Favorite Poem: “Love’s Philosophy”

“Love’s Philosophy”

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another’s being mingle–
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

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Poet: Elle Veady

I’ll save you the trouble of the google search because you won’t find Elle Veady anywhere on the Internet. When asked to post her poem, she said, “This would be my pen name if I ever decide to be an author someday.”

“Free Fall Journey”

Stared down by the past
haunted with images
of what I used to be
The reflection of a cold heart
riddled by grief and pain
No more shall it taunt me
as the ledge draws near
If only I could shatter
the laughter
But still I stand
motionless with fear

Unbreakable it seems
this glass that’s holding me
back from falling free
and experiencing
a new journey, a new means
the mocking jeers and sneers
seem to say that I can’t do it
I won’t succeed
I must choose to move, to forget
or to stand alone
faced with regret

With a final glance back
I bow my head
Called to press on
I sprint towards the ledge
Breaking through
to find myself
alive…

And I’m free falling
Not looking back to where my feet
had been planted
I’ve taken flight,
falling towards the open arms
of my God
He will catch me
He will guide me
He will gently love me,
stand beside me
as I’ve come upon this free fall journey
we call life

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Song of Solomon 8:6-7

6 Place me like a seal over your heart,
   like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
   its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
   like a mighty flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love;
   rivers cannot sweep it away.
If one were to give
   all the wealth of one’s house for love,
   it would be utterly scorned.

Daily Response: What is your favorite line or phrase from this passage?

Poetry for Easter

 

“Good Friday Kyrielle”

by Sheila Deeth

 

From dust to earth from earth to seed

From seed to leaf from leaf to tree

From tree to cross against the sky

The earth has borne my Savior high

 

The lamb will birth, the flower bloom

The canopy of sky make room

The page of history burn dry

For earth has borne my Savior high

 

The stalks of grain will manger make

And scattered crops for food he’ll take

Then palm to cross I’ll twist and tie

The earth has borne my Savior high

 

The one who made each living thing

Gave life, gave hope, gave seed, gave wing

The king we hailed, then crucified

The earth has borne my Savior high

 

One dawn these clouds will roll away

The sky will fall and end the day

Then we who live will never die

For earth has borne our Savior high

 

“The Cross”

by John Beck

 

For centuries upon this earth

I stood with pride and grew in girth

Until by man I was undone

To crucify the Holy One

 

Who could have known that from this tree

A cross would change eternity

Hewn from my trunk they had begun

To crucify the Holy One

 

Should I bear shame for I took part

In cross intended from the start

Now standing here under the sun

To crucify the Holy One

 

Or should I stand with humble pride

As symbol for all who abide

With Him? They know not what they’ve done

To crucify the Holy One

 

Don’t You Know He Cried For You

©2011 Robert C Burnham

Mindful Poetry Contest: Anapeat for Holy Week.

 

Were you there when Jesus died

Did you object when Peter lied

Did you mock Him when he looked your way

Where were you on that fateful day

Don’t you know He cried for you

 

Don’t you know He wanted your heart too

Were you there when Jesus died

Laughing at Mary as she cried

Did you know he saw you on that day

There was nowhere to run or hideaway

 

Don’t you know He cried for you

Made no difference Gentile or Jew

Were you there when Jesus died

Winced from the flesh that fell from His side

Were you afraid when the sky went gray

 

When lightning bolts flashed and thunder splayed

When the temple veil was torn in two

Did it seem that hell was following you

Were you there when Jesus died

Did you hear the words that Jesus cried

 

“Father forgive them on this day,

They do not know they’ve gone astray”

Don’t you know He cried for you

He gave so much to see you through

Were you there when Jesus died?

 

“Untitled”

By Marianne K.

Rejoice my friend
paint the sky blue
let darkness flee

Call forth the truth
of triumph on earth
of glory divine

The King of Kings
the Lord of Lords
with love descends

The sun bursts forth
upon the Son of God
who died and rose

Rejoice my friend
sing hymns of praise
hands to him raise

 

“DAY OF CRUCIFIXION”

© Robert Burnham

 

Did you see the blackened sky

As they nailed Him to the cross

Did you see tears in Mary’s eyes

Did you contemplate her loss

Or were your eyes shut tight

Self-blinded to the cost

 

Did you listen when they mocked Him

Did you hear them curse His name

Did you hear the silence of His disciples

As they turned and ran in shame

Or were your ears waxed shut

To the lonely cries of His pain

 

Did you shout out in protest

At the cruel things that were done

Did you forget how to speak

As though the cat had your tongue

Were your lips glued tight together

While they crucified God’s Son.

