"rescues" poems
#*When all of worldly beauty's lost
When form and face have borne the cost
Of life's sojourn upon this earth
A greater glory then springs forth
When vanity is cast aside
With long-dashed dreams and fallen pride
At last a better hope I see
One anchored in eternity
When no one gives a second glance
Or offers promise of romance
I know the One whose love is true
Who looks beyond what most men do
When wit and charm have fled from thought
And company's no longer sought
There's still One friend who longs to hear
My every word, desire and fear
When awkwardness is more the rule
Than competence and being cool
His words I hear so gently spoken,
"Come, poor in spirit and all who are broken."
When those around me criticize
With disapproval in their eyes
He spreads His arms with full embrace
And wears acceptance on His face
When kindred spirit can't be found
And understanding's wayward bound
The One who knows me best will be
Thinking precious thoughts toward me
When foot is slipping, mind astray
From trying to fix things my own way
He rescues me with hourly grace
And sets me in a spacious place
When all my naught attempts at fame
Lie crushed beneath a weight of shame
I seek the fame of Him instead
Who calls my name and lifts my head
When youth and vigor fade away
And triumph seems an ancient day
My strength can rest in One who brings
Fresh power to soar on eagle's wings
When my last breath some day I take
Death's shadowed crossing, hence, to make
Upon Christ's nail-scarred feet I'll fall
To kiss that One who is my ALL*#
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
*I always wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid!
Always had a childish craving for it.
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Now,
I am a superhero...my superhero.
Saving and defending my ownself.
Coz' during the troubled times,
No one rescues...its just one being ...standing alone, against all odds.
I wish they had given me one chance,
Just one...
Not to be the hero...*
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
the sound of a wave lapping,
summer thickens
and suddenly everything is
vaguely surreal, under the
hidden stomach of the stars
ghosts of silver struggle
in the white light.
when the water splashes
little islands croon.
love, rescues me from
the millions of pieces
where i lie scattered.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
Katie the previous lives lady tries to rescue her nephew
Katie's nephew Jackson Gooden is in town to spend some time with Katie and it couldn't have come at a worst time, you see the kidnapper who kidnapped Graham Thorne, well his reincarnation was in town and he was getting a messed up head with everyone telling him he was mentally deranged, the only one who helped him was Katie, and when Katie took time off to look after her nephew when he's in town, he almost flipped his marbles untill he decided to prove to everyone else that he is Steven Bradley and use Katie as a blackmail target, you see what he plans to do is kidnap Katie's 15 year ok'd nephew Jackson and blackmail Katie,if she refuses to see him, the weight will fall on her nephews head and **** him, yes this is the way for Katie to make sure she makes me happy.
Katie begged for him to let him go, and then say you will be a pig in your next life, what you do here affects your future happiness, let my nephew go and we'll talk about treatment for your illness, and he said that he thought she'd understood him, but really she is just like the other's, and Katie had to keep telling him that he is good and will never stray, and she did that because her patient had a pocket knife at her nephews head, and Katie said, I believe this is the wrong way to handle your illness,,I told you that you kidnapped a kid, and seconds later you have my 15 year old nephew at knifepoint, you are
******* up, and also you are making a mockery of my good business, he just laughed still determined he'll **** him
And make Katie jitter.
Jackson tried to scream, so the knife would be removed from his neck, and Katie said, I will find a way that this man can't ever harm you,,you have to refuse to go anywhere with him, he had a weakness, and that is, if you laugh at him, he'll suddenly be scared of him, and Katie then said that she doesn't believe in laughing in her job, but she decided to make a exception here, because really she wanted time off with Jackson.
The reincarnation of Steven Bradley said that he will hold Jackson and Katie for a huge ransom and Jackson said, you can't get me, I am too smart, you see i am young, you are old
I'm a young dude, your an old fogie, i'm a young dude, your an old fogie, I'm a young dude, your an old fogie, a stinken little old fogie ma--n.
