Best Continue Poems
Abundant Blessings Continue,
Descending Endlessly From God.
Happy Is Jesus, King Like Melchizedek,
Nary Other Potentate, Qualified Ransom,
Savior Triumphant, Universal Victor.
Wholeheartedly Express Your Zeal!
MAYA ANGELOU INSPIRED ME WITH THE POEM STILL I RISE
I've been judged by the color of my skin
Treated like i'm a nothing,a nobody
Called by many a name:a fool, a nothing,not even a human
But i continue to rise
They hate me for who i am
They try their best to put me down
They try to fill my heart with despair
But yet i still continue to rise
Every chance they get,its to cause me hurt
They look at me like i'm some kind of abomination
They constantly seek my extermination
But i still continue to rise
Do they hate me for just being me
That i don't follow the crowds,or go with their flow
The fact that i'm different from them
The fact that i don't do the same things they do.
And as if that wasn't enough
My own race at times shun me, and criticize each other
Their constanly going against one another,son against father,daughter against mother
Sometimes i feel trapped in this malice
Smothered in this constant hatery of the races
We all must try to seek freedom and redemption
This is why i must continue to rise
I offer prayers to those in need of prayers
I shed a tear for the fallen and broken,watching the tears become a river
Can you people see this black youth's tears
All i can do now is pray for peace,hope,and better days
In fact,let me say a prayer in hopes of better days
For these reasons i'm gonna continue to rise
I want to say peace and love to people in the east,west,north,and south.
To lift them all out of misery,sorrow,and doubt
R.I.P. and love to those who've come and gone.
Good luck and better days to those who've yet to be born.
R.I.P. to my people who're no longer here.
Love to those who're fighting for a better future
But until the day that i can see you all again
I will continue to live,continue to dream
Through all the pain,sadness,and rain.
The sun will shine one day again.
And we'll hold hands and watch hope rise
Which is why for that I WILL STILL CONTINUE TO RISE..
It's been there for as long as I know
now here I am in my sixty-fifth year
and its still showing it's ugly head
daily confrontation comes so very near
But believe I'm here for a purpose
even when the reasons are not seen
receiving real faith never to give up
going that extra mile make yourself mean
Words are so very difficult to say
no day went past my tongue will block
but my inner strength kept me going
God gave me strength to try to talk
This stammer has truly haunted me
when thinking I'm beating it I fall
but inside I know never give up
don't let it beat you I hear a call
So now I attend a new therapy
hoping and praying for a breakthrough
even just to control it a little better
continue to activate my walking shoe
(Looking back on life's struggles and how faith in God has pulled me through)
No matter the day, the world keeps turning
So in our tiny place in the universe
It remains our choice, our own little segment
No matter the obstacles we transverse
The paradise we feel is in part our own making
Happiness and contentment will come
Beginning each day with a positive outlook
There is nothing we can't overcome
I've lived many years and stored much knowledge
Guess no more than the average joe
But we do tend to pick up some useful information
A bunch more the further we go
So I offer my experience to you younger folks
As hard as it sometimes appears
A silver lining is just beyond the horizon
Trust me, you have nothing to fear
For no matter your day, tomorrow will appear
With it's promise of happier times
With a right frame of mind anything's possible
The future will continue to shine
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Hungry Games Continue…
In a rose monkey moment
Hungry rides its pale horse
Into the sunset—Stunned;
Basketball bellies
Refuse to deflate
Even in death.
The hunger games continue…
My sweet Dr. Kimberley called me today
I'll be here for a while, good to hear her say
Need Vitamin B12
For memory health
Thankfully though, I can continue my ballet
© Jack Ellison 2015
NATURE’S SINGLE DADS:
THE AUSTRALIAN EMU
The next sixteen months:
CRR-ACK ~ “That’s loud,” he exclaims getting up on his legs, so knobbly and thin.
He looks down to the ground,
where he first heard the sound,
and says, “Now it’s your turn to begin.”
Hours go by, as each little chick tries to break free of its protective cover.
They all work their way,
throughout the long day,
then all greet their father-come-mother.
For his new family he breaks the last shell. To his fluffy striped chicks, he’s their mother.
As they grow older under Dad’s shoulder
he will nurture, each sister and brother.
In time, they will leave his home on the dance floor; a single dad, with chicks he will roam.
With high steps he will prance.
They will learn every dance
for survival, before he goes home.
