"intercedes" poems
He was large as frogs go
Fist-sized happy rotund dweller
of backyard pond
Garter snake large, too large
with his ominous yellow stripes
and jaws to take
a larger than average mouthful
Choked by abdomen's girth
Legs drooling from his glut
Before the victim's even hit his gut's
digestive juices
Kid with hockey stick makes him puck
for his sin
Frog makes desperate
slim swim for rocks
Where he lies in recovery
from shock and
teeth marks on his belly
Underdog gets defense from phone call-- Eve
150 miles away
intercedes
Frog gets mercy of a transport
to another backwoods pond--
to find his life
forgetting trauma
Suns himself and swims
Eats the bugs
and ***** the froglettes
of another day
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
*a pear it was
hanging alone ripened
awaiting a fall..
her experience then
many years remembered
a radiant shape
a pear and not
with an afterglow..
now the memory
one simple viewing
intercedes with a
Knowing hers alone
within which her
life finds flow
compassion lives...*
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
A sip of stillness
listening
for
God moments...
relax in the warmth
of the "felt"
love of Christ.
He widens my vision
to distinguish
real importance
transfusing me
with His Power
in my quest
for that Pearl
oh, yes,
the Pearl of greatest price.
Revitalize my love
for God
renew my thirst for His Word
empower my prayers
with wordless adoration..........
Overwhelmed
the inhibition over
the desert lay behind
and off I am
into the land of longing.....
I do not
cannot
speak
no words are necessary
too paltry would they be.
The dust
that becomes the diamonds
sprinkles
and comes forth.
Like the water lily
I am basking in the sun
of His Presence.
I soak up His Love
and
His Tenderness.
In this ecstasy
words
become
unnecessary.
Pain
God's megaphone
through which He speaks
to a deaf world.
(Which has shut Him out.)
To give joyous hospitality
we need silence
a simple, prayerful silence
belongs
to everybody
in our pousitinia*
we desire
to hear from our God
that still small Voice
the fulfilling
...........
I will lead her
into the desert
and tenderly speak
to her **
at a loss
the Spirit intercedes for us
with sighs
too deep
for words ***
inexpressible longings
God alone
understands.
Cj April 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
What to do..
What to do,
This silence of blue hues.
The soundless color intercedes,
and blocks my field of view.
Lonely eyes inverted and blind.
A coating worn so lightly.
Irradiated silence...
It seems to shine so brightly.
Slumbered in solitude, caged in sky.
For months I've been away.
I hear them bellow, a promise of yellow,
yet, regrettably I'll stay.
Submerged and drowning slowly.
Drip by drip inhaled.
Oxygen deprived,
and word wrapped stake impaled.
I'll trip and stumble my way out.
Eventually unleashed.
For now my silenced eyes take lead,
as I slip away from me.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
Preparations by the Groom have been completed;
He joyfully awaits the day
that marks the remainder of eternity
when the Church shall be swept away.
He has created a wondrous place
where rows of mansions are perfectly aligned.
Angels will sing beautiful songs
announcing souls' arrival; including yours and mine.
Despite imperfections of His bride,
the Lord daily intercedes with heartfelt prayer.
The celestial wedding feast shall take place -
Have you received your invitation, to be present there?
Author Notes:
From the book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
Slipping into darkened slumber
Silver tensions ease to sigh,
Dreaming intercedes with candor
Prone, alone with sleep am I.
Gentle snoring slides to tenor
Rapid eyelids flutter bye,
oblivion to deep surrender
Gentle, velvet sleep am I.
Dreams of rougely nippled sirens
Plunging to a calming sea,
Fleshed in swelling rings of passion
Slumber's sister's hand on me.
Deep down to abyss's chasm
Deep into serene's pink calm,
Gentle slumber's sensual finger
Slides into oblivion's balm.
