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SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
~~~haiku X 3~~~

smudges of windswept trees
seem to blow away in darkness
the grey edges of night

alleyways form deep ruts
from rains larger than the drainage
and fill with talcum earth

everything is covered in
a film of tarnished silver
dusty flecks of moonrise


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/27/2017
They say life has its ups and downs. I wish mine wouldn't be like Thunder Mountain!

I will be on and off the site for several weeks. Things are such a roller coaster around here. Reading as much as I can...
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
is not a four letter word
though it's a drudging chore
we may not want to do it
we'd rather close the door
we'd rather visit with our friends
than wash and do the dishes
I'm sure cleaning the toilet
is among nobodies wishes!
making meals and hanging clothes
socks needing a mend
and just when you're DONE
it's time to start AGAIN!
taking care of hearth and home
is not an easy task
a man may work from sun to sun
but you'd best not ask
HIM to do the laundry
or clean up for the kids
they have feet UP in Lazyboys
and they're popping soda lids!


a child's responsibility
is taking care of folks
but many do not do it
and put them into homes
to me the Eastern attitude
should be in the West
old age should be comforted
should be a time of rest
your parents were a blessing
they took care of YOU
why put 'm in a nursing home
drugged until they're BLUE?

I say all this to make a point
things need be done
there's no choice, we can't avoid
it falls on everyone
so crack a smile! be cheerful!
whistle while you work!
so what if you break a nail?
for THAT you are a ****?

what if there were no soldiers
to fight in World War II?
****** would have WON.

THEN WHAT WOULD WE DO...?


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/22/2016
I've been letting things go around my home
and that can't be as I care for my elderly parents

Please bear with me... I really WANT
to read. But I can't right now
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
i
am
eagle
i am
the
one who
was created to breathe the atmosphere
of the angels and ride the storm clouds like
they were white horses, yes, i was made to catch
rainbows in my sharp talons, i who am strong will
catch your fall.       You who are weak          will trust me
for i want                nothing more than             to be your
Savior.                              I will hide you                              under
my                        ­             wings. You will                                    be
mine and i
will never
leave you nor
forsake you. Ever.
World without end


AMEN


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
I hope this shape works
Thank you God
For this inspiration!

Should be viewed on an
iPad laptop or PC
SøułSurvivør May 2017
Chickens live
within a coop
Scratch and peck
in their own ****
Their nests are
low down to the earth
They scream and squack
for all they're worth!
Afraid of storms
they have no dreams
Afraid of everything
it seems!
Their young are squabs
Their eggs are beaten

In the end
they are eaten!


Eagles build their
lofty nests
So their chicks
will withstand tests
They are made with
rugged sticks
So in the end
they pinch and *****
They line their nests
like softest cloud
When baby's grown
they pull it OUT!
The center nest
no longer soft
Babe sits on edge...

AND IS KNOCKED OFF!

Should, in flight,
the fledgling lack
Mom will catch it
on her back!
The little eaglet
has to try
So in the end
they learn to fly!

Eagles dream!
They are reborn!
They will fly into a storm!

Eagles wings
are built to soar!
They will fly

FOREVERMORE!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/3/2017
I'm taking a break from HP.
I have pressing business.
But I'll be back soon!
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
^¡^

They say a chicken
Will stay in its cage
When lightning is flashing
And winds start to rage...

Chickens like safety
And stay where it's warm.
But they say eagles

FLY INTO THE STORM.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/4/2020
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
how
much
does
Jesus
love?
He laid His arms down on the cross.
No fight. No struggle. They nailed.
As far
as the
east
from
west.
That
is how
much
Jesus
Christ
loves
you
and
yours.


S~S
"As far as the east is from the west,
so far has He removed our
transgressions from us."

Psalm 103:12
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
---

black crows fly
flock to the moon
and pick its fields clean
i sit and watch the harvest
as if in a dream

its face is barely visible
its light torn from its eyes
i sit here a'weeping
as it sails the skies

o brave moon!
do not despair!
don't give them a thought!
they may pluck your lighted fields
but their work is all for naught!

later in the evening
i see you have not waned!
as for all the scavengers

not a one remains.


soulsurvivor
(C) 9/28/2015
The harvest moon was used
as the name suggests - to reap
the fields at night.

Sitting here in its light
I can see how it was so named
I can almost see every
pebble on the ground.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
a STAR is
Born Again
A Christian to Emulate

I want to thank
Eddie Star
and so many others
who are reading
liking and
reposting my work

Eddie has consistently
gone into my archives
and is reposting poems I like
very much

Thank you ALL for your
Warm Support

God bless YOU ALL!

♡ Catherine
I am overwhelmed

I have a LONG backlog
of reading due to
recent illness
please be patient!
I read by order of encounter

I love the way Eddie and others
showcase other artists.
I love the repost rabbitholes!

