P.S. I Love You Poems of P.S. Colley

Who whispers hushed as rivers rush  to roar a storm tumultuous commanding torrents that forever must  pelt the Earth, then dry to dust?   From Eden's garden came beauty born out of the wilderness,  From Adam's rib came Eve born out of man's loneliness, From heaven's canopy came the Word born out of galaxies of starlight, From the unnumbered souls came those numbered, born out of the Christ-like  Intent to yearn for His grace, an embrace effulgent, Intent to spurn the chains of death's entrapment, Intent to earn right to be born again pure and just, Intent to learn lessons that rise from deathly dust,  out of the maze of a lone rib's curious quest,  out of the cage of life's fleeting sallow flesh,  out of the shade of sin's shadowed manifestations,  out of the raging darkness towards more glorious destinations. Where Elohim awaits to greet each precious child again, to meet His gentle command, by plan defined, "All are mine...

In bed, my love, words once confessed that ached beyond my ears to rest upon my soul, "I need a strong woman." As sleepless hours wake to long with loneliness, they prey upon me, steal my rest,           as I remember, "I need a strong woman." As endless hours wind and wine is shared with none, and evenings drag without the one I love, I hear, "I need a strong woman." In farce, a laugh, a smile may pass, lest they know my helpless task, to exist for your words, "I need a strong woman." How I hate those days spent to spend a day, hearing those words that forever play upon my mind, "I need a strong woman." Oh God, when the night mocks brave and bold, I feel my blood run icy cold with those words, "I need a strong woman." Love, to you, I feign each fleeting moment, lest you discover my secret torment in your words, "I need a strong woman." ~ P.S. Colley~ Winter 1974  

  One who has aspirations  to be nothing but a king, a queen, or anything that puts one above another, be it a beautiful sister or a courageous brother, destroys peace destroys unity, destroys freedom for all, destroys beauty and all souls that wallow in their fall. Aspirations should uplift. Aspirations should inspire, Giving life to live each gift With each fervent desire for peace, for unity, for freedom for all, for love of beauty and all souls that  rise above their fall. For aspirations that control, aspirations that are cruel, give strife to life with each wanton willful rule. Harm others who have  aspirations to be nothing more than themselves, graciously accepted, unapologetically connected for peace,  for unity, for freedom for all, for love of beauty from all souls that rise above their fall. ~ P.S. Colley~      

  Tracker Head bowed and back bow-bent,  He follows smells so slight, some scarce and dainty scent Until defined, the imprint of time's tiniest creature. No feature, save leaves and mud trail rent by forest floor foraging. Mere meager mouse teasing hungry hoot owls. Onward tracker tracks toward bigger, braver game, Sniffing stillness, staleness, stained moist moss,  Until denied, the impish imprint of time's timidest creature. No feature, save hoof hole and white tail flight flagging fright bounding. Freckled forest fawn fleeing strange shadow sounds. Onward tracker tracks toward bigger, braver game, Snooping holes and haunting territorial tree lines, Until designed, the imprint of time's tamest creature. No feature, save padded paw print and claw bent on twilight twig breaking. Howling hope's hound hunting his missing master. Onward tracker tracks toward bigger, braver game, Sensing seasons sheered by bark scratch shavings, Until defied, the imprint of time's tough...

 Lonely                                                                                      L isten as                                                                                           O ne more                                                                   ...

Hidden in clouds adrift On whisper's floating skies, Voices shining melodic Beckon the still, "Arise". Echoes rumble sweetness, Swelling joy, now sung, Songs last beyond with meekness, Melt hearts through decades long. With messages of hope, Serenading they bring Choirs of light, draped in white. Hear heavenly angels sing: "We sing our angel praises To thee, most holy one Who walks alone, held by man, Held by moon, held by Son." "Thou art chosen divine To begin life's ticking clock hands, To bring forth all mankind, Swaddling fate in thy holy hands." "For Eden's fruits are thine To tend, to even swift partake, To teach, tutored by time." "But beware! Dare not forsake Fate's roles and destinies As men rise, as men fall. As women wait within pain's test For babes born to be torn for all."  ~P.S. Colley~  

