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SøułSurvivør Nov 2023
You put on your makeup
And your plastic face
Your big wide smile
And your social grace
You gaze out at your
Penthouse view
You're primed and ready
It's all about you
As you don your full length mink
You look in the mirror
And tip a wink
You're Gucci dressed
And designer shod

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
You meet your hubby
Do what's "right"
You'll meet your boy toy
Late tonight
You order dinner
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine
For your glass
Your "friends" all love you
You hobnob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

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

A homeless woman asks for a dime
You say get a watch to determine the time
You've given to charity
Such a snob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar woman asks again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
"Gave at the office" He says with a laugh
You cut her off as she tries to pass
"Get a job" is what you say
She won't eat at ALL today...
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly.
You hear her sob...

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold
You're laid out, too, in a coffin of gold
She is comforted. You're bereft.
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There's no respect of persons with God.

Because to Him BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
You put on your makeup
and your plastic face,
Your big wide smile
And your social grace,
You gaze out at
your penthouse view,
You're designer ready,
it's all 'bout you.
As you don your
full length mink
You look in the mirror
And you think,
I'm a beauty! What a ***!
Don't you know beauty
Is an inside job?

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

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

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

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

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

The beggar dies out in the cold.
You're laid out in a coffin of gold.
She's comforted while you're bereft,
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There is no regarding persons with God
Because to him *BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C)  2013
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
You put on your makeup
And your plastic face
Your big wide smile
And your social grace
You gaze out at your
Penthouse view
You're primed and ready
It's all about you
As you don your full length mink
You look in the mirror
And tip a wink
You're Gucci dressed
And designer shod

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
You meet your hubby
Do what's "right"
You'll meet your boy toy
Late tonight
You order dinner
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine
For your glass
Your "friends" all love you
You hobnob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

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

A homeless woman asks for a dime
You say get a watch to determine the time
You've given to charity
Such a snob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar woman asks again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
"Gave at the office" He says with a laugh
You cut her off as she tries to pass
"Get a job" is what you say
She won't eat at ALL today...
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly.
You hear her sob...

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold
You're laid out, too, in a coffin of gold
She is comforted. You're bereft.
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There's no respect of persons with God.

Because to Him BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2013
Rewritten (c) 2/26/2016
It don't matter if you are a
Begger in Calcutta or the
QUEEN of ENGLAND.

GOD IS NO RESPECTER OF PERSONS!

-
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
B ecoming

E sthetic's

A dequate

U nderstanding

T hrough

Y ourself
Yes!!!
SøułSurvivør May 2017
you know to stop reading
when letters look like
o   fe t
c    n    t    i
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/20/2017

Getting muzzy-headed so I'm
Going to bed.

GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door

Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders

Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain

Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder

I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids

Summer waits...


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/7/2016
Sorry it took me so long to get back. My father has been ill again. He is better but we have to watch him. Thanks for understanding.
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
I think dogs hate us...

... we have ALL the food!


10W
Soul Survivor
My dog has a look on her sometimes when I'm eating... and if looks could ****... lol!
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.
Belief:

Jesus describes three kinds of soil
Upon which we labor. Toil.

1. We disburse seed upon the edge
Of the way, the trodden verge
There no soft place to plant is found
Hungry birds peck seed from ground.

2, The second type produces shoot
Joyful! Laughing! But no root.
No soil but rock 1 inch under
The seedling dies, it's no wonder...

3. This growth's root indeed goes down
But a choking **** beside is found!
The plant is stunted, has meager shoots
No wonder! It had twisted roots!

Faith:

Now, there was a different kind of ground called Faith,
It buried seed and gave it grace.
The loam produced so much grain
The Soft soil and spirit rain!
So much fruit grew right there
that harvesting workers laborers shared!

