Best Straight And Narrow Path Poems
The times of which the prophets wrote is taking shape at last. It won't be long till
that fateful day we hear the trumpets blast.
The bright blue heavens will disappear, as the stars drop out of sight, the
stillness in our hearts as each day turns to night.
The times of which the prophets wrote we won't have long to wait.
As this was written long ago our destiny our fate.
We've walked not a straight and narrow path now it's time to pay our dues.
It seems the fate of all mankind is in the hands of fools.
This Prophecy is not hard to see it's the coming of the end.
On that day we're all forgiven and free to start again.
The nightmare that we all will share we don't have long to wait.
Yes it was written long ago, our Destiny, our Fate
“The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
and jewels
both can lead to detours
walking a straight and narrow path one
traverses own jungle untamed
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
not to forge ahead beyond crags or rags
is not an option once undertaking begins
screams may merge with songs or dreams
cream alongside starvation or salvation
a luminous beckoning lighthouse at end of tedium slogs hold us steady
often makes us heady
in solitude with faith we need make no haste
knowingness with Heart’s compass surely
keeps us safe
neither hazard or hurdle makes us curdle
Soul the master of destined fate never late
to turn cherished key into jewelled Home
within is majestic prize to win
Mind Bender
I try to bend my mind around a straight line.
Pondering the lies imbedded in yesterdays truths.
False prophets, masquerading on wisdoms mountain.
"come taste our wares"
I become intoxicated on prides pie.
Tasting success's extinction.
Lives forsaken,
sacrificed on altars of progress.
Beads of glass breaking in upturned palms
whispers from the fallen,
not allowed to cry out.
The language of their ancestors,
silenced,
erased.
What's left?
Is there any trace?
Oil drips along insanities highway.
Multitudes traveling gleefully in the passing lane,
destination... nowhere fast.
munching on fastfood promises
Heading towards a toothpick bridge,
trusting facades of solidity.
Smiling plastic smiles.
Turning the radio dial,
tuned to stations extolling self pride.
God complex.
"All things are possible if I believe in me!"
Living the dream,
suspended within stupidity.
Unable to bend twisted minds.
Failing to seek the straight and narrow path.
The end of us,
no muss, no fuss.
Time stands still.
Momentary pause.
The earth waits,
catches it's breath.
Abrahams Father,
presses restart...
This life of joy and sorrow, weighs heavy on a fragile soul.
Waiting ever till tomorrow, for broken hearts being made whole.
Like autumn leaves of papered gold, promises scattered on the ground.
Dreams of childhood are bought and sold, to corporate prisons we are bound.
Loving families are torn apart, children reach out for their mother.
We're born to worship from the start, the gods of gold and no other.
Sometimes at night you can still hear, People say His forbidden name.
For death we will no longer fear, and lift the burden of our shame.
If we would have just turned our head, and walked that straight and narrow path.
Sleeping peacefully in our bed, not evoking the masters wrath.
Time will tell if mercy we'll see, like the stars shining from above.
A savior that will set us free, and from heaven rain tears of love!
A feather may not break any bones while on it's downward spiral,
but it will nonetheless find a resting place
Though you may think Styrofoam isn't much of anything
if a whole house made out of it you still couldn't lift it
You may easily slice through the air thinking it's just the absence of everything else
and yet there's several megatons of the stuff in our atmosphere alone
Everything has weight
Even light will bend it's straight and narrow path
when unfortunate enough to come across a black hole
So how in the world can you still believe
that you are weightless?
Seven Yesrs Ago
Seven years ago on this very day,
The most wonderful man in my life passed away.
He was gentle and sweet and giving,
Played cards or bet horses for a living.
We’d go to the footy or soccer each weekend,
A tradition on which I could always depend.
Although Saturday morning he was very habitual,
In his chair in his undies with a wireless was his ritual.
Getting his tips and daily doubles for the horses,
I guess a precursor to a number of divorces.
His nature was one of pure generosity,
Without the slightest hint of anger or animosity.
Then One day he found the straight and narrow path,
Bought a coffee shop, and that meant hard graft.
His staff would love him and most stayed for years,
Then many years later were at his funeral in tears.
During this time I worked by his side,
I tell you this with an immense sense of pride.
His example was their for all of us to see,
Though it didn’t always bring the best out of me.
