My friend is sad and so am I
For different reasons I ask Him, ‘why?’
He looks at me neither bold nor blue.
A light glows pink in merry hue.
She called me up and poured her mind
I felt the same, of a different kind.
When spirit’s measure stretched at length
I woke up to find, I’ve lost all strength.
She has been trying to dry out her tears
While I here, myself was driving my fears.
No one to share my feelings drawn
I gathered strength to fill her morn.
With laughter and light she retired to bed
I worked the night, was awake instead.
Today it was told it’s not required
I had my share of the pain I shared.
Then reasoned out ‘was it all meant
To surrender my wisdom or my strength?’.
He looked at me and waited long-------
Till I blew my breath of scorn
Was that how You cleaned my eyes?
Was it healthy for the spirit to rise?
My friend’s laughter at the end of the call
Made me realize once and for all
My hard work somewhere has paid me well
I have reasons for love to dwell.
Love for Him came naturally, through,
I looked at Him and felt so blue-----
He could have gone but He never did.
He had to show me my greatest need.
We went away at seventeen,
Still green about the ears,
Not knowing that in between
The war and later years
We would be haunted to the core,
Damaged in the head.
We did not return from war;
We brought it home instead.
The fight out there was not as loud
As is the fight inside;
It blankets me, just like a shroud;
Life is a wild ride.
We walk the street, the city roam;
Inside, our souls are dead.
From war we never came back home,
but stayed with it instead.
It’s been so long, but still we see
Their faces in our dreams;
The war goes on for you and me,
Or at least, it seems.
But within, we find our strength,
Our weakness, darkness, light,
We’ve fought and won the war at length,
Out of love, or spite.
I write inside my little book
My verses and my lines;
All the things war from me took
Will come back and be mine.
I hope that you don’t walk alone,
I pray that you still feel.
From war I never came back home,
But from the war I’ll heal.
Today I’m grateful for understanding…
(and I can talk or write about this at length)
that the gentleness of our spirit
will always be…our greatest strength.
Humanity suffers, totalitarianism reigns,
Vanity crushes our personal gains,
Mankind is weeping and working as slaves,
Those who refuse are remembered in graves.
This is the fate of the people who cry,
How do they rate if they do or they die?
How do you choose what to do with your life?
Most people can't who succumb to the strife.
What does it take to be free of it all?
How do you win or be ready to fall?
What do you do when you don't have a gun?
Where do you flee if there's nowhere to run?
We've got the numbers to do as we must,
Even though people are lacking in trust,
Who do you turn to and when should you speak?
What do you hide or be ready to leak?
Suddenly angels appear in their strength,
Prayers of the righteous are answered at length,
People are saved by the sentries of good,
Mankind is spared when we do as we should.
Lord grants us strength,
Praying more at length,
Focus on hopeful,
Power to peaceful,
Let bygones pass, our song,
Jesus here lingers long,
Peace power to each zone,
Loyals, you are not alone!
Esau, a fierce hunter; Jacob a Torah scholar
Isaac had to make a difficult decision
To blend Abraham’s kindness with
Jacob the scholar or with Esau’s strength…
Elderly Isaac's tears blinded him at length
For he’d made an egregious mistake
Choosing brute force over scholarship
His frail body began to shake… *
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*See Genesis 27:33
At dawn, when the sky smiles...
I bow, pray at length to seek.
If true, as God would have me;
At it, my swiftness should awake hope.
Where there seems none, my styles...
Possibly without remorse, though weak;
Cum certainty of what to be, such sea-
I swim through its boundless spell, off rope.
At noon, when the sky frown,
I race, hustle all seasons long...
If no, as fate could file my case;
Of time, my faith would halt war.
Why not give up, such stage me clown.
This won't be of tease, while still young...
Rather shall keep up, cum His grace-
Until I feel relieved; ease storm, offshore.
At night, while the sky beams...
I write, encode and decode my day;
If sure, lessons learnt propels thought.