And then he ran and Jackson said 1 win for young against old, and then Jackson and Katie spent time sightseeing for 4 days and Katie, I know she is born to tell people previous lives stories, really enjoyed being away from the office and when she came back,,the first phone call made was a phone call to the cops, issueing a restraining order on that Steven Bradley reincarnation, and then Jacksoc went back to his parents house saying he was kidnapped by a ghost while Katie tried a new approach to tell people previous lives, so she can keep love one's safe for the future of her business, yes that's what she'll do.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
#*When all of worldly beauty's lost
When form and face have borne the cost
Of life's sojourn upon this earth
A greater glory then springs forth
When vanity is cast aside
With long-dashed dreams and fallen pride
At last a better hope I see
One anchored in eternity
When no one gives a second glance
Or offers promise of romance
I know the One whose love is true
Who looks beyond what most men do
When wit and charm have fled from thought
And company's no longer sought
There's still One friend who longs to hear
My every word, desire and fear
When awkwardness is more the rule
Than competence and being cool
His words I hear so gently spoken,
"Come, poor in spirit and all who are broken."
When those around me criticize
With disapproval in their eyes
He spreads His arms with full embrace
And wears acceptance on His face
When kindred spirit can't be found
And understanding's wayward bound
The One who knows me best will be
Thinking precious thoughts toward me
When foot is slipping, mind astray
From trying to fix things my own way
He rescues me with hourly grace
And sets me in a spacious place
When all my naught attempts at fame
Lie crushed beneath a weight of shame
I seek the fame of Him instead
Who calls my name and lifts my head
When youth and vigor fade away
And triumph seems an ancient day
My strength can rest in One who brings
Fresh power to soar on eagle's wings
When my last breath some day I take
Death's shadowed crossing, hence, to make
Upon Christ's nail-scarred feet I'll fall
To kiss that One who is my ALL*#
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Towards the surface remain my concerns.
The sun will shine on all my problems.
Entering my mind in a state of stillness.
As powerful as that might be.
Will it set my fidgeting free.
It's time to leave that all behind.
Searching to find the wondrous grape vine.
To eat with the acknowledgment of peace and happiness.
The water is in harmony to the song of the whales.
To sink deep naturally without any fails.
I wish I could hug it even though it flows around me.
From the cosmos I must shine through my enlightened chi.
Lifted from all the negativity.
I've found what rescues and saves.
The voices travel with the wind and aids the singing waves.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
I am the hero who remains unsung,
The brilliant, the innocent, the beautiful young.
The resilient youth who is ever strong,
Who never gives up and always forges on.
Who doesn’t rest her weary bones,
But struggles through life ever alone,
She rescues the weak, and slays her foes,
And onward on her journey the lonely knight goes.
From town to town, to fight and war,
Images of death never seen before,
Each death she causes has its cost,
And soon her brilliance and innocence are lost.
She takes on the dragon, the wizard and witch,
And battles on without a hitch,
But with each step her youth is left behind,
With each ticking clock she hears the passage of time.
One step further, one battle more,
To help the weak and save the poor,
To rescue the damsel and aid the king,
And never of the hero do the people sing.
Never is she thanked for all she’s done,
Never do they recognise that she’s the one,
Who kept them alive and kept them safe,
Never do they think that she may need some space.
She’s seen so much evil; she’s seen so much pain,
‘Is there any happiness in life to gain?
Is there sun beyond the cloud?’
The lonely knight asked aloud.
She could see that darkness lay in front,
And that if there was trouble she would bear the brunt,
No love was waiting for her, no warming home,
She was the knight, she travelled alone.
Finally she opened her eyes,
To the truth that lay beyond the lies,
To the despair, and death of this barren land,
And no longer could she bear stand.
The knight has fallen to the ground,
Lying face down westward bound,
She fell before she saw the light,
The lost, the lonely, the Fallen knight.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
The only person who holds me when i’m down,
Rescues me in my nightmares,
Makes me laugh so hard even at times when i can’t fake a smile,
Spoils me until i feel like a princess,
Hugs me so tight until i can’t breathe,
Makes me want to remain in his arms until i feel painless,
Makes me feel safe even without a roof on our heads,
Makes me want to reach for the stars and never look back,
Makes me want to become the strongest version of myself,
The only person who inspires me,
The only person who means the entire world to me,
The only person who makes life worth living,
My astonishing, one in a million Dad.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
As I close my eyes a single image is brought forth
Your smiling face is branded into my mind
From so many years ago
The last smile that was imparted from your lips and carried on by your features
The last smile that I could smile back to
None could take the pain away like you
None could compare to the relief that came from your smile
And you
Not even knowing the effect that you bring forth
Having no insight to my mind
The mind and heart that yearned for you, wanting to reach out and take your hand and never let go
Smiled on
Then the time for staring and hoping for your smile to land forever on me ended
Until that moment when you took the leap, the chance
After so many years you smile again
Knowing it is my doing, I smile too
Nothing can take away this smile
Nothing in the world
An unstoppable force would be stopped
The sea would stand still
Volcanoes would not dare to erupt
All would be silent
The wolves would stop baying
The winds would cease to weave around the world
Every living thing would find their heart broken
The heart of the one you love would stop beating
If anything were to separate us
But...