His whole family loved working in his very clean store,
His awesome sense of humour meant it was never a bore.
His wife, his sister, his daughters and his son,
All worked in that shop not for the pay but the fun.
As he grew older bad health caught up with him,
He did a little walking in an effort to get thin.
But with his Kantor genes his chances were slim,
I think his love of cheese is what did him in.
But with a quadruple bipass along with blood cancer,
Plus horrendous back surgery his body had no answer.
Pain was his best mate and constant companion,
He suffered in silence and was an absolute champion.
When his once dormant cancer reared up its head,
We knew time was short and that soon he’d be dead.
Then came a day I knew that he was dreading,
The start of chemo and his lovely hair he’d be shedding.
As he restlessly got ready for slumber that night,
His sweet heart mercifully gave up the fight.
Today well I’ll try not to feel too sad,
It’s hard but I’ll think of the good times we had,
I miss you buddy but just know that I’m glad,
For the times that we had and for being my Dad.
31/05/2018
I’m so high on life, I’m higher than the moon,
It’s no longer mind-altering substances that I consume,
I keep my feet on this straight and narrow path,
Saving my life from its downhill destructive wrath,
It’s times like these where I’ve seen brighter days,
I wake up thankful now, giving God all of my praise,
As I look back on my life, on my darkest hour,
Sober now, I see I was living my life as a coward,
I’ve done some rotten things, I’ve made some bad mistakes,
But when the time comes for me to make amends I’ll do whatever it takes,
I’m sober now, I would’ve never imagined,
That something as good as this could ever have happened,
One day at a time, simple yet so profound,
If I live my life by this, I will not be brought back down,
I’ve been through more than enough and have no regrets,
I will never put down my recovery to experience my yets,
Like I have yet to use a needle or have yet to gone to prison,
Been in jail for a few nights that’s where God gave me this vision,
That if I get clean, I have a story that needs to be told,
To encourage that next addict to get clean before his life unfolds,
Staying clean it is so simple yet it is truly hard,
But now I can reach for my dreams instead of becoming falling star,
I think about what I wanted to be before my addiction
A liar, cheat, and thief, this was not my prediction,
But life is better now, I’m headed in the right direction,
I fear no evil now that I know I have God’s protection,
I truly live each day as if it were my last,
Proud of the man I’ve become and thankful for my past,
Times still do get tough, life is never perfect,
But I know longer have to alter my mind to see that life is worth it,
So I make this commitment, I will give recovery my all,
And reach for those stars as I hold my head up high and stand up tall!
By: Albert Rosebruch
She had a squint, knocked knees and crooked teeth
But she had a heart of gold and we all loved her
Her teeth were crooked but her ways were straight
Her heart was pure and we all counted on her
She indulged in no self-pity and loathed niceness
Of the fake variety, fake piety
Which she mistook for nothing but the condenscencion
That it was
She had a squint but she saw straight through idiocy
Dressed up as compassion, liked some trend or fashion
For this she had little passion
Her teeth were crooked, her knees knocked together
But she kept on the straight and narrow path to success
Proof that, in spite of it all, she could achieve anything
And walk tall and proud, like an Empress
I'm standing on the grasslands surrounded by trees
I'm looking for my Father Shepherd I am lost amongst the leaves
Wandering aimlessly
My mind is frozen my heart pounds, crazy I'm lost
I cried aloud to the winds carry my voice
Wandering aimlessly
Why did I remove myself from the other children
Why did I wander off the straight and narrow path
Eyes wide open in the light but yet I fell into the dark
Walking aimlessly I'm lost but then the grasses in the trees of this life's park
Lit lighted days alone in earthern dark lost
Abundantly I see nothing but the trees aimlessly I stare
Earnestly I glare where has my Father gone
Yeah! I realized I'm here alone
I hear whisper or faint voice (child be not afraid ! You're not alone and Why have you gone?)
It tells me His voice son you're not lost it was your choice
You let go of my hand
And here you stand
In your mind you are alone
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I am wandering away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
But open up your spirit's heart yeah that part
Now you realize that I have been here all along
Child I am your Shepherd father God that I never leave you alone
Ford is high your shipping father God it was you who have wandered off from me alone
So now we together holding hands
In a new dance, new praise we sing
We are walking hand in hand together on this earthern valley trails
In my following of Jesus we walk with the Shepherd Father no longer lost in this worlds trails
03/08/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
My Missing Link
After waking up I did start to think
Maybe the Lord is my missing link
Who I forgot about and had ignored
With Him should strike up a chord.