For real, it engulf my mind's box
Through the night; many are dreams-
Of peace and war, fear and courage; gay...
Will I ever have to myself, what I sought?
Cum lot where lies mirthful stories, off clocks...
Of them I have a few and I will admit this only to you
they are not from here and they are very, very blue
These little one foot creatures are from outer space
they are well behaved and have the cutest face.
I named one Volcano because of his cyborg strength,
though he talks in monosyllables he also talks at length !
Then there is Jukebox, he loves to sing at night
he can hit an octave but he isn't very bright.
Out of all my little friends my favorite one is Hue,
he's a Venutian little chatterbox and he isn't all that blue
He smiles so much that it gives him gas,
but I like him cuz he always makes me laugh,
and knows just what to do.
In shattered dreams, I found my strength
Boldly facing loss, my heart did ache
Conquering fears, I rose at length
Through endless nights, I burned with fire
Burning midnight oil, my soul did aspire
Crowned with triumph, my heart did desire
The world may laugh, may joke, may scorn
But I stood firm, my vision unsworn
Conquering all, I rose to morn
For others, it was a distant gleam
But I made it real, my heart's esteem
Choosing few, who stood through the storm
And now I shine, with heart aglow
Basking in the glory, that I've sown
Celebrating victory, forever to grow
"I'm going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair
Going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair
And if those blues don't leave me
Gonna rock on away from here" by George Harrison...My father-in-law used to say this a lot but it was from an old Blues song probably more of a folk kind.
Too close to the edge of fate we stand,
On the mountain's peak, a risky land.
At the precipice of life and death,
Each step we take with anxious breath.
Too young to bid this world goodbye,
Too well to let our spirit fly.
Yet fear grips us, a paralyzing chill,
As we teeter on the edge, so still.
Injury and danger lurking drear,
Reminding us that death is near.
But in this moment, we find strength,
To step back from the edge at length.
So let us live with courage bold,
Embracing life, breaking the mold.
For though we're scared of what may be,
We choose to live, wild and free.
There’s a child-proof cap
That’s beyond my strength,
Though I’ve tried my best
To get it off, at length.
First I push, then twist
But it’s staying stuck
And my grandson would
Thus be out of luck
But his dad will soon
Be back home and then
There’ll be medicine
‘Til the next time when
His new dose is due;
Then there’ll be no goof
For a dad can open
What’s Nana-proof.
the dining hall is half empty
because it is friday - shabbat
and good jews light candles at home
not such a good jew i am out
with my female friend both of us
dressed for the late winter evening
conversation is light, muted
mostly about the eggplant dish
i'm having or calimari
my elegant friend is having
while the wizened broad in the back
plays dulcet tones on the steinway
my mind drifts from the idle talk
as i think how at such a place
with the white tablecloths
quiet music and low lighting
they shot dead rosie rosenthal
when he stepped outside for a smoke
i half expect to get shot too
when at length the dinner concludes
and we rejoin the chilly night
with near regret i note i'm not
for they'd recall me like rosie
and i'd not wake up still alone
( Aus government says)
Suicide is your best option
Or we intervene.!
Choices have a shelf life
Choose wisely choose at length!
Reply suddenly (to death?)
Get Ready
Blind lane of life ending in death.
Getting ready on final step,
while to feel life at every breath.
Completed duties ! I have full faith.
From my earthly life wish to scape.
Blind lane of life ending in death.
Enjoyed life : More or less sound health.
Victory - defeat took normal shape,
while to feel life at every breath.
Seed of death embedded at depth
of life ! No question to escape..
Blind lane of life ending in death.
Either fell weak or ran with strength.
Received resistance or got help,
while to feel life at every breath.
Yet to meet end of life at length.
In last phase no wish for myself.
Blind lane of life ending in death,
while to feel life at every breath.
It's second nature for you to think,
That all your gifts and strengths,
Are second best or just so-so,
Nothing special at length,
But you are awesome, you're one of a kind.
There's no one just like you.
Search the world over but you'll never find,
Another just like you.
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