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Jun 2017 · 1.5k
chameleon
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
colors  
slide over  
ink-slick
○°○            skin           ○°○
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○°°○°○stretched○°○°°○
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a skein of
furtive fabric  
wrought of woe    
and wrested    
from futility  
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pundits posture
○°°○°○°imposing ○°°○°○°
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○°○°      importance    ○°○°
°○°○°○         ○°°sleek°°○       °○○°○°
°○°○             insolence             °○°○
curls °°○
crafted○°
  churlish
     like a
             pre
          °°         hen
     °°          sile
       °○°○tail    


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/28/2017
I hope this comes out!
Jun 2017 · 389
Sing to me, oh my soul...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Night's tucked me in
Its soft wool blanket
The stars have kissed
My tears away
I lie here ready
And awaiting
For the end of
This life's day...

Sing to me, oh my Savior!
Sing to me, oh my soul!
I am through with
All my hardships
My life's tale
Has been told.
I am waiting
For a rising
My final rest
To so acquire
I let this flute of
Bones go silent
I see Chariots of Fire.


I have moved
10,000 mountains
In this life I've
Walked the earth
And if you're counting
The equator
I have run
Its very girth.
I have seen
10,000,000 starships
Taking off
Behind my eyes
I have heard
The screaming
Children
I have witnessed
Hell disguised...

[chorus]

If you don't think
There is a devil
Look into the
Face of fear
Look into a
Mother's eyes
When her children
Go to war
Look into the
Maw of "justice"
Jingoistic
Jaundiced JOKE
See the planes
Of Hiroshima
Cast The Bomb and

SMELL THE SMOKE

[chorus]

BRIDGE:
I lie here with
My blood a'soaking
Into barren,
Rocky ground
Soon the Rose will
Be a'growing
The sweetest e'r
To be found...



SøułSurvivør
(c) 6/27/2017
I'm going to try to sleep.
It's difficult sometimes.
I think of all the horrific
Things people experience
In other countries where
There's war. It makes me
SO sad! We caused so
Much of it! For WHAT?

G R E E D.
Jun 2017 · 898
Broken Pottery
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I am hieroglyphic pottery
Broken before my
Time'd begun...
I tried to piece myself
Together, but found
The puzzle overrun.

I couldn't find the
Precious fragment
With which to keep
The water in...
It flowed out, yellow
And stagnant
Full of sickness
Full of sin.

Yes, I'm a hieroglyphic
Vase... a bowl with
Pictographs and runes
I'm whole now, you'll
Find this is the case,
I found the piece!
This blessed boon!

My hieroglyphics are
A summer scene,
The piece I needed
And I won,
Was the part which
Soared the heavens
The constant
Ever faithful

*SON.
Nope. Won't stop talking 'bout
my Jesus! Without Him I
would be dead in every
sense of the word...
Jun 2017 · 1.3k
Gratitude List(ening)
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I have been grumbling
And complaining
I haven't thanked
The One sustaining
All my needs
The One restraining
Worse events
Than I'm retaining
I'm in need of
Some retraining

He is waiting
He is listening
For grateful heartstrings
Moist and glistening
For something He
Has seldom heard
A chord of thanks
In spoken word

Let us poets, as a crowd
Speak our thanks
Right out loud!
Of course, my friends,
You have a choice,
But read this poem
With your voice!

I'm grateful God
That You're there
I'm grateful I can
Breathe the air...

I'm grateful that
You made a tree
I'm grateful for
Our poetry
I'm grateful i have
Eyes to read
The inspiration
That i need...

I'm grateful i can
Take a drink
No muck and mire
For to sink
No sewage that
Brings death
And stink

That I have a
Mind to think
...

I'm grateful that
There's food to eat
No mud cookies
For my meat
I have a roof
I have a seat
I have shoes
Upon my feet...

I'm grateful,
Though there's
Pain and strife
I have this chance...
... for a good life!


There! You've READ IT!
All the while
Jesus listened...

*... and He smiled!
I'm not going to preach... much.

Haitian children were observed
Making mud cookies...
... and EATING THEM.

Even in the U.S. (Flint, Michigan)
The right of having clean
Drinking water was taken away!

We (I) have a LOT to be
Grateful for!

I'm going to visit
my father today. God willing
I can read tonight.

I want to thank all
My faithful readers...

♡♡ I'm grateful for you! ♡♡
Jun 2017 · 240
Meant To Be
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
On this day
There was a wedding
In the church
Just down the way
It was a touching
Thing of beauty
A TRUE love
Was bound that day.

Their story is like a
Fairytale...
The man came here
To make a start
Learning of our
Lovely planet
To nurture it
And be a part.
He met the
Sweetest woman
Even then she
Took his heart.

Her interest is
Early music
A muse which
This man also loved
She loved Scotland
All things Scottish
The man was
All of the above!
They became friends
And found their
Hearts met...
They fit together
Hand in glove!

Then came time
For him to leave here
Couldn't stay
Within the States.
T'was time he
Returned to Scotland
But their love
Did not abate.

The lady had a
Real talent - was given
Scholarship and then
Went across the
Great Atlantic
To England's lovely
Shores and fens.
There, in London
At a concert
They saw each other!
Met again!

There, their love grew
Like a garden
He, a Thistle
She a rose...
Finally he could
Wait no longer
He bought a ring
And he proposed.