One day all knees will kneel to pray  slow-bowed low at glory's alter. and each beseech a sweet, heavenly mercy, beyond where all men falter through unforgiven days lived sinfully long  within throngs of sad selfish minds,    none find still sleep peace, unafraid, beyond cruel death's unkind. One day when men, are no more kin,  and seek as a united one, that joyous day when all as one  are embraced by the perfect Son, to heal minds worn-torn, beguiled in err,  reborn in compassion's tender repair. Rejoice the day His mortal mission life  gives each this blessed find: one day united, an eternal life shines pure  shines sacred  shines divine.                    ~P.S. Colley~  

  Pain drop A raindrop dripped upon my head And trickled down my nose. My mom mistook it for a tear, Her sympathy arose. "Poor child", she cried. "What pains you so?" "Please tell your worried mother." Before I could reply a word She ran to get my father. "Poor child", he cried. "What pains you so?" "'Tis strife, or life, or bother?" Before I could reply a word He ran to get the doctor. "Poor child," he cried. "What pains you so?" "Here, let me take a look." Before I could reply a word He opened up his book. "Poor child," it read, "If pain persists" "Then quickly go to bed." So here I lie and wonder why Rain dripped upon my head. Poor child am I, What pains me so? Why is life so complex? Who'd have thought a simple drop of rain Could create such a mess? ~ P.S. Colley~

                                                                Artwork by T. Byron Kelly, River of Swans                                                                                                                                                               Tandem Swans          Sunlit smoke upon an unstirred, tranquil water, two toge...

   Stream of Thought Swift the stream of thought that flows meandering through man-maze of rows beneath silent, tree-lined shorelines. As ears of others listen, absorb, some hear, some ignore, thoughts flow past shores To lash on boulders of momentary resistance, bound beyond with proud persistence through monumental, hostile obstacles like uncaring, illiteracy, craftiness, some weary, some fear. Thoughts flow, nonetheless. 'til white the wave of wet that washes, silvery sparkles, strikes and lashes with ecstatic, energetic enthusiasm. Fresh, vibrant, clear, alive, some excite, some delight. Thoughts flow and thrive. Dare dam the stream of thought that flows And it swells and builds, explodes to rove Unleashed, untamed, uninhibited. Like streams thoughts weave about man's notions, some elude, some improve. Thoughts flow towards oceans. ~P.S. Colley~

                                                                   Lies L ove i sn't e nergy   s pent carelessly                                              L iving                                               i gnorant,                                              e ffortless                            ...

 Last Chance      Give out,     Give in,      no time left       to spend. I could cry but....      I don't.          I won't            give in            to them,                    to whom they                        cry for me                        to be.             For if I did,           I could not live              another moment                  without wondering....                     Could I have lived                 ...

 Just Because Just because one may treat another as their servant, One need not behave with neither self-righteousness,  nor an attitude of bitter servitude. For as one kneels at another's unwashed feet, meeting need for sanctification's kind washing, one behaves with compassion. one behaves with humility. Just because the rain falls slim on some, drowning others, one need not proclaim that any should refrain  from behaving as loving sisters and brothers. For rain falls wise in both drizzle and pouring cloudburst,          meeting need with both a gentle and forgiving wash from one who behaves with justice, one who behaves with mercy. For Elohim gives to all a cleansing love for Jehovah's mercy to freely flow for one another. for the sons of sisters. for the daughters of brothers, for all eternal others,  forever embracing as one in infinite forgiveness. ~P.S. Colley

      Mother Earth    Mother Earth May bare feet rest cool in pooled puddles of spring born of raindrop's congregation that with elation sings of creatures on wing and every quiet crawling thing that walks in awe of a breath-taking beauty that she brings. For she is everything and anything dripping goodness of earth, born of each dire desire for a more joyous mirth, worn weary by torn journeys of life's defiant birth that brings forth tomorrow's promise of a hallowed, holier worth.  For none can neither replace, nor can one deny, her rising breath rush across a clouded moonlit sky, her wishful waves that swish resistant sands aside to rip into a thrashing, soulful crashing tide, left lonely as foam, slowly sinking damp to dry. Never will one forget each stillest memory of her touch brushing influence over humanity, with a song singing strong her perfected sanity through a past, a present, a future, longing for eternity. ~P.S. Colley~