 

I would like to thank these poets for their words and for letting me post their poems. 

I hope all of you have a very blessed Easter! 

~Kimberly

Poet: Pamela Stockman Blackadar (My Mom)

Pamela Stockman Blackadar is my mom. She lives in Florida and is the world’s best mom and interior designer. In all that she does, she is a thoughtful, caring woman. I love her so much and am proud to share this with you. This poem was on a card that accompanied a birth stone ring for my grandmother:)

 

“Birthstone Ring”

by Pamela Stockman Blackadar

 

A symbol of us

The four you brought

Into this world

For which you sought

A life of happiness,

The most beneficial

Never without love

Never superficial

 

A life of struggle,

Hardship and strife

Makes you that much more

A wonderful wife

 

And as a mother,

you’re at the top of the list

We don’t feel

That Daddy missed!

 

March of 44′

Was a month to remember

For then came problem Number 1

In all her splendor

She was born as a symbol of aquamarine

Like the ocean in color

It’s strength in blue-green

 

And then time elapsed

And along came John–

Devil that he was

Always in the wrong

But green in envy is the emerald,

lustrous in color and never dulled.

 

Then along came two boys

Both in September

Davis and Harlan Jr.

Who we’ll always remember

Their blue-blue eyes

Show intimacy

And love for you.

 

And so as we near the end

We’d like to say

That with all our love

This Christmas Day

We’d like you to remember

The four you brought

Into this world

And so

As a symbol of us

We give you this gift.

 

Love,

Pam

John

Davis

Harlan Jr.

 

Daily Response: This poem accompanied a gift. Have you ever written a poem for a gift?

Poet: Susan Budig

Susan Budig (in her own words): “I am not a full-time writer, but I work freelance in writing as much as I want. I am a full-time primary care parent. I still have three kids at home and in school.My business card identifies me as writer, poet, teacher, coach, but I am working on so much more. I am transcribing interviews for Larry Long with a goal of a book or series of books.”

My website: http://www.mindfulpoetry.com
My blogs: http://susanbudig.blogspot.com
and http://susanbudigs-poetry.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MindfulPoet
Gather: http://slb2.gather.com

 

One Child

There was one child left
that day I walked by the playground,
sitting on a see-saw, watching.
I looked in the same direction,
but nothing else caught my eye.

I remembered a game as a youth.
There was one child left
standing, proclaimed the winner!
It was never me.
Like a sentinel, I said nothing.

I continued down the block,
but cast a glance over my shoulder.
There was one child left
on the teeter-totter, but looking lost.
This stops me.

I finger my still-warm pretzel, shoved
in my pocket for when I reach the office.
The child keeps staring at nothing.
There was one child left
on the bench while all the other children

jumped like bunnies around the man
with a generous clutch of balloons
at my son’s birthday party in the park.
That was years ago and we all went home, but no…
there was one child left.

 

 

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Poet: Stephen Berwaldt

Stephen Berwaldt (in his own words): “I live in Massachusetts.I am currently semi-employed…that sounds better than unemployed…but I am by occupation, a remodeling contractor…a very good one, I might add…so would my mother, if she could speak from wherever she is… 🙂 I have only been writing for two years, so no blogs…I can be found on Gather.

 

“Vestiges”

 

It might be a tilt of head

or

a stranger’s smile –

an inadvertent passing-by of a favorite place

she loved to visit when time allowed –

 

perhaps

her dried-rose bookmark left

in her favorite book

you took up to read again

just to imagine her voice

reading every word –

 

a snapshot found

while searching for scissors

to snip that loose thread off the cuff of your shirt –

a picture of her smiling just for you

eyes ablaze with love

 

or

riding down the road listening to

Nat King Cole crooning

“Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire”

on the radio

in his rich, sultry voice

that always made tears well up

and flow gently down her cheeks

 

it’s the innocuous things –

the small details that

no one else noticed but you –

that bring sweet flood of memories to your heart

a misting in your eyes –

a lump in your throat

the ache as fresh as if bereaved just yesterday

 

O,

how we miss the ones

we’ve loved and lost

and love still

 

Daily Response: Please post your favorite line(s) in the comments.