Best Answered Poems
Life without purpose is barren indeed.
There can’t be a harvest unless you plant the seed.
There can’t be attainment unless there’s a goal.
Ask Jesus to forgive you for your trespasses so He can cleanse your soul.
If we send no ships out, no ships will come in,
And unless there’s a contest nobody can win.
For games can’t be won unless played,
And prayers can’t be answered unless they’re prayed.
So whatever is wrong with your life today.
You will find a solution if you kneel down and pray.
Not just for pleasure, enjoyment, and health.
Not just for honor and prestige and wealth.
But pray for a purpose to make life worth living,
And pray for the joy of unselfish giving.
For prayer is your gladness and blessings from heaven is your reward.
When you make your life’s purpose the choice of the Lord.
So when someone ask you today, “How you doing?”
You should say, “ fine because I prayed.”
Is it a myth that History repeats?
This universal question that time deletes
Is the evidence clear that it occurs?
Through eons and eons it strangely recurs
Is it true that horrors are dulled by time?
This forever, unchanging paradigm
If wars are to end should it start with me?
To account for mankind’s insanity.
August 31st ‘22
For Dot Your I's and Cross Your T's Contest
by Hilo Poet
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I prayed for rain to visit us and to refresh our souls....
The heavens heard, and opened up, pouring water down the rice fields,
Washing off the seedlings that we had planted for a week.
** June 6, 2010 ^_^
Brokenness is nothing new to me
Life without hope is all I've seen
This road I've walked upon called life
This is my war, this is my fight
But through the pain, God gave me beauty through the rain
Oh baby can you please tell me what's on your mind
I truly believe God created our paths to intertwine
You are something different, something beautiful inside
The very thoughts of you makes my heart come alive
I don't know what the future holds
But I want to spend it with you as our lives unfold
One promise I can swear
Baby I don't want to lose this answered prayer
I'm not the easiest person to love
I often forget my worth from up above
I'll push people away because I think I deserve the pain
I guess it's easier than you think to be content in chains
But I've learned that it's selfish to think I'm not enough
When so many people offer me their love
Oh baby can you please tell me what's on your mind
I truly believe God created our paths to intertwine
You are something different, something beautiful inside
The very thoughts of you makes my heart come alive
I don't know what the future holds
But I want to spend it with you as our lives unfold
I know I can't go to fast
Because I want us to be built on something that will last
But one promise I can swear
Baby I don't want to lose this answered prayer
sole daffodil bloom
bowed beneath the ice and snow~
sunbeams pierce the cold
2/22/2021
Jesus faced many attacks on earth
so often the Jewish leaders did attack
they made Him their number-one target
seeking to draw Him in that He's crack
Here the Jews were really angry
as they chose to attack with rocks
this is the son of God they hated
but they wanted Jesus in the dock
Jesus now spoke with authority
declared He had shown to them
many good works from God His father
what could they say? to God's gem
The Lord then asked the question
'which good works do you try to stone me?'
here God turned them in a spin
for they yet would pin Him to a tree
These Jews wouldn't bow to Jesus
indeed they wanted Him dead
on a cross, He paid for their sin
to bring salvation to believe in
(John10: 31-32
The Jews picked up rocks to stone Jesus. Jesus answered them, "I have shown you many good works from my Father. For which of these are you trying to stone me?")
>God has sent you here to me,
i said a prayer, He heard my plea
so now I have you in my life,
to be together without strife;
I want to hold you for all times,
to sit here all day to write you rhymes;
to let you know ,how much I care
always wish I could be there:
I want to squeeze and tease you,
always try to please you;
I want to be smothered by your kisses,
always grant your daily wishes;
long to caress and stroke your hair,
make your life, have no worry or care.
My head's up in the clouds
I'm walking on air
Thinking about you
Without a single care
'Cuz nothing else matters
Except for you and me
What we want to happen
And who we want to be
Am I to excited
Getting ahead of myself
I know another broken heart
Is not good for my health
I probibly need to calm down
Maybe take a rest
All these feelings happening
Because you answered yes
To those who should have heard my plea—
I write not bitter, but silently.
In shadows where the messages fade,
I found myself in silence laid.
It started with a hopeful thread,
A truth that whispered, softly said,
To stir the waters, call a friend—
But stillness echoed to no end.
No ripples came, no words replied,
Just empty space where trust had died.
“You need not come,” the silence spoke,
A quiet cut, a broken cloak.
A classroom once alive with song,
Where voices small would all belong,
Was handed off without a sign—
No farewell note, no last line.
I vanished in the digital night,
Replaced by names that felt not right.
No hand to hold, no final face,
Just absence carved in empty space.
Is this the way to lead the way?
With shadows deep and words that stray?
You teach respect but do not show—
Where did your empathy go?
You sever ties without a thought,
Ignoring wounds your cuts have wrought.
Is power all you seek to claim,
Or listening with heart aflame?
I am a teacher, flesh and bone,
With dreams and fears, not made of stone.
I pay my dues, I stand my ground,
Though silence tries to keep me bound.
But silence wins not here, not now,
Nor fear, nor cold, nor hidden vow.
My voice will rise beyond your walls—
A light that shines when darkness falls.
My final lesson, softly told,
In halls of light, both bright and bold,
Where children learn and spirits soar—
That’s why I teach, forevermore.
