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SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
When you have nowhere to go
Trials are fast, blessings slow
And the toilet overflows

Count it ALL JOY!

When winter Paints the Roses blue
When your boyfriend finds someone new
And all your friends turn on you

Count it ALL JOY!

When you are truly at a loss
Not even one coin to toss
Had a fight with your new boss!

Count it ALL JOY!


Maybe you don't have a job
You're on the street you just been robbed
People actin' like they're snobs
You cry for help, their heads just bob
You really have the trials of Job

Count it ALL JOY!

Maybe you're sick, and filled with pain
And you're sitting in the rain
Your energy is on the wane
The fiddle plays a sad refrain

Count it ALL JOY!

When you feel you're near the end
And you're going 'round the bend
Cannot find a single friend...


COUNT IT ALL JOY!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/21/2016
James 1:2-8

... for the joy of the Lord is your strength.
Nehemiah 8-10

Can't sleep due to physical pain.

-
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
... stab people in the back
and avoid their eyes.

10W
Soul Survivor
Gossip is purely vicious. I'm dealing with some slander right now. The people perpetrating it are bullies and can't confront me face to face. I have made the decision to forgive them. But I will NEVER FORGET.
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
☆☆☆

men      and
boys who ride
the range, rugged
proud, and maybe
strange. their job's
to herd the dogies
                 wild, so they them-                
((                   selves are far from                  ))
mild! look! there they go! watch 'em ride!
with the devil by their
side! <●> they  <●> don't
drive around in cars, but
sometimes they will go
to bars. their bedroom
is under the stars
☆☆☆☆



SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/30/2015
the romantic legacy of the
cowboy lives on!

☆☆☆
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
When something
light years away
can blot out
all light...

... much like a modern romance.


Soul Survivor
Thè Rose breasted the foamy sea,
a hand came dripping from the waves,
'twas watery death, Queen Witch herself!
Sand clotted song pushed
through her ribs.

Chorus
A nova made her blackness sigh,
She was soaking in the brine...
Sing, ancient Witch, on your crack'd shell,
Sing and wash your skin so fine.

Rose as scepter, dark and fearsome,
stars to light death's luminous blade
curved to catch the careless kelp
to be placed before the Witch.

Chorus

The Queen laughs at all her ribs
that have been broken by her music,
She selects one for a rotting sailor.
Placing it in Adam's ribcage,
She waves her scepter, HE'S ALIVE!

But in the process the wounded Rose breaks,
sending cracks up her hand and arm!
When, at last, it breaks her heart,
she falls apart into the sand.

Chorus


[Bridge
By her husband she will lie
A pile to fill an hour glass
For it was meet that she should die,
for then they will embrace at last


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
and Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
This is offered as an entry on another site
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
---

there is a crack
a crack in the clay
a crack   in the vessel for
water today . it is quite small
it's hard for to see . it's always
in you . it's always in me . the
master carries this vessel
for to bathe and to wash
and another sound
vessel which

is balanced across
his strong broad
shoulders . one on each
side . with a stick for to balance
both for the ride . the man dipped
his pots . w ith water to seek . but the
*** with t he crack in it began to leak
as the m  an passed . on his way to
his **  me . the leak in the ***
began to flow
W                                  
A                       ­           
T                                  
E                ­                  
R                                  

S        ­                          
P                                  
I                                  
L                                  
L                           ­       
E                                  
D                    ­              
down upon the verge of the path
where there were trees, flowers
and grass . the master looked back
where he had been . one side was
withered . but the other was green
a riot of colors from the blooms and
the trees . told that they had had
water . the master was pleased
so he placed the cracked vessel
in its own special place . and
walked away happy . With a

smile on his face!


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/21/2015
This poem illustrates how
even cracked vessels have an
important place in the world

I hope that this is not too
difficult to read :-*

---
SøułSurvivør Feb 2022
Idk, but it seems to me this site may be going insane. It drives my wee android computer crazy!! Is a crash on the horizon? I'm moving my poetry to a stable place. I've tried to reach Eliot. Nothing. Oh, well.

I suggest Allpoetry. Excellent.


💔 Catherine
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
Here I am
In your crazy ward
You've given me
The nut award
You keep me locked
You haven't heard?
I have a Sword...

It's called the WORD!

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

[chorus]

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


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

[chorus]


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

Well, if following Jesus makes me crazy, then crown me with a tinfoil hat & hand me crayons!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
/\
<    >
V

the greater the darkness
the more the light is

VISIBLE



10W
soulsurvivor
I'm gonna let my light shine
The darkness can care for itself

/\
<   >
V
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
PART I

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
Don't matter how they CRY...

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
(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!

This is a tactic used by the
"Church" of Scientology
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
i


the
weak mountain
sent it's pale blue streaks
into the river
she accepted by
sneaking them
to their
final breath
in
the
sea


ii


fire
two years
of drought
tear
the source of rain
in twain
the water witches dance like
dervishs turn and toss
for the wine
on

your


table


iii


the fabrics
of the other side
slashed by
a single syllable of
lightning
the clouds cover
the

abashed

face

of

Venus



iiii


press
the world's
face to the glass
and all it sees
is a mirror
an enormous eye
staring
toward
God
his blue muscles ripple
the tsunami spoils
for a fight
the

golden

spires

engulfed in

wet

flame


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/4/2015
nature takes by force
what is not given

resistance is futile
all the works of man
are as bacterium to a
Tyrantesaurus Rex

---
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
"""@,,,,@""'@,,,,@"""


sing to the King of kings
worship our mighty Lord
maker of everything
mountain to shore

sing of His faithfulness
worship His Holy Name
bow to His countanance
always the same

bring Him a song of hope
bring Him a song of faith
sing Him a song of love
all who have breath

creation speaks aloud
stars have their tales to tell
waves on the distant shores
whisper in shells

all of earth's creatures
cry out their stories
listen and you will hear
God's Glory

they bring Him songs of hope
they bring Him songs of faith
they sing Him songs of love
unto their death

lost ones speak muteness
people without a spark
closed mouths of unbelief
sleep in the dark

Lord, wake the silent ones
open their ears to hear
part lips to cry out loud
with love and fear

let them join in the choir
teach them a new thing
let every mouth proclaim

Christ Jesus King


soulsurvivor
(C) 2/26/2009
This is my Sunday morning song
I've been singing to God today
I will try to post a worship song
On the Lord's day every week
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
~~~



If you read this poem
PLEASE READ THE WHOLE THING.



I believe in the 5th dimension
I believe in Planet X (Wormwood)
I believe in evil aliens (demons)
I believe TV is dreck...

I believe in the Georgia Guidestones
They're satanic... Mason made
I believe that we must battle
For Freedom, honor, and be brave...

I believe that there are forces
Most of us don't recognize
I don't believe the lies
they've fed us
I really cannot sympathise...

I believe that there are angels
I believe in demons too
Just because we do not see them
Doesn't mean that they are not true.

Many folks will think me crazy
With this onus I must live
I'm getting my own house
In order
Here's advice which I must give...

PLEASE. The news is of the devil.
The media is telling lies.
The only thing you have to do
Is look at the history
they've disguised...

PLEASE. Just look at JFK.
Look at Martin Luther King.
If this doesn't tell you something
Then you haven't learned a thing.

Corporate governance
Running nations
The USA is no longer great.
We've sold out to other countries
Our Bill of Rights has met its fate...

Folks, there's no more Constitution
That is something of the past.
Our president's writing exec orders
And the end is coming fast.

But I believe in God the Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
I believe the three are ONE.

I have no fear for I am certain
That LOVE IS STRONG. Yes I do.
Please my friend, do not be fearful
But I ask one thing of you...

Love's the only way to counter
The forces of a raging hell
LOVING PEOPLE IS MY CREDO

Please let it be your own as well.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
I have been deep in prayer
And meditation.
I'm no more spiritual than
The next person. But I am in tune.
I have stated my beliefs here.
I've spent literally years studying
This kind of thing. I have been
Witness to things that cannot
Be explained. I know many people
With similar experiences.

I feel duty bound to post this.
If it is disregarded I still will
Have done what I feel is right.

I DON'T WANT TO FRIGHTEN YOU!
BUT WE MUST FIGHT!
OUR WEAPON?

L O V E.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
have                                                                                  you
ever                      ­                                                 noticed
crescent                                                             moons
always                                                  turn up
with a                                        smile
never down with a frown?
Ever noticed that?


SoulSurvivor
Even the heavens smile!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore
.
I'm going through some very difficult physical trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡
cry
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
cry
===

my eyes are dry
but they

haven't told my heart


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/9/2015
this isn't about the haters
and their opinion
this is about all the
good former friends
they may have
infected with their virus of hatred

I have faithful followers.
bless you all!
but I have also lost friends.

forgive me if I'm not
reading as much

I need some time to think
grieve and pray

THANK YOU!

===
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
~~~

bubble
in the scrying glass
sphere within a sprere
hairline cracks and sealing
wax and your future will
appear . it does all in
          magic - through.        
the gypsy
kind
she
can
tell
your
fortune
even though she's


B L I N D


soulsurvivor
~~~
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
a
          crystal
                ||        ship
||
upon the sea • fractured
light to port and lee • the  
wind it howls and makes    
its pass • thru the rigging    
made of glass • rainbow      
colors splash the waves    
who'd know this boat put
||
men in graves • though
they were both brave
~~~~~~~~ and bold • they ~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~ disembarked ~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~  ~~~~~~~~ on the ~~~~~~~~  ~~~
~~~~~ ISLE of SOULS ~~~~~


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/18/2016


I know that this isn't the best
concrete I've done. I did it to
take my mind off things. I'm
going to read a little, then go
to sleep. Very tired.

THANKS TO YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

-
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
Thought I'd have a cuppa
to assuage my carnal thirst
I didn't know what I should drink
who I should have first

I thought of my friend Jack
Daniels to his friends
Life of the drunken party...
But it's only 9am

Then I thought of Harvey
who'd come in from the coast
But i really do not like him
'coz he's a milquetoast

Ah! I know who's perfect!
Tho I could be wrong
But he's tall, dark n handsome!
So very hot and strong!

He's uplifting! RICH!
He makes my heartstrings tug
He is bold yet mellow...
... and that good lookin' MUG!

Yes. I think I'll try him
he's got get up and go
He's the deep and "brew"ding type

he's my cuppa joe!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/23/2016
For a friend... to liven up her day!
Thought I'd have a cuppa
to assuage my carnal thirst
I didn't know what I should drink
who I should have first

I thought of my friend Jack
Daniels to his friends
Life of the drunken party...
But it's only 9am

Then I thought of Harvey
who'd come in from the coast
But i really do not like him
'coz he's a milquetoast

Ah! I know who's perfect!
Tho I could be wrong
But he's tall, dark n handsome!
So very hot and strong!

He's uplifting! RICH!
He makes my heartstrings tug
He is bold yet mellow...
... and that good lookin' MUG!

Yes. I think I'll try him
he's got get up and go
He's the deep and "brew"ding type

he's my cuppa joe!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of passage and
Invisible inc
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
---

I've done some research
On cancer's cause
Western medicine, Dr Oz.

They don't have answers, I'm afraid.
And the cure is in what GOD made.

Cancer's vector? A simple virus.
A parasite and a fungus.

Candida overgrowth.
Radiation. Stress.
We all face this in the West.

So are there answers? Well. Let's see.
Tell me if you don't agree.

Sodas should go down the drain
They have sugar or aspertame.

Sugar feeds cancer. Cut it out!
I KNOW that this will make you pout
But you can find nuts a tasty treat
Find some that you like to eat!

Say NO to coffee. All caffeine.
Eat kale and other leafy greens.

If you want nutrition saved
Cut the cord on your microwave!
They watered plants
with water nuked
They died. Nutrition down the tubes.
So no TV dinners. Processed foods.

No fruits or veggies grown GMOs.
WHEAT is bad! And on it goes.

So it may cost a little more?
Shop your local health food store!

What does it matter?
What's cancer's cost?
And your life will not be lost!

If you tire of reading this
There may be important
things you miss... READ ON!

NATURAL REMEDIES FOR CANCER

Blackstrap molasses. 1 tablespoon
Baking soda. 1 teaspoon
Mix with a glass of water and drink.
(Baking soda should be found at
a health food store)
Blackstrap molasses can also be used
topically for skin cancer.

Tincture of the husk of the
Black walnut nut. 2 drops
Tincture of clove. 2 drops
Tincture of wormwood. 2 drops
Mix in a glass of water and drink. Add lemon and honey.
It'll taste better.

IMPORTANT!
DO NOT USE TAP
OR BOTTLED WATER!
Get distilled water and add
Minerals in liquid form.
Your health food store will have this.

There are many herbs and spices
Which help.
There's iodine in common kelp.
Turmeric
Cucumin
etc.

VERY POWERFUL
Soursop tea. Green tea sans caffeine
Fresh vegetables of the rainbow...
Colors are viamins!

Vitamin supplements
Especially B-17

If you can't find these in your
Health food store ask them to order.
Or go on Amazon and order.
I spent a lot of time researching this.
If you have any questions please contact me via the site message system.

I know that there are some who
Can use this information.

There is a Talkshoe program that
Discusses natural remedies.
724 444 7444
Wednesday 9pm eastern time
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Host: BadBaby
SøułSurvivør Oct 2015
teenage angst
marriage strife
nasty childhood
change of life
stress at work
financial woes
mental illness
on it goes

pour the bottle
pop the pill
find the vein
"cure" your ill
light the pipe
tip the glass
it don't matter
race or class

it may appear
to help you some
but in the end
the devil's won
it don't matter
your job or skills
the smoke's a prison

the bottle KILLS**



soulsurvivor
(C) 10/4/2015
if you have a problem
with drugs or alcohol
or both
the first thing you MUST do
is admit it to yourself

I beat the odds
i'm clean and sober
and while i had
a temporary lapse
a few months ago
i bounced back and
i don't even have cravings

HOW???
see my write
Salvation Story
by soulsurvivor
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/863650/salvation-story/

THANKS!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
[12W]

no man/woman can
can peek out from behind
the

FINAL CURTAIN


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
Sad but true.
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
------------------
______     _
____________
every cut it leaves a scar                  

''''''''''"""''""""""
                   ­     you all know it's real

with the blade comes loneliness              
                             ==     =    ===========

sutures cannot heal


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/12/2016
cutting is the addiction
of the 21st century

in my day drugs were
the order of the day
I OVERCAME DRUGS

YOU CAN OVERCOME CUTTING!

If you want please read
"Salvation Story by SoulSurvivor"
Just type in the above
in the site search engine
and click on "poems"

THANKS!

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
---+$+---

the glass half empty
  is often the milk
of human kindness


---+$+---


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/7/2016
TRUTH

Inspired by Phil Roberts
who posted a wonderful write
upon the same subject

If you haven't
followed his work, you should

---+$×---
SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
,,              
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\              
,,,
“”””
     \
        ,,,,                                      
        “”””­                                      
\              words
     ­                     are seeds
                           which float like
             a dandelion fluff in the
             wind / a breath of air
             can send them to
            flight/ yet
            T
          H
         E
       Y

A
R  
E  

O
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        T
            H
              E

           ­      E    A    R    T    H
Concrete poetry

The first one I’ve done in quite some time
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
~~<●>~~

in the rivers of space
there's a place i am told
where the waters of life
run black for the soul

it's a venue to visit
but never to stay
you'll lose yourself in it
be assured you will PAY

you'll lose your heart
all that is good
you'll find that you know
much more than you should

i be more than a expert
i lost mental health
so PLEASE do not go there
or you'll find out YOURSELF

i floated that river
called Styx, truth to tell
and i'll tell you brother
it takes you to
HELL

so don't delve in magic
your life may be sold
for Satan's the boatman

to the

NIGHT OF THE SOUL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/10/2017
As you may know I was
Researching the darkside.
I'm OK, so don't worry.
But I found out WAY more
Than I bargained for.
I'm telling you right now...

DON'T GO THERE.

What I found out haunts my dreams.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Eulogize ripped tears
Hazardous sight, from eyes of night
Fallen creatures they shun the light.
Catastrophic wailing
Cacophonous they weep
Pounding fists upon my eyes
Curtailing chance of sleep
Piercing me with sorrows
Flailing by the moon
They grow upon hate
It won't abate
It will not leave me soon

It would have me trembling
In agony of distress
But I won't let it bully me...

I WILL GET MY REST!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/21/2016
I'm putting on praise music.
The enemy fights but HE WON'T WIN.

Going to bed now. G'night.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
Sat down with
My date Ben
It was the full moon
We ate with   
His friend Jerry
I brought along
My spoon

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

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

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

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

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

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

As lonely as can be!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
Ordered some Cherry Garcia tonight... my favorite flavor!
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
~~~