Nothing can
Nothing will
Your smile rescues me and chases away these thoughts
Distance now means the most closeness later
Your smile rescues me
For Dan- I love you Danny
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
What I think about you?
Why would you ask?
I'm sure you already have an idea
I mean isn't it pretty obvious
They way we talk
They way we act around each other
I know I shouldn't care
but I do, I do care about you
More than I wish I did!
I was thinking maybe if time were stopped
but isn't that crazy,
But then again crazy ideas are my favorite
They are the only ideas that have no limits
Not like the ones that are expected from us
I remember the last time someone told me,
That it was dangerous to think in a certain way
I remember one day when I at school
Overheard a couple teacher talking about those
"dangerous ideas"
Where we could begin a revolution
Nowadays we can say what ever we want
For we have the freedom of speech
But then why don't we stay quiet!
But that's not what you asked!
You wanted to know what I think about you
I think that you have a voice
a voice that can make a difference if you let it try
I think that there is a way for success
without having fear and I know you know that too
I think that you are stronger,
much more than what you were raised to believe
I think that you don't have follow society's guidelines
After all it is a free country
Right?
We should be able to make a difference in the world
Right?
We should be able to see justice before our very eyes
Right?
Then why don't we
I think you can be the next Martin Luther
Or Nelson Mandela
Or part of the army that rescues the next generation of Jews from a holocaust
And if you die trying...
I remember we talked about this before,
if you died trying to make that difference
You said that it would be a fight fought in vain
I didn't think so the, I don't think so now!
If we die fighting that will show them
Those who look up to you
That what we were fighting for was the right thing to do!
They will truly see that what the world expects from us,
isn't what we have to expect from ourselves
And that will make them FIGHT!
I think you are capable of winning that battle, if you just kept trying!
A little more
A little harder
But most importantly with more faith!
And if we die fighting for The right reasons,
For the name of Jesus
Then, Ill see you in heaven walking through the roads of gold!
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread,
See Sewell number’d with the happy dead.
Hail, holy man, arriv’d th’ immortal shore,
Though we shall hear thy warning voice no more.
Come, let us all behold with wishful eyes
The saint ascending to his native skies;
From hence the prophet wing’d his rapt’rous way
To the blest mansions in eternal day.
Then begging for the Spirit of our God,
And panting eager for the same abode,
Come, let us all with the same vigour rise,
And take a prospect of the blissful skies;
While on our minds Christ’s image is imprest,
And the dear Saviour glows in ev’ry breast.
Thrice happy faint! to find thy heav’n at last,
What compensation for the evils past!
Great God, incomprehensible, unknown
By sense, we bow at thine exalted throne.
O, while we beg thine excellence to feel,
Thy sacred Spirit to our hearts reveal,
And give us of that mercy to partake,
Which thou hast promis’d for the Saviour’s sake!
“Sewell is dead.” Swift-pinion’d Fame thus cry’d.
“Is Sewell dead,” my trembling tongue reply’d,
O what a blessing in his flight deny’d!
How oft for us the holy prophet pray’d!
How oft to us the Word of Life convey’d!
By duty urg’d my mournful verse to close,
I for his tomb this epitaph compose.
“Lo, here a man, redeem’d by Jesus’s blood,
“A sinner once, but now a saint with God;
“Behold ye rich, ye poor, ye fools, ye wise,
“Not let his monument your heart surprise;
“Twill tell you what this holy man has done,
“Which gives him brighter lustre than the sun.
“Listen, ye happy, from your seats above.
“I speak sincerely, while I speak and love,
“He fought the paths of piety and truth,
“By these made happy from his early youth;
“In blooming years that grace divine he felt,
“Which rescues sinners from the chains of guilt.
“Mourn him, ye indigent, whom he has fed,
“And henceforth seek, like him, for living bread;
“Ev’n Christ, the bread descending from above,
“And ask an int’rest in his saving love.