The two lovers
Met in Tucson
To Tucson
They returned, you see,
And in holy matrimony
Their love was bound
But, at last, freed!

Their blossoms joined
In bliss forever...

For their love was

*MEANT TO BE!
With love,
Cathy Jarvis

To my sister Christina  
And her husband Martin
On their 29th wedding
Anniversary (woot! woot!)

Blessings! May you have
Many more happy
Years together!

Martin it the Thistle
Because he's Scottish
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
There's a Dove
That casts no shadow
Of its story I will tell
It has flown to
Highest heaven
It has sunk to
Lowest hell

It is pure as
Sparkling snowbanks
It could melt them
Like the Sun
In the end, as at beginning
Over evil, Victory's won!
It will fill your
Soul with longing
It is the End
'Fore time's begun.

There's a Lion
On the prairie
He has strength
That over-awes
In His Face
You'll see compassion
He forgives
Egregious flaws
You can find
Your comfort, solice,
You could sleep
Between His paws

He is ferocious
He's Protection
He is gentler than a lamb
Yet he has the
Greatest power
For he is God -
The strong I AM.

There's a Rose
Within a garden
It's blood red,
For It's been torn
The Rose itself
Has greatest beauty
Tho It wears a
Crown of thorns
It is pure as
Light unblemished
It has grown
For death was born.

It has a scent
Beyond comparing
It has light
That shines within
It has died,
And yet is living
With it's fade
It took your sin

Come, all you
So weak and weary!
All three of these,
The trinity,
Will come into
Your life together
Give you eyes,
That you may see!

Yes, come, bring
All your broken places,
Your heart, or so
The Bible goes,
You'll find help
You will find healing

The Dove, The Lion,
and The ROSE.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/24/2017
Have a wonderful Sunday!

Today is my sister's
Anniversary. Married over
30 years! I'm going to be busy
Making their present, and going
To the party we arranged for
Them... I will try to read tonight.
Thanks for understanding!

♡♡ God bless! ♡♡
Jun 2017 · 315
blank page
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
-------------
|             |
|             |
|             |
|             |
-------------

hello, blank page.
you invite me to
fill your ******
surface with
the inky blemishes.

words of woe.

you've never known
pain. loss. heartache.
you've never known
hunger, want, or war.
never been *****
or pillaged.
denuded of all
grace and dignity,

until now.
but, no. I won't
wake you in this way.

blank page.
there you are, still.
I will not use a
forceful pen, now.
but the tender
strokes of love poetry.
you will blush
yourself to the shades
of a peach.
in a passionate, yet gentle,
hand will I take you to

******

perhaps i will, with
an expansive hand,
inform you of nature
or faraway places.

or with the greatest care
illuminate your barrenness
with the most beautiful
calligraphy.

fill your blandness
with great truth
and enlightened ******.

beatific beauty

but for now
I only touch you,
and inform you of
your nakedness.
you've been willfully
ignorant.

you are,
after all,
only

FOOLSCAP


SøułSurvivør aka
writè of passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/23/2017
Jun 2017 · 233
Announcement :/
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I'm not getting ANY emails from Hello Poetry. So if you respond to one of my comments I'm not going to know...

Thanks!

♡ Catherine
Jun 2017 · 298
petrichor
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
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================

on the soil
the scent of rain
said to flow
from the god's veins

smell like purple
fragrance rare
I'd like to bottle it
to wear!

