The world is going mad.
We are told to stand still.
The same hands bless and take.
They have always known how.
God is used.
Hunger is explained.
Power eats in private.
Outside, the noise is managed.
They own more than countries.
We learn the number.
We forget the cost.
Nothing breaks.
Nothing stops.
The world is going mad
and this is called order.
They said the dreams carried messages of you,
They said I should no longer wait,
that I should hurry to your bedside.
Though they wished to soften the truth,
everything stood bare before me —
Death had already wrapped itself around you.
I accepted the pain as your steps drifted from mine,
I accepted the fading of your scent
as it was carried away by a grieving wind.
I breathed it in and believed,
I prepared myself to release you,
even though releasing you was not easy.
But I had already accepted it —
Illness had long been wrestling you,
harvesting the remains of your strength.
To me, it was a storm of torment;
to you, it was the rest you longed for,
the loosening of pain that held you captive,
pain that narrated your suffering.
Seeing you at peace, I capitulated and
accepted too.
You have gone — do not worry.
I will keep our little ones safe,
I will raise them, protect them.
Do not worry — we accepted it together.
Your path is the path that awaits us all.
Rest now,
for I have accepted.
Carry the weight of things
not chosen, nor claimed,
but inherited.
They settle into ones life
like dust on old shelves,
quiet, persistent,
never asking to be understood
or accepted.
Unwarranted by self-will,
but exist by presence.
And so one lives with them,
not in defiance,
not in surrender,
but in motion.
To some truths
do not need conviction
to endure.
It is now to me very clear,
that the name of Allah
is welcome here
even though he is not my
God.
It is becoming much harder to do,
to even be able to mention the
name of the Great I am.
Poems about love and heartache
are welcome here
but that alone doesn't cause me fear.
Poems about faith are wasting more away
with the passage of each brand new day.
To see the earthly resentment
Of Ireland
In her American
Per chase of the heart
Down to lent
Repent in sayings before
Ashed inscription
Told
Without reply she walks in a sun
Fide et Amore, Italia
Aetheistic concealed brevity
Reluctant canvas of poetry
Projection of a middle path
Project re deck
Stacks end racks
Build out change
Sisters of in mate position
Split same lunch run ons
I already accepted.
The gold metal, the grinding sounds.
Every type of glue that isn’t as good as a nail.
Unknowingly.
I already accepted.
The sweaty feeling.
Wings falling off.
Brand new socks that have tears.
I already accepted.
How everyone is congratulating me.
Smoky and no eyes.
An award like a gravestone.
I already accepted that lock of hair.
I already accepted an apple with a bite mark.
I already accepted the howling staircase.
I already accepted help from a werewolf who can’t remember anything.
I already signed that slip of paper.
That tells them I can stay in the hospital.
Got folded up.
And poof.
I already accepted.
And they say they have proof.
Like fine wine,
She's an acquired taste.
Some will like her,
Others will not.
They can take her
In small sized portions,
Samples,
Or one sip at a time.
Not a full glass,
And never in one go.
She may be
What they want at first,
But so time will move
And while wine
Goes better with time,
She is decidedly not
Or so they will say
As they grow tired of her.
She is no longer for their palate,
Their taste, liking, or desire.
She is not what they long for,
At least not any more.
Not the way she was before.
She is an acquired taste,
She is not for everyone,
But maybe she is for someone.
Do you hear what was done
Those years ago under the Australian sun
We came to what we were told
Was an empty land for the bold
Some had no choice as a convicts fall
When their sentence was at the old Bailey’s call
Free settlers paid their way here too
Thinking it was all for them to do
So hardships were worked through
Making a life for their family too
But some were pushed aside
Making their lives hard to abide
The Australian Parliament has apologised
For the way First Nations were treated and ostracised
So time marches on with some bridges mended
But it seems the progress isn’t good or as fast as intended
So now we go from one issue to the next
Leaving Australians so perplexed
How many times do we need to go through it again
I wonder when will this all find an end?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Is it just that a trust to easily
Keep faith too openly
Feel accepted too fast
And so fail Evey time
Having lived my own life
lessons you learn through time
ones that count for life
to forget would be a crime
Stammered every day since birth
enduring it all incredibly tough
but better things around my corner
believing it could be enough
One day God broke through
revealing His love in His blessed son
who had died for all my sins
to indwell me shows salvation's done
This God assured me of one thing
He accepted me just as I am
nothing I bring just to Jesus cling
this truth eternally brings me calm
(I have written this to pass on the main life lesson I've learned throughout my life that this has kept me calm and how to live in the forward direction.)
He is thrilled; for he can tell he is being accepted and loved.
For who he is, for his whole self, for the real “him”.
It did not happen in his family.
It did not happen in his small home town.
But it has happened for him here.
It may be the first time he has ever felt unconditional love.
It is truly wonderful when the conditions are no longer around
To hold you back, or make you behave any way except wholly yourself.
Life is grand, and he is thrilled. Finally finding his tribe, and coming home.
Accepting eyes
Accepting whys
That next in lyes
respect in hi's
the world is a garden
where the poems are flowers
and the poets are gardener
bloomed flowers are spreading
the fragrance differently;
somewhere the smell (grammar)
opens its wings pungently
and somewhere mildly;
but to me
all flowers are accepted
-September 24, 2019 Chattogram
she accepted me
long before reality
~
at the roots of our family tree
destine to have been
~
she accepted me
it was meant to be;
sweet tenderly
God has so graciously
gave signs of the matrimony
~
at the roots of our family tree
destine to have been
~
she accepted me
~
the middle of her name
mother already proclaimed
known for 22 years before her born
adorn with small stature
she'd don the middle name as her wedded one
~
alas for you see
she accepted me
the 'ONLY'girl whom was my dear friend
the 'ONLY' one at love as a teenager
my 'ONLY' and true girlfriend
this was meant to be
you see my girlfriend, my wife to be..
her name....Carmen Lee Brown Lee
her name....Carmen Lee Lee
~
the only girl/woman you see
SHE ACCEPTED Me
Faithful and Sweet Be At peace
~4/12/1954 - 6/18/2016~
dedicated to my Wife
4/9/19
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance...
The five stages of grief;
It's been a year now and still I've no relief.
I'm still in denial; you did not die.
I still can't accept it, even though I try.
I've tried bargaining,
But the anger is always there;
Depression is my friend,
I pretend not to care.
Acceptance is for fools;
I have no bargaining to spare.
I can't deny my anger,
When acceptance is never there.
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