“Mourn him, ye youth, to whom he oft has told
“God’s gracious wonders from the times of old.
“I too have cause this mighty loss to mourn,
“For he my monitor will not return.
“O when shall we to his blest state arrive?
“When the same graces in our bosoms thrive.”
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Remember when you were a kid, Tiger?
days when I bit tighter, yet a lot lighter
jammed to the angels, on all nighters
yet we would never see anything ? then
Be on all four corners at once she said
hanging up on me -turning onto sixth
as if my head didn't know which way
was up , in the first place, call from an
unknown number asking for Marcus
Peoterroro ,yelling I say you ***** *****
calling me every **** night, right at the
click dial tone I'm still screaming more
shake down silhouette in a silkink stop
the car barely missing the sellout love of
my night life, like you barely missing me
"i didn't even have to circle the block babe"
"i didn't even put on my better nightshade"
perfect plethora of a serpentine in her ******
hell to hand baskets in a switchblade seance
speaking directly to the man who killed my
fiance, and then dropped the dagger on my
doormat **cheer up you ******* doormat**
i feel as if she slapped me, mourning nothing
but the format of the masterpiece, ****** her
in the back, at least, felt no hair nor thigh
nor sympathy or wasted time, nor gluttony
raging sun of the twin, and moon of the son
of killing me slowly like nails on chalkboard
it running down our spine sinning jealously
doomed to be a rot, mother ******* sell out piece
while they sell their selves for *** i do it for press
release me in my sad abortion of what i can't believe
counting down the days until my day job comes and
rescues me from my celibate leave , maybe
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Tis' only poetry, sweet poetry
that lingers on my mind
that haunts the drunken moon
that lovers whisper in the shadows
Tis' only poetry, sweet poetry
that rescues us from sorrows & ourselves
that the Sea sings in it's lullabies
& that the oppressor fears
Tis' only poetry, sweet poetry
that lingers after death has tolled
it's dark, dark bell
Richer than the gift of any king-
behold!
Sweet Poetry!
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
July Twenty Fourth, Nineteen Fifteen
The river was murky, The weather was seen
The steamer Eastland, firm on her bow,
loaded with coal, port side and sound
A captain, that's ***** and stout in his manner
stands on his bridge with an arrogant cantor
Mooring lines set, stern to the bow
Gangplanks are steady, awaiting a crowd
Employees of Western dressed to their nines,
a picnic awaits, everything's fine
Families with smiles and tickets in hand
looks up in wonder, the Eastland she stands
Boarding commences and loaded up full
Twenty Five Hundred, no more to call
Port side list, a lean to the river
Ballast is leveled, some felt the shiver
Worries amount to settling fears,
a starboard list and beckoning tears
Back to the port, no coming back
tipped on her side, everything's black
Panic in fever, screams are abound
echoes in motion, no silence no sound
The river's chaotic with bodies afloat
Kenosha stands ready and rescues the most
Eight forty four lost their lives
In the armory they lay and Chicago cries
The Eastland still rests in our hearts and our mind
Not a second or hour can turn back the time
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
"Once upon a time"
What a cliche way to begin a story
"And they lived happily ever after"
Do they really?
Does everyone live happily ever after?
What about Cinderella's stepsisters?
Or the huntsman in Snow White?
Do they get happy endings?
No one seems to care about them
Snow White and Cinderella get the prince
What does everyone else get?
Princes and castles?
Crowns and glory?
The "villians" never get anything
Just because they are bad doesn't mean they can't be good
No one tries to redeem them
The live wickedly without knowing right
Without knowing the good they could have
They may have money, gold, and stolen treasures
But d they have happiness, love and hope?
No one shows them how to achieve goodness
So they steal it from others
The prince saved the princess
But who saves the villians?
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
MrRight or maybe now or later
Dear Mr.Right,
I think I understand now.
And I get it .
We sit waiting.
Seconds.minutes.hours. days.
For the someone in our life to complete us,
to wrap our wounds and mend our hearts.
To laugh at the jokes we tell even when they aren’t funny. no especially when they aren’t funny.
To challenge us and to make us forget, but allow us the space to remember.
To know when we want to be held,
but don’t know how to ask,
a mate,
a lover,
a friend.
And we wait.
