Best Cut And Run Poems
I now see the crossroads my time is at hand
I’ve met the devil and proudly taken my stand
With my Lord and my God my heart will stay true
No matter what happens I’ll stand here with you
Your loyalty and wisdom are beyond compare
You gave us your life and paid for our fare
You give love for all, and you go all in
You hold our hearts in your hands and forgive man’s sin
Forgive me my Lord for all that I’ve done
I have let you down and you’ve never cut and run
Please see my heart and know that it’s true
I’m down on my knees, I’m here just for you
Watch my brothers and sisters and their children as well
I pray they believe, and in your kingdom, they’ll dwell
Please help us God I humbly pray
Please help guide us through these darkened days
July 30, 2020
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Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
What is your assignment? Why are you here?
Do you know your purpose and are you prepared?
Many of us are lost and in a state of confusion
We don't know our purpose and have come to no conclusions
We need to realize that it's our attitude and relationship with Christ
Which will determine our altitude and our aptitude in this life
To not concede during seasons of chaos and destruction
To believe that God has our back with a heavenly production
To comprehend that the Lord God answers to no one
As He is the Creator of everything under the sun
To fully understand that God makes the final choice
Amen, so be it He has the final voice
And it does not matter how complex or crazy is the task
Your assignment is to do whatever the Lord God asks
And you don't have the luxury to participate in the decision
For God's plans are designed with heavenly precision
He knows what you're capable of and what you can endure
And He will fully equip you to do your assignment and more
Just have the spirit of excellence when getting the task done
As it will separate you from those who always cut and run
For the beauty of excellence highlights the ugliness of complacency
And complacency is the trait that God had no desire to see
A God sized assignment requires that you do your best
And with a God shaped attitude you will ace the test
But first and foremost do a true self examination
To see if you're still able to handle the situation
To now think critically and take a second look around
To see if you're still operating with all cylinders on the ground
And if a God sized shift must be made
A new horizon in your life will be laid
And every aspect in you will be rearranged
So that you can bring about true change
Never forget that the depth of your God relationship in this life
Will be the foundation of how you worship Christ
Just don't get it twisted by misunderstanding your assignment and your role
You can't replace God for you ain't got that kind of power nor control
Just pray that the Lord God finds favor in you
And that His grace and mercy will come pouring through
A God sized assignment requires a God shaped attitude
Just be excellent when doing the task that for you God did choose
Thank you, Father, for hearing me
and sharing in my pain
the only one bar whom you serve
who offers no disdain.
From Mansfield's pits to the Western front
the stories I could tell
legless, blinded, gassed and bombed
my mates who fought and fell.
Sent to fight against my will
never done nothing bad
this khaki's for a fighting man
not a simple miner's lad.
Day in, day out with no relief
the onslaught never ceased
until the day I said 'no more'
took off, and headed east.
Stupid, looking back on it
the fear that made me run
from a fate that maybe I'd have missed
I'll see at the rising sun.
Tell the lads who'll send me off
I bear them no ill will
whether Frenchie, Fritz or Tommy boy
a kill is just a kill.
At least I'll miss the sights of all
the rest they'll surely send
just hope by Christmas, like they said
this bloody mess all ends.
Tell family I'm sorry
forgive me, hope they might
for all I done was cut and run
and this end just ain't right.
I want my Mum
June 28th 2015 for competition 'Short shrift' , sponsored by John Lawless
As if the sea calmed his tides to lie down in peace
As if the thunders began to sing sweet lullabies
As if the flared up volcano spouted jasmine and lilies
Serenity sits on his face when he sleeps.
In the stillness of the night, when the fierce lion gently hugs his love,
He sleeps like a king dozing in the tranquility of his queen's lap.
Like a feeble creeper that fondly cuddles the mighty banyan
He folds himself, as he sleeps like a baby in the mother's womb.
The nap-time charm on his face is a mug of morning coffee
The peace on his closed eyelids is the midnight's melody
The rhythm of his breath sets stage for a splendid salsa
Simple curve on his dreaming lips turns down the charm of Cinderella.