~~~<☆>~~~
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
You've climed to the
Mountain's edge...

... you catch your breath...

... for what you view...


Soul Survivor
minimal
Be encouraged by it.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
raspberry sherbet
tangerine dream
on a silk of
light blue
whipping cream

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

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

the piles boil
the clouds are stirred
and rendered

ashes of lavender


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

Thanks for reading!
egg
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
egg
inspired by
Lidi Minuet
and her poem
"HATCH"


I found an egg of crystal
it had a little crack
though beautiful as opals
integrity it lacked

I asked the Lord to help me
"whatever should I do?"
He told me to go and plant it
when the day was new

and so I looked for soil
but no soft could be found
so I planted my wee egg
in hard, forbidding
ground

I watered it with tears
for others suffering lack
and after a little while
the ground
began to
crack!

a tentative green sprout
pushed up its tender head
it grew up from the rocky ground
I had thought so dead!

I continued watering
I knew naught else to do
and a tulip flower appeared
the lightest
eggshell blue!

I watered then in earnest!
I wanted for to see
that flower strong and healthy
and what it'd bloom to be!

slowly the petals opened
and lo! there fast emerged
a'singing and a'fluttering
a little crystal bird!

out of the light blue flower
the creature dipped and soared
it was then I realized
my hope had been restored!

flying 'round my head
its feathers sent off light
as brilliant as a diamond
shattering the night

it was only then I realized
as the darkness fell apart
the soil was life's hardships
and the
egg
had been my

HEART**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/17/2015
I know every trouble i experience
now is nothing compared
to the joy of God.

I must remember that
JOY
is
J esus
O thers
    Y ourself

In just that order.

PLEASE
repost this piece if you will
I'm proud of it
it has a great message l think
people should read!

~~~<♡>~~~
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
()()()()()()()()()()()()

He never needed electrolysis
he was a

BALD FACED LIAR


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
Known a few of those?
There's a deeper meaning here
Many so called geniuses
Deny God exists.

They already KNOW evolutionism
Cannot be correct.
The human vs ape genome are too disparate

ERGO...,THEY LIE!!!
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Knowing I'm just a number
In the equation called pi.

10W
Soul Survivor
I come full circle.
Elf
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Elf
/@\♥/@\♥/@\♥/@\



Hauntingly beautiful
Is the only way
I can dream

of you.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 30, 2014
I used to imagine what
JRR Tolkien's elves
Would look like

I have quite an imagination
While the other girls
Had crushes on
David Cassidy
I had a crush on
Elrond

Does that make me
Sound wierd?
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
here's a tale I will tell
of the supreme Master
of Rivendell
elfin Lord, just and wise
knowledge deep as elvish skies
darkly handsome, unearthly fair
silver circlet, midnight hair
greatest Power for him alone
eyes as deep as river stones
grey and lustrous, holding grace
broad of shoulder, fair of face
aquiline nose, chiseled jaw
Master of the Elves. Their law.
of his mercy his people sing
possessor of the elvish Ring
one of three, such Power possessed
he's the Lord, and thusly blessed
he's seen grief and was forsaken
his beloved wife was taken
to Mordor and was in suffering bound
with the Orcs deep underground
father of the maid Arwen
who's in love with the human King
deep pain of mind, Elrond's aware
that he must leave this daughter there
in human kingdom Middle Earth
for her love has lifetime worth
but Strider will soon pass away
while Arwen has immortal days
though her love's surpassing fine
she will one day weep and pine
without her husband, all alone
for her people will be gone
they will one day sail far
following an elvish star
and of Frodo he's aware
the Hobbit will go to Sauron's lair
generous, gentle, yet supremely strong
he will help Frodo along
elvish war-mail and provision
he directs with great vision

noble King of Rivendell
at once gracious
yet mighty, fell
his word, ever,
is his bond
Hobbit friend
the great

ELROND


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/5/2016
I have a great love for
JRR Tolkien
If you have never read
The Hobbit
or his Ring series
you should

Reading is better than movies!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
A rich bird in
a golden cage
Saw the bars
& was enraged!

She couldn't fly
up to the stars
So beat herself
against the bars!

Again! AGAIN!
For all her wealth
She could never
free herself!

She wouldn't stop!
Would not sing...
Finally, she broke a wing.

With one wing
she went berserk!
She knew her methods
didn't work...

But she upped
her frenzied tack!
Finally, she
broke her back.

She looked up
as she was dying
from the floor
where she was lying

She saw the sun
and sky sublime

the cage door...
*open the whole time.
Eluetheromania is a word
I found today... I looked
it up. It means a preoccupation or an
obsession for freedom

I just HAD to use it in a poem!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2017
"I am my Beloved's
and my Beloved is mine."

Song of Songs 6:3

I repent, my Beloved!
I sing you my song,
I've chased after idols
I've been grievously wrong!
You are my anchor
I'm weak, and You're strong.

I feel Your sorrow
I sense your great pain
I've chased all things golden
Again and again!
I need Your forgiveness
To remove my sin's stain.

I've tested your patience
I've wrestled with You
I've been furiously angry
Due to what I've been through
But You've been so faithful
You're tried and You're

TRUE

During this time
Of the Hebrew Elul
This time of repentance
This time of renewal
I give you my heart
And I give you my

SOUL

My dearly Beloved
My Lover, my Friend
My Bridegroom, My Brother,
This promise I send,
I will ever love you

World without end.*


SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/9/2017
"One thing I ask of the Lord,
This is what I seek:
That i may dwell in the
House of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty
of the LORD
and to seek Him in His temple."

Psalm 27:4

The Hebrew letters used to indicate Elul can also be an acronym for
"I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine'

I've been wrestling with the Lord. And I started doing this around the time of the eclipse. It is more than a coincidence I believe that the eclipse happened just before the time of Elul. I ended up repenting totally for having questions about God's path for me in the past. I believe God is preparing me for something. I don't know what it is. But I have completely quit smoking, and have almost entirely cut out sugar from my diet. I'm being prompted to many other things of a profoundly personal spiritual nature. I believe this time of Elul also brings us back to our first love for the Lord. It certainly did that for me. I love Jesus with all my heart. Yeshua. Lover of My Soul.


A big thank you also to lovejunkie for mentioning the time of elul to me. Along with Alyssa Underwood (who i thank from the bottom of my heart) we were able to connect the dots and discover how God Supernaturally ordained my own personal Elul
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
Stitched on a sequined black velvet
  Cerulean pearl swirls on the skirt
    Of a whirling dervish
      He dances between Venus and Mars
        Creating mandalas of exquisite
          Enlongated ~ enlightened ~ energy
        Encircling ~ embryonic ~ eccentric
      Eclectic ~ elliptical
    Entropy? Eulogy?

*Earth.
Celebrate Earth Day! Plant a tree!
#npmearthday
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

i began
as a spark / i have
a father and i have a
mother / i could be your
sister / i     could be your
brother / i am broken
          under a surgical
knife / medical garbage  
     that once was a life  
      i might have been  
named if given a
chance / i might
have married and      
i might have danced               
i will never be born                         
i'll never draw          
breath  


mom's life will be shattered
because of my death

a glint in dad's eyes
but no thought in his head
i once was a baby

*and now I am

DEAD.
soulsurvivor
(c) 5/23/2015

I tried to make this
Look like a broken
Embryo

---
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
I'm not going to be
on the site any more today.

I can't go into what's up right now,
it's nothing really serious, so don't worry.
But good thoughts and prayers
are appreciated. Thanks!

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Dec 2019
Emmanuel,  Emmanuel
Your name in beauty sounds,
The newborn King,
Our anthems ring
From earth to heaven 'round!

O Jesus! The babe so small
The shepherds bow & pray,
Angels sing, their news to bring,
The Savior's born today!

Emmanuel, Emmanuel
Your tiny, gentle face
Wise men kneel,
For they can feel
Your Spirit & Your grace...

O Jesus! The babe so small
The shepherds bow & pray
Angels sing, their news to bring
The Savior's born today!

Emmanuel, Emmanuel,
So meek & mild, you lie
On Mary's breast
She's now at rest
With tears within her eyes...

O Jesus! The babe so small
O let us bow & pray
Angels sing, their news to bring
The Savior's born today!

Emmanuel, Emmanuel,
Oh, let us not forget,
You died for us
Upon a cross
And You are with us yet...

O Jesus! Bright Morning Star
You rise up with each day
Let us attest
That we are blessed

Remember YOU TODAY!


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2008
Rewritten 12/3/2019
I'm having this song produced later today!!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
I sent my love an e-mail
I was in need of caring
I voiced some things i shouldn't have
I guess i was too daring

I told him I was feeling low
Problems at my work
I told him I was tired of it
My boss was such a ****

I told him of my hopes and dreams
I told him motivations
I told him my work history
All of my frustrations

I'm very glad I stopped at that
And didn't say much more
I guess i knew much better
'Coz I found out the score

My e-mail was returned by him
I received no kiss
It was short and it was sweet
And it looked like this:

:)


After that we parted ways
He was history
All my friends said WELCOME..
TO THE 21st CENTURY!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/14/2016
Not a true story. But I could imagine something like this happening to somebody.
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
If you ache in every bone
You just want to be alone
You toss and turn
You're sick and weak
All you want to do is sleep
Your favorite color becomes blue

Then you have emotional flu

If your muscles atrophy
And you are in apathy
You can't work up strength to eat
You are a wound from head to feet
Nothing's fresh & little new
Of pick-me-up's? You have so few!
It can affect both me & you

The bane of man... emotional flu


:-(
I've been struggling lately.
All that has happened in my life lately has really affected me. Please bear with me. I just don't feel like being on site right now...

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
---/\/\,,,/\/'''\/\,,,/---

a steaming cup
of herbal tea
a heavy sigh
a roiling sea

a ballet
for a seated mule
a poem written
by a fool

a truth that is
still half a lie
the syntax of your
insane eye

of this there
can be no debate
emotions rule
both
small
and

*GREAT
Mr Spock aside
we all have 'em
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
::::@::::@::::@::::@:::


Those who conquer
their fears
conquer planets

worlds within worlds


10W
.SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 6, 2014
This is not a new concept
But I have described it
Differently.

The world you must conquer
Is between your ears.
end
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
end
.


if today I faced the
End of the World
I would turn my face unto the sky
and sigh my soul
into
eternity


.
What is there to fear?
Destiny is in God's hands.

"For God has not given us a Spirit of fear,
But of Love, and of Power,
and of a SOUND MIND
2 Timothy 1:7

This inspiration was given the me
by another poet here
who wrote about the same subject
Francaise de la Ferme
If I misspelled the name I apologize!
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
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in a field of no regress
in a place of emptiness
in a time of doubt and fear
when you lose someone who's near
when life cuts you to the bone
when you're feeling all alone
knowing that you'll never see
that person who is dear to thee
just remember my sweet child
My presence is there all the while
your life's path may wind and wend
but always know it's not the end
for of pain they're finally free
they are safely here with Me
in My kind and loving arms
free from tears. free from harm
they're just on the other shore
in perfect peace forevermore


♥ Catherine

\\♡//@\\♡//@\\♡//


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/23/2015
for a friend in her time of loss
i truly care