There's a difference between belief and faith
Only the last will see God's face.
Only deep roots produce rich trees
One must dig deep to produce these!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
Diffd
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
~~~=<♡>=~~~

when it dawns
and the sky is passing fair
in the peace in a time of silent prayer
in the breath of a
newborn child's sleep
there are mem'rys
we will always keep

when a mother first holds her child
in the strength of a mustang
running wild
in the hush of an ocean's
silent depths
there are feelings in us
that we'll ne'r forget

eagles fly
and soar on lofty wings
infants cry when their
time of life begins
seedlings grow
from the fall of gentle rains
these are things we know
but can we fully explain?

in the rise of a harvest moon
in the scent of a rose
in fullest bloom
in the grace of a
dancer's swirling form
then our senses make us
glad we're born

in the flames of the setting sun
in softness of night that's
just begun
in the lights of the pinpricked sky
there are times we pause
to think and ponder why?

breezes blow
and yet are never seen
there's a mind
that can only think a dream
can you touch the light
of falling stars
these are things we know
but can we prove they are?

in the roar of a breaking wave
we are kept from the
cradle to the grave
we may know
in our last and final hour
a loving and

ALMIGHTY POWER


soulsurvivor
4/21/2009


~~~=<♡>=~~~
a song

~~~=<♡>=~~~
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
I am a Believer.
Catching fish with
nets, not hooks!


Soul Survivor
I'm calling myself a Believer, not a Christian.
The Romans gave us that label.
It was a derogatory term!
The fish caught are thrown back... eternally grateful!!!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
... don't pray for things possible.

Pray for impossible things!


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/30/2016
How could a woman with strep throat, double pneumonia, and severe infection in her bronkaids be completely healed in a day and a half? Her doctors were completely baffled. She had been on every antibiotic known to man. But she was pronounced completely cured. It has been chronicled by the doctors involved as a bona fide miracle.

How could a man who's a hardened criminal, murderer of 3 people, an unrepentant drug dealer and member of the Devils Diciples motorcycle gang turn from this lifestyle and leave the city he'd lived in all his life (overnight) for a new life as a Christian?

How could a woman who had battled severe depression all her life find true joy & happiness in Christ... OVERNIGHT?

I invite all non-believers to explain these things away. I witnessed these Miracles personally. Because I was the one who prayed. I have never prayed for the possible. Because I know the God I serve wants prayer for the impossible. I did not tell you of these things to glorify myself. I am less than nothing. A drug addict. An alcoholic. Used to lie, cheat, and steal for drugs. I was delivered from all of that... OVERNIGHT. CAN THAT BE EXPLAINED?

If it can, "Lucy, you got some 'splainin to do."

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Even if it hurts.
You believe.
Put yourself in,
their moccasins,
Kemosabe.
Maybe they've been trudging
up rough terrain
all their lives.
With the cacti and sharp
rocks biting into
their already worn moccasins.
Uphill in the pouring rain.
With a load that weighs
like an elephant's *****
on their backs.
Unable to see for

The tears.

Maybe they had a bad day.
Maybe they have undiagnosed
behavioral health problems.
Maybe they are in physical pain.
Maybe they're immature.
Maybe terribly insecure.
Maybe they meant
NOTHING
by that look they gave you
or that remark they made.
Maybe they did.

WHO CARES?!!

Our purpose on
this planet is to

LOVE

Even when we are
unloved.
The test of true character
isn't loving those who love you.
It's loving those who

HATE YOUR GUTS

Then when you stand
before God
you can be assured
you did the best
you could do
down
here.

He loves those people
as much as He loves

YOU

Love them the same.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
This write is as much for me
as anyone. I have some trolls
giving me problems. I could
get angry and rail against them.
But I won't.
Instead I'm going to
PRAY FOR THEM
and hope they have a better tomorrow.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2017
the surface
                 of the paper lie
           the tendrils of oceans
     the mating
of smooth stones
     sea monsters congregate
            darkness holds on like
                               a limpet
          all we can do