petrified woods
where toads do climb
from the soil
after the rains

be ye wary
to say the least
they have a sweat
which can **** beasts!

~~~

come, my children
perhaps you'll see
how our nose

*can set us free
In Greek
PETRI: stone
CHOR: water said to run
from the veins of the gods

Colorado River Toads
lie dormant under the soil
waiting for the summer
monsoons, when they
errupt from their slumber

there is a substance
they exude which is
poisonous to dogs.
some people "lick toads"
to get high... ugh!
Jun 2017 · 424
biting back on my words
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
_____
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
/\/\/\/\
--------
wo                  wo
wor                   wor
words.           words.
words. words. words.
words. words. words.
words. words. wor
words. word


he who can rule his tounge
is greater than conquerors



[10W]
SøułSurvivør
6/22/2017
Jun 2017 · 230
In this life...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
... expect hardships and
you'll never be disappointed.


[10W]
SøułSurvivør
6/22/2017
I've never seen so many people in extreme hardship as I've encountered recently. We weren't promised a rose garden... but a vale of tears. I take life a moment at a time these days, embracing the struggle. All the things I experience, Jesus did, TOO. And MORE. It's a growth time for many. Making or breaking. If you feel yourself break, fall into the arms of Jesus... He's waiting for YOU.
Jun 2017 · 407
Heat is a living thing
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Heat lives.
It breathes.
It settles down over your prone body and presses on your chest, stealing your breath. The sweat on your forehead becomes tears, while the creature looks down with its ashen eyes... smiling...

Heat is a black cormorant, which dives deep into the heavens and scoops up the stars, spitting out only bones and darkness.

Heat is a hyena, which exists to harrass and nip at your Achilles tendon. All the while laughing its madness into your soul...

Heat is a demon, spawned of hellfire, steeped in its terrible ugliness...

The nightmare growth of cancer on the will and spirit...

Heat lives.
Heat breathes.

*Heat kills.
Our swampbox cooler is fixed. The nights are now bearable. Thanks for your prayers and good thoughts. Your support is appreciated more than you'll ever know.

The heat wave in the southwest is literally killing people. I have opportunity to go to air conditioning. Not everyone is so lucky.

There are many homeless here in Tucson. Some are so mentally ill they don't know how to handle this weather. There are elderly who are homebound with no proper cooling system. I would like to ask for prayers/good thoughts for them, too.

THANK YOU!
Jun 2017 · 370
I will be off site
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
We are having a record heat wave, and our cooler is broken. All my mom & I can do is get ice-packs & lie in front of the fans. Please pray/send good thoughts. My mom is 83, and this situation is potentially dangerous for her! We're going to visit my father where there IS air-conditioning later today... but that's no help right now!

Thanks!

♡ Catherine
Jun 2017 · 837
Historic Heatwave!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I'm melting in the
Tucson sun
We're having
Record highs
Sweat pours
Down my body
Getting in my eyes.

115° in the shade!
Still hot in the home!
All we have's a
Swamp box...
Cooled by that alone!

I'd rather live in
Snowy climes
I'd rather have it freeze
It's 9pm at night here
And 102 degrees!

At least when it is cold
You can bundle up
With cloth,
But in these
Record temperatures

*only so much to
TAKE OFF!
I haven't been on site due
To the heatwave... I'm just
WIPED OUT!

Prayers and good thoughts
Would be greatly appreciated! Especially for the homeless here... thanks!
Jun 2017 · 704
My Father's Legacy
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Three children brought
Onto earth
Three children did
He rear
Three children made
From His own genes
From stardust we appeared.

From the foundation
Of our lives
He sent us to school
Possessed of his intelligence
And HE was NOT a fool

Great aptitude for reading
This is how he taught
The books my father gave me
Produced much
Higher thought

We went to places
far & wide
Hawaii was like heaven!
We went to Montreal
For Expo '67

Various religions
We were to understand
We went to see the kivas
In the native lands

We went to search
For arrowheads
We looked for
various traces
Of native habitation
Appreciating other races

He tried to teach me math
Using the flashcards
But I was into writing
So he let me be a bard

He loved the
arts & sciences
He loved agriculture
He grew up
deprived of it
So he taught us culture

We took the piano
He helped me
make a start
Writing my own music
He encouraged my art!

I'll read him this poem
We will then discuss
How he has the  
GREATEST legacy

For my dad has *US!
Happy Father's Day!

And to all the single moms out there... you're a FATHER TOO!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
The Dragon's Apprentice

When I left off in my last segment I mentioned Cricket. That's NOT her name, but none of the people in my tales of woe shall have their true names revealed (save family members).

Cricket was a flibberty-gibbet. The modern definition (and the archaic) are applicable. She was flighty. And an irresponsible gossip. But more than that, the girl was evil. A "fly by the gibbet" feasting on the rotting corpses of the convicts slain there. I don't believe she *meant
to be evil. She was (and is) an irresponsible person. She's a gypsy who lives life by the seat of her pants. She was a crack ******* addict. She was one of my suppliers later on in my life. But more on that later. Right now I'm going to tell you the dynamic of our relationship.

Her father and mother (and sister) targeted her sexually. She was a "problem child". So she moved in with us. She was 2 years younger than I. I was 13 when she moved in. We got along fine... at first. But I was an overweight teen. Not terribly attractive. After I lost the weight, due to illness, she became extremely jealous. We'd have terrible rows, some even physical fights. She'd "borrow" my clothing, and appropriate it. When I'd demand it back, she'd "somehow" stain it, or put holes in it. She'd tell her friends (especially male friends) awful things about me. But her worst attribute was her penchant for drugs. She was my supplier even back then. My mom has yet to forgive her for this, and her wayward ****** ways, which influenced me as well.

I'll never forget one incident. She brought home a couple of good lookin guys, a 1/2 ounce of very potent marijuana, and a brownie mix. Yup. She talked me into letting her make Alice B Tokeless brownies in my parent's home! I was afraid of the repercussions if my parents found out (though, quite honestly, the ethics of doing such a thing eluded me). But Cricket and her friends talked me into it. So the brownies were made. The whole house was permeated with the smell of baking chocolate & ***!

We each ate
one brownie, and were so high we got lost on a hike around the neighborhood! I lived on an old ranch in the desert. The Tucson Mountain foothills. Anyway, we were good n ******! Well. We returned to find my brother and his little friend had returned from hiking, also... and had eaten half the pan!

This may, on the face of it, seem humorous. But it was not! Those two little boys were high for three days! They were obliterated!

Now, granted, i didn't know my brother & his friend were home. I thought they'd gone to his friend's house. But, NO! They'd just gone on a hike and were nowhere in evidence when the brownies were made. But I got in SO much trouble! Cricket did, too, but because SHE was YOUNGER the brunt of the punishment was on me.

And that pretty much sums up our whole relationship. I was the cat's-paw. A role I was to carry on well into my adult life.

There's more on Cricket in my next segment. But I want to introduce another character in my comedic tragedy of errors also. Another girl who I will term
PILL**...


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/17/2017
Sorry I haven't been around. Had a friend come in from out of town. I'll be reading a bit tonight, and will concentrate on doing the same tomorrow. But I HAD to write this. I want to conclude chapter 1 so my friend can read it. Thanks for understanding!
Jun 2017 · 590
teardrops
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
°

0
are
like a
drop of
rain on a
window
°°

°

or
like
Jesus's
free grace
which falls
in silence
°°°°°


SøułSurvivør
(C)6/15/2017
Jun 2017 · 945
erratic
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
i write when i should read
read when    it's not right  
go down  repost rabbit holes
until i lose my sight  
my muse   is in a   tizzy
my body always busy          
i listen to Thin Lizzy
until i lose my mind        
my prayers    just hit
the rafters
my happy ever afters    
are taken by          
the grifters
i relate to     drifters              
I'm really in a  bind          
please forgive my scheming
I feel like i'm    

dreaming

but this silly   rambling    

is

all          
that  

i                      
could        



find            



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/15/2017
I know I'm erratic.
I really can't help it.
My mind & body aren't
Cooperating  with my spirit.
I find i write
really late at night
Then I'm in a fog
the next day

HELP!
Jun 2017 · 442
Read My Lips
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Here I am
A waiting story
Yes, i am
An open book
I spin a tale of
Conquest, glory
I wait for you to
Take a look

I'll take you
Through your fantasies
My storyline will
Make you sigh
See my green
And velvet boudoir
Shine in my
Come hither eyes

Here I sit
My arms are open
And my long
Legs are never crossed
But you can't read
Though I have spoken
I give my hair
A little toss...

[chorus]
Read my mind
It's in plain English
Read my palms
They are in Braille
Read My subtle
Body language
Read my lips
They tell a tale


I wore a low-cut
Line this evening
The perfumed letters
That you like
I'm the open book
Who whispers
To your wandering
Eyes tonight

[chorus]

Oh, NO!
You've seen
Another volume!
Got a storyline that's
Good 'n short!
She's got a better
Lookin' cover,
But inside's a
Bad report!

BRIDGE:

Here I am,
And I'm in anguish
You can't read my
Body language
C'mon! Learn what
You can find
If you read

between the lines*


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/13/2017
Something I'm working on
It's not completed.

Any constructive feedback
Would be welcome.
Jun 2017 · 1.1k
The Label & The Box
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
This spoken word.
I want to talk.
Folks'll put you
In a box.
It has six sides.
There's lots in stock.
Works just like a
Broken clock.
It fits in life
Two times a day.
Once the cradle.
Once the grave.
Then they'll fix
A label, TOO.
Once it's on it

STICKS LIKE GLUE.

There's a man
Down on the street.
Not someone you'd
Want to meet.
Drinks his meals
So he won't eat.
Shuffles 'round
Sits on the curb.
He's a "mumbler".
He's "disturbed".
Talks to self
Because he's shunned.
Got a label...

He's a ***.

There's a woman
Has no phone.
Has twenty cats
'Coz she's alone.
She talks to them
When in the mood.
She's so poor
She eats their food.
Yup. She has an
Attitude.
Has no husband
Who'd get paid.
On HER there are
Labels laid...

She's a SPINSTER.
An OLD MAID
.

There's a teen
Who is arrested.
He's a menace.
It's attested.
Nope. He's not
Very nice.
He is into drugs & vice.
Is this "DELINQUENT"
Past retrieval?
Is he past knowing
'Coz he's evil?

Tie die. Peace sign.
Kinda trippy.
He's a "LONGHAIR"
He's a "HIPPIE"
.

Is she lovely?
Or "STUCK UP"
He's a "DOG"
The laughter's ****.

[chorus]
They aren't "NORMAL".
They're "unstable".
Slap 'em with a
POST-IT LABEL.


There's a girl
Who eats her pain.
Downs her food
Unrestrained.
She's bulimic
So she's "CRAZY"
She may be "FAT"
So she is "LAZY"
Another on the
"crazy" list...
His anger's inward,
He's depressed.
He may drink
So he's a "******".
Here's another label...

"LOSER"

Then there's the boy
Who lashes out.
Beats kids up.
He's a lout.
He is wild and
He is wooly.
He is labeled as a
"BULLY".
There's another
Kid who's shy.
So he gets the
Blackened eye.
He is "sraight"
He don't get high.
Nose in book,
He goes unheard.
What's his label?

He's a "NERD".

[chorus]


There's a one
We ALL know's BAD.
She was *****
By her own dad.
At age thirteen
She's "knocked up".
We ALL know her...

She's a "****"
.

There's a man
Who wears tattoos.
Labels he will never lose.
"WHITE TRASH" 'cuz
He owns a bike.
She likes women.
She's a "****".
She smokes fatties
So she's a "stoner"
He's just "weird"
'Coz he's a loner.
He loves men,
So he's a "***"
She loves him
So she's a "hag"
How'd YOU like
That odious tag?
Let's all do
The Label Rag!
Don't it make the
Tongues just wag?
It's enough to
MAKE YA GAG.

[chorus]


Tribal nation?
I'll be brief.
He's an "Indian"
Call him "Chief"
Does it make
White egos bigger
To call a black man
"BOY" or ******"?
Is that wisdom
Do ya figger?
Whatcha think
THAT'S gonna trigger?
Will the term "*****"
Do the trick?
How 'bout "******"?
How 'bout "****"?
How 'bout "****"?
That ***** Jew.
Well.
Let's take a look at YOU.

Look in the mirror.
The view is free.
Look in there!
What do you see?
Do you see yourself...

Or ME?

Is there smoke?
Are you deceived?
What's th label
You've received?


Look out dere!
HERE COME DA JUDGE!

10 feet tall & has a
GRUDGE!
And since we're getting
Really formal
Got another label.
NORMAL.
You judge someone
With capital blocks
Cuz you can't read
A CEREAL BOX?
Is prejudice the
Meal you eat?
Label on that
And it ain't WHEAT.

[chorus]


Yes. I'm white.
And I am sixty.
I ain't young. I ain't ****.
But I'm a POET
I can TALK.
I have been
Around th block.
You don't like it
You can WALK.
YOU WON'T PUT
ME IN A BOX.
I wasn't a "******".
I wasn't a "tweeker".
Was a "CRACKHEAD".
A ******* seeker.
Finally got it in my head.
There's another label.

That is DEAD.

Yeah. I'm a Christian.
"Jesus Freak"
I'm not ashamed
Because I seek!
Believe'n sure don't
Make me WEAK.

I'M DONE WITH
THE DISSIN' AND
THE TRASHIN'!
Got a concept called

COMPASSION!

Yeah. I know it's
Not in fashion...
But this no joke.
It's not a GAME.
I got a label...

It's my NAME.

I got another
Worth the seeing.
Another "label"...

HUMAN BEING.

Yeah. I'll preach.
I'm gonna shout.

My name is

CATHERINE.

Over. OUT.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/13/2017
Been up all night
Writing this.

Got to get some
Shut-eye...

See you all later.

♡♡ LUV YA! ♡♡
Jun 2017 · 704
blossom
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
~~<♡>~~

a blossom falls
it has lasted until winter
so has blessed many

~~<♡>~~

in loving memory of
LENA MUNRO
July 1917 ~ June 2017


~~<♡>~~
My brother-in-law's mom
She would have been
100 years old next month

He appreciates haiku
So I thought this appropriate

Lena was
A beautiful lady
May she Rest in Peace
Jun 2017 · 505
as rain on barren soil
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
/\    ○   °  ○
'
    ○°    ()   °○
()       °○
                 /\
     °○      
~~~~~~~~~~~

no fruit to bear
no seed to spring
no animal
no living thing
no blade of grass
no hand to toil
no rain can last

on barren soil


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2017
Thanks to rivers for inspiration!
Jun 2017 · 1.2k
Desert Bird Morning
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
>¡<
       ^¡^

            ^¡^
>¡<

Mourning doves
        lament the dawn
The air is filled
           with clucking song
Mockingbirds
        sing sweet and high
Pigeons reach
                  to touch the sky
Gamble Quail
             swoop low to ground
Cactus wrens
         make chuckling sounds
Desert Thrashers
                go "tsk, tsk, TSK!"
Flickers pound
                  the satellite discs
Feathered finches
          search the stones
Light as clouds
                  with hollow bones
I wake up
           to symphonic calls

Desert birds...

                   I love them ALL!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2016
Sitting outside I love to watch
and listen to my neighborhood
buddies. They ROCK!

There's GOT to be a God to
               make such creatures!
Jun 2017 · 631
hands
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
smooth or rugged
strong or frail
fist or caressing
brown or pale

long of finger
open or clubbed
wrinkled parchment
child's chub

Mona Lisa
calm and coy
Captain Hook
girl or boy

remember how
his love attracts?
touching with
his finger backs?

hands with nails
lacquered red
tell him that
it's time for

bed

what could ever
be so grand?
as a tender

loving

HAND



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2017
Hands are beautiful.
I've always loved drawing them,
even though it's difficult.
I especially love the hands
of the elderly.
Jun 2017 · 401
The Way
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Based on Wordvango's poem
By the same name

Along a rugged
slippery path
We hike or crawl
with crooked staff
We are blind within
the maze
But find the music
phrase by phrase

Through the muck
and spider's lair
Webs that look like
angel's hair
We search, each of
his own accord
For the strum
of the Lost Chord

We all know
the song to sing
Devil's tail or
angel's wing
Tho on The Way
there is no light
Sometimes hearing's

OUR ONLY SIGHT.
Thanks to Wordvango
For the inspiration! ♡
Jun 2017 · 2.0k
To Find a Home
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
The man walked, shuffled,
Through blisters & sores.
His shopping cart stutters
Past the laden stores.
He's lost his mind
On rocky shores
He had hopes and
Dreams galore
Now he can't find them
Anymore.

In the land o' plenty
The woman lives hard.
Barely feeding her kids
With a food-stamp card.

The soldier lost limbs,
Now he's alone.
He is "housed"
But has no home.

[chorus]

We know the rhyme.
We know the riddle.
But they still get caught
In the middle.

Caught in the cracks
The streets for some.
Cement & sky
Is not a HOME.


Emily sits upon the stoop.
Goes to kitchens to get soup.

Michael lives.
He breathes.
He talks.
But he sleeps
In a cardboard box.

[chorus]

They're called vagrants.
They're called bums.
Labels they can't overcome.

