Deafening
rapid fire blasts
Shatter
the transluscent margins of
Silence
with
Harrowed cries
gasped
Howls
echo from one side to the other
Of the heart’s vast arena
with a repeating chorus
of ruing
Pleas
Of the gone lost
Groaning for home
in frayed syllables
Grasping
at last
To a measure of hope
Possible
in a faith’s apologies
And abiding love’s
Pronounced touch
of forgiveness…
** “I am the prodigal son every time I search for
unconditional love where it cannot be found.”
Henri Nouwen: “ The Prodigal Son “
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(c) sally eslinger 2/3/2025
the ripe red elite tomato made a sweet slice
decay and mold nowhere, it truly was nice.
garden knew it was the tomato’s time to reign
fat juicy intrusive tomato worm plead insane
carrots sat by watching as silently as sheep
their alarm bells going off, but not very deep
garden crone came by and cast a freshness spell
you decide if she is a witch, for you know her well
inside her trunk was her cat familiar, a ready alarm
ripe and eager to pound her paw and use a charm
I found myself too scared to take another peek or drink
sweat poured out of my hair holes; my face was pink.
on the tree trunk fence a master gardener’s chart
next to it sat a rhubarb pie, that is close to my heart.
do not put me into the trash barrel the tomato worm plead.
you are in a scrape I replied, for I want you dead.
When prayers turn to pleas couched in a veil,
And pujas, covert pleas for His pardon,
When Bandagis beg— a bargain for a bail,
Worships aim for a vaunted place in sun;
When sacrifices seek choicest of fruits,
Charities search for a place in heaven,
Gifts get given to gain matching return,
Pilgrimage a pass-time, no search for roots.
Bless me Lord still, let my hopes breathe alive,
I pray thee that in peaceful sleep I rest—
Assured in luxury-laden a nest,
I pray that honey sweeten my beehive,
And as ye keep well-supplied my huge store,
I swear to love thee, if so, all the more.
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This sonnet is sung rather tongue-in-cheek and is a light satire on prayers that be veiled pleas for wanting something or the other and are not rendered as thanks-giving to God, as all prayers should be.
Sonnets | 17.11.08 |
Devotion Poem. MY PLEAS
(For Jim) ***
I’ll call out for you
All the enchanted,
The splendors
all usually
unwitnessed by
the average day’s
Noticed sights and
The sweeter songs
blue butterflies
hear, and which
sound unto
Composers’ ears days
before they’re
written.
I’ll plead colors of joy
encircle you like a
Future-come more
Than this present
noon…
A future drawing of itself
Reborn, with you
A Phoenix rising
On the dawn of peace.
This is a poem that has no end…
and as I wait, will please find none.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/7/21
The cry of the dead
the wail of those gone
unheeded by the uncaring living
who dully carry on
Are their pleas any different
from the screams of those unborn
aborted by the uncaring living
who dully carry on
perhaps
i'm asking
for a poor
favor from
you but want
to add to what
i'm saying that
i know you
could but
would you
if i say
please
por
favor
House Speaker, Nancy Pelosi
Her pleas please Democrats' hearts, pure poesy
Collusion, Obstruction -- Beseechment
Pig-headed President's Impeachment
Like a child trying to stand, to be a poet
One needs a vocabulary to rise!
There are words I don't care about
Others, that just don't dance.
Words that absent of meaning!
I desire, only words so passionate,
They raise souls to the ceiling.
Words that bring on buckets of tears or
Conversely my biggest fears.
Especially ...those that make my heart go:
Bumperty- bump, bumpety bump.
Words that are anything but dead!
Words that move people to act!
I struggle with the snacks of grand imagery.
Trying to be cute~ is just not my suite.
Oh, my muse, free me to be real!
No prize should I wish!
Just bless me to touch the soul of another!
Whisper to me please, the magical words to
utter!
Panagiota Romios
4/21/ 2019
11:08am PST
Prayer-pleas of best wishes’ are requests of my earnest heart...
May You, my dear Lord, grant, as for Your sake I do my utmost part
Becoming a blessing to others by the grace and mercy You impart
While in Your perfect will* I abide, thru Your strength – never to depart!
Enable me, my God, to love with Your compassion zeal...
