Yea if a man labours in pain
If not in the Lord, he labours in vain
But whatever a man finds to do
Be he even unto his master and to God be true
Even in his ministry to God above
Let it be cheerfully a sincere labour of love
For Christ laboured even to wash feet
And Paul condemned he that labours not to not eat
And ye are called into heights above the surface
In unity and maturity towards works of service
For even faith without works is dead
For by a working Master we are led
We are called for such a time as this
For works prepared aforetime and with apportioned grace
The will and the ability also built in us
That our days be spent in the pleasure of bearing the onus
For the awaiting judgment will weigh the deeds
A presentation of harvest, not of unsown seeds
HAPPY LABOUR DAY
Categories:
apportioned, celebration, christian, day, gospel,
Form: Rhyme
(Acrostic Haiku)
David's day's dine, drum
Atmosphere's admiration-
Visual's vastly view.
Indoor influence ink...
Doubling diet, desserts do date;
Duty draws design
Expanding earthly
Long life lasting lord's luxuries-
Let lungs love living.
Ace age apportioned,
Actualizing accolades
And act attributes.
Categories:
apportioned, africa, age, art, birthday,
Form: Haiku
Kelogb 6-7-6
Will the No worth DIAMOND?
Waiting to eat thy almond?
The fruit TIE apportioned.
Categories:
apportioned, anxiety, art, confusion, crazy,
Form: Rhyme
I would've loved to ask for your goodwill
The height of common grace prospects enjoy
Now that opportunity trades downhill
Being an adult and no longer a boy
How too well have you managed so cautioned!
That success was just much easy for you
But to me the little claims apportioned
Seemed really much of what I can chew
Dad, you must be so lonely in heaven
I wish you knew my grandma while on earth
She might have been a wonderful leaven
But you never meet cum eon's rebirth
The burdens of duty being the firstborn
Keeps my everyday cold of you to morn
Categories:
apportioned, absence, anxiety, art, death,
Form: Sonnet
Long after the joys are gone
The bitter sweet memories remain
Of our unforgettable companions
And the exotic, exciting locales
The few precious moments of real joy
We savored in freedom and abandon
Away from an unfriendly world
That had vowed to keep us deprived
As though the good things were not
For us and our kind: its laws onesided
Its earth apportioned, laurels conferred
On those handpicked to repress and rule
Over unfortunates seized and shocked
Hearts atremble, their lips are locked
And hearts branded with fear and pain.
We're thankful at last we're free again
To bring back the moments of joys past
Categories:
apportioned, memory, nostalgia, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Enough I have,
but more, would make do, better still.
Sufficing without icing is a nice thing to do,
but ample sufficiency is defeat, a condescending deceit.
For we all want bigger apportioned portions.
Want more than our fair share of the hearty fare.
Making do is so hard to do, but so easy to see through.
Categories:
apportioned, word play,
Form: Free verse
When I met the world on a tour,
It introduced me to a sunrise from the eastern province,
Why will I not cast back my mind?
Maybe that was because of your absence,
Butterflies cry when I seek for my soulmate in darkness,
Due to my hopeless walk in madness,
You've gone far predicting the downfall of our love walls,
Return to me with two rocky stones,
So much do my whole being yearns to feel your touch,
When the stellar opens voluminous gap,
And my tongue can't wait to lick the edge of your lip.
Which will place we two in apportioned flip,
Making darkness an intoxicant when it sees our affections in a flip book,
It will then fill its own mouth with every drop of his vain sweat,
After we ignite the candle in our simple flet,
The world we'll see our love on a candle light.
To impress the formless night with our might.
Categories:
apportioned, angel,
Form: Classicism
NO GLORY FOUND
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
The chosen too often of colour, unlearned or piss poor.
But true heroes they’ll be winning by force majeure.
Ticker tape parades and medals for those who make home,
For the rest, just a name on some glorious dome.
But see those with the wealth; they don’t give a toss
Knowing their greedy interests will not turn a loss.
Not their sons to die in some foreign land
Let other sons do the marching, so strike up the band.