                 is carry a torch
                  
        *and hold our breath.
Stream of consciousness...
SøułSurvivør May 2017
"The ocean is a desert
with its life underground
and a perfect disguise
above..." Dewey Bunnell

On a horse with
no name I rode
bare-backed in
the purple sage...
***** Pipe cacti
played the melodies
of Mexico.

Swaying sea grasses
were skirts for the
range fences...
broken and rusty.
To be avoided,
my parents warned...
Tetanus... lock-jaw.
Other things to be
aware of...
don't swim too far
from the beach...
don't stay too long
in the sun...

I was happy at the
tide pools... aqua and
pristine. Sea slugs...
far from slug-like.
Flat and purplish
with frilly edges,
undulating dancers.
Picked up and dropped
over and over.
Baby octopi... an
entire tidepool
drenched in purple
ink in its desperate
bid for freedom...
Sea Urchins...
"Their spines can
****..." my parents
warned. It was
fascinating how
they attached
themselves to
the rocks...
Almost as firmly
as the limpets...

We had
Hermit Crab races
Ate food disallowed
at home... swam
out to where water
was ultramarine...
jumped over the
barbed-wire...

with our arms

hugging

the

sun...*


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/21/2017
My family took a trip down to Mexico. We stayed at a ranch, camping on the beach. It was totally private, the beach untouched. Our first experience with total freedom... my fondest memory of childhood.

I tried to sleep just now... no go. Guess I'll stay up and be a nightowl for a while! Lol!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2020
Beyond the glaze of headlights
On rain-slick onyx streets
Beyond skyscraper canyons
Where auburn smog's discrete
As it blends with the raindrops
The dirt & clouds there meet
Beyond the filthy City
There is a place so sweet.

Beyond rose scented Gardens
Filled with honey'd dew
Beyond the Cypress Colonnades
Where the Italians woo
Beyond the sugar beachpaths
Where the Sawgrass grew
look up where the Moon is
You will know it's true.

Beyond the small town quaintness
Mornings in the Sun
Where people still get to know you
You can greet everyone
Beyond delicious Bakery smells
Of bread and hot cross buns

Beyond the crime filled crucible
Where it's understood
You only live to 25
IF your luck is good
Beyond the rat **** jungle
Where evil is afoot
Beyond the teeming tenements
The place that's called The 'Hood

Beyond the farms and wheatfields
The ranches to the West
Beyond the Red Rock gullies
Where are you can, your soul, divest
Beyond the Eagles Echo cries
Beyond the doves white breast
There is a place for you to go
As time will attest

A place above the billows
Above the speckled sky
Shivering with sequins
A place so very high
Where space and time lose meaning
And matter is a sigh
Won't you travel with me?
Must you always question why?
A place where you are lost & found
Beyond the nebulae

Here on Earth we stumble
This weighted world to plod
It seems we've leaden sandals
As we go roughshod
We look to our leaders
And others to applaud
I find it very humorous
Yes, so very odd
That we should look up always

At everything but God.

Catherine Jarvis
7/8/2020

https://www.facebook.com/100004866559141/posts/1473874339451437/
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
a shadow dances

write upon it what you will

it will always be there


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015
I was going to write a longer poem
but decided not to. I believe this
should suffice. There's always that
elusive thought that you
just can't catch!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
I have faith in science.
GOD
created it after all!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 29, 2014
O:-)
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
10W

i am big enough
to say i am

SMALL

Amen


soulsurvivor
Inspired by
Sherri Harder
a wonderful, humble
woman of God.

THANKS!

---<♡>---
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
@~~~@~~~@~~~@



if stars are actually suns
why are they

so

*COLD?
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
October 4, 2014

A star-crossing
Is that place where
Trains of thought
Collide
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
bird in darkness, sings at night
a testament. a sigh.
she warbles for the coming light
but never wants to fly
for she fears a tre'chorus flight
in darkness as it lies
cruel, its haunches pull in tight
it homes in on her cries
yet she evades its clutch's might,
so no matter how it tries
God has given second sight
and darkness

always

DIES



SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/29/2017
without the ambient light from
our cities or electrical lights
even candles or fire
wouldn't WE fear the dark?

I wrote this after sitting
out on my front porch listening
with great appreciation
to a nightbird
SøułSurvivør Sep 2020
everyone has a voice here
every note will flow
some of us are nightingales
some of us are crows
some of us are magpies
collecting shiny things
some of us canaries
which in the coalmine sing
some of us are larks
singing in the copse
some of us are ravens
gathered 'round a corpse
some are Laughing *******
who scream to beat the band
some of us are ostrich
with our heads in sand
some of us can "Twitter"
how we love our "tweets"!
some of us are silly coots
with funny orange feet!
some of us are toucan
with beaks that are outgrown
some of us are parrots
with a beak that's not our own
some of us are robins
hopping on the lawn
some of us are lovely
angelic, graceful swans
some of us are mockingbirds
yes, you could fit that bill
some are birds with feathers
which make a lovely quill
some of us are peacocks
great beauties, but a bore
some of us are hawks
which o'r deep canyons soar

some of us are eagles
symbols of our call
I welcome you to
birdland
where we are poets

ALL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/4/2016
All except for the parrots.
They need to be plucked!

What kind of bird are YOU?

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
^¡^

everyone has a voice here
every note will flow
some of us are nightingales
some of us are crows
some of us are magpies
collecting shiny things
some of us canaries
which in the coalmine sing
some of us are larks
singing in the copse
some of us are ravens
gathered 'round a corpse
some are Laughing *******
who scream to beat the band
some of us are ostrich
with our heads in sand
some of us can "Twitter"
how we love our "tweets"!
some of us are silly coots
with funny orange feet!
some of us are toucan
with beaks that are outgrown
some of us are parrots
with a beak that's not our own
some of us are robins
hopping on the lawn
some of us are lovely
angelic, graceful swans
some of us are mockingbirds
yes, you could fit that bill
some are birds with feathers
which make a lovely quill
some of us are peacocks
great beauties, but a bore
some of us are hawks
which o'r deep canyons soar

some of us are eagles
symbols of our call
I welcome you to
birdland
where we are poets

ALL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/4/2016
All except for the parrots.
They need to be plucked!

What kind of bird are YOU?

-
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
in
your
face
hell
mongers
you sit in judgement
condemning the lost while
your wings conceal gluttony
envy, pr  ide and avar  ice like
sulfuric    eggs. You drop on    down
like             harpy eagles on           fish
just forget you
ever took on
the title of
'Christian'
because you
can rest assured
that Christ Jesus will


SoulSurvivor
2/7/2015
I'm sick and tired of "Christians"
who don't have compassion.
In the Bible it states
they are "clouds without water"
That says it all.

♥love covers a multitude of sins♥

~~♥~~
SøułSurvivør Jan 2020
The cake burned in the oven
The fridge broke down as well
The plumbing broke
& soaked the floor
This was the day from hell.

So much for cake & ice cream
So much for mopping up
I'm telling you, I have the flu
This day has been a flop!

Not gonna call a plumber
You know how $$$ goes
This happened on a Sunday
That's spendy doncha know!

I've HAIR that hurts, my buddy
I've such and aching head!
Is it a sin to just turn in?

I'll spend the day in bed!.

Catherine Jarvis
1/23/2020
My birthday wasn't quite that bad, but I wasn't feeling well. Yucky poo!!
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
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
The difference in these adjectives
Is in the letter "I"
There are many Faithful
Who would believe a lie.

There is no assurance
In God's wealth, you see,
Prosperity's not always given
Nothing comes for free.

Evangelists will tell you,
"SOW YOUR SEED TODAY!!!"
They target the gullible
And they had better PRAY.

Remember that letter "I"?
They bandy it about.
They tear up the floorboards
And they scream & SHOUT!

So you sow your seed to them
Expecting God's applause!
You are expecting miracles...
BUT GOD'S NOT SANTA CLAUS!!!

That's where you get angry.
You get mad at GOD.
The "I" replaces "E"
Now isn't THAT odd?

But "E" stands for EFFORT.
It stands for EXCELLENCE.
It stands for ENDURANCE.
Use your INTELLIGENCE.

Bitter people don't GET blessings.
They're only chastised MORE.
God is NOT a MERCHANT
At some celestial STORE!

Be grateful for what you DO HAVE.
If you live in the U.S. coasts.
If you're in a land of plenty
You have MORE THAN MOST!

So watch out for those letters.