Though health now calls me to retreat,
And closure hides in shadows sweet,
I hold within what none can take—
My truth, my heart, no one can break.
—And that will be my lasting flame,
A whispered name beyond the shame.
I've often felt quite helpless..Although i would fight hard, against the ocean of life
With its often; errant strong surging tides.'
In twenty twenty five we saw Los Angeles
Besieged; many areas were set ablaze; a great
City upon its knees.' The factor of bad
management of water not held in the
Ammount, that would really be needed
when on it; services had to count.' Also the
Arsonists did their job, a nasty crew indeed
I like others felt asized, of the helplessnes
As the Santa Annas careened.' No respite
Came the news reports, I saw many people
Had died.' I sensed defeat and could
almost taste the charcoal, it was fraught
; and yes I felt a tear in
My eye.. Yet all at once I thought of
God.? who was bigger than any disaster..I said a prayer then put up a blog, and requested prayers to 'the only Master' others joined and but a day and night.? A sea mist rose and rolled in early light.' Then on this improvement rain arrived..The
worst danger over and the remenant survived..'
Now i arrive at year twenty twenty six..A similar tale..My stomach felt sick twenty eight fires in
Victoria my 'home State' hit Again not
Accidents all.. A lot i'd guess were lit.? I decided to ask the Lord again, wondering would He
Have mercy this second time my friends?
All un-worthy i appealled for help.' Others
Answered, i continued and hoped.. For betters trends, again
Weather reports said no respite maybe dry
Lightening ( would more evil arrive? ) another day past I checked the news.' The
First I read was disaster.' My heart went to
My shoes..So my prayers were unaswered.'
Still i decided to look.' To face my chastisement and repent by the Book..Then I was shocked it was all turned
Around He had flooded out the fires people
Were heading for higher ground,
All Praise throughout the heavens all thanks to my friends..Who with me had enjoined..And we saw Himself His Name defend.'
A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer Answered!
In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo!
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks!
Let us play........, two!
Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field
Hallowed be thy ivy covered Brickhouse walls!
Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
On Clark and Addison, as it is, to sit in the sun with thy bleacher-bums!
Give us this day our daily dread but remove those lights that so offend!
Forgive us our trespasses and Cubs left on bases, as we forgive those
Teams who trespass these hallowed places!
Caray us on and win the pennant race, all’s we’re ask ‘in for Lord,
Is a couple a more runs!
Most of us can't afford a dog or beer in here, but a least da cops is really
Nice around here!
Lead us not into temptation and deliver us to a World Series, while were still young!
So grab a beer and join the cheer, cause we ain't leav'in Wrigley
Till "Yogi" say's it's over in here!
AMEN!
can u tell me whomwhatwhere I am
or is everyone to blame
must i lose all Butt one limbs
and never hope to be the sames
I hide the mymemine unto all within'ins
and neverthewheretohereforwondery i was given
I don't know who u the Fu_k u r (emma)
I don't know why the Fu_k u r alive
But now I'm Aliveeeeeeeeeeee x four.
Capture, imprison, torture, mame, kill, set in motion , consider me
fake free and reset my soft soul aghast afire aspire so we gonad disagree
and catapault our doured desire decreed to a lightspeed stud unintended
in an each others doubledoubt, and are never in Needs Sleep'
of each other again, cold promise prism ed and feverent of a drop dead desire.
Take, seek, hold, love u, says no future me in a present pic
To you I am only a one moment of a pissed off past time promised
You saw in me and only in me, that OHIO boydunce dumbass
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promisepremise that sillosuited your pillowpussy preferences in multiple
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I am through with you. Or as Lester says, "You don't get to tell me what to do, ever again."
SUNSHINE SMILE HAS ANSWERED US.
THANK GOD.
JENNY.
Because it wanted to go to the library!
ANSWERED PRAYERS
Crisp cutting edges are river aging...
Dusts, gossamer embracing carves and mounds.
All around unchanged.
Solely, the wind curtains flow.
Seems, they are the only one engaging.
Have I step to an antique ground?
Waiting...
waiting... waiting
and wailing ....
When...
Somebody,
please tell me when?
I am begging ....
will someone show me when...
There are no signs, neither gleaming-clues
Hence, I am left in bloom buzzing blues
I look to reach stars spraying a lace of shine.
Lo! The moon moaning a veil of mystique fine.
Evenings are waterfall silently playing lyre.
Arousing my soul's delight to set afire
A singer or poetess booze longing to inspire
The stillness bares inner recesses well
where spirits ready to compel and swell.
There's no one else: Just you and me: my God.
On bended knees, naked from any trace of pretense
Humbly, I am opening my life to Your Holy presence.
Sweet, Oh so sweet, You extend Your loving hand.
No second thoughts, no hesitations.
Willingly, You extend to tenderly understand.
Snares and torn slowly, Oh so slowly you prune,
lightening every weighing doubts and fears.
Long forgotten prayers are answered,
timely hatched from insanity shell..
Golden ripe for prosperous harvest.
Yielding much beyond the mind calculation.
Evermore daring and bold in exhortation.
Sweet, oh so sweet, my Lord and my King.
It's worth to faithfully wait for Your perfect timing.
Now, Your promises have been falling to right places.
Kneeling down today and tomorrow thanking You...
I keep my trust wholly in the power of Your Hands...
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(c)
2:27am
August 03, 2014
inspired by the
verse: Matthew
6:33