When he sleeps,
he glitters like a white pearl in the garland of black beads,
he shines like a daisy in the garden of violets,
his face resembles a magic wand cut and run from a magician's sleeve
he appears like a peace treaty that ends an incessant battle.
A good book in a nightstand
A mild balm on chapped lips
A peaceful hour of meditation
A plate full of delightful candies
A cosy bed in a cradle
A warm blanket on shivering skin - All have knocked my door,
Said that they can't wait anymore,
to witness on his face, the dance of pleasance.
I genially welcomed them to feel the heavens.
I let them all to see him along with me
Their hearts were filled with eternal glee.
The Book of Proverbs deals with wisdom and instructions
Its God's word on how to live a life of knowledgeable production
Its a reflection on godly actions and godly behavior
A wisdom driven book served with some spiritual flavor
So when you read this book don't take it literally
Contextualize the words and reflect on them conceptually
Wisdom is supreme and we need to heed it totally
And then apply it to life in a way most seriously
And when we use the words of God and all the truth it contains
Lead us not to our own understanding but allow the Holy Spirit to reign
To meditate and contemplate on the anointed word of God
By infusing it into our souls, our minds and our hearts
A wisdom driven life is to come to discover
That If you use godly wisdom over adversity you'll recover
Now better able to deal with life's highs and lows
Now better able to deal with people and their drama shows
Now better able to overcome addictions in all its forms
By apply godly wisdom to help you stay strong
A wisdom driven life is to trust in God's directions
By using His wisdom with skillful discretion
Now prepared when opportunity does come
Not allowing anything to make you cut and run
And it matters not your age, your gender nor your race
Now using godly wisdom to rise up in place
So don't allow anyone to perceive you as just a hustler or a taker
Use the gifts that God's given to you to be a mover and a shaker
No longer to use social media as just something to amuse
To turn it into a business so that income will infuse
To stop using drugs and alcohol to anesthetize your pain
No longer distracted as a way to deflect your hurt and shame
Now thinking outside of the box and letting wisdom rule
As wisdom is knowledge and knowledge is God's most powerful tool
are we cowards
hiding in the dark of night
or heroes awaiting daybreak?
sinners, mocked in guilt’s disguise,
saints, averting sinner’s eyes
borrowers and lenders of
the fleeting touch of heartless love,
bearers of a passioned torch
or pillars of a crumbled church.
do we define our fear
as enlightened self interest,
our bravery as self sacrifice,
if we were shadows of the sun
would we hold fast
or cut and run,
fear the sound of terror’s heart
beating in the lightless dark,
quell the pounding and declare
I am the light
Who sent me here.
John G. Lawless
12/24/2013
IT MATTERS NOT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
It matters not the price , I shall not cut and run
I will muster up the strength til the battle done
Unsheathe my sword, toil; til the conflict won
Should I perish before the victory is reached
I pray others will rise and fill in the breach
Crown your laurels there are acmes to reach
Challenge all corruption til the victory is won
Imposing evil ever ignored, ousted put on the run
All injustices challenged so truth can carry on
Evils unimpeded strengthen n continue to grow
Rise up and face them, administer the fatal blow
Lesson to all tyrannies to reap the sins they sow
I see the writing on the wall
but just can't seem to read
I know deep down what I must do
but can't seem to see the need
Questions going to and fro
debates that wage their war
a heart that's feeling heavy
and a conscience getting sore
Am I just avoiding
what I know is right
is this all just temporary
a little short of sight?
But it's so hard to start again
when feeling numb from care
and emotions that you thought you had
are now just barely there
I know that I'm the one to blame
for opening up the door
and in storms my confusion
and throws me to the floor
So is this really what I want
a life I've know forever
or is it time to cut and run
a past completely sever?
How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.
I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.
I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.
It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.
I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play
The captain of the times a dragon's flood If all the lies were so true - refrain While darkening the Spaniard’s main blood I’d be the richest how ‘bout you – refrain Riches untold they write their own code Taking , raking, staking the shadowy gold With the lord of shadow’s face on the rum Morgan and the devil are on a cut and run Where lines are blurred and things are heard Winning is the word and Polly is the only bird I know this is what you do with the drunken sailor Dress 'em up as a tailor make’em a legend’s wailer Sing songs of wealth, power and too good to be true As the empty soldier is paying the devil his deep blue
I am the Council spokesman
sat here in my darkened room
I'm only dragged out in those times of
misery and gloom.
