Self-control ... A Hero

Self-control ...  A Hero

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

As a Red kite aspires to fly higher still
his wings tilted upwards
life requires us to acquire patience skills:

“For everything there is an appointed time...,
a time to keep and a time to throw away”

too many marbles rolling to the edges

frays a soul; kills merriness of mind,
love, objectivity and desires to portray

sincerely kind.

Also, time has hands, yet, not to hold back its pace.
So too anxiety cannot it control. By vision,

a night owl into twilight sent,

we garbage not organizational value; preparation keeps our focus;
gates disastrous actions from thieving precious moments
in prisons and hospitals spent. Yes, to maintain inner equilibrium,
keep impatience tamed.

Wisdom exercised bars life's unexpected actors from appearing
uninvited onto our stage, behaving erratically to erupt in us rage.
Since patient calm cultivated as fruitage supreme,
makes self-control a hero; and us a spiritual-being.

How To Be More Patienthttp://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102012444?q=patience&p=par

Joyed by Rain

Joyed by Rain

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

My inwards mellow when I think of rain.
Its pitter patter to stay one sane.
Water that thunders down upon a unshaded window pane.
This wondrous weather I love seated or simply laying;

Out, chapbooks and coffee to enjoy the day
and gentle sound. It truly allays
the rush and hurry of hectic delays and traffic stays.
Yes, I do delight and gratefully pray while precipitation stresses slay

mercifully, daily anxiety as I meditate as pings repeat.
The swish of wheels and squish of feet
along the rim of shadowy streets
'til neath my covers it peaks me to sweet and delicious needed sleep

to doze ten thousand rems.
Yet still in all my happy dreams refuse to dim
as I think on glorious cycles from ancient streams
vaporized and circled again to cloud the skies from heavenly beams

that rainbows beautifully after the sun's return
to lift again the mist and spurn
a drought that would our soil do burn
if not for lovely storms as blessings to man which never he earned.

My inwards mellow when I think of rain.
Its pitter patter to stay one sane.
Water that thunders down upon a unshaded window pane.
This wondrous weather I love seated or simply laying.

My Blue Prayer

My Blue Prayer

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Blue

I felt through endless days
of sunny skies.

Smiles hid not
the constant strain of suppressing
mild/increasing pain

of heart.

The darkness deep inside
did impart

evenings endless of sadistic art.
Gloriously tragic to expound.
But not to live.

The canvas splayed with muted hues
of anguish

due to life's choices.

I sat imbued with memories
washed with tears anew.

The frequent bouts
I wished were few and far between
as sprinklings of dew

to refresh

not to enmesh with substance like suet
for stewing in guilt and roasting in slow and twisted turns.

I did not earn this spot as gilt
to burn

spit-roasting
for others to discern:
the consequences of my
varied errors.

Lessons to ignite the young to learn.

Wish I might the heat to end!

A friend to lend a sincere ear
and bend to extend a helpful hand.

This I thought;
then heard a knock.

Standing there in awkward shock
I saw a little girl.

She held a box of color blue.

Inside she said:
"A gift for you!

I hope you like the book.
It gives me hope."

This girl of three or maybe two?

"A future bright and endless,"
said her mother.

"The Bible
is really worth

a careful
view."

Was this the answer to my non-existent prayer?

Were they sent to me to share?

That night I sat upon my chair
astonished that someone seemed to care enough
to come my way

through a drizzling cold rain.

Thus I began
my search for

You.

I appreciate your love.

I sincerely do!

Write a poem for contest a knock on the door

ok This is my very first contest. so I'm not sure what to do.

I hope you will consider joining in.it for me. 

This is the prompt.

You hear a knock on the door.  You open it and see someone standing there. They're holding a blue box in their hand.  tell me about it. Who is there, what is  in the box. The gift can be anything.  Is it a cardboard box, a plastic box  maybe a ring. Or maybe the box is empty  and you can fill it with something.

Give me a reason for the color. what it might signify  as to what the box holds. or maybe it is the person's or your favorite color.

  I hope I made this easy to follow and understand.

Please follow the AP rules and I want something lighthearted, not hateful or erotic or strong cursing etc.  Thanks for considering this contest.  It can be any style but not too short. so no haiku;s . As they don't really give a way to describe things.   © 35 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love • hope • spiritual • teen • misc