Believing and hoping they will come and rescues us from the tower,
to fight off the demons and the dragons of the mundane day to day life.
And to win our hand, for rescuing us.
And we sit and wait as we expect them to tear down the walls of our imprisonment whether mental or concrete,
as we become less,
we become dormant,
when we have been given the same tools and opportunities to tie up the bed sheets or cascade our hair down, to escape,
to be free, wasting away in the waiting
I want to warn you
I am not sitting on my bed waiting,
do not look for me in the kitchen making the pies to appease your hunger,
I am out collecting treasures,
and having adventures,
and making memories
with hook and finding my way with pirates,
and traipsing with sinners while believing in saints,
you wont find me with apple scented skin but maybe lemons,
or grass,
or the sea salt ocean
or dandelions,
because I am lying in the meadow looking up at the stars breathing in cold air,
and thinking of you
but you will not find me waiting for the world to be put back on its axis or ask atlas to put down his burden,
im not running away, but Im not waiting in a tower held high above life.
Ill be among the disciples and the hipsters, brushing off the mud of my jeans and rolling down hills with children,
kissing boo boos and fighting my own demons.
And one day we’ll meet and I ll ask you where were you when I was waiting and maybe you will say looking for you. or maybe you’ll say I was waiting for you. And we’ll be happy to find each other.
I will not let life pass me by while i am waiting, but Ill put pieces of me in all my letters left to tell you of my adventures,
If you thought Id be less pirate more princess I’m sorry to say maybe it’s better this way. I am not dormantly waiting,I want too much for that, I want to know me before I find you. I want to be single and appreciate the entire bed and not having to share, to look in the mirror and to know my own worth and beauty, and maybe these things will come later in life before or while you are around. I know not your name or the hour in which we’ll meet but tonight I’m thinking of you. Catch me of you can.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
I'm no less than a lion-hearted soul
Who lives by high heroic skills,
Courageously fights off jackals,
And rescues victims with flawless charisma
But I ain't less than a dignified warrior
The most Blessed Teacher, an exemplary
Has taught me
About a weapon
Which has been the answer to infinite sorrows
dreamy desires and unthinkable perils
I've used it to cheer up saddened souls
And to relieve the unrelieved
It is my light
It is the weapon to divert from hapless ends
it is the key to unlock the gates of Mercy
It is otherwise known as Dua
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:17 AM UTC
I must say that in the course of my life I’ve seen
The battered nature of a Queen,
I witnessed the unrested stress
Placed upon the shoulders of a Princess,
As she slowly absorbs life’s punches
I still see her in the highest of the Duchess,
Encountered that mind of that which might seem crazy
While in all holding up the demeanor of a Lady,
I place myself in the spot for her to see what I can bring
That I carry myself in the presence of a King,
And as I try to rescues her from what makes her tense
I failed attempts of a Kiss so I never turn into her Prince,
As each moment I dreamed of her has only been in fluke
I can’t find the means to win to become her Duke,
And even through the gifts of attention and being adored
Forgetting that on this land, with love, I'am more than a peasant but a Lord,
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
To the young lady that tends to lose her track;
Your eyes are not for tears,
Your eyes are to open portals for my thoughts
To transcend their limitations
And step into your worlds of wonder.
Your face is not to frown,
It is for the people like me
To find the clarity they once lost,
The warmth they crave,
And just the glow they need to light their way into a better perhaps.
Your hands are not for clutching,
Not for
Creating wide spaces to cover the diameter of your face;
Your hands, are to wave in between threads of air that
Hold my love and send it to you;
Your fingers are to unleash the senses
Of those whos bodies are numb
Those who have never experienced your touch.
Your soul is never for anger
Your hatred is untrue
Your energy lies within
You just have to extract it.
You are not to cry,
You are to set free torrents of emotions
Trapped inside a cage with golden bars
A brunette with beautiful wide eyes;
You are not to breakdown
You are to dissect your existence and reshape it
To better represent
Your essence.
You are the gem that loses its spark
When the dust becomes so heavy on your soul
Until it starts burning your eyes;
But shake the dust.
Shake the dust and rise
Be the young lady I know you keep inside, the young lady I love.
Be the savior,
For you do not want saving
Be the hero,
For strength is dormant in between your eye lashes
Be the elevating voice,
That rescues us from our pits
Be the young lady I know you keep inside, the young lady I love.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC