To Do or Not To Do?

To Do or Not To Do?

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

To Do or Not To Do?

That is the question
similar to Hamlet's debate

of suicide

through Shakespeare's work,
did famous make.

Today,
marriage
is not often
the recommended suggestion.

Thus,
this institution's demise
is sadly at stake.

Whether a shack-up or a shackle
is 'nobler in the mind'
is a quandary causing sincere romantics
to hesitate. Decline.

Those who consider,
thought simply blind
to reality.

Single,
the preferable commodity.

To take this stage as bride and groom
may beset the union

'to grunt and sweat under a weary life.'

Committed

one to a prison's dense and eternal
gloom.

'And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!'

Coward!

Yes,
thus a vast
mast do choose:

bow out,
so as not to lose

sanity.

A total mistake

to engage
in this holy arrangement

by a
Loving Creator
for Humanity.

A Wonderful Gift
to the

Perfect First
then Eternal Family?

Yes.

For this

HE
thus it did

Originate.

First poem in a series discussing marriage.

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1200002912?q=marriage&p=par© 7 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love • family • society • sad • spiritual

'Apples to Apples'

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

'As apples to apples'
made

this simple comparison.

Yet,
difficult to impossible
for one
to make the final grade

as exist

7500 varieties 
from a generosity of His hand
to every child, woman and man.

Such a multitude of tiny seeds
to grow and expand into flowered trees.

Such deep appreciation
we need

for apples grand and delicious

worldwide
across international lands.

Red and gold
yellow and green
size of a cherry or grapefruit seen

Of sun and rain.
In sheer magnificence

Squeal
children in delight
bobbing their heads
in playful innocence.

Blessed
Mankind.

Yes we are!
Individually valued.

Useful
in far too many means
to really comprehend.

With sauces,
pies, fitters

and so much more

Eternity
is necessary
for us to employ

this creation
with it's sweet juices.

So 'apples to apples'
that well-known phrase
needs to be

replaced

Since comparisons
Do
others shade.

Write a poem for contest The Apple of my Eye
Describe for me an apple, all of the sensations that a beautiful apple brings you! Or not! lol

I prefer brevity but I am open to a good read.

If adult please label so. 

Good luck!

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102002052?q=apples&p=par© 4 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud   nature • love • spiritual

Forester

Forester

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

Maybe a third

exquisitely clothes our land
in luxurious hues
of greens, reds, oranges
under blues
donned in vines or moss
by Designer
who's at ease in brilliant creativity.

Rays of beamed sun
streamed between dwarfed
stunted or towering trees
rustling ferns, oaks, or willows
weeping in the breeze.

Sustained
by their presence

I understand
believe now
after a tragic stint
in naivety.

You see,
in the distance I saw:

A loveliness to a majestic degree.
A vision rich in beauty,

Magnificent
to national multitudes 
all in awe
need vehemently to agree;

since the earth abounds
in treasured leafy varieties.

Dashing into the dense essence
of one of these
a kitten prancing
in youthful exuberance

innocent and unprepared
in tragedy to sadly share.

I plead for forgiveness.
I pray for redemption
in my spread of wicked seeds.

The sun hung high.
The shade appealed.
My company pleasant.
Echoed, delightful squeals.

Hide and seek
along the fringe
is how the misery
begins.

In this deciduous forest,
where in fall
is bled millions of leaves
creating
a slippery floor

where insects, fungi, worms, and other organisms ultimately convert all
into an organic stew

humus, a ingredient vital of fertile soil.

No, nothing is wasted. All valued as pearls,
as these silent workers toil
preparing the dirt for wondrous
new growth to maintain
little children all over the world.

Beneath the dead, the soil teems with life.
We laughed and giggled too joyful for strife.

Yet, in dusk we played
unaware of the rife
of ignorance
children often display.

Searched we in fun for flowers
fleet in feet on a carefree run.
Passion berry and blue lily
scattered among our playground field.

A day forever
in memory done.

Mourning warblers, little songsters adorned
in dramatic grays, yellows, and olives
should've warned two little impish tykes
that amid the mystery reality bites
with reptiles, birds, insects, mammals
through hibernation needing survival too.

As my guardians in slumber stayed
I dared my little brother to slay the dragon
where he lay
inside a dark and lonely cave.

It was to be his final day.

*

Songs still break solemn silence
of deep forests in misleading revelry.

Yet, no longer do song sparrows greet me in cheerful repertoire as sorrow grips me in eternal grief, and while parents view me with understood enmity.

Moving Art - Forests
Video is the prompt: https://youtu.be/nBH1v7UiWys 
The full version is on Netflix if you have it. 
Write about what forests, in all their natural beauty and diversity, inspire in you. It could be beauty and wonder, or of course, write something darker if that's your thing. Be observant, enthralled, metaphorical, scientific or mystical. Just be in a forest and tell it how it is for you. No rules - just something fresh - no prewrites - three awards for the top three.

Based upon: http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2004042?q=forests&p=par© 11 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    sad •pain

Fallen

Fallen

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Untimely
the falls
caused
to all,

normal like average
or peabody small

afraid or nervous
in company of tall

superpowered
strong, mean
hybrid bullies.

Nephilims called.

From men and angels
unnaturally birthed.

They pummeled or killed
incited by anger from within
or mere pleasure.

Not valued your worth.

No stop to their pursuits
or determined will
backed up by pure evil
and muscled girth.

Cowered and fearful
in anxiety many'd flee
the trampling promised.

When would they be free
to carry on peaceful
with work without strife?

Unfortunately never,

since humans did not choose
to find divine protection.

In floods they did lose
their precious life.

Lives
of friends
families too

right along with the 'Fellers'--
the abusers and the abused

since cowardly
and frightened
to utterly refuse

to face off the giants.

Enter the ark

courageous and thankful
for Salvation the Creator imparts

with sincere Love for humanity
He cherishes. It never to depart.

Fully prepared
a well-stocked boat
the earth then to cruise.

Bobble with no moats.

But sadly, only eight survived.
No more any
to harass or gloat.

To the majority
peer pressure or outright obstinacy
proved more potent

than desire
to stand out as different.

Make plans. Do aspire
to enter a door

composed of faith
in the invisible One,
who hires

as Noah to proclaim

His Kingship and Sovereignty.

Death to the coward and/or wicked,
though opportunity existed

many actually did
swallow their pride.

As the vessel floated
capably fashioned,
though regrettably

not totally

Used,
although offered--a ride

as fear and lack of love
combined
produces a catalyst

Satan concocts
to bind and confuse
those not focused whole souled

in heart, soul and mind.

Seeking the "Truth' not to misuse.

Started this poem with the idea of helping our young fend off bullies. But, as many of you have experienced, the poem took its own direction.

However, the links do provide helpful information on coping with bullies.

Thank you.

http://tv.jw.org/#en/video/VODTeenagers/docid-502015143_1_VIDEO

http://tv.jw.org/#en/video/VODTeenagers/pub-jwbai_201410_1_VIDEO



© 5 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

A Healing Promised

A Healing Promised

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Wounds

wickedly delivered

intentionally or otherwise

bleed/bled

Blaze

as fiery tears;

tear in shreds united hearts;

roll us in mire

wishing to expire

till extended

a hand, arm, shoulder.

To sit:

a solid boulder

to support us

as soft words curve over us

silken cloth

sweet

gently enfolds us;

encourages us.

Lifts us to unsteady feet.

But fresh air swirls around us;

soothes our boiled skin,

as nature, friends, time

binds our injuries

slowly from within.

Yet, hope heals us faster

as a ship with rising sails.

Glides us pass

the heat

in which tragedies assails.

Buoys us forward

towards a horizon ascending soon.

Our emotions lifting.

Set free.

Like helium in colorful balloons.

Not to pop. Not to stop. 

To keep ascending

our eyes to bright stars

galaxies and faithful moons

given

for us to enjoy.

Our thoughts upward.

We pray; implore.

Prophecies foretold,

as a mother, strokes

our tired weary bruised souls.

Promises to mend

end sorrow,

sickness, death.

These written

like buried treasures unearthed

we cherish and cry:

"Come quickly! Do not to delay!"

Families desire this to behold.

Since, now what's needed

is power

beyond what's normal

till this darkest hour

that's descended

the Light

wars against;

defends

all those groaning.

Those in pain:

Just wait!

The Future

Glorious 

will bring

Peace

causing an end 

to all pain.

The Kingdom

Is the Cure

to Heal Humanity

of Satan's cruelty.

Wipe your eyes.

For

Not Fantasy

But

The Real Life

Is About to Begin.

Healing
Anything on what makes us feel healed, from bereavements, cruelties, traumas, break ups...


Please make sure your poem follows the prompt! Tips on what helps healing!!

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2006521?q=God%27s+Kingdom&p=par© 10 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love • hope • spiritual • family • friendship

I'd Rue the Day

I'd Rue the Day

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

 

 

 

 

Wearing not a crown or royalty,
not a ruler of government be,
yet, my future would still prove bleak

If I didn't choose
His Sovereignty.

I'd Rue the Day

when prophecy
foretold this future
for humanity:

"In the days of those kings
the God of heaven
will set up a kingdom

that will never
be destroyed."

This government
righteousness employs.

"This kingdom will not
be passed on..."

This fact alone
causes hatred.

Causes scorn
since kings and queens
wear crowns to adorn

their heads
in rulership
elected
or born.

"It"
God's Kingdom
"will crush"

"put an end
to all these kingdoms"
competing against His
today.

"And it Alone
Will Stand
Forever."

Yes.
God's Government
Will Forever Stay.

If I choose not
to Kiss the Son--
The Christ

The Creator's
appointed King

Sing his praises
My life in harmony bring

I will Forever

Rue the Day.

For Eternal Life
on Earth or Heaven
would end in eternal death.

No Precious Life
to enjoy
joy and peace.

No more breath
for continued daily living
in opposition

Given.

Now or Never
Come up with a poem about something that you should do that if this thing won't be done, the consequence is it will never be done.

Have at least 3-5 stanzas.

Enjoy!

Based on Isaiah 45:18; Eccl. 1:4; Ps. 37:9-11; 2 Peter 3:13; Rev. 21: 3,4; Matt. 5:3, 5; 6:9, 10; Daniel 2:44; Ps. 2:12.
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102005138?q=God%27s+Kingdom&p=par

A Time for Silence

A Time for Silence

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Neglect
not
a pause

Moments in mind
amid turmoil

Dissents

outside your core.

A Breeze of Reflection

Sweetly

eases the soreness
of twisting/
turning

Dampening
spreads
of

Nights sweats

Induced by
frightful dragons of dread
wearing scales of hunger

tearing with teeth

grinding
precious tin,
cedar or metal
from imperative
overhead.

Stealing your calm.

Breaking your peace
into tiny particles like chaff
circling back

a whirlwind
causing you blind.

Winding and winding
in an imaginary maze
decimating golden time.

Stay

moments in sought silence

to reflect
redefine

in stillness.

In
Quiet.

Upon beauty of sight and sound
from memory
or present surrounds.

But mainly upon

Wisdom
Divine

Releasing

thunderous quakes
into
bearable shakes

or

Lightening
Souls

for future
familial bonding acts of
Love

Pure

to gracefully unfold
with petals soft and lovely.

Bouquets.
Cherished.

For Others to Imitate.
Appreciate.

Behold.

What does this quote say to you? Does solitude give birth to the soul's poetry...and why? Dig into your psyche and write what this makes you feel.

Rhyme, free verse or prose.

Please not toooo long

No reserves.

Enjoy

Based upon Eccl. 3:1, 7; Matt. 14:23, Luke 4:42, 5:16.© a day ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual • nature