a new month
dawns in subtle colors
sky stippled
slate grey in the vast deep
but the horizon
anouncing the glory of the sun
a pastel dream of
lilac ashes and peach lavender
the light barely touching
the bottoms of the clouds with
masterful brushstrokes

~~~

mesquite tree's
leaves and delicate twigs
a hunter green foreground
like a world of
pointulistic branching corals
against the air
dappled and breathing
like the side of a great stallion
grazing peaceful
but within moments ready
to canter into
a new day



(c) soulsurvivor
november 1, 2014
I'm awestruck by the mastery
of God's ability to paint
such a morning sky
SøułSurvivør Aug 2022
She has a special Siren's song
Pastel paisley, passion's Dawn.
She's aloof, she takes on airs,
Wearing seashells in her hair.
Abalone, mother of pearl
Arms that take in all the world!
She Chuckles softly
with the birds
She speaks to stars
without a word.
She bids them run!
She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains
to her side.
Then, whispering,
she turns to wink
The morning Sky
will blush to Pink!
Yes! Desert Thrashers
laugh out loud!
She's Tangled in
the pewter clouds!
She whistles low
her magic tune,
The dew soaked desert's
her perfume.
Though it's the Sun
she courts and woos
She entices all...
the morning muse.

Catherine jarvis
Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2018
A poem written for a friend
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
She has a special siren song
Pastel paisley passion's dawn

She's aloof, but takes on airs
Wearing seashells in her hair

Abalone, mother of pearl
She has her arms 'round half the world

She chuckles softly with the birds
She speaks to stars without a word

She bids them run! She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains to her side

When whispering she turns to wink
The morning sky will blush to pink!

YES! The thrashers laugh out loud!
She's tangled in the pewter clouds!

She whistles low her magic tune
The dew-soaked desert's her perfume

Though it's the sun she courts and woos
She entices all... the morning muse!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/7/2016
This is the day that the Lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

Good morning everyone!

~~~<☆>~~~
SøułSurvivør May 2017
dawn whispers softly
its conch shell pink lip placed
on the sky's dark ear


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/17/2017
I don't know if this is
Haiku as I'm not absolutely
sure if it's the classic 5/7/5...

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

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

Blessings!
♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
MY MOM HAS BEEN ILL
AND NOW REQUIRES
MORE CARE... PLEASE
BEAR WITH ME. I CAN'T
READ AS MUCH NOW.
I WILL ♥ BUT WON'T
HAVE TIME TO PUT UP
ON COLLECTIONS OR
COMMENT. I KNOW THAT
YOU UNDERSTAND.

PLEASE SEND GOOD THOUGHTS
AND/OR PRAY FOR US! THANKS!

♥CATHERINE
SøułSurvivør Dec 2019
arcing toward
a dark heaven
a futile ******
earth still
binds
me
but
not
my


death by flying too
close to Mars
warrior that
he is

he sent his arrows
which lanced my
♡ with such
longing it
could not
be controlled
anymore
than a
bird
is
bound
by
the
air

and, so, the tears in
night's fabric
are sewn
by





Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/24/2019
Though i usually write in rhyme, I felt lead to write this piece. I wrote the title first & the rest sort of evolved.
SøułSurvivør May 2015
~~~

taking time to
think on what is
happy now that you're alive