Marshalg
In repose
11 August 2011
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
*Night falls through a brooding glass
Owls carries the fear of the day through an eerie sight
Moon shines on and consoles the forgotten souls
A Wolf howls from a Fearful hill
The night takes its form and structure
Ends and a new day begins*
*A child is born and cries, he begins to die as each day fades
Setting sun fades into* COSMIC DEPTHS *to rise again
Sky turns from grey to silver, then black, then silver again
DNA encodes within a man to start another clone of his Father
Heart beats over and over again
Yet the heart gets the smallest amount of blood
All these
Ends and a new life begins*
*Birds tweet away the night's sorrow at dawn
Rain cascades and falls on Earth's landscape, as it romances the air and kiss the window pane
Families on sundays visit St Patrick's Cathedral and pray to God
As they did four years ago and still do concurrently
Women go naked to feed their damaged ego
The little children watch them on TV and go with the pace
Evil Fathers behind close doors
Romance their little daughters
And shut their mouth by threatening them with the knife
While Mothers pray and intercedes for the world on bended knees
While the moon hides and shy away from earth's darkness
While no* STARS GUIDE AN EVIL NIGHT
All these too ends and begins in a never ending stream of continuity as long as we have breath
ENDS AND BEGINS
EVNA-LUNA©
2016
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Concealed Beauty a veiled smile
Frightened moments of hope, rejecting all
Fleeing from happiness, fear intercedes
Raging rivers of doubt, intercepts commitment
Sleepless nights provided by unmet desires
Hopelessly, emotionally, wracked by emptiness
Strained tears, sobs escape, tormented soul.
Reach for empty spaces, realization explodes.
Eruption of Self pity, self doubt, weep for wholeness
Aimless wandering of the soul, searching all corners of the heart seeking happiness.
Blurred noise, unanswered reflection. Stupor of drunkenness.
Accidental encounter, strange calming voice,
Caution thrown to the wind. Exhilarated moments of elation
Imagination soars, excited moments of distant possibilities
Heart found, secret desires fulfilled, sweet sweet silence.
A lovers embrace, whisper passionate melodies of adoration, an enduring kiss.
A lovers gaze, locked together for eternity, unbreakable emotion.
Pure immeasurable love and friendship, happiness begins
Regurgitated ****** from blackness, born new.
Written by
Edward Green
01/09/07
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
i.
dark curves, branches of
a tree caught in a valley wind
of tangling breath.
ii
everything unwinds
summer pools into corners
weeps for
forgotten love.
iii.
this is a dark valley
no ocean, no sky of song.
iv.
night intercedes
lets its other-worldly nectars
dissolve, unclasps me from these
breaking seas.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
between her breast
a vile she carries
of a blind child's tears
mixed with the dust of fairies
giving off a warmth of comfort
in her time of need
a magical glow
that intercedes
her favorite time to go outside
is when she hears a storm approaching
she loves the feel of rain upon her face
reminding her of nothing
and that's something little missy needs
to sooth her longing soul
she would gladly trade all in life she's saved
if for a moment true love she could hold
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
In what light am I undone
that morning stars lead you away
and with the rising of the sun
you bid farewell you cannot stay.
For morn brings mourning to my eyes
and here upon my trembling lips
lie echos of those gentle sighs
that with this night so gently slips.
from hands that plead with lack of voice
yet speak aloud both want and need
for this is circumstance not choice
that seperates and intercedes.
Pray twilight hear my anguished heart
and offer solace to my soul
as I once more am torn apart
without the love that makes me whole.
So I with muted tongue your name pronounce
as darkness kills stone dead our bliss
and mornings manic smile doth trounce
the chance of one last goodnight kiss.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
you are a boy who misunderstood
what a girl like me needs.
all i need is friend
who makes cabinets in the sun
who runs marathon's for fun,
and listen to my drumming beat.
as the dump truck intercedes in a disturbing way.
don't misunderstand what I say.
what I say is lets be around
when the family goes out for dinner
when I'm too high to read a letter,
meant for someone else.
ALL there is between are to many streets
when I'm out of gas,
and need money to make,
my dreams real.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 3:52 PM UTC
Young man only thirteen high before his dream's
Taking doses of everything,
Painpill here, something there, a few Soma's in between....
Daddy shouldn't of left out
His first bottle there to begin with,
Yet daddy gave his son those pills
Sin's the son must live and tryeth to forget...
And now the sky falls
The earth to the boy quakes,
Yet now a man he seeith all
All the lies,pain , and heartbreak
He found it out the hard way
Making deal's in alleyway scene's,
To many false Lovers to him
They all telleth tales to maketh him believe...
And so he continues to swallow down his white pills
Just to feel some reality, wherein nothing else seemeth real!!!
And though those round thing's aren't authentic, he does it from the pain, of all the farce one's that cometh again and again....
So he couldn't take none more, that he got
Trapped in a nightmare, of numbed out demonous plot....
He took a few last white tabs, swallowed them down,
He blasted his music inside his room, blocked the door so he couldnt be found.....
Took his belt, from his closet door, Wrapped it around his neck
Couldn't get no genuine amare from noone, the next life out did he check..
.. As the invalidated he left behind to them a note, mum and dad and everyone, this life I didst not hope....