Endurance is a JOB.
And it is a terrible thing

TO FACE AN ANGRY GOD!


SoulSurvivor
1/3/2017
There's a point when you have to make a decision. When the going gets tough, it is a blessing in disguise.

I may have been ripped off for hundreds of dollars. An online clothing company  (Modlilly) scammed me. I don't have enough money for food this month, let alone rent. But I won't let the "I" (ego) get the better of me. "E" also means ENERGY. I'm planning for a yardsale. I won't be reading for a while because there's alot of work & planning in my future. PLEASE PRAY FOR ME. THANKS!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
the
persimmon  
cloud
*******      
loudly        
announcing        

a      

purple
passion
panorama

kissing          
collective          
          
cacti  
cruising

the
crinoline          

crepustular                      
monochromatic


*cosmos
Fun with words!
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
In pace with our various disciplines
We walk over cracking tile
Pretending it is
just more ice...

Black bees angle for the sharp taste
Of esoteric flowers,  their honey
Pungent...
As the smell of

midnight

Reading from borrowers
Their books bought
And paid for
I make my
Own
Analysis

And look no longer
For my forgotten

Dream.

Solaces from memory of things
Done badly, the light pierces
Down... silver light laces

The green.

The heart repairs itself
And then is fractured
Once again. ..
By looking
Too long
At the

Moon.

Towers of stone grow over living flesh
But then disolve in rot...
Never to mark

its

passing
.
.
.

Soul Survivor
2002
O wrote this years ago in an
Exercise of free form
Random thought
Poetry
SøułSurvivør Aug 2020
we're all heros
      groveling in the dirt

   for masterpieces of

          barbed wire
wrought
                           lead and red glass
             comin' out

                     lookin' like a rose

          black & blue BEAUTIFUL.
Inspired by South by Southwest's poem "blossoms".  It's a must read!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2022
Above a battlefield
Raven grooms itself carefully
Black feather drifts


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2022
SøułSurvivør Jan 2022
Blighted ideals
Dark and sticky tar
They tell us how to think and act 🎬
They think themselves a Star!🌟

They ascend to the heights!
A chimneysweep of soot
They on Hollywood Boulevard
They are underfoot 👣

People like a Robot 🤖
Should give starships a Cruise
But when any star goes nova
It's a lookout world 🌎

YOU LOSE.👎👎
Legands in their own minds.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
in a room with
no windows
wafting
beguiling
scent
drawing little
children
the young
the
innocent

the decadence
seems harmless
the courtiers
ask pardon
nothing 's deemed
evil in this
shadowy
garden

sans the
light
for rainbow hues
their color
there refracts

but none
can see the tragic
cost, nor
the

lilies

*black
I have to write about
evil perpetrated against children

I am a survivor of childhood abuse

no greater evil could exist

-----------'@
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
    \/\/    eyes of acid green
               amber flesh
       of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing        
turned up nose      
pouting lips •      
you pour a glass
        you take a sip
               purest poison
                   in her flask •••
                         all you have to
                    do is ask • she
           sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she      
shreds your back              
she's a mamma •                
she's a pet • but              
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
             she'll make you
                 shiver • make you
              shake • then waits
       for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you    
won't remember
          where you began
                         everything
                              becomes a
                     blur • then
           your soul
is truly hers
as the flames    
go higher              
and higher                
she slithers        
round your
         funeral pyre
      you're so
protective    
and so proud          
but your sheets                
become your                      
shroud •                  
they find    
          you lying
               in your
       bed
mamba
bites          
and    
   you
   are
      D
    E
A
D
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/12/2014

An old poem from a former site.
I needed to do some concrete to take
my mind off of things
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
~~~@