Take heed you young mothers with sons still so young
Ensure their promise is valued and not into future wars flung.
No glory found, and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned.
John Jurkowski
Categories:
apportioned, abuse, betrayal, farewell, march,
Form: Free verse
I will dig the sand
the wet sand of this shore
I will bury my fingers
deep
and my soul will descend,
descend slowly,
and in silence
the warmth will rise
beneath the skin
I will dig deeper
and I will dig
this shore, which I know
like the palms of my hands.
Here, I have built spacious houses,
apportioned rooms
and accumulated towers of sand
till the tide buries them
and I return
the next day
and build.
Here, I know
I can play
Here, I realize dreams can be buried
and also
grief.
Categories:
apportioned, deep, hope, imagery, inspirational,
Form: Bio
When my tired frame seeks it’s final rest,
to remain in perpetuity as eternity’s guest;
held fast within the arms of timeless sleep:
Do not weep. Do not weep!
Pray think on the man that once was I,
and think of me at peace - I did not die.
though I've no further need to sow nor reap.
Do not weep. Do not weep!
When daily labours apportioned man
end, as does my brief allotted span.
Upon my head, no false praises heap.
Do not weep. Do not weep!
Let not tomorrow think too unkind
of the legacy I shall leave behind,
for me, no mourning vigil keep.
Do not weep. Do not weep!
As falls the grape from the withered vine,
so comes my destiny, as will thine!
When rests my Soul in eternal sleep,
Even now ‘tis timely not to weep!
May 21st, 2017
Categories:
apportioned, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Isabelle Falque-Pierrotin
will never balk at an a priori win
has established new rules
resents being told they are for the obedience of fools.
Inaki Urdangerin
can we be sure of the danger he's in?
his wife the Princess
ensonced in a typical Spanish taxation mess.
Mississipi roast
should be apportioned on neat squares of french toast
thus preserving the culture
while eschewing the habits of the predatory Northern vulture.
Categories:
apportioned, betrayal,
Form: Clerihew
My eyes will be held open
devouring all beauty imparts,
catching what I can each moment,
every glimmer of God’s art;
I will seize creation’s glory
in every vista in my sight
unveiling life in daylight,
letting go the fearful night.
Today is only seconds long
as apportioned by the clock;
I will relish every minute
leave my soul windows unlocked.
Yesterday is a memories’ book,
tomorrow’s sun may not surprise;
I will wring out every drop of joy
And feed my starving eyes.
Copyright, October 26, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
apportioned, beauty, time, today,
Form: Carpe Diem
BOOKS
bindings
of knowledge
the transfer of thought
epochs flowing in ink
measured words sand the hourglass
"Intellect's apportioned time-scapes"
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, June 2, 2014
Categories:
apportioned, books, time,
Form: Verse
Oh, how I remember my great friend
My heart laments for Shepherd,like a harp
and my innermost being,for his life
For I have looked and I have seen
I beheld with my own eyes
In Shepherd a.k.a Mshepo
A glimpse of a light so great
Yes the promise,
of exceedingly better things to come
In the days apportioned us together
I looked at the garden that was Mshepo
and perceived in my heart
A fertile and fruitful field
That was to be accounted as forest
And whose fruits,
Are for the prosperity of this nation
In this day of adversity
we are drenched with tears
And our shouts of joy stilled
For all the sons we've lost
Who were like chaff in a whirlwind
all wiped away in a moment
The fat of our nations is wasting away
The waters are drying up
the grass is withering
and the vegetation is scorched
and soon nothing green will be left
Now with this I cousel you
Let us all come unto Christ
Our refuge from the storm
Categories:
apportioned, death, loss,
Form: I do not know?
That brother in thee not adjourn
as bigotry might leave some yearn
I offer grace as no return
is needed to absolve concern.
And brotherhood of man is God
and I apportioned by the rod
to pastor life and not its rage
to walk from futile life of stage.
As so of thee in leading hence,
remembering some hopes expense,
I offer time as life's intense
condition offers recompense.
I offer thee my life's incense
as love in understanding's sense!
Categories:
apportioned, love, life,
Form: Rhyme
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