With the changing seasons, Emund finds reasons to leave his young chicks on their own
Others join with his brood
now there’s plenty of food,
Emund turns and again, he’s alone.
Not taking the chance of being late for the dance Emund picks up his speed on the track.
They won’t meet at his gate
if he gets home too late
to dance to the rhythms of the outback.
The Australian Emu; one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species in the extremes of the outback.
This house I live in chose me long ago, because
somehow I had already been there before it was
completely built.
I remember that I had gone upstairs to see what
it was like, and when I arrived in the master bedroom
I remembered that the sliding glass door was opened and
the partially closed vertical blinds flowed gently in the wind.
God heard me say then if I were to live here that I would have
enough space to dance and glorify Him.
Up against a range of beautiful mountains my house does reside.
When I desire I move the blinds aside to gaze upon the beautiful
Catalinas so grand and tall.
I am never truly alone here for my Father God and my little dog
keep me company, keep me loved and happy.
Full of unspeakable joy; as do many of my neighbors here.
My hope is that I do the same for them.
I have lived without a TV for quite some time now and do you know
what? I don't miss it much and really not at all!
For the news didn't always have the greatest things to say about
the state of affairs that we are in; how evil man can be; who killed
who; famine and diseases seem to reign inside the world's headlines.
When there are good things to report it seems precious few.
But inside this house with the music always on I continue to dance
and praise Him; and I pray for everyone and everything that needs prayer.
I lift it all to the Lord as I continue to dance and praise.
And then things become brighter and full of certain hope even if there seems
to be outside a howling wind.
S.E. Clark copyright 2015
The devastation is beyond comprehension
Little can be done to control its dimension
Fort McMurray is ablaze
For relief we all pray
As the tragedy continues in spite of intervention
Mame Blackwell, small light-skinned woman with harsh gray eyes.
That told a grave story of her encounters with death and hardship.
The edge of her mien was sharpened by the blade of the wicked and taken grip.
And her spirit for life was drained years ago, and her tears have long since dried up.
She had a stern manner of makeup.
She was a non-conformist with modern styles of flimsy dresses.
She wore a white scarf around her head to hide her thin gray tresses.
Her skirts were faded and worn, and drag the Carolina soil with her.
And the thin blades of grasses likewise concur.
For many years she wrapped her strong twig-like fingers around small bodies of all hues and gender and pulled them into this rigorous existence.
With tenacity and persistence.
Many rugged seasons ago, she squatted in the center of her one room shack and pushed to the floor her one and only child.
To her, at that moment in time life seemed reconciled.
She was young in years but knew not how many.
The ones that possessed her; thought little of the importance of telling her., and this insensitive act was the object of her acrimony.
copyright 2016 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake
Continually and often shall I praise you
as long as I am breathing I will praise you
as long as I live I will shout your name
in voice all activate my life I'll speak your praises
as long as I'm breathing I will praise you
I will praise you as long as I live and your name
in voice I'll activate my life I'll speak your praises
your name I will lift up my hands and praise
I will praise you as long as I live and your name
as long as I live I will shout your name
your name I will lift up my hands in praise
continually and often shall I praise you
5/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Freedom is the realization that freedom is just another drug to calm a pain, to continue the show,
And this drug comes in a variety of models, prices for the mass market or highly segregated niches.
In the chaotic silence, where souls meet in untamed dreams,
Lies the immeasurable truth we hide in the delicate silks of self-deception,
Freedom, an illusion sold in shiny packages, like lost ancient amphorae,
Changes its form for every thirsty soul, soothing the silent pain that creeps into the shadows.
Watching the spectacle of life, we drown in the symphony of daily experiences,
Each inner battle is an unending act of a cosmic play,
This drug leads us, shapes us, keeps us captive in its snares,
Offering us infinite illusions of escape, creating an ephemeral paradise, only to trap us.
In a world where prices are etched in the ephemeral gold of our desires,
Profits swell, our dreams turn into transactions,
A reality sold in vast commercial spaces or isolated market corners,
Carefully packaged, tailored for the masses or for the few, the chosen, the segregated.
The stream of consciousness guides us through rivers of unspoken thoughts,
In the depths of our own reflections, where we find truth and lies, freedom and captivity,
In every moment of silence, we decipher maps of our minds, seeking corners of paradise,
The hidden treasures of our soul seep through the veins of time, slowly decrypting our power.