~~~
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
~~~





t . a . r                        
i'm like pancho right now . my mind
is like a breath of kerosene . now i'm
growing old . i'm  living  on a  rope it
seems . but that's the way of dreams .
all  the purveyors  say  you can  only
go so far before they lay you low . so
the story  goes  on  about  how  i  fell .
but  it's  not  true . so  the story  ends
before it's told . they could have had
me any day . but they  let  go  of  me out of kindness i suppose . living on
the road without end . i began to cry
and sank into my dreams . but that's
the way it goes .

c . e . j
life is a tightrope walk they say . but
they say a lot of things . don quixote
had  his windmills . i have  my  way out . my wings . i travel  throughout
their  towns  and cities . their  blood
and mud  clings  to me in layers that
dry to become  dust . none  of that is
Important  on  the  endless  highway
i  drank  myself  lucid  dreaming   of how  your  face  looked  in the moon
tears  are  collecting  in my  bottle so
it won't  run dry too soon . but that's
the way it goes .


thomas a robinson
catherine e jarvis
(c) october 12, 2014
I have a great respect for
Thomas Robinson.  We were
On another site together.
He is an excellent poet as well
As a great friend.
It was a pleasure to work
With him for the first time.

I hope that this format
Is easy to read. I had
To really work to get it
Justified on both
Left and right.

Waaaah!!! It didn't work!
Interesting that the word
Out is OUT. I'm leaving it.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
you
are chaste
yet you cry
*******
you can't
taste but
want still more
you are rigid, yet so plastic,
you're a ****** and a *****.
You're a wraith yet o so solid
You're pliable, yet never bend
still a square, you are yet Ovid
though you knit you also rend
Having grace, you're still
so awkward, having not
a thing great worth
going east you're
headed westward
coursing wind to
touch the earth
You're a liar
yet still truthful
of all things true
you practice art.
ancient being you
are still youthful
What are you?
The female
HEART.*


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
is a strange emotion
you get caught up in the motion,
thoughts that give you the strong notion
others are more blessed than you
in what they have and what they do
and so jealousy ensues.

I'm an amateur and I know it
I have no background as a poet
I have no sheepskin. No degree.
No tenures. University.
I'm just here to simply state
I don't rank there with the greats.

When I see the stats of other folks
I don't poke fun and make rude jokes.
Yes. My heart, it sometimes breaks
Do I have the art it takes?
It sometimes makes me sad and blue
I would like to be like you...
but honesty is my ego's salve
it takes time I do not have
I'm happy with the things I've done
I am here to have some fun!
I'm also here to be inspired
Your poetry makes my level higher!

This goes out to loving peers...
thank you all for being here!


♡ Catherine
I'm not envious of other poets for
their stats. Often it's because they read
more than I do. I only wish I had more
time and education!

God bless YOU ALL!

---
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
~~~

