oasisThe Tiny Raft

"A drop in the bucket becomes an ocean in time.

hourglass sands / deserts ebb too
oasis its hands / forever elude

Below is a small collection of my poetry
titled "The Tiny Raft"
/ ~Peat" - Hop aboard

Simply Food For Thought Hourglass Sands Lip To Lore The Affinity Inn
Poem For Sale Junebugs Three Skyys The Limit Concrete Canyons
Roses Once Dead 60 Phrases by Peat Copyright Answers From God

Last update 5/22/2013

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Simply Food for Thought

What if young Ms Nightingale,
Had a copyrighted song?
Would it mean we’d not be allowed,
To simply sing along?

What if old man Webster,
Had a copyrighted book?
Would each word now be heard,
Simply with our looks?

What if God misplaced His key,
To Heaven’s pearly door?

Would now it mean we'd pray for Him,
Or instead for simply more?

~Peat

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waterdrop at peak

Hourglass Sands

Adrift in debris time washes aground,
Message in a bottle praying it's found.

Riptide sands erode the short day,
Reminding us all to mend our ill ways.

Verse is akin to hourglass sand,
A vessel of truth its spark to be fanned.

Fate rules the day in times high court,
Quenching its thirst for our next new port.

Shifting tides shape our sandbars within,
Not a mirage but a new day to begin.

Day of new dawn thwarts napping haze,
Casting new light on mysterious ways.

Tides rushing out reveal courage within,
Safe harbor in truth is to harbor no sin.

Riptide sands to lay where they may,
Hourglass sands to dawn the new day.

~Peat


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Day of New Dawn

The forget me knot is a knot the Lord tithes well... ~Peat

 

 

Lip To Lore - (the Treasure of Today)

We wet our lips at the fountain of youth,
An endless thirst for a quenchless truth.

By the sparkle of its coin it’s clear to see,
The treasure of today will always be.

Dreams of perfection don't fade away,
And with you in my life it's here today.

Now the fountain of youth is life itself,
Dreams fulfilled define our wealth.

Treasure of today for tomorrow to see,
Blossoms on a branch of our family tree.

So quench life's thirst my loving child,
May your dreams come true in epic style.

~Peat
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The Affinity Inn

Indigent in morale,
The viceroy of lust.

Avarice in desire,
No affinity for trust.

Boisterous in voice,
With bragging a must.

Facetious in verse,
Once morning till dusk.

Wanton in manner,
Life seemed a bust.

Travailed in addiction,
Soul but a crust.

Ignoble in character,
The hypnotic white dust.

~Peat

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old self portrait

 

Poem For Sale - (Inquire Within)

Poem for sale,
I need a fix,
Poem for sale,
I don’t do tricks.

Poem for sale,
I need a drink,
Poem for sale,
It's not what you think.

Poem for sale,
I need a joint,
Poem for sale,
You don’t get the point.

Poem for sale,
I need to get high,
Poem for sale,
The question was why.

~Peat

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Junebugs

Like junebugs to a flame,
The crack whore scores,
Gideon’s Bible tucked tight,
As she preys for more.

The heightened fear,
Is it fight or flight,
Her saltless tear,
In the endless night.

Giving up won’t do,
In her hour of need,
Blame it on those,
With their lust and greed.

Catch her if you can,
For we all fall down,
Keep her if you can,
From the cold cold ground.

~Peat

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Three Skyys the Limit

Hung-over and hungry,
I caught the last flight,
Three Skyys the limit,
'Twas Halloween night.

Liftoff for the heavens,
That’s as close as I'd get,
Just dining on pretzels,
While stuck on a jet.

I made Mitch’s gold list,
But nodded off twice,
Three Skyys the limit,
Was the roll of his dice.

On my way to see Margaret,
With her salt at the rim,
I indulged Sam Adams,
By indulging in him.

Her concrete canyons,
Are but now spacious sky,
I toast with Manhattans,
May her soul never die.

Seven bucks for a Ripple,
Ten more for my smokes,
Three Skyys the limit,
Homeward bound broke.

~Peat

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shine on


Concrete Canyons


A very close friend sat by my side,
Knowing no evil nor turning of tides.

He was just my dog and a mutt at that,
While glued to the TV he patiently sat.

The second plane hit it was unreal to see,
Blind to man's nature how I wished I were he.

Concrete canyons became spacious sky,
Children still weep for their parents who died.

Assault on our nation religion one cause,
In God We Trust, gave reason to pause.

With twisted minds on death hell bent,
Dramatic it was yet not heaven sent.

Abused was God’s name taken in vain,
Cruel acts of terror are never ordained.

~Peat

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hummingbird toung in flower

 

Roses Once Dead - (day 22,450)

What pushes my button now pushes this pen,
Like lightning it strikes God only knows when.

Roses once red with violence still blue,
Values transgress to cloud man's view.

Fishing for words in a whirlpool of silt,
Baiting each breath with shards of guilt.

Panning for gold when apprised there is none,
Is like telling a child not to stare at the sun.

More buttons to push with a pen running dry,
I looked to the heavens for more than blue sky.

Lightning then stuck now deeming divine,
Words still missing then thundered in kind.

