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SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Coloring books
have the

LINES

Children have the

CRAYON SET!

10W
Soul Survivor
Big kids unite!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016


ship on water
ship in flame
ship in tempest
broken sail
all in chaos lost was i
tossed and turned
with every gale

through the night
my soul did spin
through the typhoon's
heart i flew
when at last i did begin
seeking refuge
safe in You

bright You broke
through tattered cloud
Star of Witness
Star of Light
there in You i was empow'red
stilling ev'ry devil's
flight

on Your course
i then was stayed
glowing like the noonday sun
like a beacon then arrayed
my shining light

MY HOLY ONE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/28/2016
The rythmn of this poem
based on
Jesus Lover of My Soul
(Fernando Ortega version)
https://youtu.be/ffUsrMJAxeQ

It's 6am and I must start
getting ready for my classes

For those who don't know
I am going to Camp Wellness
If i am not on site, this is why

Take care everyone!

SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
^
<   ☆   >
\/

I'm a ship
Upon the ocean
Pressed and frought
On every side
I'm distracted
By emotion
Drawn and pulled
By every tide

I have beams
Splintered and broken
I have mainsails
Ripped and torn
Never hearing
Your words spoken
I am weakened
And forlorn

I've been put through
Greatest trials
Storms I've made
With my own hands
I have sailed
A million miles
And been beached
On shifting sands

Then, at last,
In desperation
I looked unto skies above
There a Star was
In position
It was God's
Redeeming Love!


For a while I
Followed closely
Where'er the light led
Then distracted
My own boasting
Turned my helm
Yes, turned my head

I could n'er have
Heard the singing
Of the Star
So sweet and high
For the siren song
Was clinging
To my ears and
To my eyes!

Then I saw them!
Rocks so jagged!
The benighted
Siren's realm!
I saw whirlpools
Waves so ragged!
And I fought to
Turn my helm!

There in fervent
Desperation
I sent up a tearful prayer!
That's when Grace
Became my bastion
I was rescued
Then and there!

Now I set my
Golden sextant
To the Star I know is True
I will follow
Never exit
The Guiding Light I found
In You


Though I have
My certain troubles
It's a better life by far!
I do not steer by Polaris
But by my own


MORNING STAR



SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/14/2017
Sung to the melody of the old hymn
"Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing"

I've been pressing in to God as never before. He has been showing me areas of my life that need immediate change. I've been obeying Him... finally. What we endure to bring about positive change is sometimes excruciating. But in the end it's easier. Certainly a better fate than crashing on the rocks! It's a narrow path through VERY stormy seas. But there's always a break in the clouds... where Jesus stands, arms wide open for any who have eyes to see.

THE MORNING STAR

♡♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL ♡♡♡
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
I believe my account has been

HACKED.

I am not computer literate
so will need help setting up a new
Email and account.

Please disregard any posting
or communication from
SoulSurvivor until further notice.

*Thanks.
#@!!$/\@# !!!
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
O my spirit breaks!
I cannot abandon my friends.
How can I love new ones

with half a heart?


Soul Survivor
I will be staying at Poetfreak...
... and staying here TOO!

I'll be busy as a
one armed
paper hanger but I will
make it work!
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.
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!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
I have a friend of many years
Her name is Hannah Rose
A friend in need is a friend indeed
So the saying goes

She was right there with me
Through the drink & drugs
She took no guff, she was tough
But also gave me hugs

She helped me with my self esteem
I helped her in school
She gave me needed furniture
We, together, met our goals

She has had a harder life
Than anyone I know
And yet she's kind & loving
These gifts, to me, bestowed

But the greatest gift she gave me
Was taking me to church
She brought me to our Saviour
When my soul was in the lurch

She has had a broken neck
PTSD too
She has had so many problems
It would make Job feel blue!

Now the lady's paralyzed
She's under great attack
She can't feel on her left side
Her body hurt & wracked!

Many folks would break in half
Against these daunting odds
She sings in praise, and she prays
To our Sovereign God

She called me this evening
To ask me to pray
Now I'm asking you folks
To take part of your day

To think good thoughts for my friend
Or lift her to the Lord
That her soul be comforted

And her health

RESTORED



SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/12/2017
I'm putting this on social media
For my friend
Her name is

HANNAH ROSE

Thanks for your kind compassion
And hearts!

~~♡~~
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
There are rainbows in the sky
And bluebirds on the wing!
Gentle breezes sigh
A very happy thing!

Someone had a Birthday
Yesterday it seems
So I'm here to say...

... you were in my dreams!
This is a VERY interesting coincidence
But yesterday I had this strong urge
To post a poem for all those with
Birthdays on the 20th!
Come to find out it was
simply0920's BIRTHDAY!!!
Sometimes I have dreams
I don't completely remember.
But I have a way of KNOWING
things. This happens far too often
To be coincidence!

But to my poet friend...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

((<3)) Cathy
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
I'll agree!
But I'm not camping 'neath a tree
I'm getting fit... I'm getting free
From habits that were hurting me
Now my weight loss all can see!

I'm not hiking through the woods
But i work out... it does me good!
I now cook nutritious food!
The labels are now understood!

I'm never tired. Never bored...
The future has so much in store!
I'm learning mindfulness and more
I was put here by the Lord

And now my life has been restored!


:D Catherine
It is my last week at Camp Wellness... a 9 week Fitness and Nutrition Learning Center. They have really helped me to get to know myself and some of the self-defeating habits I had gotten myself into. I have lost 10 pounds and feel wonderful!

I want to thank you all for bearing with me during this time that I haven't been able to read that much. You have been so faithful to read me and repost and comment...

I APPRECIATE YOU! ♡

Unfortunately I must go off site again now... more chores to be done... It never ends!

-
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
based on a song by Bob Dylan

oh, what did you see
my blue eyed son?
oh, what did you see
my darling young one?

i saw an old man
with feet that were bleeding
i saw a young child
with eyes that were pleading
i saw an old frigate
it's sails black and rotten
a man on an island
who's soul was forgotten
a poet in chains, an artist in prison
a fiery phoenix who's newly arisen

and it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall

and what did you hear
my blue eyed son?
what did you hear
my darling young one?

a man played a trumpet
through teeth that were broken
i heard the last kind word
that ever was spoken
the tears of a whale
upon a red beach
the flutter of flags
the last truth to be preached
a man a'screamin
a maiden a'mournin
a valley a'drownin
a mountain a'formin

and it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall...

so what will you do
my blue eyed son?
oh, what will you do
my darling young one?

i'll throw my arms out
and shake fists at the sky!
i'll never stop asking...
i want to know why!
i'll never forget the man with the lie!
i'll fight the good fight...
and then i will *die!


'cause it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...

*
it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall!
soulsurvivor
8/25/2015

---
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
I am on the site now
To call for prayer & praise!
My father's in the woods again
In hospital for days
I'm trying to be strong now
But feel a little dazed
I need the Holy Spirit
With Him I'm unfazed

My dad is in a lot of pain
He's blind in the right eye
Something has gone very wrong
As yet we don't know why
He is very stoic
But something's gone awry
He's 91, a veteran
A real stand-up guy

They don't want optic surgery
As he's so elderly
There must be a solution but
We don't know what it could be!
They may have to put him under
Danger to a high degree
They'll replace the cornea
So again he'll see!


This, and so much more in life
Causes us to plod
But there is One to help us
Him I will applaud!
He is ever faithful...

*Jesus Christ our GOD!
I'm not going to be on site again for a while. I will try to read later today, but I'm calling on a lot of people to pray for my father. He's in the hospital again, with tremendous pain in his right eye. This man is stoic... hardly ever complains. So his eye must really hurt!

I'm asking for prayers and good thoughts again... and praise for the Most High! He alone holds the solution! Thank you!

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
|    
   ----()----       
        |            
        |            

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
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
PLEASE TRY TO CONTACT HER
VIA THE SITE MESSAGE SYSTEM!

HARRIET... DON'T GIVE UP BEFORE
YOUR M I R A C L E! YOU HAVE

F R I E N D S!!

WE
CARE!!!**

We have no way of knowing if your
posting is REAL or METAPHOR.
Even if it's a metaphor to your
end as a POET we care.

Thanks!


♡ Catherine
Please see my last repost!
Note it may be metaphorical.
The "birthdate" could be when she
started WRITING. But Nicole Dawn's attempt should be a lesson to all of us!

And REPOST hers and mine!
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
a song in 3/3 time

O, Lord, I've been in a prison dark
With jailers harsh and cruel
Searching for the smallest spark
This sentence overruled
I just hold to Your promises
Which bright and glorious be
I hold onto the precious light
Where I, in blindness, see.