you cannot give
that which you do not own

you cannot own
that which you have not

PAID FOR


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/17/2016
I want to read. Honestly. I have been trying but something always comes up which interrupts me. I couldn't figure out why this was. I thought I was letting a lot of people down. But God just revealed something to me. Part of the reason that I I'm on this site is to be a light to those who are not believers and do not understand why God does (or doesn't do) certain things. I want to give a reason for my faith in Him. But I haven't been studying my Bible and I haven't been praying as much as I should. I can't give away something I don't have. And the above is simply true.
Salvation was paid for by Jesus Christ. But unless you work for it you can't own wisdom. So I am going to be taking some time away from the site to study and pray.

I am very reluctant to do this. So many of you have been reading me so Faithfully. And I feel badly that I am not reciprocating. Please. Know that I love you. But I just can't be on site right now. thank you so much for your support. Just because I'm not reading doesn't mean I'm not praying for you. I'm thinking of you often. And when the Lord leads me to you I will be reading you as well. But it must be in his time. Take care and I will see you soon.

~~~
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

i was sitting out
on the porch
of our old historic
home this morning

the beauty of
the desert all around me

birds were making
their early waking
shower songs
the sun having just
arrived in from
the east

the temperature
is perfect
all is right with
the world

right?

WRONG

i was obsessing
about a relationship

i've just had a
breakup

i was thinking
over and over again
about what HE had done

my parents are ill
i was obsessing about that

i am ill
that took a huge part
of my attention

how many times
have i done this?
burned a wide swath
through my
neuropathways
OBSESSING

not on good things

on the
BAD

we always complain
about the way we
ALWAYS
remember
the bad stuff

is this not
what we
OBSESS OVER
?

OUR
NEUROPATHWAYS
ARE SEARED
BY THE

NEGATIVE!!!

and so often we
take the positive

FOR GRANTED


honestly

how much
mental air time
do we give

a glorious sunset
a great time at the beach
a walk in the rain
a lovely flower

A BEAUTIFUL MORNING
?

our brains get
wired
for the
negative

right then and there
i started to
THANK GOD
for the beauty around me

i started to
notice things

a flower that was just opening
the exact color of
the pearleceant sky
(a kind of peachy lavender)

a silly
coyote
his coat
russet and shining
heading down
the alleyways!

IF I'D BEEN
OBSESSING OVER THE PAST
I GUARANTEE
I WOULD NEVER
HAVE
NOTICED

HIM!

i had to smile

and smiling is something
i have not done

IN A LONG TIME

♡♥♡

Catherine
Don't let the negative
burn a pathway
through your
neurotransmittors
on its way to your
SOUL
and into your
SPIRIT

NOTICE SOMETHING
BEAUTIFUL
TODAY
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
---#---

there's a big dark smudge
where your heart has bled
rubbin'out stains with my eraserhead
puttin' in what I want instead
I ignore the scarlet,  rusty red
don't want it soakin'
my daily bread
innocent people
in whiteness wed
I forget all that I've read
all is fine... don't count the dead

can't see the jungle for the trees
we're all dyin' by degrees
we slowly boil... we slowly freeze
we sail in boats
that chug and wheeze
just go on... life's mysteries
are too much for our minds to seize

could you pass another paper please?


soulsurvivor
(c) 2014
rewritten
(c) 3-18-2015
we are all in our little bitty boats
afraid taking another problem
aboard will capsize us

we don't realize at times
THIS IS THE PROBLEM!

---#---
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
was one of the first poets
to comment on my work
here on Hello Poetry.

He's a fantastic poet
and has been a friend.

I'm dedicating this poem to him.


*SHORES

i
rise
from
the
limpid
waves

aqua
and
sapphire
the
currents
drag
­at
my
feet

i
have
stayed
on
the
other
shore
long
only
catching
g­limpses
of
a
far
land

but
now
i
am
close
enough
to
see
its
sands­

each
grain
a
diamond
sparkling
in
my
mind's
eye

the
sand
is
di­amond
the
trees
emerald
the
sky
opal

yet
the
shores
i
left
behin­d
are
familiar
and
i've
stayed
there
a
little
while

are
there
fa­miliar
faces
here
also?

the
waves
drag

then
i
see
Him

His
hand­
beckons
on
the
shore
i'm
approaching

He
stands
before
a
multitu­de
of
other
faces

some
i
recognize

comfort
comes

and
acceptanc­e

and
serenity

but
He
will
allow
me
time

time
to
say


goodbye­
---

we
will
miss
you!!!!

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

dreaming

but this silly   rambling    

is

all          
that  

i                      
could        



find            



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

HELP!
SøułSurvivør Dec 2019
Esoteric Eleanor...
Is a woman set apart
She has an obscure interest
In a certain type of art.

She collects her little fairies
Has an interest in old tomes
Has few, if any, closer friends
Has tons of garden gnomes.

She owns a run-down mansion
With lots of dusty rooms
Her letters closed with sealing wax
She speaks in garbled runes.

She met her fate one cloudy day
Oh yes, she is quite dead.
Her foot slipped on the marbles
That spilled out of her head!

Yes, she lost her footing
Alas, she is no more
Lies within her antique coffin
Esoteric Eleanor.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/15/2019
This poem kind of evolved... I really don't know how! NOT about anyone specific. Just alliteration of words for the title.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
at the end of my fantasy
reality gapes



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
At random
SøułSurvivør Sep 2017
In an age of persecution
When Christians died
For their beliefs
Apostle John wrote
Revelation
To encourage and
Bring relief

First century folk
Who held Jesus' tenants
Were martyred in
Most horrid ways
But John wrote about
His coming
Christ described the