**a maze of tunnels
under blacktop
a poesy of lilies dark as dusk
a bette noir drawn on
charcoal paper
an  elephant's carcass
sans his tusk

the negative without a cipher
the poem written in the dark
the Good Book without a cover
the human blood that
draws the shark

as i sit here
twilight's falling
i'll sit here in the failing light
i'll sit here looking at black rainbows

til my heart bleeds its last goodnight
Very depressed right now.
There's gotta be a pony under here somewhere
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
black as fangs
wicked gargoyles
black as ravens
witch's coils
black as the crusts
upon Job's boils

black as patchouli
fragrant oils
black as skin which
took the toils
black as deepest loam-
rich soils

white as clouds
white as snow
white as light
upon the floes
white as stones
for games of Go
white as all
"good" things
you know

white as an owl
which kills, devours
white as mould
on food that sours
white as magic
ivory towers
white as sands
which pass the hours

black & white
as piano keys
which provide
sweet melodies
black & white
is what we
SEE
black & white
letters - decrees
black & white

as

POETRY


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/11/2016
white isn't necessarily "good"
&
black isn't "bad"

I have an appointment this morning
I'll be off site, but will return
this afternoon to read
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
where the conformity sees a

(blank page)

we see scarlet letters and ink
of hues unimaginable . those
who don't know what it's like
to fight origami dragons, thin
as wafts of ***** smoke, the
wings of which having the po-
wer to knock their worlds to
the next millennium and the
flaming jaws to crush chrod-
mum skulls to powder . those
stars of their scales tell tales .
of woe . the beat of their heat
like a tribal drum from Hades
but all the conformity sees is

(blank page)

we see billions of suns already
extinguished . wraiths of cloud
wrapping around the tip of our
pen . we see . android humans
and human ai's cannot . we are
given a unique ability as poets
we make something blank into
beauty . ugliness . banality into
exquisite expression . cheers!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/2/2016
I was inspired by the visual on
rebecca askew's homepage. I
love it!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
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|             |
|             |
|             |
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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
Rolled on the tounge
The seed we swallowed
From Earth
Was ground by futile teeth
The vacuum of our mouths
Chewed consigning
Our births
To our legacies.

Eat it and you will taste
The GMO wax fruit
Plastic in the bowels of Poseidon
Grimy factories rotting
In the Chinese
Wastelands
Chernobyl of an
Economic
Meltdown.

Taste the dew
Black oil pushed
From the pores of
Nephilim.

Taste the rain
Corrosive acid
Which is an analyte
Immeasurable
No components
Could be
Its equal in
Nihilism
Bringing not
Chaos
But
Complete
Annihilation.

Persephone forever in Hades
And a blasted Demeter.

THE END
This was in a contest, another poetry site that I am on. I got a bronze trophy! It was my first trophy, and I'll never forget it!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2021
Rolled on the tounge
The seed we swallowed
From Earth
Was ground by futile teeth
The vacuum of our mouths
Chewed consigning
Our births
To our legacies.

Eat it and you will taste
The GMO wax fruit
Plastic in the bowels of Poseidon
Grimy factories rotting
In the Chinese
Wastelands
Chernobyl of an
Economic
Meltdown.

Taste the dew
Black oil pushed
From the pores of
Nephilim.

Taste the rain
Corrosive acid
Which is an analyte
Immeasurable
No components
Could be
Its equal in
Nihilism
Bringing not
Chaos
But
Complete
Annihilation.

Persephone forever in Hades
And a blasted Demeter.

THE END
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Love gives
life its color.
Without it

shadows
are pale



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
Thank you, James, for the inspiration!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Bleed! My poet...
Again I say, BLEED!

