~~~

I picked up my feeble pen
To metaphor the sky
But I could not do it
No matter how I tried!

Clouds, like pale amoebas
Slow but surely climb...
No. That's too earthy
For something so Sublime!

Clouds, like clumps of cotton
Roll across the Moon...
No. Clouds, like wispy hair
Flow over a balloon... NO!

Clouds, pale sheer paisley silk
Slide over the moon's breast....

Yes! I DO like THAT one!
My pen can finally rest!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016

I have been gone a long time. Returning for a few hours, then disappearing again. I've been ghosting you guys for a while. A lot has been happening in my life. I won't go into the details, because I don't want this post to be too long. Leave it to say that we all have our cross to bear. I'm not going to make excuses, either. I didn't place enough value on this site, plain and simple. And in the process of doing that I neglected friends. For that I am deeply sorry. Please forgive me! I will really make an effort to give this site the attention it deserves... Respect my friends in the manner in which they are due. Can we press delete? Let me try to start all over again. I really do love you, my absence notwithstanding. And I wish nothing but blessings on you all!

♡ Cathy

A poem by
Kimberley Gayton

Gazing through to the other side
Hearing all the sins they tried to hide
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to say
A few Hail Marys will
make it all go away
But who keeps a tally
Who takes the toll
Knowing all the secrets
Only Gods supposed to know
Gazing through to the other side
Watching them squander
All I've been denied
Trying hard not to give in
Watching all the little boys
As they come in
But I'll be forgiven
I'll be all right
I've committed no sin
I only try and bring joy to them
I leave no scars, there is no pain
Me and the little boys it's just a game
Now I've grown old,
And they've grown up
They hide in the shadows
They run from my touch
But I'll be forgiven, I'll be OK
I am one of the chosen...
or so they say
Handpicked by God
In His service I'll stay
Who can I confide in
Where can I go
Is there salvation
For my ****** soul

Kimberly Gayton
March 8, 2017

I was a preemie.
Fate tried to **** me
Before I was born.
My poor beleaguered mom
Fell off a chair while pregnant
With me... thus did I come
Into the world.
Beat up from the feet up
And lookin' like a prune...

My childhood was horrific.
I have huge holes in memory.
I can only tell you I was
Starved of love and terribly
Neglected. Mercifully
I don't recall the molestation
And assault I know I endured.
It wasn't my parent's fault.
My father worked 16 hour days
And mom had blinding migraines.
And undiagnosed behavioral
Health problems. She is bi-polar.
But what I remember most vividly
Are the trips to visit my mother's
Sister and her family.
In the Sangre De Cristo
Mountains of New Mexico
Up above Taos.
My mind touched furred mountains
And inhaled the aromas
Of sounds... aspen's disc leaves
Sibilantly soughing
And the Red River flowing
Through resplendent green.
Indian paintbrush and columbine
Sparking on the verges of roads
And nodding their soft blue heads
Respectively.
Once we took a hike to
Horseshoe lake, and
Caught flashing trout,
Their scales making rainbows
To grace their silver sides.
We ate well that night!
On the way home it rained.
A cold, piercing downpour
That soaked our clothes.
All the other kids cried.
But not me.
I was in fairyland.
Coming from the
Sonoran desert I've always
Loved the rain...

The rest of my life I fared
Little better as far as fate
Meted me out a VERY tough
Hand. But I remember
The long hikes on Venice Beach
boardwalk... I walked 8-10 miles
A day. And lost a total of 138 lbs.

I've had to fight like Muhammad Ali
For every square inch of joy.

But I still float like a butterfly...
... and I really try to put a cap
On my stinger. I have one.
But I want to go through this life
As wise as a serpent... gentle as a dove.

Because now I know that
all I've gone through
Had a definite purpose.
I'm a Blues Brother's sister...

... on a mission from God.

But it's never about ME.
IT'S ABOUT

H I M.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 16, 2014

--

streaming island before my vision
did i see you weep?
i know it's all a blind decision
will this soul you keep?

we are not islands, nor are we stones,
we wail at the walls,
sometimes our lives are not our own

*for we are foolish ALL.

Beautiful tribute
Tended lawns
Snow white crosses
In their throngs
Men sent out
To right the wrongs
Some were knighted
Some were pawns

There are lovely
Spreading trees
Bowing in the
Scented breeze
In the winter
There to freeze
There our nation's
On its knees

There are many
Stones for heads
Punctured by
The flying lead
There are widows
For those wed
The hearts are countless

They, too, are dead.


SoulSurvivor
Memorial Day
(C) 5/25/2015

You helped me heft
My burdens
You shared in all my cares
You also heavy laden
Your own loads in which to bear.

You took me through
The Bible
Through the stormy seas
Of my misunderstandings
You helped me to ease

Through thick & thin
Supported me
A stalwart friend so true
I could n'er find another
More trustworthy than you!

As a supporter you excell
There to lend a hand
You garner no great glory
As by my side you stand.

You're the lifter of my arms
A background tune that sings
You're an inspiring backdrop
The wind beneith my wings.

Please know that I have
Great respect
For you are from above
I will ever cherish you...

You'll always be LOVED.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 11/5/2017

I set it on fire.

Millions of sparks
Rise up swirling.
Dancing.

Perhaps you've seen
Them rising over
The smoke

(where there's smoke there's fire)

Perhaps you've caught
A few in mason jars

(they aren't fireflies you know)

Perhaps you think
They're pretty...

THEY'RE NOT.

they

are

the

remnants

of

my

heart

going

down


i­n


FLAMES


#

---{6 word}---


**Creativity sold to the highest bidder

Hurting fingers, painful wrist,
Is there a part that I have missed?
Yep... I misspoke once again...
I guess arthritis reached my pen!