If the Lord and I were on same track
And nothing would I ever have to lack
Found out that He and I are related
Learned many things and became educated.
Treat God with respect and be dignified
Realizing that all of this has signified
When in music we are on same sheet
Singing is simpler and easier to complete.
You should not go on a round about way
On straight and narrow path always stay
And if life from you too much does demand
God and Jesus are there to hold your hand.
Now that on same sheet we now are all on
Our misery with music will finally be gone
Which will easily flow when in right meter
And let Lord in my life start being leader.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
He Will Lead Me…
Jesus is with me every step that is taken,
With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken!
A straight and narrow path is what he will make,
He’s there to lead and guide me every step that I take.
Every choice I have, every step that is made,
The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID.
His word shall direct me which way I should go,
It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below.
His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction
And shall always lead me into the right direction…
By Jim Pemberton
This is the story of Joe, he use to be all aglow, loved to put on a show and whatever he did, he did like a pro.
One day he was feeling low said life was moving to slow, he felt he needed to grow and make more dough.
So he tiptoed to the sto came back with a kilo of blow, little did he know, through pure hell he was about to go.
Although he was going solo, he picked up the tempo, scored another kilo of blow, pure snow and hell soon followed.
He felt on top of the world until he met Pearl, such a beautiful girl, she became his world. Much to his suprise she was the Devil in disguise.
Even though she would beg, steal and borrow, he was still all aglow until she brought in her friend, Coco, Hello. And on a downward spiral he started to go.
The man didn't have a prayer as they turned him into his best customer. And turned his life into a movie thiller, full of snakes, wolves, gansters and killer's.
He went from aglow to full of woe. He started pacing the floor because he needed to score. So the girls took him where he could get a play and in rushed the D.E.A.
They put everyone away. But what he didn't know, he'd become the prey they were planning to end his life that day. I guess The Lord do work in Mysterious Ways.
Now all that mess he let go, good seeds he's starting to sow, instead of the night he see a beautiful rainbow and he's basking in the afterglow.
So if you want it fast but you have to stray off that straight and narrow path, take it from Joe, Don't Go you could fade into the shadow and be no mo.
Observe the movements of a serpent,
see how it moves on the ground
It never moves in a straight line;
always left to right,
right to left
Like a crooked S
That crooked walk is the serpent sway ---
never gonna come straight,
that ain't the serpent way
All I know, is what the Holy Bible say:
don't turn aside to the right hand or to the left
Walk the straight and narrow path ...
stay spiritually deft
The serpent sway is the crooked walk,
shifting right to left, then left to right
Changing the truth is how the wicked talk
The crooked walk is the serpent sway ...
never gonna come at you straight,
so don't learn to walk that way
Don't be a snake in the grass, okay!
Suffering and Misery Have Gone
I do not follow rules and am uncouth
Comply wit rebellious ways of my youth
And things am clearly starting to see
Without God there never will be a me.
Inside me is a life needing to come alive
Then survive and eventually to revive
Itself so that God can start to serve
On straight and narrow path and not swerve.
More anxious each day God want to meet
And show me how life can seem so sweet
While I will exist in my true God's grace
As many mysteries of life helps me to face.
In this new morning I am now wide awake
Great God is in each breath that I take
Out into life again shall surely proceed on
All my much suffering and misery are gone.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Big confusing words belie
how the essence of good design
is being simple, succinct, accurate and precise!
It's not conceptualizing, brainstorming,
envisioning, strategizing, theorizing,
or hypothesizing!
But, being clearly focused on the straight and narrow path
to elegant simplicity in design,
With nothing left to add,
nothing unnecessary left to take away.
Strangely, the path to keeping it simple
can involve many complex phases and diversions.
With many trials and errors made to eliminate
all the unnecessary stuff,
to get to the core of the problem,
and the kernel for the solution.
Keeping it simple
is the ultimate sophistication in design,
showing clarity of thought, in understanding the problem
and striving for ultimate elegance of
smart simplicity in design.