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

(better read than dead)!!!!
SøułSurvivør May 2015
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one       day
when love fills up
on rain which is
scarlet hued
a flower
the

heart     which
grows wild and is
never cut for the
table woos us
with the
same

fervor     within
as a red rose or bird
of paradise lost in
the jungle or as
orchid bloom
burgeons
we

can      know
this flower only as
the bleeding heart
all baby's breath
queen Anne's
lace and the
pure

daisy

all other     flowers
listen to the music played
by the beauty of a heart
broken but yet strong
a bard who has the
key to your pale
forgotten
dream



soulsurvivor
5/4/2015
There is an actual flower known
as the Bleeding Heart

It hamgs like a fuchsia

---
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~


when the heart
is in darkness
the soul is blind


soulsurvivor
Sorry I haven't been
Keeping up with my
reading... I have to
get an iPad as this
Phone is still on the fritz
SøułSurvivør Aug 2016
-

The worst things always happen
When things are looking up.

Yet shall I praise Jesus!
He is not at fault.

I'm going to praise God in the
Midst of trials.

Some trials are of water.
Some of fire. All end.
I'll be off site yet again.
I'm sorry.

Nothing to be concerned about.
I'll be OK.
SøułSurvivør May 2017
Bitterness pours into
The mind, akin to
sulfuric acid in dark ink

****** chemicals
Blossoming to clouds
in the vessel
Of consciousness

Becoming phantoms, ghosts
All manner of nightmare
Haunts, parasitic, they proliferate

Be aware, they live
in your nighttime anger

The kind you sleep on

To sleep, perchance to

*DREAM
Don't let the sun go down on your anger. I had a bad experience at a family
Get-together which I allowed
To eat at me. That turned to
Depression and bad dreams

I'm better now thank God
He always helps me through!

Please have patience  with me
I'm reading again, but slowly!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
A marble Stone from the earth
Beautiful in every way to God
Found by those who labored odd
And thus rejected. Without worth

This very piece of quaried Rock
"Valueless" and thrown away
Is a Cornerstone unto this day
The most important building block

Blood weeps, as tears, within it's cracks
For it is built upon a hill
But the lost reject it still
Though in it's HEART there is no lack

Within that Heart there exist eyes
That see all the hardship, pain
But in most people there remains
The need to believe Deception's lies

There is a statue of a man
The King David by his name
Michelangelo of fame
Erected it, as in Rome planned

The block of marble used for him
Had what, for most, was fatal flaw
But the great sculptor did then draw
The greatest carving there's ever been

This marvel, crowds to awe and sway
Made by hands of a talented one
But God selected the Cornerstone
But it's still reviled and cast away

It is ever there, to accept and thus atone
For the nascient misdeeds of self
Indeed, more precious than great wealth
Is the cleansing blood from a Stone


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/16/2016
The marble blocks used for the Statue of David in Rome had a flaw in it. It was therefore rejected by many sculptors. But it was an excellent piece of marble. So Michelangelo worked around the flaw and thus created one of the most beautiful sculptures on earth.

The Stone I speak of in this poem
Is, of course, Jesus Christ.

This is a different rhyming scheme for me. I hope it came out alright...
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
@~~~~@~~~~@


you cut me to the wick
my perfume

is

coppery




despair




@~~~~@~~~~@
Soulsurvivor
To battered women everywhere
Says it all
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
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
10W

your money is not
a parachute

it is a

*
BALLOON !!!
We are in a paper and plastic
financial construct put together with
paper clips and bubble gum

THIS IS AN INTERNATIONAL PROBLEM

The big financial disaster already
occurred in 2008. Our economy is
DEAD
We have been on life support for
the last seven years

They've been pumping hot air into
the balloon for SEVEN YEARS.
HOW MUCH LONGER BEFORE IT
>>~~~> BLOWS UP??? <~~~<<

GET YOUR SPIRITUAL HOUSE IN ORDER!!!
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