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I S A A C Sep 2022
never been addicted to the pursuit
loaded the gun but i would never shoot
i like where i am, i understand now
just had to see how it panned out
escapist oasis, touching land now
swam in muddy waters, searched for myself
thought i knew better, looked outside myself
follow the river into the ocean’s mouth
swallow my pride and shut my mouth
observe and serve
discern and curve
Steve Page Sep 2022
I look into her face, curiously more familiar, more frequent now on her departure. And particularly more prominent in profile.  
I look into her face and see the easy smile that comes with age and with the assurance of knowing herself and her place in the bigger scheme of things, particularly in the scheme of relatively earthly royalty and the ultimately heavenly King.
I look into her face and recall it in prayer at her husband's funeral, and imagine it now at rest, in darkness and in joy, in a brighter light.
I look into her face, on my pound coin, in the corner of my letter, on the street bill board, on the front of the paper, on every channel, an image etched in my mind's eye, a loud echo of a lifetime of consistency and service.  
I look and then in a prayer thank her God and my God for gifting us this servant queen, who lived well and only fell once she had done enough to help ensure others' lives were better for her being there.
And I pray for our king, that his long apprentiship in her firm serves him well and serves us well as we walk on together, into the unknown, in thanks for the service of leaders.
Queen Elizabeth II, 1926 - 2022
Steve Page Aug 2022
I am not as you see me now:
booted, colour coded, weighted down by disinfectant and toilet rolls,
sweeping, mopping, bringing cleansing, facilitating,
helping others meet God ...

- oh, so I guess I am

- I am how you see me:
serving, pushing my way right to the back, preferring others
and finding Jesus there, with his blue gloves and apron,
ready to pick up and sweep up, refill and mop up
whatever is left behind

and ever-ready to pick up and refill
whoever finds themselves left behind

We're heavenly hosts for Jesus
and you'll find us where you need us.  
At the back.
Serving with true servants here at New Day Generation
Ylzm Apr 2022
May Putin be crushed and his nuclear threat exposed an empty bluff
May Russians see themselves the true Nazis
And in true need of salvation than Ukrainians ever were
May the shattered save the mighty and the mighty serve the victor
Mark Toney Sep 2021
rocket power serve
up the T on the deuce side
~ point of no return

Mark Toney © 2021
9/26/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you) - Mark Toney © 2021
there she was
pure as ice
i didn't know at first
as she came to serve
by my side
stay safe. always. <3
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2021
If I tell you

With a touch of love
Poets/Poetesses are born
Being untouched
Greater poets/poetesses evolve

They are not the poets/poetesses
Just because
They craft rhythmic verses
They are poets because
They glorify, the pain
They admire every little details
They worship, the sublime vibes
They are poets because
They reveal, the truth
They hide, what most

Whatever they serve
It comes straight
From their heart
Tuning the souls
Giving meaning to life

Hold on
For all the good reasons
They defy gravity
Romanticizing you
All with comfort

No other way, they do it best
Genre: Observational
Theme: Enjoy the ride
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
When I am not
You can find me
Lost in words

Being me
Genre: Autobiography
Theme: What do you do for a living?
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