Stuttering Stammering Speech
What has brought him to this cheerful place?
Is it curiosity, hunger, or an escape from loneliness?
A mild wind from the East caresses the gleaming waves,
and he expresses jealousy with deliberate rage;
his small nest was destroyed by the wrathful storm of February,
vainly, he searched for it through the bushes of wild huckleberry.
The mid-spring sunrise is bright-golden and luminous:
similar to a brilliant sun that illuminates all in its path;
and yet the green-blue pelican ignores it and chooses
to mourn his loss, never hoping to find his little ones alive:
to survive in such a wilderness, any bird needs to strive
or die even when harmony invites to explore new skies.
It's Saturday morning, I'm strolling and singing
and perched on the Monterey Cypress stretching
its branches want to embrace him for solidarity,
would he accept or refuse the feeling of empathy?
Listening to the pelican's affliction is sensing total despair,
something I've felt and carried inside to deepen the wound
of a tragic event that provided no minimal healing whatsoever:
we were created differently from these fowls with thrilling sound.
Tinnitis is annoying, with little tings
going off in my ears, and crackles and rings.
With this noise in my head
I dread going to bed,
This affliction's such a terrible thing.
I often go for days without any pings
inside of my head, no hisses or dings;
but when they occur
I can't relax, life's a blur;
If there's ever a cure, I will sing!
We go to hardship
We go to shame and defame
To gain salvation.
April 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 16-18
Key Verse – 2Samuel 16:12 It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO LOOKS ON OUR AFFLICTION
Praise be to God for looking on our affliction by His:
Leadership and protection along His guidance
Life-propping principles toward our gearing
Loving pardon midst His graciousness
Lifting-up peace against gloom
Light to propel our gratitude
2Samuel 17:7 Praise be to the Lord Who gives us
good counsel that is always:
Timely during trials
True and trustworthy
Teaching us to triumph
Tested for our testimony
Tenacious against traitors
2Samuel 18:27-28 Praise be to the Saviour for
good tidings of His:
Biblical salvation of eternal best
Blissful character trait-building
Beneficial ministry business
Beautiful legacy-brand
Bountiful blessings. Amen!
April 8, 2024
Scorned and ridiculed,
She carried her affliction for years.
There came a time when she bled.
Until one day her body buckled
And there laid she in her scarlet pool.
That filthy maiden was as good as dead
But Jesus reshaped her from earth’s dust
And delivered her from the hands of the cruel.
There came a time when
the unborn in her womb laid still; showed no sign of life
Curled in its fetal tomb,
And concerned expressions
On the faces of doctors
Alas, were ready when they considered the deciding factors.
But she in all the noise,
Lie unperturbed.
No doubt,
it was God who administered that herb.
And in an instant rebirth
The babe leapt, bounded and gallivanted.
There came a time
When all around her beloved child
A fiery furnace closed in,
But the loving arms of Jesus
Enfolded the child with oxygen.
Methinks that maiden would not have
made it to the other side
After the many years of
Stained tears she cried.
But she is Mother-Earth
And God has granted her rebirth.
Just healthy enough to die
There's some mud in your eye.
The surgery will surely end you
That's our learned opinion.
Oh, you may live a while
But have no misgivings.
Your time draws nigh.
Seek benediction.
I'm just healthy enough to die.
That's my affliction.
Autumn sneaks early into September
With cloudy days and cooler temp,
A feeling of fall in the morning air
Arthritis is back, causing me to limp.
Thank goodness for dear ol’ Ben Gay
With his sweet smell of peppermint,
He helps me make it through the day
By applying his soothing, minty scent.
The pain is real, the ache depresses
With stiffness that won’t go away,
We all have those minor distresses
Unfortunately, Arthritis plans to stay!
Written September 10, 2022
What’s happiness without sadness
What’s strength without weakness
What’s precious without worthless
What’s bright without darkness
What’s perfect without flaw
What’s anchor without jigsaw
What’s legal without outlaw
What’s despise without outlaw
What’s hope without haze
What’s accomplish without chase
What’s condemn without praise
What’s austere without ablaze
What’s harsh without subtle
What’s comfort without trouble
What’s infallible without stumble
What’s approve without grumble
What’s withhold without dispense
What’s certainty without suspense
What’s humility without pretence
What’s reckless without repentance
What’s speech without silence
What’s harmony without defiance
What’s purpose without insignificance
What’s destiny without coincidence
Regrettably, you're forswearing considerateness.
Because of your deeds, my heart has been disparaged.
However, the faithful has devolved into the dreadful.
There was nothing but words scribbled on a journal.
It's a sincere pity you're sweepingly slighting kindness.
Placing the underachievers on a dazzling betrayal.
Escape the fierce curse of those who benefited.
If you tamely yield to the glare, he will rebel.
Some people keenly appreciate and admire your skill.
Because of your frailty, some individuals devour you.
God, you see all my affliction
I cry out for you to deliver
one such as I remember your law
you are the one the constant giver
I request for your redemption
plead for me at the great throne
for in your promise, there is life
be faithful so leave me not alone
The unrepentant reject your salvation
having no thought nor any desire
but you are a God of great mercy
who is always a constant fire
My persecutors are full and many
your testimony they so much hate
in disgust, I look at the faithless
but I won't leave your word to their state
I ponder much upon your every line
your love of steadfastness is so sure
the word of God is full of your truth
for every part will surely endure
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the twentieth poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
The Lord my God is always true and holy
being fair to His servant all the time
for He keeps to His inspired word
so we learn not to commit any crime
In God alone learn judgment and knowledge
holding to His commandments so pure
for in the past, I went wildly astray
now keep to God's word to faithfully endure
My God is good who always does good
I plead for His statutes I be taught
with mockery, I'm infiltrated with lies
in my heart, I stay true not wanting caught
Your law oh God is my daily bread
while their heart feels not at all
I'm pleased that affliction has came
so to learn how to stand as a wall
Listen well to God's holy law
for it's better than all the gold
that this world is able to offer
for it's eternal to never grow old
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the ninth poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
Lord brings to your mind thy word
please reveal it for my edification
for receiving your word is a blessed thing
such a delight enhances my education
Feelings come down to indwell me
from heaven above to bring comfort
to deal with my affliction so real
giving hope to take away the hurt
Constantly the insolent mock me
but I stand firm steadfast on your law
O Lord in you alone is my comfort
for considering all scripture has no flaw
Considering the ways of the wicked
that constantly your law they do forsake
such foolishness is hard to comprehend
sojourn long in song never to break
Even in the darkness of night
your name I've kept your word is true
God's blessing has fallen upon me
to His precepts, I have said I do
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the seventh poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119)
They were conflicted.
About my affliction.
There is no cure, they decided.
But a remedy.
That they will inflict upon me.
I wish I could hate you.
I wish I still didn’t care about you.
I wish I still wasn’t angry or hurt when it comes to you.
I wish it didn’t hurt when you ignored me.
I wish it didn’t hurt when you didn’t believe me.
I wish it didn’t hurt when you chose to believe her over me.
I wish it didn’t hurt when it felt like you chose her over me.
I wish it didn’t hurt when I found out you spent the night with her too.
I wish it didn’t hurt that my pain or feelings meant nothing to you.
I wish I didn’t miss you everyday.
More importantly I wish I didn’t give you the power to hurt me this way.
I wish I could be like you, turn off my feelings, not care, and walk away.
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