Guard my soul against selfishness of arrogance-appeal
Pardon my hypocrisy in the guise of servanthood’s deal
Keep me submissive to Your control while in sincerity I kneel.
I beseech likewise for a praise-driven spirit, gratefully triumphant...
Led by Your wisdom along Your truth that can free the ignorant
For me to teach what’s right midst the scripturally vigilant
Sharing the faith that honours You ... worshipfully jubilant!
*Romans 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
October 26, 2018
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 140" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 11/27/2018.
An elitism set awhirl like a spinning top
Buoyed in hypocritical double standards and flimsy hoax
A nuisance that seems to never stop
And the world Is stage staggering in its hazards and coax
In constrained selective sympathy and nuance
As the pressed lurk in their solemn withering plight
And the hashtags and social media rage made no functional relevance
Whiles sentiments and selective sympathies fade overnight
Accompanied by lukewarm solidarity as it always been
Yet blood thirsty fanatics hide behind elitism to perpetrate unbelievable crimes
Fuelled by greed and damned ideologies obscene
And the aftermath,A cacophony of unheard bestrewn voices too sublime for a shift in paradigm
And they cry in the dirt and dust yet we care less
So they live to die another day in their darkness and hopeless distress
No chances to rue if wisdom prevailed
When bad blood to your head went
Alongside public approbation that hailed
The demise of goodwill lent and meant.
No early exit six feet under
Had horse sense hovered
Nearby to ensure blunders didn’t plunder
Golden opportunities that had your best bet covered.
No tears to shed, no fears spread
When at the right time wrong button you pressed
To play to the gallery as you sprayed rays of expiration on your bed
In a mood that left both of us depressed, oppressed and suppressed.
No rewarding return to learn, no honour to earn
Amid somber sorrow sown and grown in a row
Elongated and extended within an oblong urn
Cos two tendrils turned down a chance to grow.
Wander only, to know loyalty
Exceptions made, only when suitable
Friends preferred, to a claimed "love"
An agreement, reliant on incentive.
Awaiting completion, to go unnoticed
A stair ahead, never looking back
Interest lost, through individualism
Conversations exhaustive, kisses dutiful.
Interactions, emotively devoid
Restraint exercised, a week to conquer
Erratic moods, an excuse to behold
A trapped hand, pushing for release.
Pleas to voice, answered with time
A dream promised, only to be forgotten.
J-ust let the cold chill fade,
E-venfall is already gone;
R-ainy night has passed by,
R-ising sun meets the dawn.
I-t's a beautiful Friday,
C-oal clouds don't gather;
A-nother morn starts to break, a sign of a fine weather.
E-arly light from above
L-ets the haze disappear;
A-fter shrouding the air,
M-ist is becoming clear.
P-roblems, trials, and pain
A-re part of our daily life;
R-eload with will to win
O-ver the sorrow and strife.
A-im so high without fear,
B-ring down the doubt;
A-llow your faith to fix things,
L-et the Lord bail you out.
O-n twenty-sixth day, the Lord has kept His promise;
S-econd month of the year, God hears all your pleas.
G-et up early in the morning,
E-xpressing my warm wishes;
R-ed rays in the blue sky
A-llows you to feel the happiness.
L-onely twilight is over, as the new dawn is breaking,
D-arkness has disappeared into the shadows of the evening.
G-reat day has made you smile
O-n thirtieth of January;
N-ew delight dances with joy,
Z-est, excitement, and glee.
A-s you enjoy the moment,
L-et your spirits be lifted high;
E-levate your faith and hope,
S-o your pleas He won't deny.
Lamentations, Pleas Of A Desperate Man
Give me fire so I may warm my bones,
hold me steady to stop my bleeding.
There is a cry in my begging tones,
and deepest pain laced in my pleading!
Has not the angry sky beat me down?
Earth holds my spirit in disregard.
Am I not now a broken, crying clown?
A joker on a torn and stained card!
Let the night eat my foolish pride,
beat me until I wail and then moan.
Drown me in a stormy ocean tide,
let my sins cry out and be shown!
O' God! Hear this fool's saddened plea's,
I bow to your judgment from above.
A rascal fallen down upon bended knees,
Fill this soul with life and your love!
Robert J. Lindley , 07-24-2015
Note--Once long ago, I know a man that uttered that plea.
As sure as water is wet, HE that heard,
gifted his Holy word....
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