End of Days.

The early faithful
Found their solace
In the Gospel
Sweet & pure
The Bible's WORD
Was ever spoken
And its precepts
Still endure

Modern man cannot
Believe it
Because he has
A hardened heart
But when tribulation
Finds him
Rest assured he'll come apart!

So we put our trust in Jesus?
IS He simply "fairy tale"?
Why did Christians
Sing their hearts out
When lit on fire and impaled?

How could they endure
Having their heads drilled
Molten lead then poured within?
How could could they
Be so calm & joyous
When lions tore them
Limb from limb?

Their contemporaries
Could not believe it!
When Christ was preached
It was received!
The Gospel forwarded
By each man dying
By their blood
The folk believed!

Now Christian people
Won't mention Jesus!
They give sin a little wink!
They're afraid of persecution
By caring what the
Lost may think!

Wake up, folks!
The toast is burning!
Give witnessing
The college try!
There are hearts
Who're out there yearning!
Cap'n Crunch waves us goodbye!

I may get flack
For this assertion
I may get comments
For to spare
I may get called
A backward person
People... I don't really care!

If I don't warn of
God's Judgment
Tribulations in this land
I'm not a Watchman on
The Wall here
And

your blood is on my hands!

I'll read & preach
From Revelation
The ending always
Helps us cope
Read the outcome
Of our suffering

It will give ETERNAL HOPE.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/27/2017
I'd love to write out the entire last chapter of Revelation. It is NOT a book of doom & destruction for believers at ALL! But a treatise of HOPE! Please find a bible & read it. It's not just a metaphor. It will be a TRUE EVENT! HEAVEN WILL COME TO EARTH!

♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡♡
SøułSurvivør Dec 2019
Imagine, if you will my friends
A skein of silken thread,
White as floes of feather snow,
The very tip is red.

Imagine then, this thread to wend
The universe about
To wrap red Mars & every star
A thousand times enroute.

Let nebulae be woven there
The planets knitted tight
The skeins are lit
like lanterns fair,
The red tip scarlet bright.

That tip so insignificant
Can represent this life.
It's carmine hue
the blood we shed
In suffering & strife.

The rest of the
White stretch of string
Why, let's let it be
A tale untold, let it hold
The rest... Eternity.

Yet all that stretch of silver skein,
This concept may be tough,
But, my friends, it never ends!
There'd never be enough!

So why do people struggle so
To resist the endless love?
Let that tip of velvet yarn
Be dipped in Jesus's blood!

For then the skein
which then remains
Will indeed be white!
Sin's dark stain can be retained
And it is dark as night.

Hell or heaven. Listen friends!
This poet has a voice
Heaven. Hell. Truth to tell...

Eternity. YOUR CHOICE.


Catherine Jarvis
12/13/2019
SøułSurvivør Apr 2015
... to my Hello Poetry friends...

This is my third post of
Loving thanks.

Perhaps in time i will come back...

Svere G Holter
Poetic T
mark cleavenger
Impeccable Space
Sjr1000
Mayas
Pamela Rae
Marguerite

I'm in much physical and mental and emotional pain right now.  Please pray for me... and another prayer for my parents and another special someone

THANKS FOR ALL YOU SHARED WITH ME... YOU WILL BE MISSED.

Love
Catherine
If your name isn't on this list please note that there are previous posts...
Please check them out your name may be there...

More names to thank. I will try to get a 4th post out when I am feeling better....
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
one
by
one
they
came

no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkn­ess

children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the­
event

in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the­
push
of
labor

~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
­spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
n­ebulae

and
so
the
event

the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepu­scule
evaporate

the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire

the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
bi­lliard
*****

the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
ti­me
is

no

more


^
<      >
\/
and satan whimpers


the universe began with a bang?

it will end with one, too

___
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
---

As a little girl I saw you
You fell down and scraped your knee
And as the tears flowed
down your face
You thought I didn't see
Your mother came and hugged you
I wonder if you knew
That as she held you close to her
I came and hugged you TOO.

Yes, my child, I hugged you.
How it hurt to see you cry!
You thought that I was far away
But I heard your softest sigh.
You thought that I was far away
But I was always there...

Your every pain a call to Me
And every tear a prayer.


As a growing child I witnessed it
How the girls teased you in school
Well you understood the pain
Of being made a fool.
In the schoolground they all
Taunted you
I don't think that you knew
That when you sat
And hugged yourself
I came and hugged you TOO.

Yes, my child, I hugged you.
How it hurt to see you cry!
You thought that I was far away
But I heard your softest sigh.
You thought that I was far away
But I was always there...

Your every pain a call to Me
And every tear a PRAYER.

You came to be a woman
As precious as a dove
But you never saw it
For you'd always felt unloved
And so the world hurt you
How it tore you apart!
So I called you out and wooed you...

YOU ASKED ME IN YOUR HEART!

So now you know I love you
Now you see I cried!
Every time you did not trust Me
And believed deception's lie
Now you know LOVE YOU
AND I AM ALWAYS THERE...

Your every day a call to me

AND EVERY TEAR A PRAYER!!!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2009
This is a song I wrote a while back.
I will have it produced one day.

---
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Come Little Children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of
Enchantment.

Come Little Children
The times come play
Here in my gardan

Of shadows.

