of
Haiku - natural world
Senryu - human nature
still apply. Just sayin'.

My father's much better.
They gave him antibiotics
so his fever is down & he's
not hallucinating as much.
Thanks to all who cared enough
to wish him well. Prayers and
good thoughts still appreciated!
Jul 2017 · 335
My father's ill...
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
I will not be on site much until he's better. I apologize, as so many people have responded to my poetry lately. I'm going to write a poem to thank everybody when this is all over. But for right now I must stay in deep prayer. He has pneumonia. They think he aspirated some food. He's 92 years old so this is very dangerous for him. He's also hallucinating severely. Please send good thoughts/prayers.

♡♡♡ THANK YOU! ♡♡♡

♡ Catherine
Jul 2017 · 1.2k
My Prayer
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
Reposted for a friend.

My Prayer

Oh, dear Lord,
Please give to me
The graciousness
Of an apple tree.
It shares its fruit
With all in need,
Regardless of their
Race or creed,
And spreads a
Dappled shade of gray
For weary travelers
On their way.

The courage of a badger,
O doughy soul!
You'd see a *BEAR

Running from his hole!
He has a faith
I do not know...
Without a Bible
To tell him so.


The conscience of
A growing pearl,
The greatest gift
In all the world.
It gets yet larger
With each day...
Although it has
No mouth to pray
.

The gentle acceptance
Of deep grass,
Which bends to allow
Your winds to pass,
Then stands again
With stately grace
To look once more
In Your sun's face.

The freedom of
A flock of birds,
For they have surely
Heard Your words.

The cheerfulness
Of a laughing brook,
Which will pass a
Boulder without a look!

The industry of
A little bee...
The good of his fellows
Is all he sees.

The patience of
Eroding wind,
It'll carve out beauty
In the end.

The humility of
A daisy flower,
It knows it's beauty
Will last but hours.

The love within
A mother bear.
To the end
She'll always care.

The resounding strength
Of a mountain range.
To these the centuries
Are not strange.

The wisdom of
An ocean deep,
Which will, forever,
Its secrets keep.

All these things,
I do believe,
My spirit will,
In time, receive.

It is Your will
I must accept,
As I do the kingdom

*YOU HAVE KEPT.
I haven't put my name to this because I don't know how much of this I actually wrote. I penned it in a treatment center in Willcox Arizona. I don't remember the exact date. It just flowed out of me. Nonstop.

I believe this little prayer changed my life. Because God is certainly trying to work all those things into my life. I have been through extreme hardships. Addicted to drugs and alcohol for many years. And targeted by the Church of Scientology for over 20 years. I am nowhere near where I would like to be spiritually. But I'm certainly light-years from where I was.

I reposted this for a friend. I hope it is an inspiration to her, and you, reader.

Please forgive me for not being on site as much as I'd like. My father is ill, so I won't be on site much in the next few days. Thanks for understanding!

♡ Catherine
Jun 2017 · 279
Dear friends ~~~^♡^
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I will be off site most of the day. Your overwhelming responses to my poetry have so touched my heart! But I don't know how I'm going to respond to them all today. God willing I will be on the site tonight and tomorrow to read again. But today I have responsibilities I must take care of.

Thank you for your understanding and patience! I will be in touch tonight!

Blessings!
♡ Catherine
Jun 2017 · 365
Dream on...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I had a dream on
The tip of my tongue
That tasted very sweet
I took it off, like a CD
And put it on repeat...

It was like an old-time movie
Framed in black-and-white
A white-chocolate
Licorice drop
It played on
through the night

Then, all of a sudden
The cast of the show changed
Bogie & Bacall became
Something very strange!

They weren't exactly zombies
But they had changed!
Oh, no!
The dream was now
quite bitter
It was a horror show!

Yes! The leading lady
Was a POD PERSON! Man!
As she began her
Tell-tale scream
I took off... I RAN!

Next time you have
A pleasant dream
Remember that
they turn
Sometimes you can
Consume a thought
Which just gives you
heartburn!


Next time you taste
A sweet dream drop
And put it on repeat
Be sure you take
a grip-o-TUMS

'N BE CAREFUL
WHAT YOU EAT!



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/29/2017
This idea just popped up
OUTA nowhere... LOL!