~~~
Instead of thinking you'll be happy...
"When I get married (divorced)"
"When I graduate school"
"When I get such and such a job"
"When I retire..."

~~~
SøułSurvivør May 2016
--

Death's beauty, like black lipstick
Comes in a golden case
It is SO very lovely
Upon a tomb-white face
It may seem very comely
It has a certain grace
It smells of perfumed hemlock
Arsenic. Old lace.

But there should be a label
That explains the brutal facts.
It tastes like gall and wormwood
Like septic sealing wax.

When worn too very early
And applied with one's own hand
It is an invitation

To the Boutique of The ******.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/28/2016
Unfortunately some young people see suicide as glamorous. There is nothing
Beautiful about death by one's own hand!

Please! If you contemplate this, listen to someone who knows. I tried to commit suicide 3 times in my life. There is nothing glamorous about a tube down your nose to pump your stomach!

I am profoundly glad now that I was unsuccessful in my attempts. I found salvation in Jesus Christ. My life has never been the same. I still go through depressions in hard times. But there's always light at the end of the tunnel!

This poem was inspired by the poet katie.
Thank you!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
---@-@---

Not telling those you love
THE TRUTH
is like

STRIKING THEM BLIND



SoulSirvivor
(C) 6/3/2015
Think about it.

---@-@---
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Those things that so tear the heart
You don't know if it'll mend
Or break apart...

Those things you do
that set the score
Will change
your world...

... forevermore.
I have to make a decision about
Which poetry site to stay on.
I am so broken up about it.
I was being hassled a bit on my last one.

I have friends on that site,
And don't want to leave them
But this poet over there doesn't
Respect boundaries of basic human
Dignity. I don't know what to do!

Help!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
Thanks goes to my father
Without him we'd be lost
He gave his life to all of us
A family came with cost

When I was but two years old
He went to MIT
But he had to leave that school
My mom was sick, you see

He had to work much harder
For everything we owned
He saved and scraped and gave himself
So we could have a home

When he was but a little boy
He had to walk to school
During Vermont winters
Which were harsh and cruel

He was tested for IQ
When he was in 8th grade
His scores were highest in the state
So building blocks were laid

For his education
Was paramount to him
He walked twelve miles to high school
Through snow and sleet and rain

He was radar technician
During WWII
He was in Okinawa
A sailor tried-and-true

So our education
He worked for night and day
We all went to private schools
Because he got good pay

We never knew how hard he worked
He rose at 5 a.m.
That we'd have food and shelter
And could be schooled for gain

Both my parents read to us
And gave us the Great Books
We were raised on Dickens
Chaucer and the like

He gave us piano lessons
We knew Beethoven and Bach
Mozart and Vivaldi
And he taught us how to talk

All of my abilities
I owe to that man
And of course my dear Mother
Who schooled us through great pain

So here's to some great parents
Married still it seems
Over 60 years together
I owe to them my genes

I just want to thank them
My dear old dad this day
You worked so hard to school us
So we could find a way

I love you Clinton Jarvis
You made me strong and bold
A dedicated father

At 91 years old!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/18/2016
My father is the strongest person I know. He went through things during the Great Depression that would daunt most adults. But he went through them with such grace and poise. He is a stoic. He never complains of the pain he's in. He's completely deaf and now his eyesight is going. But he's still strong mentally. And reads voraciously. I owe my poetic abilities and indeed my life to him. Thanks Dad!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
An Inca Dove flies to and fro
Landing graceful in my yard
Grist for any poet, bard
Her cooing soft and low.

Warm gray body, flash of wing
Whatever does she do?
I see her as her task ensues
She does a constant thing.

Back and forth the small bird flies
Of this I can attest
She pulls grass for her small nest
Right before my eyes!

I've been sitting here for hours
Thinking on my dreams
Lazily, or so it seems
For that bird builds her tower!

She goes by instinct, like the ant
Who burrows in the soil
Ever constant with her toil
'Til she would sit and pant!

While I do nothing in my seat
She flies away, and then
She comes for grasses yet again
Until her nest's complete!

Would that all the warring nations
Sit down to agree
To make the people warring-free
With such dedication!

Emulate the gentle dove
She slaves to rear her young
She works away and softly sung

Her song of purest LOVE.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/18/2017
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
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if water finds its
DEPTH
i want to be
where
the
WHALES
SWIM!


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soulsurvivor
I have an affinity
For these creatures

They are huge
Yet gentle
And their
SONGS
are
AWESOME
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
---

he
promised
me
the
stars
but
all
he
gave
me
was
a
pocket
fu­ll
of

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SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
he promised me
the stars

how was I to know
all he had was
a pocket full

of

GLITTER



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2014 September, 2014
I'm not talking money here.
That means nothing.
I'm talking empty promises of love.

Going to bed now. See you all tomorrow.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
~~~=<♡>=~~~

How can you
describe pale blue
if you've never seen the skies?
Don't define LOVE
Lord, above!
Unless you have the eyes!

