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Forty One

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I don't know where my head is, I don't even know where 
I'm heading what's the heading on this letter return to 
sender another highway to Heaven. Man shouldn't be 
alone but I don't wanna be selfish I got brothers & sisters 
dying without the Gospel Lord help me to be selfless I'm 
feeling so helpless sin haves me feeling captured sin 
brings death I'm just a product of disaster my actions 
speak louder than words could ever speak just another 
sleepless night cold sweats running down my cheek, I feel 
so confused but I'm focused I'm sick of overdosing on 
sinful addictions repentance is the prescription and I 
made a choice to prescribe to the saviour the Holy Lamb 
of David, the only one who could save me, change me, 
hang me on that cross is in his place my transgressions I 
can't erase should I save face, nah, I been saved with 
grace that's amazing, love unchanging, no matter what 
woman I encounter it's you Lord God that I'm chasing, so 
here I am trying to figure out where I go from here, order 
my steps O Lord draw me near, this is my cry for help 
knowing I can't help myself, I only want to do your will 
and make the best out of the cards I been dealt.
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Micro Forty One

Art; The fine line of not caring at all 
and giving everything  you’ve got .


Flash-Backs At Forty-One

Memories sharpen with hastening years…
Sand-box and shovel and toys
And tree-forts and pranks, and my Sunday-school thanks,
Little boy yearnings and joys.

Later, Tom Sawyer’s the would-be Don Juan,
Highways, and one-night hotels.
Cheap beer at the bar. And an unlucky star
Lighting those furnished room hells.

Finally, faces of long-ago friends
Focus, recede and return;
One dead and some wed…souvenirs in my head.
Brilliant memories burn
Sweeter than incense, within the mind’s urn.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member December Seventh Forty One

December Seventh Forty One
By Franklin Price
12/07/2024

December seventh forty one
Was quite some time ago
Soon will be a century
With no one left to know

What happened on that awful day
When the planes came overhead
Sunk our ships and killed our people
But our country was not dead

We responded to the melee
And by nineteen forty five
We dropped the “A” bombs on Japan
To keep millions more alive

We became the power on the Earth
Now eight billion mouths to feed
We're no more in isolation
The whole world now has our need

For all of us to come together
We're the ones who do that best
We have never gone to conquer
Though we're oft put to the test

We spread our aid throughout the world
Trillions of dollars now in debt
Most of the countries run by capitalists
To compete with us, you bet

Less than one percent now hold the wealth
As we continue on the ride
They steer the Earth's economy
We're up against the rising tide

What the airplanes did that morning
In Pearl Harbor long ago
Was not as bad as is what's happening
In the world now, that we know

If we don't soon come together
To make sense of where we are
Our great country of America
Will be, at last,  a fallen star

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