If you don't get the reference to "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" GET THAT MOVIE!  IT'S GREAT!
Jun 2017 · 1.5k
chameleon
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
colors  
slide over  
ink-slick
○°○            skin           ○°○
○°○°             °○°○°          ○°○°
○°°○°○stretched○°○°°○
°°○○°○°°○°○°°○°○○°°
a skein of
furtive fabric  
wrought of woe    
and wrested    
from futility  
°°○°○°°○°○°°
pundits posture
○°°○°○°imposing ○°°○°○°
○○°○°°○°°postulating○°°○°°○
○°°○      ○°○their ○°○     ○°°○
○°○°      importance    ○°○°
°○°○°○         ○°°sleek°°○       °○○°○°
°○°○             insolence             °○°○
curls °°○
crafted○°
  churlish
     like a
             pre
          °°         hen
     °°          sile
       °○°○tail    


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/28/2017
I hope this comes out!
Jun 2017 · 296
Sing to me, oh my soul...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Night's tucked me in
Its soft wool blanket
The stars have kissed
My tears away
I lie here ready
And awaiting
For the end of
This life's day...

Sing to me, oh my Savior!
Sing to me, oh my soul!
I am through with
All my hardships
My life's tale
Has been told.
I am waiting
For a rising
My final rest
To so acquire
I let this flute of
Bones go silent
I see Chariots of Fire.


I have moved
10,000 mountains
In this life I've
Walked the earth
And if you're counting
The equator
I have run
Its very girth.
I have seen
10,000,000 starships
Taking off
Behind my eyes
I have heard
The screaming
Children
I have witnessed
Hell disguised...

[chorus]

If you don't think
There is a devil
Look into the
Face of fear
Look into a
Mother's eyes
When her children
Go to war
Look into the
Maw of "justice"
Jingoistic
Jaundiced JOKE
See the planes
Of Hiroshima
Cast The Bomb and

SMELL THE SMOKE

[chorus]

BRIDGE:
I lie here with
My blood a'soaking
Into barren,
Rocky ground
Soon the Rose will
Be a'growing
The sweetest e'r
To be found...



SøułSurvivør
(c) 6/27/2017
I'm going to try to sleep.
It's difficult sometimes.
I think of all the horrific
Things people experience
In other countries where
There's war. It makes me
SO sad! We caused so
Much of it! For WHAT?

G R E E D.
Jun 2017 · 764
Broken Pottery
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I am hieroglyphic pottery
Broken before my
Time'd begun...
I tried to piece myself
Together, but found
The puzzle overrun.

I couldn't find the
Precious fragment
With which to keep
The water in...
It flowed out, yellow
And stagnant
Full of sickness
Full of sin.

Yes, I'm a hieroglyphic
Vase... a bowl with
Pictographs and runes
I'm whole now, you'll
Find this is the case,
I found the piece!
This blessed boon!

My hieroglyphics are
A summer scene,
The piece I needed
And I won,
Was the part which
Soared the heavens
The constant
Ever faithful

*SON.
Nope. Won't stop talking 'bout
my Jesus! Without Him I
would be dead in every
sense of the word...
Jun 2017 · 1.0k
Gratitude List(ening)
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I have been grumbling
And complaining
I haven't thanked
The One sustaining
All my needs
The One restraining
Worse events
Than I'm retaining
I'm in need of
Some retraining

He is waiting
He is listening
For grateful heartstrings
Moist and glistening
For something He
Has seldom heard
A chord of thanks
In spoken word

Let us poets, as a crowd
Speak our thanks
Right out loud!
Of course, my friends,
You have a choice,
But read this poem
With your voice!

I'm grateful God
That You're there
I'm grateful I can
Breathe the air...

I'm grateful that
You made a tree
I'm grateful for
Our poetry
I'm grateful i have
Eyes to read
The inspiration
That i need...

I'm grateful i can
Take a drink
No muck and mire
For to sink
No sewage that
Brings death
And stink

That I have a
Mind to think
...

I'm grateful that
There's food to eat
No mud cookies
For my meat
I have a roof
I have a seat
I have shoes
Upon my feet...

I'm grateful,
Though there's
Pain and strife
I have this chance...
... for a good life!


There! You've READ IT!
All the while
Jesus listened...

*... and He smiled!
I'm not going to preach... much.

Haitian children were observed
Making mud cookies...
... and EATING THEM.

Even in the U.S. (Flint, Michigan)
The right of having clean
Drinking water was taken away!

We (I) have a LOT to be
Grateful for!

I'm going to visit
my father today. God willing
I can read tonight.

I want to thank all
My faithful readers...

♡♡ I'm grateful for you! ♡♡
Jun 2017 · 229
Meant To Be
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
On this day
There was a wedding
In the church
Just down the way
It was a touching
Thing of beauty
A TRUE love
Was bound that day.

Their story is like a
Fairytale...
The man came here
To make a start
Learning of our
Lovely planet
To nurture it
And be a part.
He met the
Sweetest woman
Even then she
Took his heart.

Her interest is
Early music
A muse which
This man also loved
She loved Scotland
All things Scottish
The man was
All of the above!
They became friends
And found their
Hearts met...
They fit together
Hand in glove!

Then came time
For him to leave here
Couldn't stay
Within the States.
T'was time he
Returned to Scotland
But their love
Did not abate.

The lady had a
Real talent - was given
Scholarship and then
Went across the
Great Atlantic
To England's lovely
Shores and fens.
There, in London
At a concert
They saw each other!
Met again!

There, their love grew
Like a garden
He, a Thistle
She a rose...
Finally he could
Wait no longer
He bought a ring
And he proposed.

The two lovers
Met in Tucson
To Tucson
They returned, you see,
And in holy matrimony
Their love was bound
But, at last, freed!

Their blossoms joined
In bliss forever...

For their love was

*MEANT TO BE!
With love,
Cathy Jarvis

To my sister Christina  
And her husband Martin
On their 29th wedding
Anniversary (woot! woot!)

Blessings! May you have
Many more happy
Years together!

Martin it the Thistle
Because he's Scottish
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
There's a Dove
That casts no shadow
Of its story I will tell
It has flown to
Highest heaven
It has sunk to
Lowest hell

It is pure as
Sparkling snowbanks
It could melt them
Like the Sun
In the end, as at beginning
Over evil, Victory's won!
It will fill your
Soul with longing
It is the End
'Fore time's begun.

There's a Lion
On the prairie
He has strength
That over-awes
In His Face
You'll see compassion
He forgives
Egregious flaws
You can find
Your comfort, solice,
You could sleep
Between His paws

He is ferocious
He's Protection
He is gentler than a lamb
Yet he has the
Greatest power
For he is God -
The strong I AM.

There's a Rose
Within a garden
It's blood red,
For It's been torn
The Rose itself
Has greatest beauty
Tho It wears a
Crown of thorns
It is pure as
Light unblemished
It has grown
For death was born.

It has a scent
Beyond comparing
It has light
That shines within
It has died,
And yet is living
With it's fade
It took your sin

Come, all you
So weak and weary!
All three of these,
The trinity,
Will come into
Your life together
Give you eyes,
That you may see!

Yes, come, bring
All your broken places,
Your heart, or so
The Bible goes,
You'll find help
You will find healing

The Dove, The Lion,
and The ROSE.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/24/2017
Have a wonderful Sunday!

Today is my sister's
Anniversary. Married over
30 years! I'm going to be busy
Making their present, and going
To the party we arranged for
Them... I will try to read tonight.
Thanks for understanding!

♡♡ God bless! ♡♡
Jun 2017 · 277
blank page
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
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hello, blank page.
you invite me to
fill your ******
surface with
the inky blemishes.

words of woe.

you've never known
pain. loss. heartache.
you've never known
hunger, want, or war.
never been *****
or pillaged.
denuded of all
grace and dignity,

until now.
but, no. I won't
wake you in this way.

blank page.
there you are, still.
I will not use a
forceful pen, now.
but the tender
strokes of love poetry.
you will blush
yourself to the shades
of a peach.
in a passionate, yet gentle,
hand will I take you to

******

perhaps i will, with
an expansive hand,
inform you of nature
or faraway places.

or with the greatest care
illuminate your barrenness
with the most beautiful
calligraphy.

fill your blandness
with great truth
and enlightened ******.

beatific beauty

but for now
I only touch you,
and inform you of
your nakedness.
you've been willfully
ignorant.

you are,
after all,
only


FOOLSCAP


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/23/2017
Jun 2017 · 216
Announcement :/
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I'm not getting ANY emails from Hello Poetry. So if you respond to one of my comments I'm not going to know...

Thanks!

♡ Catherine
Jun 2017 · 291
petrichor
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
": ,,''',,::' ':: ;,, ' ',, ::""
:: ' ",, ;"" ,, :'' ;; " ' ::''
================

on the soil
the scent of rain
said to flow
from the god's veins

smell like purple
fragrance rare
I'd like to bottle it
to wear!

petrified woods
where toads do climb
from the soil
after the rains

be ye wary
to say the least
they have a sweat
which can **** beasts!

~~~

come, my children
perhaps you'll see
how our nose

*can set us free
In Greek
PETRI: stone
CHOR: water said to run
from the veins of the gods

Colorado River Toads
lie dormant under the soil
waiting for the summer
monsoons, when they
errupt from their slumber

there is a substance
they exude which is
poisonous to dogs.
some people "lick toads"
to get high... ugh!
Jun 2017 · 367
biting back on my words
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
_____
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
/\/\/\/\
--------
wo                  wo
wor                   wor
words.           words.
words. words. words.
words. words. words.
words. words. wor
words. word


he who can rule his tounge
is greater than conquerors



[10W]
SøułSurvivør
6/22/2017
Jun 2017 · 220
In this life...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
... expect hardships and
you'll never be disappointed.


[10W]
SøułSurvivør
6/22/2017
I've never seen so many people in extreme hardship as I've encountered recently. We weren't promised a rose garden... but a vale of tears. I take life a moment at a time these days, embracing the struggle. All the things I experience, Jesus did, TOO. And MORE. It's a growth time for many. Making or breaking. If you feel yourself break, fall into the arms of Jesus... He's waiting for YOU.
Jun 2017 · 367
Heat is a living thing
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Heat lives.
It breathes.
It settles down over your prone body and presses on your chest, stealing your breath. The sweat on your forehead becomes tears, while the creature looks down with its ashen eyes... smiling...

Heat is a black cormorant, which dives deep into the heavens and scoops up the stars, spitting out only bones and darkness.

Heat is a hyena, which exists to harrass and nip at your Achilles tendon. All the while laughing its madness into your soul...

Heat is a demon, spawned of hellfire, steeped in its terrible ugliness...

The nightmare growth of cancer on the will and spirit...

Heat lives.
Heat breathes.

*Heat kills.
Our swampbox cooler is fixed. The nights are now bearable. Thanks for your prayers and good thoughts. Your support is appreciated more than you'll ever know.

The heat wave in the southwest is literally killing people. I have opportunity to go to air conditioning. Not everyone is so lucky.

There are many homeless here in Tucson. Some are so mentally ill they don't know how to handle this weather. There are elderly who are homebound with no proper cooling system. I would like to ask for prayers/good thoughts for them, too.

THANK YOU!
Jun 2017 · 365
I will be off site
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
We are having a record heat wave, and our cooler is broken. All my mom & I can do is get ice-packs & lie in front of the fans. Please pray/send good thoughts. My mom is 83, and this situation is potentially dangerous for her! We're going to visit my father where there IS air-conditioning later today... but that's no help right now!

Thanks!

♡ Catherine
Jun 2017 · 764
Historic Heatwave!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I'm melting in the
Tucson sun
We're having
Record highs
Sweat pours
Down my body
Getting in my eyes.

115° in the shade!
Still hot in the home!
All we have's a
Swamp box...
Cooled by that alone!

I'd rather live in
Snowy climes
I'd rather have it freeze
It's 9pm at night here
And 102 degrees!

At least when it is cold
You can bundle up
With cloth,
But in these
Record temperatures

*only so much to
TAKE OFF!
I haven't been on site due
To the heatwave... I'm just
WIPED OUT!

Prayers and good thoughts
Would be greatly appreciated! Especially for the homeless here... thanks!
Jun 2017 · 651
My Father's Legacy
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Three children brought
Onto earth
Three children did
He rear
Three children made
From His own genes
From stardust we appeared.

From the foundation
Of our lives
He sent us to school
Possessed of his intelligence
And HE was NOT a fool

Great aptitude for reading
This is how he taught
The books my father gave me
Produced much
Higher thought

We went to places
far & wide
Hawaii was like heaven!
We went to Montreal
For Expo '67

Various religions
We were to understand
We went to see the kivas
In the native lands

We went to search
For arrowheads
We looked for
various traces
Of native habitation
Appreciating other races

He tried to teach me math
Using the flashcards
But I was into writing
So he let me be a bard

He loved the
arts & sciences
He loved agriculture
He grew up
deprived of it
So he taught us culture

We took the piano
He helped me
make a start
Writing my own music
He encouraged my art!

I'll read him this poem
We will then discuss
How he has the  
GREATEST legacy

For my dad has *US!
Happy Father's Day!

And to all the single moms out there... you're a FATHER TOO!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
The Dragon's Apprentice

When I left off in my last segment I mentioned Cricket. That's NOT her name, but none of the people in my tales of woe shall have their true names revealed (save family members).

Cricket was a flibberty-gibbet. The modern definition (and the archaic) are applicable. She was flighty. And an irresponsible gossip. But more than that, the girl was evil. A "fly by the gibbet" feasting on the rotting corpses of the convicts slain there. I don't believe she *meant
to be evil. She was (and is) an irresponsible person. She's a gypsy who lives life by the seat of her pants. She was a crack ******* addict. She was one of my suppliers later on in my life. But more on that later. Right now I'm going to tell you the dynamic of our relationship.

Her father and mother (and sister) targeted her sexually. She was a "problem child". So she moved in with us. She was 2 years younger than I. I was 13 when she moved in. We got along fine... at first. But I was an overweight teen. Not terribly attractive. After I lost the weight, due to illness, she became extremely jealous. We'd have terrible rows, some even physical fights. She'd "borrow" my clothing, and appropriate it. When I'd demand it back, she'd "somehow" stain it, or put holes in it. She'd tell her friends (especially male friends) awful things about me. But her worst attribute was her penchant for drugs. She was my supplier even back then. My mom has yet to forgive her for this, and her wayward ****** ways, which influenced me as well.

I'll never forget one incident. She brought home a couple of good lookin guys, a 1/2 ounce of very potent marijuana, and a brownie mix. Yup. She talked me into letting her make Alice B Tokeless brownies in my parent's home! I was afraid of the repercussions if my parents found out (though, quite honestly, the ethics of doing such a thing eluded me). But Cricket and her friends talked me into it. So the brownies were made. The whole house was permeated with the smell of baking chocolate & ***!

We each ate
one brownie, and were so high we got lost on a hike around the neighborhood! I lived on an old ranch in the desert. The Tucson Mountain foothills. Anyway, we were good n ******! Well. We returned to find my brother and his little friend had returned from hiking, also... and had eaten half the pan!

This may, on the face of it, seem humorous. But it was not! Those two little boys were high for three days! They were obliterated!

Now, granted, i didn't know my brother & his friend were home. I thought they'd gone to his friend's house. But, NO! They'd just gone on a hike and were nowhere in evidence when the brownies were made. But I got in SO much trouble! Cricket did, too, but because SHE was YOUNGER the brunt of the punishment was on me.

And that pretty much sums up our whole relationship. I was the cat's-paw. A role I was to carry on well into my adult life.

There's more on Cricket in my next segment. But I want to introduce another character in my comedic tragedy of errors also. Another girl who I will term
PILL**...


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/17/2017
Sorry I haven't been around. Had a friend come in from out of town. I'll be reading a bit tonight, and will concentrate on doing the same tomorrow. But I HAD to write this. I want to conclude chapter 1 so my friend can read it. Thanks for understanding!
Jun 2017 · 564
teardrops
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
°

0
are
like a
drop of
rain on a
window
°°

°

or
like
Jesus's
free grace
which falls
in silence
°°°°°


SøułSurvivør
(C)6/15/2017
Jun 2017 · 903
erratic
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
i write when i should read
read when    it's not right  
go down  repost rabbit holes
until i lose my sight  
my muse   is in a   tizzy
my body always busy          
i listen to Thin Lizzy
until i lose my mind        
my prayers    just hit
the rafters
my happy ever afters    
are taken by          
the grifters
i relate to     drifters              
I'm really in a  bind          
please forgive my scheming
I feel like i'm    

dreaming

but this silly   rambling    

is

all          
that  

i                      
could        



find            



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/15/2017
I know I'm erratic.
I really can't help it.
My mind & body aren't
Cooperating  with my spirit.
I find i write
really late at night
Then I'm in a fog
the next day

HELP!
Jun 2017 · 437
Read My Lips
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Here I am
A waiting story
Yes, i am
An open book
I spin a tale of
Conquest, glory
I wait for you to
Take a look

I'll take you
Through your fantasies
My storyline will
Make you sigh
See my green
And velvet boudoir
Shine in my
Come hither eyes

Here I sit
My arms are open
And my long
Legs are never crossed
But you can't read
Though I have spoken
I give my hair
A little toss...

[chorus]
Read my mind
It's in plain English
Read my palms
They are in Braille
Read My subtle
Body language
Read my lips
They tell a tale


I wore a low-cut
Line this evening
The perfumed letters
That you like
I'm the open book
Who whispers
To your wandering
Eyes tonight

[chorus]

Oh, NO!
You've seen
Another volume!
Got a storyline that's
Good 'n short!
She's got a better
Lookin' cover,
But inside's a
Bad report!

BRIDGE:

Here I am,
And I'm in anguish
You can't read my
Body language
C'mon! Learn what
You can find
If you read

between the lines*


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/13/2017
Something I'm working on
It's not completed.

Any constructive feedback
Would be welcome.
Jun 2017 · 980
The Label & The Box
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
This spoken word.
I want to talk.
Folks'll put you
In a box.
It has six sides.
There's lots in stock.
Works just like a
Broken clock.
It fits in life
Two times a day.
Once the cradle.
Once the grave.
Then they'll fix
A label, TOO.
Once it's on it

STICKS LIKE GLUE.

There's a man
Down on the street.
Not someone you'd
Want to meet.
Drinks his meals
So he won't eat.
Shuffles 'round
Sits on the curb.
He's a "mumbler".
He's "disturbed".
Talks to self
Because he's shunned.
Got a label...

He's a ***.

There's a woman
Has no phone.
Has twenty cats
'Coz she's alone.
She talks to them
When in the mood.
She's so poor
She eats their food.
Yup. She has an
Attitude.
Has no husband
Who'd get paid.
On HER there are
Labels laid...

She's a SPINSTER.
An OLD MAID
.

There's a teen
Who is arrested.
He's a menace.
It's attested.
Nope. He's not
Very nice.
He is into drugs & vice.
Is this "DELINQUENT"
Past retrieval?
Is he past knowing
'Coz he's evil?

Tie die. Peace sign.
Kinda trippy.
He's a "LONGHAIR"
He's a "HIPPIE"
.

Is she lovely?
Or "STUCK UP"
He's a "DOG"
The laughter's ****.

[chorus]
They aren't "NORMAL".
They're "unstable".
Slap 'em with a
POST-IT LABEL.


There's a girl
Who eats her pain.
Downs her food
Unrestrained.
She's bulimic
So she's "CRAZY"
She may be "FAT"
So she is "LAZY"
Another on the
"crazy" list...
His anger's inward,
He's depressed.
He may drink
So he's a "******".
Here's another label...

"LOSER"

Then there's the boy
Who lashes out.
Beats kids up.
He's a lout.
He is wild and
He is wooly.
He is labeled as a
"BULLY".
There's another
Kid who's shy.
So he gets the
Blackened eye.
He is "sraight"
He don't get high.
Nose in book,
He goes unheard.
What's his label?

He's a "NERD".

[chorus]


There's a one
We ALL know's BAD.
She was *****
By her own dad.
At age thirteen
She's "knocked up".
We ALL know her...

She's a "****"
.

There's a man
Who wears tattoos.
Labels he will never lose.
"WHITE TRASH" 'cuz
He owns a bike.
She likes women.
She's a "****".
She smokes fatties
So she's a "stoner"
He's just "weird"
'Coz he's a loner.
He loves men,
So he's a "***"
She loves him
So she's a "hag"
How'd YOU like
That odious tag?
Let's all do
The Label Rag!
Don't it make the
Tongues just wag?
It's enough to
MAKE YA GAG.

[chorus]


Tribal nation?
I'll be brief.
He's an "Indian"
Call him "Chief"
Does it make
White egos bigger
To call a black man
"BOY" or ******"?
Is that wisdom
Do ya figger?
Whatcha think
THAT'S gonna trigger?
Will the term "*****"
Do the trick?
How 'bout "******"?
How 'bout "****"?
How 'bout "****"?
That ***** Jew.
Well.
Let's take a look at YOU.

Look in the mirror.
The view is free.
Look in there!
What do you see?
Do you see yourself...

Or ME?

Is there smoke?
Are you deceived?
What's th label
You've received?


Look out dere!
HERE COME DA JUDGE!

10 feet tall & has a
GRUDGE!
And since we're getting
Really formal
Got another label.
NORMAL.
You judge someone
With capital blocks
Cuz you can't read
A CEREAL BOX?
Is prejudice the
Meal you eat?
Label on that
And it ain't WHEAT.

[chorus]


Yes. I'm white.
And I am sixty.
I ain't young. I ain't ****.
But I'm a POET
I can TALK.
I have been
Around th block.
You don't like it
You can WALK.
YOU WON'T PUT
ME IN A BOX.
I wasn't a "******".
I wasn't a "tweeker".
Was a "CRACKHEAD".
A ******* seeker.
Finally got it in my head.
There's another label.

That is DEAD.

Yeah. I'm a Christian.
"Jesus Freak"
I'm not ashamed
Because I seek!
Believe'n sure don't
Make me WEAK.

I'M DONE WITH
THE DISSIN' AND
THE TRASHIN'!
Got a concept called

COMPASSION!

Yeah. I know it's
Not in fashion...
But this no joke.
It's not a GAME.
I got a label...

It's my NAME.

I got another
Worth the seeing.
Another "label"...

HUMAN BEING.

Yeah. I'll preach.
I'm gonna shout.

My name is

CATHERINE.

Over. OUT.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/13/2017
Been up all night
Writing this.

Got to get some
Shut-eye...

See you all later.

♡♡ LUV YA! ♡♡
Jun 2017 · 674
blossom
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
~~<♡>~~

a blossom falls
it has lasted until winter
so has blessed many

~~<♡>~~

in loving memory of
LENA MUNRO
July 1917 ~ June 2017


~~<♡>~~
My brother-in-law's mom
She would have been
100 years old next month

He appreciates haiku
So I thought this appropriate

Lena was
A beautiful lady
May she Rest in Peace
Jun 2017 · 479
as rain on barren soil
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
/\    ○   °  ○
'
    ○°    ()   °○
()       °○
                 /\
     °○      
~~~~~~~~~~~

no fruit to bear
no seed to spring
no animal
no living thing
no blade of grass
no hand to toil
no rain can last

on barren soil


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2017
Thanks to rivers for inspiration!
Jun 2017 · 1.1k
Desert Bird Morning
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
>¡<
       ^¡^

            ^¡^
>¡<

Mourning doves
        lament the dawn
The air is filled
           with clucking song
Mockingbirds
        sing sweet and high
Pigeons reach
                  to touch the sky
Gamble Quail
             swoop low to ground
Cactus wrens
         make chuckling sounds
Desert Thrashers
                go "tsk, tsk, TSK!"
Flickers pound
                  the satellite discs
Feathered finches
          search the stones
Light as clouds
                  with hollow bones
I wake up
           to symphonic calls

Desert birds...

                   I love them ALL!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2016
Sitting outside I love to watch
and listen to my neighborhood
buddies. They ROCK!

There's GOT to be a God to
               make such creatures!
Jun 2017 · 574
hands
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
smooth or rugged
strong or frail
fist or caressing
brown or pale

long of finger
open or clubbed
wrinkled parchment
child's chub

Mona Lisa
calm and coy
Captain Hook
girl or boy

remember how
his love attracts?
touching with
his finger backs?

hands with nails
lacquered red
tell him that
it's time for

bed

what could ever
be so grand?
as a tender

loving

HAND



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2017
Hands are beautiful.
I've always loved drawing them,
even though it's difficult.
I especially love the hands
of the elderly.
Jun 2017 · 378
The Way
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Based on Wordvango's poem
By the same name

Along a rugged
slippery path
We hike or crawl
with crooked staff
We are blind within
the maze
But find the music
phrase by phrase

Through the muck
and spider's lair
Webs that look like
angel's hair
We search, each of
his own accord
For the strum
of the Lost Chord

We all know
the song to sing
Devil's tail or
angel's wing
Tho on The Way
there is no light
Sometimes hearing's

OUR ONLY SIGHT.
Thanks to Wordvango
For the inspiration! ♡
Jun 2017 · 1.9k
To Find a Home
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
The man walked, shuffled,
Through blisters & sores.
His shopping cart stutters
Past the laden stores.
He's lost his mind
On rocky shores
He had hopes and
Dreams galore
Now he can't find them
Anymore.

In the land o' plenty
The woman lives hard.
Barely feeding her kids
With a food-stamp card.

The soldier lost limbs,
Now he's alone.
He is "housed"
But has no home.

[chorus]

We know the rhyme.
We know the riddle.
But they still get caught
In the middle.

Caught in the cracks
The streets for some.
Cement & sky
Is not a HOME.


Emily sits upon the stoop.
Goes to kitchens to get soup.

Michael lives.
He breathes.
He talks.
But he sleeps
In a cardboard box.

[chorus]

They're called vagrants.
They're called bums.
Labels they can't overcome.

Like wooden ships
Their only sea
Is in a bottle
They can't break free
Where's your HEART, society?
Where's your SOUL?

Your EMPATHY?

BRIDGE:
We must repent.
We must atone.
We ALL are guilty
To the bone.
We must help them

FIND A HOME.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/8/2017
Inspired by my reading.
I'm just writing it so it doesn't
"Go away"... I'm sure you can relate!
Jun 2017 · 972
The words are singing...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
... under my skin
High tension wires
They crackle, singeing
The hairs on my arms and
Burning roadmaps
On my throat and belly

The words are singing...

... an acappella high note
Searing the eardrums
Breaking the crystal
While the rose lies
wet on the table

Fragments spark the
Ionosphere
Hanging to rival the
Aurora Borialis

The words are singing...

Their siren song
I wreck on the rocks
I tear the page with

rudderless penmanship

The words are singing...

And they skitter off
The page like

lizards


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/8/2017
Jun 2017 · 922
seahorse
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
~~<○>~~

clouds are ocean foam
seahorse winks at me coyly
with one moonlit eye


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/7/2017
I saw this just now!
The clouds made a seahorse
Over the moon!
Jun 2017 · 413
Lost Poetry
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I found a little poem
In the back drawer
of my soul
It was a fire opal
In a bezel of fine gold

I fashioned a lanyard
Of scarlet ribbon found
But I didn't see...
The knot broke free!
My poem was
on the ground!

I searched in
every corner
My fingers raked
the stones...
But I finally
Gave up the search
Due to my
Aching bones

Yes, i lost my
little poem
In the backyard
Of my mind.
I guess I will just
Leave it there

for someone else to find!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/7/2017
Going through the doldrums.
If someone finds my muse,
Have a great time, but be sure
To return him! (Yep... a male!)
Jun 2017 · 777
cactus roses
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
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devoid
of God's
waters
the cactus rose blooms.
it's beautiful offerings of
translucent colors
bring more than
admiration to
the hearts of
men who know their
tale. they water the

*cactus roses with
their tears
The strength and tenacity of
Cacti constantly amazes me.
They thrive in the most
Adverse conditions.
It seems God has abandoned
Them, yet they shout for JOY!
Their blossoms can be some
Of the most beautiful in the world!

Inspired by the poetry of
Weeping Willow
Jun 2017 · 199
Go ahead!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
~~~

Go ahead and scream, babe!
Silence is indicative of death.



[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/6/2017
A comment I made
to a fellow poet.
She said she just has to
scream sometimes.
Jun 2017 · 340
Leather Bell
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Living in a gong of hide
The stricken pulses
Beat inside.

Leather bell.
The clapper's pain.
Kingdoms bow
Within its reign.

Leather bell.
Oh, how it tolls.
Telling you you're getting old.

Leather bell.
The clapper's pain.
It WILL toll...

... again...

... AGAIN.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/6/

I can't stay on line to read anymore.
My body's been very insistent upon
sleep lately.

I have such a backlog of reading
I despair of EVER catching up!
Please forgive me...

☆♡ I LOVE YOU ALL! ♡☆
Jun 2017 · 458
ghost writer
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
read at your own peril!
the
loathsome
howl of whipping
wind in the rafters and
the eaves. the presence of
an evil force blowing poison
leaves.       an unholy     unction
which         makes the     evil come
the poet      picks up his    vile pen
the haunting had begun. he dips
his quill into the ink, the voice
tells what to write. he obeys its
cruel commands into the dead of
night. owls call loudly, witches
scream, banshees whail their    
woes! the tortured writer        
cannot stop! on and on it
            goes! finally in a dawning
hour, the poet slumps to
desk. the evil has lost all  
control, but the writer      
breathes his last. the        
work he finally
      finished? t'was
      such a tale of
woe. and the
modern writer    
of the book
signed it
          Edgar
     Allen
Poe
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