We pan life's gold yet His nuggets abound,
May the spark to ignite your soul be found.

Season of reason buds a rose of new hue,
From roses once dead to arising anew.

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see the light?

60 short verse or phrases by ~Peat

"Infinity went up for sale today, no need for lines no need to pay, no need to push no need to shove, plenty of room in the heavens above.

choice / shouldn't be chosen lightly / choosing is such a pain / left without any choices / who would you chose to blame?

There is my truth and there is your truth. There is our truth and there is their truth. Then there is the truth and thee is over there. There, The Truth..

I've never written a poem that wasn't really its draft, each word as if a sailing ship, to be tacked forever and aft.

madras mad / maze my words / paint with plaid / how absurd / shine a light / on darkened verb / left and right / succinctly heard

May the truth of God's Word prevail, for it fills my sails, may you too soon seek, the Word of God to forever keep.

What pushes my buttons now pushes my pen, like lightning it strikes God only knows when.

I often feel as if God and Satan have played tug a war with my soul but alas I know He who has won.

what it is is what it's not / trouble is is trouble sought / stupid isn't if stupid doesn't / truth it isn't if in truth it wasn't

It’s as hard to jar a jar, as it is to par a par. It’s hard to mar a mar, harder yet to scar a scar.

Money is but green paper, that is, until you have nothing to wipe with!

if the egg was her idea / then the chicken must have hatched it / chicken / final answer

hook line and sinker / is but hook line and tinker / for this hook line and thinker / of you

we pan life's gold / yet its nuggets abound / may the spark to ignite / your soul be found

You can not patent the obvious, but once a patent issues does it not become patently so?

Dreams like bonds are locked safe in the vault of our subconscious until mature.

Cross your eyes and dot your tees, may your soul soon sigh and hell soon freeze.

Thou shalt not kill so I shot him in the leg, may his wounds soon heal.

May your thirst for God's love be quenched by His tears of joy in you.

Free will is God's will, master it and you're assured a place in Heaven.

paranoia propagates propaganda / propaganda propagates paranoia

hourglass sands / deserts ebb too / oasis its hands / forever elude

A cloud can evaporate in a heartbeat, be sure to have a backup source for rainy days.

History becomes the great unknown if nothing from it remains.

a mentor is / the mentor's pause / inventing is / the inventor's cause

poetry is the art of one's heart / a poem is one's heartbeat heard

Heaven is anywhere the absence of Satin's influence is present.

The subconscious is the vault that keeps safe our dreams.

If it doesn't pour from the soul the glass will always be half empty.

A pearl of wisdom is more than just an oyster's toothache.

days of old / sings its song / tales of gold / passed along

A drop in the bucket becomes an ocean in time.

Those who have succeeded were quite often impeded.

There's no rhyme or reason why I reason with rhyme.

If it quacks like a duck, DUCK! it might be a hunter.

mind / body / and soul // kind / flabby / and old

The forget me knot is a knot the Lord tithes well.

may now / begin anew / may forever / be as true

Thiatribe is the diatribe of the misled theologian.

An arrow in its quiver can never hit its mark.

No word should be sharper than its point!

When you possess faith, fate becomes flexible.

means to an end / on patience depends

Profit sharing is one of God's early concepts.

He who laughs last often laughs alone.

Simply Smashing / Vodka Splashing

one thousand forevers / just one you

Share and share the light...

A blessing is the fruit of one's faith.

Heaven, the true land of the free.

God's word, take it or leave...

Truth twisted is fate resisted.

poem for sale / inquire within

Balloon Pops / Time Stops

Art is the voice of one's eye."

~Peat

"PS: Take an (o) from good and what-d'you-got, it's God for short and it's He I sought.

may now begin anew / may forever be as true

Time is just perfect but we just don't have enough of it.

I don't care what anybody thinks but only care that they do.

Wasted time is more productive than wasting time."

~Peat

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PSS: Here is my very first poem.
Read it.... / while I weep.

photo of wasted time
Time Well Spent / photo by ~Peat

Answers from God - 4/29/2013

God, when asked if he liked being feared replied that He did not, so I said revered is much better then, kinda like being praised instead of worshipped? He said that was correct. Then I asked why He hasn't done away with Satan and He replied, then you wouldn't have anybody to fear. Fear Satan, praise and revere Me and my Son Lord Jesus Christ, that way you will seek us out in fear for the salvation of you're soul, but you must come to us you know. I'm baffled I replied and He said that perhaps if I'd read the Bible I'd better understand.

He also implied that planet Earth is His own little oasis and also mentioned that cursing was not a sin just a lack of a good vocabulary although taking His name in vain was a sin and that exaggerating was the same as lying.

I do have one little prayer that I say often but it must be said out loud. Praise, praise, praise, God save the Queen and thank you Lord Jesus Christ, amen.. I hope He approves and I believe He does as He came to me.. There is believing and there is knowing, I am now a knower..

It's ok to go out on a limb, as long as it's alive, I believe. ~Peat

God, when asked what happens when the carrot is gone replied: God's Word is like a golden carrot that will never be fully consumed.

Don't be shocked, the Holy Spirit is electric, get connected today, amen.

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