~~~

Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
I'll show thee
The way
Through all the pain
And the sorrows

Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering
Beauty and passions.

~~~

Hush now dear children
It must be this way
Too weary of life
And deceptions

Rest now my children
For soon we're away
Into the calm
And the

QUIET.
This is satan's song to Eve.
He decieved her and
Brought death
Into the Garden.
He lied to her.
And he's lying to
YOU

This was not written by me.
See Erutan
Come Little Children
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~


at times i
come in dead of night
a horrible great pall... at
times a vivid picture of the
killer         in his         thrall
but my favorite guise will
come when you perceive
the light. you will
not recognize me
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
or know that you
m u s t  f i g h t !


no, you won't recognize me
for i have an art
but in my embrace you'll see
too late

the blackness of my heart


soulsurvivor
(c) january 20, 2015
Satan's favorite cape is
made of 'light'

~~~
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Minimalist poetry.
Words.
Each one with an
exclamation
mark
!!!!!!!!!!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
---

i feel my view
of the world
in a dark blue bottle
can't break the stone
glass cavity in a
space expanding
leading to
the dreams i
wish to linger
on my eyelids

eyelids closed over
the two orbs so
weary of vision

theres a cloudy
murk of a deep
stoneware
kalidoscope
behind the
lids and i can see
a mesh over
my
eyes

the dreams in
a bottle

come



soulsurvivor
(C) 7/27/2015
Goodnight everyone....
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
This poem can be heard as a
Spoken word (read by me)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
IoAeA6nYH5A

There are some who fool around
With human DNA
They say it's a progessive step
For the world today.

The deciphered human genome
Is a plaything in their hands
Just a toy to then employ
And change the state of man.

"Change your child's DNA!
He's strong as a horse!
He can be, and he can see
Like a hawk, of course!"

Just like in the movies
They've conditioned us for that.
Vampires and werewolves
And woman morphed to cat!

We can all be cyborgs!
Robotic legs and things!
We can be like Batman
But with automated wings!

Let's just look at Genesis
Look at chapter 6
Those beast/man Nephilim
Did actually exist!

The Watchers came and mated
With human women fair
The Sons of God were demons,
So we'd best have a care!

God had to drown the demon-spawn
To save the human race
The waters flooded over them
And there was not a trace.

Now God found Noah perfect
For he had a pure bloodline
There was in him no change
From God's original design.

Now, folks, what will happen
When human beings aspire
To be like animals yet again?
This time there'll be
FIRE!!!

What about our tender hearts?
Do they matter anymore?
The world's consumed with evil
You'd best know what's in store.