So his soul clicked, snapped outta his shirt, he fleweth away like a bird, only in his young age, a shock for everyone, for him they hadst no words..... Now he was a ghost!!!
Their only word's were they were soo sad he hadst taken this way out, now at themselves they were mad, because it was them be was talking about..
How they hadst forgotten him, and all the stuff he hadst told... He was a young angel, who so young gave up soul...
The boy who died a man, payeth a visit every now and then,
He stoppeth in with the other suicide's of were hurt and heartbroken....
And up above the man canst seeith the Heartbreakers still break,
Thinking in his mind he forgives them now, though their still fake.
And yet though their fake, he intercedes to God for them in prayers.
Because he's a true seraphim, he didn't even belong here...
His character is unlike them, he was the truest to come around,
And now the other's wilt knoweth the jewel whom they hadst let down...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
The Conqueror of sin and death returned,
ascended to His Throne, His Father‘s side,
where now He intercedes for His bought bride,
as having, through His blood, grace for her earned.
But one day soon He‘ll stand again on Earth.
He‘ll reign supremely as its Judge and King.
Set timer on sin‘s insolence will ring,
and ev‘ryone shall see Christ‘s matchless worth!
The blazing eyes of LORD/Judge/King will harden
as man‘s rebellion‘s snuffed with holy fire—
the proud, indiff‘rent, carnal, thief and liar,
whoever has not fled to Christ for pardon.
So “kiss the Son“ or face Him with your sin.
“Blessed are all who take refuge in Him.“
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 12:21 PM UTC
I'm sorry for what I've done
So tired I can no longer run
Broken down on the wrong side of hope
Forever
Just a lot of todays
And even more tomorrows
Forever without hope
Is like winter without a coat
Fight for light
With you Forever is a friend
May we experience a lot of todays
And even more tomorrows
Fighting for the One who
Fights for us
Who intercedes on our behalf
Who brings us back to Hope
Fight for that light my Love
For it only comes from above
I don't deserve you
And especially not Him
All I can give is my love
My todays and my tomorrows
I will always love you
Forever
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Wonder Woman has her standards... and Supergirl has hers,
The Christian woman has God's words... each chapter and each verse...
Each proverb, psalm and prophecy... and God's amazing grace,
Salvation found at Calvary... where miracles took place...
The Christian woman has God's love... no other love comes close,
The tender Saviour smiles above... when such love overflows...
The Holy Spirit grants her gifts... to bless her ministry
And that is why her spirit lifts... and says, 'The Lord loves me!'
She seeks the Lord in all she does... she intercedes as well,
She listens as the men discuss the truths God seeks to tell...
She blesses others when she can... like Mother Mary could,
Because she knows God has a plan... to use her for the good...
The Christian woman does her best... compassion fills her heart,
That's why, sometimes, she needs to rest... because she played her part...
Praise God for her... and those like her... that Jesus will save, too...
If you're like her, then you're super! No wonder God loves YOU!
Denis Martindale
International Women's Day, the 8th of March 2018.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Sometimes
My greatest strength
Requires surrender of weight
Trusting a Higher Power
Intercedes to lift
While I maintain faith
© JL Smith
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
As I laid in bed last night I began to pray
My mind started wandering from subject to subject
As it had been a busy day
My brain could not think of the names
Of some of those of whose care for I wished to pray
I had many concerns and desires you see
I floated into the dream world for awhile
Then I awoke, the names I could not remember before
Became so clear to me
With just a moment rest
The Spirit opened the door of my memory
If you don't remember the words
Just give Him your trust
He is so very gracious
ROMANS 8:26-27 In the same way, The Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with Gods will.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Sometimes I think my hand and heart come together in dark corners to have hushed conversations about what to write.
Brain intercedes to tell them they can't do it without him and he should always be consulted.
Heart and hand run away when brain's not looking and write the first thing they can think of.
Full of themselves, they saunter back into the room to show brain their work and stare upon the page in dismay - this was not what they had imagined!! Somehow the meaning has got lost in translation.
Brain looks on smugly 'told you. You should've consulted me'
Hand and heart are suitably chastised.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
enough damage has been done
send our condolences to yonder sun
its yellow mask to beaches bask
killing purity as it stains and sinks down in
so hard to love but impossible to despise,
this overbearing sphere of flame
dismiss us to the caves and underground places, tis unright to see all the faces
that tilt up to gaze but turn sideways, a myth of blindness intercedes
ingrates people children users misers lovers keepers sleepers
(oh, grey skies, will the sun die with us?)