Like wooden ships
Their only sea
Is in a bottle
They can't break free
Where's your HEART, society?
Where's your SOUL?

Your EMPATHY?

BRIDGE:
We must repent.
We must atone.
We ALL are guilty
To the bone.
We must help them

FIND A HOME.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/8/2017
Inspired by my reading.
I'm just writing it so it doesn't
"Go away"... I'm sure you can relate!
Jun 2017 · 1.0k
The words are singing...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
... under my skin
High tension wires
They crackle, singeing
The hairs on my arms and
Burning roadmaps
On my throat and belly

The words are singing...

... an acappella high note
Searing the eardrums
Breaking the crystal
While the rose lies
wet on the table

Fragments spark the
Ionosphere
Hanging to rival the
Aurora Borialis

The words are singing...

Their siren song
I wreck on the rocks
I tear the page with

rudderless penmanship

The words are singing...

And they skitter off
The page like

lizards


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/8/2017
Jun 2017 · 999
seahorse
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
~~<○>~~

clouds are ocean foam
seahorse winks at me coyly
with one moonlit eye


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/7/2017
I saw this just now!
The clouds made a seahorse
Over the moon!
Jun 2017 · 448
Lost Poetry
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I found a little poem
In the back drawer
of my soul
It was a fire opal
In a bezel of fine gold

I fashioned a lanyard
Of scarlet ribbon found
But I didn't see...
The knot broke free!
My poem was
on the ground!

I searched in
every corner
My fingers raked
the stones...
But I finally
Gave up the search
Due to my
Aching bones

Yes, i lost my
little poem
In the backyard
Of my mind.
I guess I will just
Leave it there

for someone else to find!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/7/2017
Going through the doldrums.
If someone finds my muse,
Have a great time, but be sure
To return him! (Yep... a male!)
Jun 2017 · 841
cactus roses
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
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devoid
of God's
waters
the cactus rose blooms.
it's beautiful offerings of
translucent colors
bring more than
admiration to
the hearts of
men who know their
tale. they water the

*cactus roses with
their tears
The strength and tenacity of
Cacti constantly amazes me.
They thrive in the most
Adverse conditions.
It seems God has abandoned
Them, yet they shout for JOY!
Their blossoms can be some
Of the most beautiful in the world!

Inspired by the poetry of
Weeping Willow
Jun 2017 · 214
Go ahead!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
~~~

Go ahead and scream, babe!
Silence is indicative of death.



[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/6/2017
A comment I made
to a fellow poet.
She said she just has to
scream sometimes.
Jun 2017 · 369
Leather Bell
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Living in a gong of hide
The stricken pulses
Beat inside.

Leather bell.
The clapper's pain.
Kingdoms bow
Within its reign.

Leather bell.
Oh, how it tolls.
Telling you you're getting old.

Leather bell.
The clapper's pain.
It WILL toll...

... again...

... AGAIN.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/6/

I can't stay on line to read anymore.
My body's been very insistent upon
sleep lately.

I have such a backlog of reading
I despair of EVER catching up!
Please forgive me...

☆♡ I LOVE YOU ALL! ♡☆
Jun 2017 · 521
ghost writer
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
read at your own peril!
the
loathsome
howl of whipping
wind in the rafters and
the eaves. the presence of
an evil force blowing poison
leaves.       an unholy     unction
which         makes the     evil come
the poet      picks up his    vile pen
the haunting had begun. he dips
his quill into the ink, the voice
tells what to write. he obeys its
cruel commands into the dead of
night. owls call loudly, witches
scream, banshees whail their    
woes! the tortured writer        
cannot stop! on and on it
            goes! finally in a dawning
hour, the poet slumps to
desk. the evil has lost all  
control, but the writer      
breathes his last. the        
work he finally
      finished? t'was
      such a tale of
woe. and the
modern writer    
of the book
signed it
          Edgar
     Allen
Poe
°°°
°°
°
°


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/3/2017
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Enter the Dragon

I didn't start with my addiction until I was 13. It was at that point that I found alcohol. "Demon ***". And a terrible scourge it was for a majority of my life.

I want to preface this next segment by saying that I love my father dearly. He is now sober and has been many decades. But at the time my story is being told, he was an alcoholic. Of the first water. A "responsible" drunk. He held down a job. A job he hated. And so he ran away from life when he could. And both my parents liked to throw parties. There were always mixed drinks. Martinis. *Lots of them
. After a few my father could no longer maintain. He couldn't mix the drinks. So guess who was recruited as bartender? You got it. And I began to imbibe in my own creations as I had to "test" the taste. They were good, alright. And my customers got plowed! I would have also, but God had His hand on me, even then. I somehow knew better. I got tipsey. But my REAL alcoholic behavior would come later. At that point I began raiding my father's liquor cabinet. The drugs came later, too...

... enter a little girl named CRICKET.**


SøułSurvivør
6/3/2017
One martini, two martini, tee martooni, four... on the FLOOR!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
It's stupid! You can only see one line at a time! C'mon Elliot! you are stifling creativity!

Catherine
This STINKS!
Jun 2017 · 422
Venturing Into Art
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I'm trying a new endeavor
Venturing into art.
I want to try
my hand at this.
Just to have a lark.

I am a visual artist.
As most of you know
And I think I can help
With books they wish to show.

There's a poet friend
who wants me
To illustrate a book.
I'm working on this project
And must admit I'm hooked!

If there's any poet friend
Who would like my art
I'm willing to
work with them
We'll talk about the part

I could play in their poetry
I'll do it from my HEART!

♡ Catherine
Let me know on the
Site message system
If you need a book
Cover or any other
Illustration. I'm a
Professional and
Will do an excellent
Job in any medium
Or style. I've been a
Cartoonist and fine
Artist for 45 years.

Thanks! ♡♡♡
Jun 2017 · 766
uP alL nIgGt
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
When the words
All run together
And the apostrophes
Look tired.
When the asterisks
Are snowflakes
And your work is
Uninspired
It's time to gather
Up your kit
& time to rest
Your head
When you see
The page begin
To peel...

it's time to go to bed!


G'night all!
I've been up all night...
Jun 2017 · 307
galactical humor
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
|


A single star hung in the sky.
Where's the rope?
[10W]

20 more poems and I'll
Have written 1500 on this site!
**-yah!
Jun 2017 · 315
malleable
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
~~~

poetry can sculpt the mind
what shapes minds

*shapes worlds
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
... on the face of things the
world seems very solid
and real. But let's take a
closer look at that...

Even osmium, the densest
known solid, is only made
up of atoms. Neutrons and
electrons...

These subatomic particles
have space around them.
Even neutrinos have space
around them!

What is this *SPACE?
GOD?


~~~~~

Part I of many...
Jun 2017 · 532
Anatomical Poetry
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Every letter we write
is a muscle. Every syllable
a bone. Every word a
vital *****. Every sentence
a sinew. Every paragraph
or stanza a skin...

Every poem a limb.

EVERY BODY OF WORK...

*US!
Jun 2017 · 460
Eluetheromania
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
A rich bird in
a golden cage
Saw the bars
& was enraged!

She couldn't fly
up to the stars
So beat herself
against the bars!

Again! AGAIN!
For all her wealth
She could never
free herself!

She wouldn't stop!
Would not sing...
Finally, she broke a wing.

With one wing
she went berserk!
She knew her methods
didn't work...

But she upped
her frenzied tack!
Finally, she
broke her back.

She looked up
as she was dying
from the floor
where she was lying

She saw the sun
and sky sublime

the cage door...
*open the whole time.
Eluetheromania is a word
I found today... I looked
it up. It means a preoccupation or an
obsession for freedom

I just HAD to use it in a poem!
May 2017 · 2.9k
The Generous Poet
SøułSurvivør May 2017
There was a poet on HP
Who had alot of ♡
He tried to stay
     out of the fights
He kept himself apart
He had a love of poetry
He lived for his art.

Talented, he made "the grade"
As "minded" poets do
But he didn't try
     to "people please"
And so mean writes
     eschewed.
When he encountered
     "lesser lights" he didn't
     make them blue
But put ♡s on them as well
For their hearts were true.

Time went by... how it did fly!
As if given wings!
He found he had "The Daily"
(When there was
     such a thing)
He tried to READ all poets
     but could not, everything...
So he decided just to read
The small group
     within his ring.

He would NOT be purchased.
He would NOT be sold.
He was TRUE to his beliefs
Of his Faith quite bold.

Not only did he ♡
He gave "thumbs up" as well!
He reposted and was good
In fact, the man was swell!

He had a grateful following
But, as fate is wont
He couldn't keep up
     with the load...
Found his health was shot
But he tried to be a light
He tried to give folks thought.

His readership got smaller
It seemed like every day.
He still tried to be genuine
And true in every way
But nobody wanted
     him no more
He began to fade away...
Where the
     rubber hits the road
He began to PRAY.

If you don't know
     who this is,
Replace the "he" with "she"
She believes
And truly grieves

That poet would be ME.


♡ Catherine
My health isn't good anymore
my friends. I try to keep up,
but I just can't. I'll read when
I can, and promise to be
generous. Please don't be offended if I don't read as
much as I used to. Thanks!
May 2017 · 288
~~<♡>~~
SøułSurvivør May 2017
~


love never hides

it's as close as our next


HEARTBEAT


[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/28/2017
May 2017 · 304
Night Court
SøułSurvivør May 2017
Death comes a child
suckled on the breast.
A nightowl's call...
a weighted chest.

Death comes a jester.
How he cavorts!
Kings and Queens will
share his court.

They jeer his antics!
They do... for now.
But in the end

THEY ALL SHALL BOW.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/28/2017
This piece was inspired by
Woody and his poem
The slow boogie
May 2017 · 314
inconceivable
SøułSurvivør May 2017
imagine there's
a place of rest
a place of total peace
where you will never
gain a pound
no matter how you feast!

a place with no more war
a place with no more fears
a place of such perfection
it may just produce tears
a place you'll never tire of
though there 10,000 YEARS

[chorus]
where you can fly
with wings as eagles
like crystal, feathers gleam
where light pulses forever
better than a dream!

where there's a color
spectrum
limitlessly broad
where the music
can be SEEN!
do you find that odd?


imagine
liquid flowers!
trees swim in the air!
there is no more poverty
there is no despair

imagine an
ETERNITY
I wonder if you can
where we can work
TOGETHER
every woman
every man!

[chorus]

BRIDGE:
how can we imagine?
how we will applaud!
the things He made
just for us...

our kind and loving

~~<♡ GOD ♡>~~



SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/27/2017
What no eye has seen,
What no ear has heard
And what no human mind
Has conceived
The things God has prepared
For those that love Him.

1 Corinthians 2:9
May 2017 · 737
[insert title]
SøułSurvivør May 2017