Hallelujah!
Your blessings to impart
Hallelujah!
You're harrowing my heart

Though I am in the wilderness
I have no food nor drink
I hunger more for your goodness
I'm nearly at the brink
You put my shoulder to the plow
And I am weary, worn
But when a harvest you allow
It's then I am reborn!

Hallelujah!
You're working at the plow
Hallelujah!
My harrowing allow

Now I'm on the mountaintop
My hardships in the past
I look down at the growing crop
And I no longer fast
Abundant hope, abundant life
I bask in perfect grace
I've endured the deepest strife
But now I see *YOUR FACE.


Hallelujah!
Worthy is the Lamb!
Hallelujah!
Christ... the great I AM.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/27/2016
During the times of deep darkness
Know God is giving you a deeper
Hunger and thirst for Him
But stay faithful! He is harrowing.
And will plant a more abundant crop
In your heart as a result!

I'm back... I went through the book
Of unforgiveness and have closed it
Finally and forever!

HALLELUJAH!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
I once plowed a field new
In proper time for rain and dew
I planted it in fertile loam
A soft heart that was my own

I planted seed, and it was Thine
I will wait for Harvest Time


The sun, it came up with each dawn
And those seeds grew up so strong
The rain, it came to quench the soil
So the seedlings wouldn't spoil

Chorus

We nourished wheat,
plucked up the weeds
For we'd many mouths to feed
A plentiful crop, t'was lush and green
The greatest harvest ever seen!

Chorus

When the time was ripe to reap
We worked so hard we could not sleep
We set about to thresh our wares
Separating wheat from tares

Chorus

Threshing done, we ground our grain
In great hardship, blinding pain
But in the end, it can be said
That 8 billion souls were fed!

Chorus

Tell me, friend, how grows your field?
When it's reaped, what will it yield?
Will it be good wheat or briars
To be thrown into the fires?

Chorus


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/17/2006
Rewritten 9/15/2015
Ecclesiastes 3:2

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time for every
purpose under heaven.
"Turn, Turn, Turn"
The Birds

-
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 ^_=
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
it is always the coldest
before the sun rises?


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015
It's 6:13 and I have been up all night.
I went outside several times in
the night, but just now I went out
and almost went back in to
get another jacket.

The above is not only a metaphor...

IT'S TRUE!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
No matter how I tried to beg
Dad put his meds to soak in eggs.

Not liking the resulting sog
He tried to give them to the *DOG!
I am SO frustrated! I have to keep a hawk eye on my father now. Fortunately I caught the situation and the dog is ok. But now my father has not taken all his meds because he didn't eat all of his eggs. I don't want to treat him like a child because he is not one... However!
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡


There was a little girl
Playing in the sun
She had a bow upon her head
And smiled at everyone.

Then some heartless people
Untied that little bow
And began to stuff her head
With WORDS that you may know.

They were COMMON words.
Words you may have seen
One began with letter 'N'
And others just as mean.

They fully stuffed her head
And when they were done
Tied her little bow again
So it would not come undone

In the end her head was lumpy
Had very little grace.
There was a mean ol' scowl
On her once lovely face...



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 5, 2014
All we need is love, folks.
All we need is love. ♥
SøułSurvivør Dec 2021
Healings sway lives
from greying flesh
To a tone whole and refreshed.

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

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

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

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

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

You can tell them it's not odd

Who healed you?  Almighty God!!

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12 24 2021
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
Your gracious Light extends
You have Healed my brokenness
On You I can depend
You touched my pain with Loving Hands
Anointing hurts and woes
It's like a warm embrace and kiss
And Love that OVERFLOWS!
Thank you for what You have done
The Healing You have wrought
This kind of Restoration
Can't be obtained or bought
I need no Hydrocodone
I have no need for pills
I have my Balm of Gilead

And I ALWAYS WILL!


SoulSurvivor
(c) 3/10/2016
I can scarcely believe this!
I had two broken molars extracted
yesterday. Infection in my jaw...
... and woke up this morning... NO PAIN!

I DON'T EVEN NEED THE PAIN MEDS!!!

The Healing Balm of Gilead is the Touch
of Jesus Christ Himself! He came to me
yesterday before the surgery like a thought
in my mind. He said if I was brave and
went through with the surgery courageously he would BLESS ME. I had NO idea what form that blessing would take. NOW I KNOW! I called the surgery office to let them know about the numbness, I thought it was unusual.
The dental assistant said it was a speed up of the healing process. She had no explanation for it! BUT I KNOW!

Thank you all for your patience with me.
I have read very little of late.
God willing I WILL TODAY!

-
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Radiating
from my chest.

Could the cure
be surgery?

Take it out
doctors.
But please
Don't
Put
Another
In
.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
((()))             ((()))
Hardened    Arteries
Cause death. How
much more a
hard heart
((()))
()


10W
Soul Survivor
\(*!*)/
SøułSurvivør Jul 2020
the wind.through
a weathered stone
cries then whispers

alone.

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Morning ushers in Del Sol
Of him we have no derth
He hammers like a demi-God
Vulcan o'r the earth

It's 9:16 already
And it will not be long
Before the mighty blacksmith
Holds the world in his tongs

He puts the desert over fire
'Til it's a white-hot sheet
Then the pounding is in earnest
It scorches in the heat!

Vulcan lived under the earth
But the hills, twisting, have spun
He now sails the skies above
The omni-potent

SUN!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/4/2016
They predict it's going to go up to 112 degrees today in Tucson Arizona. I don't know about anybody else but I'm staying inside! :/
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!
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
It's difficult to understand
Hard pressed on every side
The wicked have "the upper hand"
In arrogance and pride.

In this world It's "understood"
The devil makes it "his"
Right is wrong. Evil good.
That's just the way it is...

[Chorus]
But WE are just sojourners here
Among the throng, alone.
Things are not as they appear
God's still on the Throne!
I won't give in to doubt and fear
I will make Heaven home.

Yes, the wicked seem to win
And practice every Vice
Daily we die to self and sin
And give ourselves to Christ.

The wicked spread themselves about
Like a large Bay Tree
Against the Lord they Scream & Shout
And live their lives "Carefree".

[Chorus]

"Look at what you're missing, friend!"
They chortle & they cry,
"And there is NOTHING in the end!"

This won't make me even sigh!

YES! Look at what I'm missing, here!
All the wealth and perks!
All the things that you hold dear...
The yachts, mansions, the works!

Look what I'm missing! I'll admit
You will find it odd...
I miss the Lake of Fire! The PIT!!
Eternal enmity with GOD.

[Chorus]

Catherine Jarvis
11/10/2020

The Rich Man and Lazarus

19 “There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. 20 At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores21 and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.

22 “The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. 24 So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire."

25 “But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. 26 And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’

27 “He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, 28 for I have five brothers. Let him go to them so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’

29 “Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets, let them listen to them.’

30 “‘No, father Abraham," he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’

31 “He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”

Luke 16:19-31

Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.

2For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

ב

3Trust in the LORD, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.

4Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

ג

5Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.

6And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday.

ד

7Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.

ה

8Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.

9For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the LORD, they shall inherit the earth.

ו

10For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.

11But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.

ז

12The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.

13The Lord shall laugh at him: for he seeth that his day is coming.

ח

14The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation.

15Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.

ט

16A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.

17For the arms of the wicked shall be broken: but the LORD upholdeth the righteous.

י

18The LORD knoweth the days of the upright: and their inheritance shall be for ever.

19They shall not be ashamed in the evil time: and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.

כ

20But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the LORD shall be as the fat of lambs: they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.

ל

21The wicked borroweth, and payeth not again: but the righteous sheweth mercy, and giveth.

22For such as be blessed of him shall inherit the earth; and they that be cursed of him shall be cut off.

מ

23The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.

24Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.

נ

25I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.

26He is ever merciful, and lendeth; and his seed is blessed.

ס

27Depart from evil, and do good; and dwell for evermore.

28For the LORD loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever: but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.

29The righteous shall inherit the land, and dwell therein for ever.

פ

30The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.

31The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.

צ

32The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him.

33The LORD will not leave him in his hand, nor condemn him when he is judged.

ק

34Wait on the LORD, and keep his way, and he shall exalt thee to inherit the land: when the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it.

ר

35I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree.

36Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found

Psalm 37
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?
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
---

If you read my last post you
know that I was in a relationship
which has ended. I was devastated.
I have been writing about how
depressed I have been.

That was before I watched a YouTube video of a sermon given by
Bill Johnson. It was about resting and
abiding in God. After viewing this i went outside onto my porch and talked to God. Never before had HIS LOVE for me been so palpable.
Or His voice so clear.

My dear friends. He has a plan and purpose for everything that happens to us. We are being systematically tried and purified to be inspired and blessed to have HIM in our hearts and minds. Our very lives are at stake.

Events will be taking place that will try our very SOUL. We MUST be prepared! We must be very strong to survive. Not only physically. But our souls must be prepared as well.

The devil has been sitting on me.
He's a fire that has been heating up my mettle. He has been pounding me. With doubt. Denial. And DECEIT. Telling me that I am not good enough. That I am bipolar and will never get better. But I am a sleeping giant! Not in myself. Never that. But the God I serve is awesome beyond comprehension!

These are things I have done with him working through me.

A woman with double phnemonia, strep throat and "incurable" bronchitis brought on by asthma
was healed overnight.

A woman with chronic depression was healed as I watched her start to giggle then LAUGH OUT LOUD! Holy laughter seemed to bubble up in her and she was healed!

My dad (who says he is an atheist) was cured of cancer. He's been cancer free for six years!

I've said the prayer of Salvation with a man who was a "Devil's Disciple".
A notorious motor cycle gang. He had killed three people. I saw him change before my eyes as the demons left him! He nearly fell off his chair. And this hardened man wept in my arms for 10 minutes afterwards.

The list goes on. NOT ANYTHING THAT I DID... EXCEPT I WAS TOTALLY SOLD OUT TO GOD AND ALLOWED HIM TO WORK THROUGH ME!

My name is Catherine Jarvis. I'm a SoulSurvivor. *And VICTORIOUS!!!
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
The greatest legacy
You'll get from parents

Are their genes.

10W
Soul Survivor
My dad is 89 in February
My mom is 81

I thank God for my parents.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
NITE-VISION ~ The HELEN of TROY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The HELEN of TROY
Excerpt from the book I am writing... StarChild.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~~



Sometimes life deals you berries,
And man, you have it made!
But sometimes you get lemons,
And must make lemonade...

I've been through a valley
Where seeds were there to sow,
Mountains are magestic,
But the valley's where you grow.


SoulSurvivor
The above does not contain totally
Original ideas, but I'm afraid I'm a bit
Rusty. I haven't been writing in some months.
I no longer have a smartphone to write
Online. I had to borrow this iPad.
I'm so sorry I had not tried harder to
Stay in touch, but I've been concentrating
On my music. I have songs that will be
Released on the 22nd of this month.
More news to come...  <3
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
More tributes...

I just could not leave out, forget
People I haven't mentioned yet
There are more than just a few
This site is HUGE! What can I do?

I want to include VIPs today
The first is Arlo Disarray!
I like this poet, I feel led
To mention Better Days Ahead!

Cecil Miller... his work is fine
Sverre G Holter's poems unwind
The smart *** rabbi can talk a line
Impeccable Space
Can blow your mind!

Here's a poet who i prize
That is WendyStarry Eyes
Alex Rubio, terrin leigh
I want to mention them TODAY!

Nicole Ashley, Mayas TOO!
Leo Kendrick, I like you
Danzel's writes about Greek myths
Wordvango has got a gift...

And here's to a poetfriend
Kenneth Irving MacPherson!
If I could do all this again
To EVERYONE my love I'd send!


♥ Catherine
aka SoulSurvivor
Antony Mooney's a sweetheart, too!

Please read my last post
Hello, Poets! If you have
Not already. Many poets are
Mentioned and honored there also.

I know that I have left folks out!
I don't want to hurt feelings.
If I've forgotten anyone let me know!
---
SøułSurvivør May 2015
anagram!**

HOPE,
YE TROLL!

HELP!
TOY ROLE

YEP!
HELL ROOT

YELP!
HER TOOL



SoulSurvivor
Can you think of any others?
YOU CAN HAVE
NO LETTERS LEFT OVER
AND YOU CAN'T ADD ANY EITHER!

---
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
humans
expressing
love
laughter
opinions

p­athos
onriness
excitement
tragedy
rhyme

Y**OUR­SELVES!
Good morning/afternoon/evening
all you poets out there!
Repost if you want to spread the love
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
We have here a group, no... a FAMILY
of poets who are the most beautiful,
compassionate people!


I can say without reservation that this is the best site I've ever been on. And the site is only as good as the poets on it. You have really stepped up to the plate and gone to bat for me and my family. By your good thoughts and prayers Miracles have been accomplished in my life.

Update on our little dog Cocoa. She is completely healed. This is nothing less than a miracle. We were able to use a credit card so she could see a veterinarian. But I believe God also answered our prayers and had given her healing. He is such a gracious and loving God that he cares for not only ourselves but the things we love also. Including our pets. I give him all the praise and glory! But I want to thank you all also. There is nothing no more powerful than corporate prayer. So if I seem like I tell you my whole life and ask for prayers I am not trying to burden you. I want to see the Miracles that are happening as they take place. You are powerful. Your prayers and thoughts are powerful. And I love you all from the bottom of my heart. You're so wonderfully talented in every way. People of such diverse nationalities and beliefs but with a single goal. To bring Beauty, inspiration, and understanding to those far away and near. I feel like you're my family. Everytime I press the little heart and read your writings I say a prayer. And I know there are others out there who do the same. I urge those who also experience miracles to write about them. It gives me Faith and Hope the things do change for the better in this world. And if there is a healing or a turnaround in your life it could be answered prayer. I know without reservation that my prayers touch the Throne of God. I don't say this to brag. I want to encourage you to pray and fast. It works. It TRULY DOES.

Hello Poetry ROCKS THE WORLD!!!


LOVE
Catherine °°••☆¤●♡°°••☆¤••°°
I have been reading. I will be on site all day today, God willing. If you need to talk i will be checking the site message system regularly. If there's a special poem you want me to read, give me the link, or the name of the poem. Thanks!

GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

-
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
A TRIBUTE TO HELLO POETRY

This will be a long write.
There are so many I wish
to honor and thank.

Please, if you can, pull up
Bruce Cockburn's song
Maybe the Poet on YouTube.
Listen to the words as you read this.
It will greatly add to your enjoyment.

I play no favorites...
you ALL are class acts!

Here's a tribute. Yep. It's long!
But listen to Bruce Cockburn's song.
I want to emulate what's sung
Yes, not miss a poet, one!

ryn has got a range of art
Ded Poet's got a poet's heart
elsa angelica's soul resounds
Bhumika's a dove
with a golden crown!

Wolfspirit's pen can spill his love
Wonderman's ink from up above
sjr...1000 words so wise
Scarlet Pimpernel's talent's
not disguised!

Joe Malgeri's a spiritual gent
Paige Pots' work is heaven sent
Tivonna has love for natural things
Helena's work has roots and wings!

Pradip, in my eyes number one
as is Thomas A Robinson
jeffrey robin's style is loose and bold
Rupal has a heart of gold!

John Stevens has an earthy wit
Pax means peace, his candle's lit
Tryst's ballads are a perfect fit
and I love Lidi Minuet!

donna's sweet as honeydew
Jason Cole fits like a shoe
Prttybrd sings songs with style
Day Wing flies! He has a smile!

Deborah's walking on her beach
her talent has a range and reach
Rapunzel let's her hair way down
Weeping Willow
has a pleasant sound!

Joe Cole loves all fantasy
SSilkenTounge has a mind that's free
Solaces is a very old friend
I hope to see Botan again!

Urmilla writes beyond her years
Chalsey Wilder writes bring tears
Tonya Maria and I share pain
Wise is K Balachandran!

CA Guifoyle lives in my town
Adam Childs' the best around
SE Reimer can put us in the mood
Musfiq us Shaleheen
Is so VERY good!

Richard Riddle honors with poetry
Love my collab, Arcassin B!
Sally A Bayan's good and kind
Hayden Swan's a real find!

Love comments from Joe Adomavicia
zik, I'm always glad to see ya!
TGWLY has a heart that hurts
Erenn Y does heartfelt works...

Elizabeth Squires has classic writes
Frank Ruland's fights
for what is right
And if a scare you want to see
just look up POETIC T!

Oh! There are SO many more!
There are poets by the score!
I don't want to be a bore
But read them ALL! You will be
FLOORED !!!

MORE POETS!!!

Lori Jones McCaffery
Kalypso
Niamh Price
Mya Angel
Mike Hauser
Vicki
Ignatius Hosiana
Frankie J
Chris Green
mark cleavenger
brandon nagley
Winn
Puds (Pete)
Deborah Brooks Langford
Timothy
Marian
Hilda
Harriet Tecumsah Watt
it's gonna make sense
mybarefootdrive
Dark n Beautiful
WL Winter
Margaux
Pamela Rae
Venusoul7
Eddie Starr
Olivia Kent
Brenden Thomas
Zoe
Raj Arumugam
Elijah
Sukeerti
Manny
M.A.N
Jonny Angel
Dylan Mitchell
James M Vines
bulletcookie
i am miss brightside
Chris Fracc
Cat
Ocean Blue
Phil Lindsay
Mike Hauser
PearlSy
Christi Michaels Moon Flower
Raj Nandy
SPT
PoETEPETE Now RePETE After PETE
Makayla Kelly
Paul Gafney
Nan Trapp Messer
Chloe
Steven Langhorst
Daniel Palmer
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
C A Guilfoyle
TRAVELLER
Soul
GitacharYa VedaLa
Rosalind heather Alexander
S R Matts
Paul Gattney
Danny Mak
patty m
liv frances
Gary L
Ngamau Boniface
IOWA
Earl Jane
ber
Justin G
James
ste'phanie noir
born
Aztec Warrior


Last but not least... olestoryteller
and Francie Lynch! Ketoma Rose!
If there's someone I've forgotten
PLEASE TELL ME!

Also please read Hello again, Poets!
I wrote more! Also please read the poem 'diamonds'. There are many tributes to people who i missed in this write.

I'LL WRITE A SPECIAL POEM
JUST FOR YOU!

---
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
GOBSMACKED BY THE CHANGES!
MY FRIENDS READY TO LEAVE!
WHO DECIDED OVERNIGHT
THIS CELL WITHOUT REPRIEVE?

I DON'T HATE ALL OF THE STUFF
THAT'S BEEN REARRANGED
WHAT I CANNOT BEAR AT ALL
THE WORST PART OF THIS CHANGE

IS HOW POETS ARE LEAVING!
WON'T BE TAKING PART
GOODBYE, HeLlO PoEtRy

YOU JUST RIPPED OUT YOUR

*HEART!!!
POET FRIENDS!
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!!!

It's not the arrangement of the site that matters... it's the poet-friends in it!

TO OUR BENEFACTORS:
THERE MUST BE A WAY TO CHANGE BACK & STILL STOP TROLLING! RECONSIDER! YOU'RE NOT JUST LOSING POETS...

YOU'RE DESTROYING FRIENDSHIPS!!!

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
(sung to Zach Williams song CHAINBREAKER)

Is there a void of heart you just can't fill?
Do you push the same 'ol weight
up that same ol' hill?
Do you find you cannot change
by your own will?

Well. Christ the Lord of lords
AND HE'S RISEN STILL!

HE'S THE ONLY ONE
WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN

BY HIS BLEEDING STRIPES
HE'LL TAKE YOUR PAIN

HE TOOK THE WEIGHT OF SIN
YOU'LL HAVE NO STRAIN

WASHED AS WHITE AS SNOW
YOU'LL HAVE NO STAIN

HE WALKED THE EARTH BACK THEN
AND HE'LL COME AGAIN

KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS
AND HE STILL REIGNS!


Do you find there are roads ahead
you just can't see?
People fall away, and don't agree?
Your "mighty" ship breaks from port to lee?

Jesus calms the storm...
He'll make you FREE!*

CHORUS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2017
Sorry I haven't been around.
My phone is overheating
so I use it sparingly.
But this song was on my heart...

♡ Catherine Jarvis
https://YouTu.be/JGYjKR69M6U
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
This is not a poem of woe
I'm in the zone... the writers flow
Where I'll stop I just don't know
I can't have a cup o joe
It doesn't seem to want to slow
I'm up all night and can't let go!

Oh! Dear God. .. I ask you. PLEASE!
I'm so tired my brain might seize!
I just need a moment's peace
Somewhere where my mind is freed
My motor starts to choke and wheeze
I need some help... get antifreeze
Rid me of this poeteeze...

... I just want my vitamin Z's!!!
Catherine ♥

(o_0)  help!
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
He Po(ker) is a joker.
This card game is a waste.
How, I pray, can we all play
When we can't CUT and PASTE?
SøułSurvivør Jun 2020
Look out folks
Here come da judge
10 feet tall 'n' has a grudge
He won't waffle
He don't fudge
Bangs his gavel
Like a sledge
He'll look at you
Like you are sludge

He don't hesitate
He don't play
You won't even have a say
You don't walk the
Christian way?
He'll put you in
His jail today!

He's not funny
He is mean!
He will judge you
Sight unseen
He'll just hear
Your cheese is green
And he will
Look down
With a lean.

He makes decisions
Bangs his gavel
Makes judgments with
His Christian babble
He will say that
You can't travel
If you transgress
Your unraveled
He thinks poor folks are
The rabble.

Yep. He's a "Christian"
And judgmental
But he's just angry
'Coz he's mental

Yep. He's mental
It is true.
So don't let him
Make you blue
His only tongue
Is in his shoe

The opinion that matters
Is God and YOU.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) June 2020
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
"What price love?" The scholar asks
"Is it lust which breaks the bone?"
The rock he hefts leaves him bereft
Ossified as stone.

Here we have the question
As we lift the weighted pall
'Tis it better to have loved and fully lost
Than to never love at all?


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2016
"Jude the Obscure" is a novel written in the late 19th century by Thomas Hardy. A tale of dreams (the protagonist, Jude, was a stonemason who had ambitions of being a scholar) Love vs. Lust (Jude marries a woman who claims to be pregnant. Is divorced, then finds his true love, Sue) and the price of both. Jude has an extremely difficult life. Due mainly to his poor decisions regarding his love life. In the end it destroyed him.

-
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
~~<■>~~

collecting words
to put from
pen to paper once more

~~<■>~~**


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/1/2017
I want to reiterate
I'm taking a break from
The internet for a while.

See you again soon!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
~~~


i hide
behind my eyes
my eyes
behind my
lashes

the wave
of tears
upon fingers
washes

windows
close
behind their
sashes

upon
the glass
the water
crashes

sobbing
breath
heaves and
catches

my heart
will batten
down
the
hatches


soulsurvivor
~~~
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
i
built
a tower
way up high
i built
a castle
in the sky
I built it      high as it.    could get
with spikes and spires  
and minarets
it had an ivory sort of gleam
alabaster
in its sheen
I constructed it so proud
but it was made of glass and cloud
i built and built
i could not stop!
i climbed up to
the very top!!!!
but when I got up there i found
i had no ladder
to
  get
    D
      O
        W
          N
             ­ !!!



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 4, 2014
I have a tendency
To be an airhead - hence this!
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
---




What if the
Moral high ground
Isn't a peak


But a TABLE MESA?


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 13, 2014
I.remember seeing a
Political cartoon of a bunch
Of right wingers shooting it out
Atop a table mesa. The point
Being obvious.
(This can apply to the left...
ANYONE ACTUALLY)
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

this is a day of
high clouds

my mind
roams up to
where they are
in the upper stratosphere
cold christaline skies
a bowl over
the marbled earth

the sky cracked open
revealing the
ionosphere
black as a
stone egg

where stars waited
to be

birthed


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/12/2015
An experience in free verse

---
SøułSurvivør Oct 2020
A chaste & lovely maiden
Loved a roughhewn sort of man
It was a strange attraction
The folk could never understand
But she lived in a great tower
In a foreign land.

The lad traversed the valleys
The tangled briars low
Great and craggy mountains
Replete with ice and snow
He knew that he must find her
But did not know where to go.

He questioned people far & wide
Of how to find the lass
Finally an old woman
Told him true at last
But guardians of gargoyles
Would let no one pass!

They would ask a riddle
That he would have to tell
What was found in plenty
At the bottom of a well
If he couldn't answer
They'd take him straight to hell!

The rough young man, he pondered
Yes, he was perplexed
He had no ready answer
Didn't know what to do next
He did not know the answer
And he was so sore vexed!

But a gentle voice he told him
Just like a tender kiss
What resides within a well
Is always a great wish.

So the lad, he faced his foe
So bold in his youth
His answer confounded them
Because it was the TRUTH.

He found the modest maiden
Straight away they wed
They had been kept apart
But had higher love instead!

The moral of this fable
Is the greatest wish in you
Should NOT BE GIVEN UP ON...

... FOR THEY MAY COME TRUE.

Catherine Jarvis
October 23, 2020
The fable is one of my favorites!
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