When we're no longer human
But have a cyborg mind
Will mankind ever be the same?
Godly? Loving?
KIND?

Humans enslaved for weakness
Do you find that odd?
We will be a "Super Race"
Usurp the Will of God.

Will there be salvation?
Or will it be too late?
When men go and take the role
Of the God they hate?

Be glad that God loves us!
For we were made like Him.
He wants to take us from this place!
He wants us to
WIN!!!

Is this all science fiction?
Watch the news! It's
PLANNED!
Babies being altered
To unnatural lifespans!

Because of overweening pride
We mess with things divine
Enter human suffering -

*
EXIT HUMANKIND.
"The Island of Dr Moreau"
Just a book? A couple of movies?

I once heard of an old man who was
dying. He told his son a story.
He had been in WWII stationed in the south Pacific. He was ordered to
place explosives in a cave. He went in and what he saw froze his blood
rock solid. There were CHILDREN
IN THERE. In cages. Some had feathers. Some had scales.
ALL WERE IN  A G O N Y.

He placed the explosives trembling
like a leaf. When he emerged, pale
as marble, he asked about the children. He was told never to speak
of it again, for he would not be believed. His commanding officer told him, "We won't be killing them.
It is a MERCY. THEY ARE DEAD ALREADY."

He wept bitterly on conveying this
confession to his son. He said he had
never told a soul, but couldn't die
in peace for the knowledge.

THE HUMAN GENOME HAS BEEN
DECIPHERED FOR MANY YEARS.

Science fiction? You can comfort
yourselves with that...

BUT WHAT IF IT'S  T R U E ???

---
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
I had a spoken word poem produced
last year. You can find the link at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
IoAeA6nYH5A

You may have to stretch your mind to
credit this. But truth is stranger than fiction...


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
The poem is typed out on the screen
for easy reading.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
---

this isn't a dress rehearsal folks
I'm sure I'm not the
first one to tell you
we're on

LIVE


don't **** the messanger
I'm just doing my job
like the Blues Brothers
on a mission from God

we're on a massive stage
we all play bit roles
don't care who you are in the world
don't care what you own
don't care what you do
don't care who you know
or where you been
don't care what you think of me

WHY ARE WE HERE?
WHAT'S THE POINT?


life's hard then you die, right?
some people seem to have it easy
they have it all
but really? they put their pants on
one leg at a time like the rest of us
they have their own problems
they have fights with their wives
husbands
children
friends and relatives
they have problems on the job
setbacks
they have to see the toilet
people they love die

nobody gets out alive

so what is the POINT?

do you have a purpose?

how do you fill that HUGE ENORMOUS
MEGALYTHIC
HOLE IN YOUR CHEST?

that the winds of change blow through like a hurricane season
in NEW ORLEANS?

I'm not the first one to tell you
we're in this play, see
it's called LIFE

if we are all bit players
who is the Director?
three guesses and the
first two don't count

what would happen if all
the actors decided to do
whatever they felt like?
right. CHAOS. well.
what do you see all around you???
who's in charge of this fiasco?
guess what?

GOD STILL IS

admit it
some things that happen
defy explanation

He's up there alright
shaking his head
sometimes laughing
sometimes crying
sometimes FURIOUS!

do you think
He's HAPPY RIGHT NOW?

look around. do you think
HE WANTS ALL THIS???

so what does He WANT ANYWAY?


that's an excellent question
what do you think He wants???

LOVE

LOVE FOR EACH OTHER
LOVE FOR HIS PRESENCE
LOVE FOR HIS CREATION

LOVE FOR HIM


is that so difficult?

well. i really actually may be
the first one to tell you this
but it's not only what He wants

it's what He REQUIRES

so you don't want to do
what He requires?
guess what?

you are a bit player
you can be replaced at any time

*EXIT STAGE LEFT
I am talking to
Christian people as well
especially them
what gives you the right to
judge anyone when you go to
Church one day and act the devil
the rest of the time?

REMEMBER HOW
JESUS CHRIST FELT ABOUT

H Y P O C R I T E S ???

That's what you are
and in the end you will
go to the left
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
I
push
at my wall
expand into the
far corners of total
conciousness yet there
are four dimensions to bind
and five senses to contend with
therefore I'm compressed in
the shape of enlongated
boxes turned onto
their corner tip
and discover
the shape
of


DIAMONDS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2016
I read the work of another poet to have the similar idea. I don't recall who it was. It is not my purpose to plagiarize. But I have this idea that we all can be extended only so far before we are compressed again. But is that not how sparkling diamonds are made? Carbon heated 2 expansion then compressed in the Earth. Something to ponder anyway...

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