~~~


would someone
PLEASE
just cut me off at the
KNEES!

~~~

it's indian summer here
but nobody told my
knee joints


(c) soulsurvivor

On the hill Golgotha
there, planted, was a tree,
Soaking up a Man's life blood
The blood that made us free.

It was planted by the Man
In the hill, a wooden stake
He had to drag it halfway up
His life it would then take.

A horror to be witnessed
By a roaring crowd
Round "The Skull" they cursed the man
Their hatred was his shroud.

But the man said nothing
Though everything He heard.
He heard all the cursing
But he said not a word.

He laid down his arms and legs
Quietly on the cross
He fully knew all pain He'd feel
Aware of the full cost.

A crown of thorns upon His head
Blood and sweat were in His eyes
He drank vinegar and gall
While he heard the cursing cries.

There were two other men on trees
Who went to die up there
One met the Man in Paradise
The other met despair.

The Man beat Satan on that day
Beat him at his game!
He tore the Veil twixt us and God
Jesus was His name.

Christ died that you and I might live
Yes, He died for you and me!
He laid down his life that day
On "The Skull" and the tree.


SoulSurvivor
Write of Passage
2022

... that's HUGE.

my little dog got a dew claw
hooked in her bottom eyelid.
don't ask me how.
i had a heck of a time
keeping her still...
she was struggling.
when the claw was finally
extracted (i spent 5 minuets
praying. calming her) i found that
i had not pulled it up and
out (unhooking it so to speak)

IT HAD BROKEN OFF
SAVING HER EYE.

i pray for protection for this
beautiful little creature.

GOD HEARD ME. and answered.

♥ Catherine

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~~~~~~~~~~~

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

I am not able to get the system to publish a lot of my writing. It seems other people aren't having that problem. Perhaps they DONATE MORE? I am not able to donate much because I'm on Social Security disability and I have a fixed income. Recently I donated more than I could afford. I'm still having this problem. I have many friends on Facebook. Perhaps they would like to know about this problem and find other poetry sites rather than hello poetry. I don't want to do this, because I used to like this site a lot and there are some excellent poets here. I have tried twice to inbox you, Elliott. You have not responded. Perhaps you're trying to force me off the site. You are not succeeding. Instead I shall take this to a higher authority. God. I pray for you. That your heart will be changed. That you will be blessed with everything I want for myself. But I will take this to Facebook also. I don't want my friends to be hurt by a site that does this to people. Thank you for reading.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
1/24/2021

---

I found this young poet on
another site known to be home
to many trolls. I told him about
Hello Poetry. His poet name is
Brain in a bottle

His poetry is raw and has
Imagery of science fiction,
horror and other elements
which are of a psychological
genre. Not to say people who are
not into this type of poetry won't
like his work. He does write about
other things. He also has a wry,
ironic wit. He's quite talented.

I want to ask you folks to kind
of direct the newbie when you
encounter them. This site can be
very confusing to newbie poets!
I remember!

Take care my dear poet friends.
I'll be reading you!

PLEASE PRAY FOR A LADY I KNOW! THE ENEMY IS ATTACKING HER FORCEFULLY!
HER NAME & LOCATION IS UNIMPORTANT. AS ARE HER CIRCUMSTANCES. GOD KNOWS WHAT SHE NEEDS... JUST PRAY SHE WILL OVERCOME! *THANK YOU!

~~~


In Tucson's fair climes
The weather's sublime
It's the perfect time of the year

Though no colorful trees
Not a ONE drops it's leaves
There is one major drawback I fear

Driving caution's suggested
As the roads are conjested
Tucson's now popular! TRUE!

For the balmy air
And the climate fair
Brings all of the
Snowbirds here TOO!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 19, 2014

all systems down.
this plane will have to fly itself.

!!!¡¡¡!!!¡¡¡!!!¡¡¡!!!¡¡¡!!!

Imagine a small grain of sand
Yes, from a sugar beach
Then expand a trillion times
The count is out of reach...

Father God has them numbered.

Then imagine, if you will
Galaxies with stars
And around them planets
More than Jupiter & Mars...