This is for the times
You don't know how to feel.
The times you hurt
And there's no reason why.
The days you try your
Damndest but go
Nowhere.

H. A. L. T.

H ungry
A ngry
L onely
T ired

If you're feeling this way,

W. R. I .T. E.

W orking
R elease
I nspired
T hrough
E nlightenment

Writing about
your problems,
Gives you a mirror
to look into.

And... R. E. A. D.

R ealizing
E veryone's
A ngst
D estroys!

Some may have problems
Worse than yours. Help them.

Thank you.

♡ Catherine
Realized I've been sitting on
The pity-*** a while. I want
To get up before I have a
Ring around my *****!

Going to go talk to God
Get something  to eat,
Call a friend and apologize
Then go to bed...
In that order.

GOODNIGHT!
May 2017 · 753
Mermaids & Sirens
SøułSurvivør May 2017
Out of an arid ocean you came.
Draped in kelp and pearls.
Lush lips and Picean hips
You've been a witness to
The liquid dreams of Neptune,
The lofty spires of Atlantis,
The beaded shores of
Islands unknown,
The phosphoric teeth of
Creatures never seen.
The languid swirling
Of seahorses tantalizing
The mating of tendrils...

Your rivals recline on the
Ravaged rocks... patiently
Waiting for the frigate or
Schooner, or if lucky a
***** Man-o-War. Silent
Smiles perch on their lips...
They look to the broken
Boards and driftwood around
Their rocky abodes. The
Skeletons have sunk into
The sea...

Ahoy! A tall ship, by Poseidon!
They lift their seductive voices
To draw the sailors to the
Rocks & reefs... to no avail!

The mermaids, like dolphins,
Cavortingly draw them with
Their antics to safe harbor!

Jewels adorn their swirling
Hair, and gems their tails.
Their pear-shaped *******
Modestly covered with
Glowing seaweed & shells...

While the sirens sit naked
On the rocks.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/27/2017
SøułSurvivør May 2017
Here's a new idea!
A poem just for you...
If you're feeling worried
If you're feeling blue
Here's a little poetry
You can scratch n sniff
C'mon, my friends!
Take a coin
Then just take a whiff!
It's a lovely perfume
You can put upon
Your wrist!
C'mon, TRY!
Don't have to buy...
You need a little lift
It's an art, it's from
The HEART!
It is a free gift!
You can smell
Hilarity... c'mon!
Just scratch n sniff!

If you're feeling tired,
Your mind wracked
And grieved
It's entirely up to you
The odor you received.
It could be a
Crystal flower
It could be a musk
It could be most
Anything
That your senses
Touched...
That brought you
Great pleasure
Like a mountain
Stream...
A sense of peace
Will be released!
When you felt
Well-being!

C'mon my dearest
Poets! You know
You want to try...
You can scratch n sniff
This poem...
Now, friends,
Would I lie?

Scratch n sniff this
Silly piece...
I might have made
A gaffe :-P
But at least you
Tried it... and you

*Had a laugh!
I've been writing some pretty
Serious stuff lately... just
Want to add levity!

Life is what you make it!
Might as well LAUGH!

♡♡ BLESSINGS! ♡♡
SøułSurvivør May 2017
Dungeons and Dragons

The world of my childhood
Was so bleak as to be
Untenable. There *were
good
Times, yes. These were as
Gems set in clay. A black
Muck that oozed from the
Dungeon of despair.

I was so demonstrative
In my need for acceptance
And love the other children,
As kids do, smelled the
Blood in the water. And,
As children do, they attacked.
I was dog meat. Which
Made me all the more
Vicious toward my poor
Baby brother. Which
Made me feel more
Guilty. And so went the
Spiral of despair. Finally
I found the "cure" for
My angst. Fantasy.

I have no idea how
To even begin to tell
You about my fantasies.
I began to rock myself
To sleep at a very young
Age. A self-comforting
Action I acquired from
Babyhood. I also bounced.
On our springy couch, I'd
Rock myself back & forth
So as to bounce myself
From the back of it. I'd
Listen to music while
Doing this, and fantasize
Of being in lands beyond
My ability to describe here.
It would be too time
Consuming. But I was
Heroine of my
Daydreams. Beautiful.
Wise. Immortal. Like
One of JRR Tolkien's
Elves. I loved his books.
I devoured fantasy
Stories. And absolutely
Loved dragons.
I started drawing
Painting at a very young
Age. And the dragon was
My greatest source of
Inspiration. He was the
Catalyst which brought
The fantastic brew to life...

...and nearly destroyed me.

There's an upside to all
This, folks. The dragon is
Satan. He's the author
All addiction, pain and.
Suffering on earth.

Well. I know his secrets.
And I aim to expose them

One... by... *
ONE!*



SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/27/2017
It's now 1:00 in the morning.
I really should try to sleep.
But I needed to get some of
This stuff off my chest.

Thanks for reading and not
Judging me. I WAS a weird
Child. But I had my reasons...
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