Is it a hex? Or perhaps ***
that drives us to the brink?
A little thing that makes us sing?
Is it all hearts in pink?

Voodoo hoodoo
what do you do
when you're not that strong?
You may say
it's springing May
and STILL have it WRONG!

Birds on a perch?
A Google search?
Is that how you define?
A little bee?
How can you see?
Where do you draw the line?

Is it a smell?
How can you tell
if someone has the itch?
Look in the eyes.
They can't disguise
They will always snitch!

So what's amour?
What's in store?
Is it a certain glow?
Don't ask me!
Can't you see?

I DON'T EVEN KNOW!


SoulSurvivor
6/15/2015
Dedicated to JP
His poem on Googling "Love"
is brilliant!
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
I have taken my last post,
"A must read for this site"
D O W N. PLEASE FORGET IT.
ANY RESEMBLENCE OF ANYONE TO
JANE DOE WAS COINCIDENCE AND
COMPLETELY U N I N T E N T I O N A L.

delete... Delete... DELETE!!!!


I'm sorry if I hurt feelings.
This war MUST END.
Didn't mean to add fuel to the fire!

P.S. I'm not abreast of all going on.
And don't want to know any more!
PLEASE. Leave off. This is ridiculous!
I'm going off site for a while to sleep.
I got no rest all night. I know that I need
to read. I will. But i need rest first.
SøułSurvivør Oct 2017
Universal unction
A beatific box
Friction in the function
A tutorial. A talk.

We winnowing the worship
We wiser for to seek
Here harrowing through
Hardship
We winkle out the "weak".

How holy is the hilltop
Which cannot help at all
How horrible the House of Pride
Which cannot help but FALL.

Please pray for persecution
Let them not stay their hand
GOD BLESS the repercussions!
The ground on which to stand.

I beg that I won't barter
Without nor yet within
I pray that I won't falter
I'll stand against the sin.

For the Church as it emerges
From underneath the waves
Surfeit in the surges
Gamboling in her grave

Wreaks havoc on true holiness
Divides doctrine "uncouth"
Gutting out the Bible
Laying waste the TRUTH!

The "Universal Union"
"All for one, and one for all"
"All roads lead to Rome"
How the mighty fall!

There are, in truth, just 2 roads
At the tolling of the bell.
The narrow to eternal life...

... and the broad road straight to

HELL.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/31/2017
I thought Halloween and appropriate "holiday" to write of the emergent "Church". Their masks of "love" and costumes replete with crosses around their necks.

I look for TRUE worshipers. They CARRY their crosses on their BACKS!

People will tell you "All ways lead to God".
Ironically enough genuine Christianity, to the folks who say this, ain't one of the ways. We Christians are "exclusive" and "narrow minded". So we are shuffled out of the deck!

NOT ALL ROADS LEAD TO GOD!

Sorry. Only Christ DIED to save humanity. He's the Way. The Truth. The Life.
The ONLY WAY to the Father.

I'm standing against the overwhelming tide of Unitarianism. I may be facing poetic death. But I won't drown. Nor will my house fall....

... it is built upon the ROCK of AGES!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
shining sheet
satin chiffon scarves
beaded curtain of
aquamarine
and
chrystophase

who knew
beauty could wreak
such chaos?

overturned dumpsters
blocking the road
and a
matress floating down the street!

sirens shrieking
and cars flooded in roadways

some silly motorists
will be swept away in the washes

MONSOON MADNESS!


but agave bloom's
pale yellow petals
the color of an
old wedding gown
drenched with dew
sparkling
like
diamonds
with
the
parting
curtains

the sun cannot be

restrained


N
I                    B
A                                  O
R                                            W



Soul­Survivor
(C) 7/1/2016
We just had an incredible rainstorm!
All of what I said above really happened!
It was the hardest rain we've had in years. The June rainfall was the highest it's been for 50 years! The second highest since 1932.

I PRAYED TO GOD DURING
OUR HEAT WAVE FOR RAIN!!!

WOW!! DID HE DELIVER!!!

I took a picture of the Agave flower.
It is now my site photograph.

And the double rainbow!
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
You're trapped behind the lines
With your worst enemy...

MIND

My father is going to the hospital.
I'll be off-site a while.

LOVE YOU ALL!
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