Whenever there's a foul-up or
a bitter pill to swallow
my very anonymity means
my words won't sound too hollow.
For concerts, openings, grand events
with VIP's to meet
plus free food and publicity
then you'll see the elite.
They'll embrace all of the kudos
parading for the world to see,
but when it all goes belly up, the
phone call is for me.
Excuses at the ready, say my piece
then cut and run
into my fall-out bunker, no,
it isn't that much fun.
Still when disaster strikes again
I'm here when duty calls
since those in power haven't the
sincerity or the courage.
Smiling sun scarpered, sad stormy sky,
from east to west a veil of charcoal grey,
we watched as flocks of nervous birds flew by,
bird feeders idle, clients stayed away.
The cat, now bored with toys, and time to kill,
ears twitching, on alert surveyed the gloom
and turned to climb down from the windowsill
when heaven sparked, and lightning bleached the room.
Fur stood on end, eyes lit up like twin suns,
unsure what she had seen or what to do,
a second flash clinched it- to cut and run,
split-second silhouette shot out of view.
The predator had now become the prey,
creature and elemental paths had crossed,
for one who thought she had things all her way
now shown by angry sky who is the boss.
Like skipping ropes above the distant trees
the lightning danced, then began to fade
wet leaves all now consoled by gentle breeze
and rooftops washed in ever lighter shades.
She sauntered out like nothing had occurred,
sat on the sill and thought “Now, where's those birds?”
For contest 'Describe a Thunder storm without sense of sound', sponsor Brenda Chiri
25th February 2018
Can you find beauty,
in things not pleasant to the eyes?
Can you be nice,
to things you don't recognize?
Can you find sunshine,
on a rainy day?
Can you remain silent,
when you have things to say?
Can you fight,
when you're tired to the bone.
Can you call it quits?
leave well enough alone.
Can you be ok,
in the lonely moments?
Can you stay strong,
in the midst of disappointments?
Can you take,
it all in stride?
Can you in the face of chaos?
pocket your pride.
Can you wear a smile;
when you want to cry?
Can you be ok,
in the blink of an eye?
Can you believe,
in things you can't, see?
Can you hear,
the music if it's off key?
Can you really expect,
tomorrow to come?
Can you still feel pain?
when you're numb.
Can you get up,
and do what needs to be done,
Can you figure out,
when it's time to cut and run.
Can you still believe,
when you know there is no way out?
Can your opinion change,
when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt?
Can you be kind,
to someone you have taking a dislike to?
Can you help someone,
in worse shape than you?
CAN YOU??
TURBO1904 11/29/2021
Lady use those words not in jest,
for they cut and run so deep, best
it left to silence less the pain to
reap. Don't taunt me with the old
promises of tomorrow, this heart
lives for today and has no pace
with sorrow. Remember, regrets
are for those that don't commit,
that dark place where doubt and
the Devil sit. No false accolades
required , only truth and love to
be desired. If it is not to be fully
returned, just leave me rest with
fingers burned. I would not hate
but love you more, the honest
heart I would adore.
Uttering sugar-coated words is one dimension
Promising to love is one aspect, we must love
Walking on the head is crazy, we must embark on the mission
That proves our readiness and willingness to give
Stacks of moons and stars we promise
In our haste to gain social mileage
In the wake of the longing we increase
On our Facebook page
Cos promising belittles the dignity
Inherent in a spirit of true sacrifice
Which gives the little it can both here and at infinity where affinity
Traverses promise chasms and holds that it doesn’t suffice
To raise hopes on sentimental slopes we intend to dash
At the earliest opportunity we exploit then cut and run
Like the yellow cowardice we flash
When partners demand more than the fun
We long to access in the social process
Where we profess to give much
Deliver less than we access in terms of genuine progress
We purloin as soon as hallowed happiness from others shamelessly we snatch.