Father God has them named.

When you think of angels
Whatever do you see?
Little waif-like Cupids
Who look like you & me?
Or mighty warrior beings
Gigantic entities
With their feet on planet earth
Their crowns the nebulae!

Father God had them made.

Humans have an intellect
Some extraordinary
But do NOT know the ends of space
The depths the oceans carry...

Father God has them measured.

Could we speak into existence
A dolphin out to play?
Could we make a human body
From scratch our DNA?
Could we scribe a Holy Book
With PROPHECY? NO WAY!!

Father God created every cell, every jot & tittle.

Could a human be so beautiful
So Glorious and fair
That just to gaze upon them
Would vaporize us to air?
The Angels cannot gaze upon
This being Beyond Compare!!

If Glory was personified

OUR GOD WOULD BE THERE!!

Catherine Jarvis
12/8/2020

3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.

6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet

Psalm 8:3-6 KJV

---


I feel guilty when I am
Not on site reading!



SoulSurvivor

Hey! Ladies & gentlemen!
All you girls and boys!
Put away TV remotes!
You have some NEW TOYS!

We have a job that's
just for YOU!
It's easy! You can TRY!
WE WANT A PERSON
IN THE GRAVE...
Just hear our slanderous LIES.

You know that woman over there?
She don't do as she should
She's had a hundred boyfriends
What's more she beats her kids!

You know that guy
downstairs from you?
Investigation's goin' on
Law Enforcement
knows about it
MOLESTING KIDS IS WRONG!

NO! DO NOT CONFRONT THEM!
WE have a way to delve
Heaven forbid they
know you KNOW
So they DEFEND THEMSELVES!

No. We'll do it THIS way...
We'll do it real SLY
Don't worry bout
a thing my friends
Do not question why...

Just go ahead and
spread the WORD!
Tell everyone! Their friends!
I'll teach you some other tricks
To help make their life END.

If we do things all just right
Use my sadistic guide
You'll see that we can
cleanse our world
By their SUICIDE.

Don't worry. It'll be easy.
It's quite simple to do
You will find that
you won't mind...

BE GRATEFUL IT'S NOT YOU.


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
(C) 3/13/2017


The creation of madness always begins
With SLANDER. Imagine. All of a sudden
"Everyone" is against you! You can't figure out WHY. BECAUSE YOU'RE COMPLETELY INNOCENT

---

I have a friend
Who's leather tough
She exposes TRUTH
She knows her stuff!

She's been put through
Living hell
But her voice
Is like a bell

She talks a line
Of what's ahead
If she's dissed
Here's what she sez...

"There are those who fool around
With people's lives
and put them down

Laugh when they see people cry
And have their sport as others die

But you'd better think twice
As you make your bid
You're dealing with me
AND I'M A KING'S KID!

You think that's funny?
It's no joke
You'll see when your plans
Go up in SMOKE...

When the devil comes in
Just like a flood
I overcome with
Jesus' BLOOD

You'd better know
you incurr God's WRATH
When you harrass ME
Better do the MATH...

You don't go after ONE but THREE
You mess with the HOLY TRINITY!

I'm one Bad Baby!
That's no lie
How many times
Have you made me cry?

Yep. That's right. Not even once.
You can TRY but you're a DUNCE!

C'mon! Let's rumble! Cuz I'm game
But you'd best recall my NAME.

Bad Baby. Bad Baby! I'm the ONE
Got you STUMPED! Under the GUN!

Yeah... you'd best not mess with ME!
I'm protected by J.C.!

You know the one they call the CHRIST
He don't PLAY. PAYBACK IS ICE.

All your horses and all your men
Can't put you perps together again!

You had better get off your ride
Because folks you're on the
WRONG SIDE!!!

KINDNESS IS JOY IN AGE OR YOUTH
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

AND THAT'S THE  T R U T H.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/31/2015

When a friend brings in some food
It's bad, but you can't tell.
You may eat, but don't repeat!

*You'll spend the day UNWELL!

@===#

The arms of the trees
Pluck a banjo for the man
Hid on his knees
His Instrument's fan

Sets the stars a-twinklin'
If you have a chance
Watch the clouds dosey doe
Watch mountains dance

A saguaro he plays on
The spoons and the saw
The wind blows at tune
On harmonica!

Brighter than street lights
Moonbeams cut like a knife
Head like a melon
Larger than Life

Yep... the moon plays a banjo
Orion the fiddle
Owls they play metal string
The cat's in the middle

Playin' the drums
Just as loud as you please
Yep... the moon's playin' banjo
With the arms of the trees!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/18/2016

immersion in the Jordan
risen from their graves
there's a place of graciousness
the pastel water saves
yes, there's a place of peaceful joy
for the heart that raves
wisdom beckons... righteousness!
for fools and for knaves
we are awake yet dreaming
wandering into the waves.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/28/2015

no small talk
wit nor regret wrought

just simply

be