Freedom is as twisted as the winding path of a mountain road,
An antidote to pain, a fleeting solace for unseen wounds,
We have grown accustomed to seeking this remedy, embracing the illusion with open arms,
Only for a time, we travel through the realm of the unknown, trying to heal what we cannot see.
In the depths of the stream of consciousness, we reveal ourselves entirely,
Becoming seekers of truth through layers of lies and false hopes,
We are explorers of our own freedom, held captive by purchased delusions,
With each breath, each step, we liberate ourselves, only to shackle ourselves again.
There, in the shadow of the show, we understand that freedom is more than a drug,
It is a journey, an infinite mystery, a quest for the peace we need,
It is the eternal dance of life and desire, a waltz between truth and illusions,
And thus, we continue to dream, to seek, to live.
Let’s continue in our faith*, having been rescued from hell's damnation
…secured within God’s redemption, verily gracious
…feasting in His eternal salvation’s assurance peaceful joy
…loving Him with devotion’s utmost.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been granted with divine inheritance
…guided by the Lord’s omniscient wisdom
…dwelling in His plan enriched with virtues
…showing sincere repentance from carnal succumbing.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been cleansed from sins’ filthiness
…sanctified by the Holy Spirit’s purging
…beseeching His pardon in our earnest confession
…pursuing after holiness’ fervour.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been called to divine stewardship
…molded through the perfecting workmanship of the Creator
…walking along the Saviour’s righteousness
…worshipping with our thanksgiving sacrifice.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been freed from vain religiosity
…guarded with the immutable and infallible Word
…trusting His promises, conquering falsity and doubt
…standing on the authority of the Almighty Sovereign.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been chosen to work for Christ’s glory
…empowered by His victorious triumph
…involving in His purpose of spreading the Gospel
…bearing fruits in His church ministry pursuits.
Let’s continue in our faith, having been abased from pride’s height
…led toward the Master’s perfect will, wondrously delightful
…seeking His presence in our desire to be Christ-like
…reflecting His light, radiantly shining.
*Colossians 1:23 …Continue in the faith grounded and settled, and be not moved away from the hope of the gospel, which ye have heard, and which was preached to every creature which is under heaven…
February 23, 2020
Transitions continue….
I don’t know when it happened….or when I knew….
It was so subtle….I was just thinking about you one day….
And then couldn’t stop thinking about you all day….
I started itemizing life….things I like….things I love….
I love listening to your voice and all your stories….
I love the melody of your snoring….peaceful sleep….
The lyrics of your heartbeat….singing in my ear….
I love the strength of your embrace….the serenity….
I wish I could have been there….to comfort you….
After each nightmare….after each disappointment….
To lullaby you back to blissful rest….hold you….
Until all your lifelong dreams could come true….
Why don’t we recognize love each time….?
Why is it so different….so much the same….?
It’s not like I’ve never known it in my life….
Can you have more than one obsession….?
Is it “falling in love”…. how does it happen ….?
Is it “being in love” …how does it reveal itself….?
It can hit you like a brick….or like a feather…
How many times does it come to you in a lifetime….?
I don’t know the answers to these questions….
I think it may be better that way….mysterious….
Hitting you unexpectedly….mercilessly….
Then there’s no way to stop it or change it….
We cannot continue with this hatred for fellow Americans.
Regardless of political party, views and presidency.
The hatred fueled and projected onto others will destroy us.
We must take a strong look at the issues at hand that led us here.
The division is more than I have ever seen and must be bridged.
It is imperative that we tolerate differences, to find a way together.
There have been politicians and media instigating a big divide.
We can only choose now to reach the other side, for our country.
Most everyone wants a safe, lawful, free place to live.
This does not mean bullying, rioting and outright revenge.
Americans have seen enough and had enough, this is true.
It is time for us to take the most positive actions we can take.
Be as honorable as we can and reach out to others with respect.
We must return to core values to stop this spiraling downfall.
Some of the things happening are spinning to leading no-where.
I truly believe it is time to look at why we have reached this place.
Be not what you see in the chaos, but what you truly believe inside.
Take not the lawless actions that have somehow been empowered.
Stand strong for yourself, for others, for our home of this land.
For only in moral strength will we return to a just and free society.
This is the way, because our free will gives us the ticket to do it RIGHT!
We cannot continue like this!
Heidi Sands