-cj
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
The beauty of all I see
Changes my reality
The hills are hand made
With a beauty that'll never fade
The sky is painted
With an ink never tainted
The fields are wonderfully woven
With the best plants chosen
The sea with its powerful allure
Has the heart captivated
Yet with all the majesty and grandeur
There is another beauty unanticipated
The true beauty of a lady
A beauty without any fallacy
A beauty born from her deeds
It is in a lady who intercedes
A lady who will always pray
A lady who lets God have His way
There is nothing more attractive
Or that makes a heart so reactive
Than a lady with a Godly life
Who would not focus on strife
Who has heard the Maker's voice
And follows Him by her choice
Lord make me a Godly man
That I may attract a Godly lady
Lord help me to follow Your plan
I will enjoy every day of Your beauty
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
I want my conscience to scream at me
the things I don't want to hear.
Unleash hidden phobia's that dwell
in the back of my mind, behind the list
of "Things to Don't" and cleverly though-out
processes that are supposed to get me
through the day. I'd like a choir of voices in harmony
chanting at me, "You're not listening, you're not listening, you're not listening! when I begin to allow all of my daily life to become the product of a carefully
calculated
equation that's imploding with equivocal nonsense that brews beneath the surface that you're slowly drowning under.
I want to wake up. I want to wake up and know that I awoke from a dream; a dream that stripped me of my pride, wore and tore me down.
I want to wake up with the realization that it was always ME
who filled the void and did it consciously. I need no illusion.
Yet the illusion is what intercedes my trust and my predetermined path to a tainted utopia.
You know, it's that place where angels go to die and people take off their shoes at the door only to still track mud made out of unfinished aspirations all
over the youth-stained carpet.
Why is it so hard to let it go, to let go of what I thought I knew.
A self I thought I was;
A book on a shelf I thought I read which said, "Free of Body, Free of Mind";
I want to free myself, from myself.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Time passes as my name must be a long gone Memory
Stars die out, as you must tire from my apology
A singular, repetitive one, in a hope you say Hello one day
That we meet again, you look my way, and for one time to say
"I love you."
Constantly seen messages, Constant messenger pigeons
They console me, gently chide, tell me to let be
Yet every time it blurs my vision
That the prospect to becoming a lover and father one day
is tearing me apart
To use my youth denies accountability, blame others ruins my integrity, To say my mouth had enough, disregards the truth
My words followed the dark path my heart made, My youth turned adult
Can time, that heals wounds, still turn me into captivity
Where my own bedroom feels like a peaceful prison?
Can it be so easy to hate everyone, and wish they'd die?
Even the ones I love who I wish expire and live in the sky?
That my begging, tearful nature, is a crutch, and turns my fleeting independence
To a childish dependence
On others to send you messages I wish I could do myself
I believe God will bring her back, and bring me peace
But do I deserve such a charitable Deed?
I pray, cry and hope indeed
That his divined intervention intercedes
That a measly 7 months of silence
Can never compare to an eternity where death doesnt guarantee our souls meet
Tested by my patience
Willing to lose the sheep and honey bees of this world
For the bunny I sold away in anger
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
̶ After J. L. Storie
Remembering the joys of motherhood –
Putting on pajamas, picking up clothes,
Brushing teeth, bedtime drink of water.
They’re on a sugar high, giggles, night
Time hassles, hamming it up, stories –
Grade school delirium and horseplay.
Two little girls about to fall asleep, but
Full of joy and a day’s activities to tell
Whoever will listen – important stories.
Even boys are part of the drama – love,
Marriage, movies, lords and ladies –
The stuff girls talk about with grandma.
Breakfast time comes soon, and planning
For the day begins – rain prevents going
For a swim – let’s pretend suffices.
Building forts using blankets and pillows,
Playing doctor with grandma’s cat – its
Willingness to play in doubt.
Imagination is soon drained, and real
Play intercedes – grandma’s dresser the
Home of props for growing up.
Jewelry, half-slip, ******* socks stuffed
In bra to simulate ******* – dress-up is
Fun, but like in all games, interest wanes.
The sun comes out, and two young
“Aquabats” squeal with delight –
Grandma is coaxed into water-sliding.
Three female bodies slide quickly into
A few feet of water and dog paddle
To nearby poolside safety.
Grandma is reminded of her days – fifty
Years ago – when she and her own sister
Played at Esther Williams swim routines.
These dances, which enliven, rejuvenate,
And bond – stories of family evolution –
Bring treasured hours of utter joy.
© Lewis Bosworth, 4/2018
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC