Best Tackling Poems
Skipping past daisies
twirling with ease
smiling at nature
and all that does please
tackling life's worries
with a heart full of grace
answering God's calling
with an angelic face
bathing in jasmine
aged like fine wine
a scent of forever
from beginning of time
rich red cherry blossoms
left with a kiss
flowering a kinship
one cannot dismiss
skipping past daisies
with the soon setting sun
comfort her beauty
two grow now as one
. The yellow cream filled twinkie
A frozen delight,
Try eating it nice and cold;
Tongue enveloping
Tonsil tackling
Throat filling
Cream!
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{throw them in the freezer before you eat them}
inspired by:
sweet treat contest (Laura Mckenzie)
Savannah Night
There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.
The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The first pair's job to spook the herd now is done.
The rest spread out, now taking up the deadly hunt.
Working quickly they target one and separate it.
One lioness jumps on its back then slips off and is trampled.
Another tackling it face on is gored in the shoulder.
But the rest soon have it cornered and it is soon smothered.
As it dies the pride are already ripping open its belly.
The blood covers the land red as it seeps into the soil
There will be feasting tonight as the lions gather to eat.
Snarling as they rip into the warm carcass, blows lashing out,
As they vie for position, pushing and shoving each other.
The hunt was long and hard, the fruits came at high price.
Two lioness wounded, one will die. Such is the cost of success.
A calf bawls for its mother, yet she cannot answer its call.
Sadly it is too young to live, it will end up a tasty morsel.
Sated the lions rest in the early sunlight as cubs play.
Life for now on the savannah continues, and peace reigns.
The walker prevails without his brimmed hat,
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats
which seek to explore each orifice bare -
to sample the blood from here and from there,
as discerning vintner sups from each vat.
Tackling a gradient sure to task fat
the rambler struggles, with scowl for farm cat
which extended stretch and yawn smugly shares.
The walker prevails.
Somehow, surroundings seem terribly flat -
land less a life-force than foot-worn doormat.
Even the birds have no energy spare;
in the heat of this day, fox ignores hare.
Yet, like strong tail-ender last in to bat,
the walker prevails.
Skipping past daisies
twirling with ease
smiling at nature
and all that does please
tackling life's worries
with a heart full of grace
answering God's calling
with an angelic face
bathing in jasmine
aged like fine wine
a scent of forever
from beginning of time
rich red cherry blossoms
left with a kiss
flowering a kinship
one cannot dismiss
skipping past daisies
with the soon setting sun
comfort her beauty
two grow now as one
If you knew the danger you were in you wouldn't hesitate
In not realizing the effects of sin you sit around and wait
Doing nothing to prepare everything else taking precedence
Oh! But the cost of being unaware is so completely immense
For if you only knew the fact that things are seen and unseen
And realize how we all lack, then you would know what I mean
But here upon the divide you sit not knowing you're even seated
I would have to admit it looks like satin already has you defeated
If you only knew of His Story, how Jesus already paid Your price
How all of Heaven sings His Glory and NOTHING else will suffice
How He suffered and died on that Cross so you could live forever
But this Gift you just toss going about tackling your next endeavor
Yeah if you only knew your adversary, what he's always trying to do
That he has only one worry, that you'll finally find out what is true
If only you had known of this choice, not putting it off to the side
There'll be no reason to rejoice seeing all along that satan has lied
John 5:19
We know that we are children of God,
and that the whole world is under the control
of the evil one.
Come what may the sun will continue to shine
whether I weather my crazy bipolar moods or not
Every rainbow has its rain every day its hour
every vision of me, never quite the same;
Inside this mind there lives a thought that I cannot restrain
emotion floods my soul like a diamond dusted steel blade
moving me forward, like the other hand of time
no I'm never really fine
From euphoria to manic mode I dance and then I cry
a one moment life passes me by, the next I want to die
Banishing hope from me, tackling me to the ground
one minute I'm crying and the other, I'm fine
Come what may the sun will continue to shine
time after time, after time.
PS: this poem is dedicated to all the brave warriors
who struggle with depression and bipolar disease.
May 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 14-15
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 14:2 And David perceived that the LORD had confirmed him king over Israel, for his kingdom was lifted up on high, because of his people Israel.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CONFIRMS OUR PRAYER
Praise be to God for confirming our prayer:
Perceived by His enlightenment
Presented with earnestness
Propelled for edification
Propped upon eternity
Pushed to evangelize
1Chronicles 14:10 Praise be to the Lord Who
responds to our enquiry that assures:
Truth that is tested
Triumph against tests
Thanksgiving midst trials
Trust with thoughtfulness
Tact tackling tremendous tricks
1Chronicles 15:26 Praise be to the Saviour
for His help that is:
Always strong
Assertively sure
Abundantly supplied
Affirmatively Scriptural
Available and safely steadfast. Amen!
May 4, 2024
Each day is a new day for the Police
Looking around protecting and serving the public
With a smile and politeness
They guard us from deadly criminals
Whether the weather is cold or hot, wet or dry
Whether they fear or feel joy
Whether they are sad or mad
Whether they are sick or not
Whether day or night
No matter what their personal lives holds
They took an oath to serve and protect you and me
To maintain peace, order and crime prevention
They have unlimited duties such as VIP security, Border guarding
Tackling smugglers drug traffickers and counter terrorism
And they thrive with such perfectionism
When the whole world is in deep sleep
They walk in streets looking out for any potential crime and criminals
To protect us from thieves and dangerous criminals.
They are injured, stressed, trying to do the right thing
Where we would dare not to be there in their place.
Out of honour, duty, justice and respect
They strive to save the lives they haven't met
To protect this world from the coldness and dark
They sacrifices their family and their loved ones
In order to protect us and our families at the cost of their own lives
The badge they wear is heavy that carries all the burdens
With many responsibilities overburdened
To promise to help those in need
And comforting them indeed
For they would stand guard, to serve and protect.
They never know what the day will bring
For that day could be their last day in their lives
They hardly hear the praise they deserve
They hardly are appreciated for their hard work.
They hardly hear the words of Thanks
They are the ones who do incredible sacrifice
Making the world better by their sacrifice
Every day in everyway
They are the real heroes who risk their lives every day
For they have a dangerous job
Bringing different challenges throughout every day
They are constantly being faced with the unknown and the unpredictable situations
With frustrations and complications, when the things are complex.
With pride integrity they protect our world
And making a better place to live in.
Their commitment is beyond priceless
Always willing to give their life to protect others
May God bless them and keep them safe
Be proud to be the Police officer!
Sea waves
surface guards
of inner wet lords.
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Controversial storm
hard-tackling the captains ship
God is the referee.
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captains spyglass failed
overwhelmed by ambushed storm
crew helter skelter.
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Plain hearted sea
men sailed
pirates flags raised up.
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Autumn sea breeze
echoing melodies
a beach lullaby.
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BY: CHARLES MELODY, (LIGHTNING INK).
There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.
The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The first pair's job to spook the herd now is done.
The rest spread out, now taking up the deadly hunt.
Working quickly they target one and separate it.
One lioness jumps on its back then slips off and is trampled.
Another tackling it face on is gored in the shoulder.
But the rest soon have it cornered and it is soon smothered.
As it dies the pride are already ripping open its belly.
The blood covers the land red as it seeps into the soil
There will be feasting tonight as the lions gather to eat.
Snarling as they rip into the warm carcass, blows lashing out,
As they vie for position, pushing and shoving each other.
The hunt was long and hard, the fruits came at high price.
Two lioness wounded, one will die. Such is the cost of success.
A calf bawls for its mother, yet she cannot answer its call.
Sadly it is too young to live, it will end up a tasty morsel.
Sated the lions rest in the early sunlight as cubs play.
Life for now on the savannah continues, and peace reigns.
He's a versatile "man of all trades,"
pursues anything new, virtually self-made.
He's a photographer, a minister and a poet,
immerses himself totally but before you know it
he's off and running, tackling something new
He's built homes, cell towers, churches, boss of the crew.
He publishes books, serves as president of our group
If something's happening he's never out of the loop.
A proud do-it-yourselfer, he repairs whatever breaks,
services cars, saws down trees, no matter what it takes.
He took voice lessons, learned to fly a plane,
changed the course of my life, but let me explain.
He was teaching, after hours, for extra money
"I'm saving this for a big vacation, honey.
We're going to Africa, we're gonna hunt big game
for a mere eight thousand, we'll have anything you name.
At this ranch in S. Africa, the wife's a gourmet cook,
irons your clothes while hubby shows where to look."
He built me a special gun, said I could learn to shoot;
took me to the practice range, bought pricey hunting boots.
I took Mother west to Casper visiting my younger sister.
We stayed four weeks in Wyoming because Mom missed her.
Returning home to Missouri, I was surprised to see
he'd purchased a quarter-share in a Cherokee.
I didn't mind much, after initial fear had waned;
I enjoyed seeing America, flying the skies in that plane.
We moved out of St. Louis away from all the noise
built our "old folks home" with retirement as the ploy.
Another trip to Wyoming alone, without my mate
That Piper 235 is history; I returned, alas, too late.
He'd sold his beloved plane and purchased something new,
a grand New Holland tractor painted blue, with a neon hue.
Now he's mowing ten acres and grading a gravel road,
plowing up the garden, with me sharing the load.
My life changed drastically with all my options gone.
If you plan to hunt in Africa, don't go to Wyoming alone.
You must listen closely now for the most important factor,
that's how my trip to Africa eventually became a tractor.
Dear God, I am an accuser, an accuser to the bone.
Most times I accuse because I have been accused and left to fight alone.
So God I pray this prayer for freedom from the accusation into me that’s been sown,
That I may be loved and love others, instead of tackling this life on my own.
Dear God as it concerns love and hatred or freedom and destruction,
Let me not be caught up in categories or words of elitist presumption.
Please bless me to hate the deception but to unconditionally love the deceived.
Please bless me instead of judging those who judge, to with grace their pain relieve.
Please bless me to fight the lies of men, instead of fighting those caught in lies.
Please bless me to destroy pride’s delusion yet relentlessly defend from shame’s guise.
Please bless me, as I fight all error, to always search for the error within.
For none but one have conquered this darkness, that seeps into hearts as sin.
God please let healing be my ultimate goal, much more than to critique or guide.
But please help me to consider, how even in all of my pride,
The beauty I am as your child, every time I engage your eyes,
For true you see all my evil, but more so you see my fate,
To stand as a God incarnate, full of joy at heaven's gates.
This prayer I pray in Jesus' name at the risk of loosing much esteem,
For I am a lowly accuser, but HE is the source of all seeing and author of dreams.
CHILDREN OF LAHORE
(Easter Sunday 2016)
Arms flailing
From
Her
Blue burka,
The woman
Jumps
Like a checkerboard
Piece
Up and over
The white squares
Of bedsheet
To bedsheet
To bedsheet
Each
Draped
Over a
Red blossom
Bump
Lumped
And soaked on
The gravel dust
Fairground
Floor.
Like a game of peekaboo
Between mother and baby,
The woman
Lifts
A corner of sheet
Howls
Then pins it back
With her fingernails
And just as quickly
Jumps
To the next
Small
Square
Hump-covered
Sheet
Lifts
Repeating
The move
Three hundred
More
Times.
“Ibrahim!
Ibrahim?”
A police officer puts her in handcuffs.
No, her husband
Is tackling her.
Actually,
She is a fly swatter
Crazed, swinging at new yellow ghosts.
She
Tears
Her hair
Out
From the back of her head
Like overgrown grass
Grabbed
From a mud puddle
In clumps
Clamped
In her garlic-laced fists,
Even the dirt is surprised,
Hanging
By its bloody roots,
Dripping
In the air.
That is what a bomb, does.
She was a mother
An hour before,
Before she lost her shoes,
While she sat to the side, chatting
With friends
On a bench
As the Merry-Go-Rounds
Went round and round
And round
In the safe distance
And the painted horses
Panted
In the yellow dust.
The children stood in line,
Waiting their turn,
Sharing candies
From pockets and purses,
Checking time
From their phones.
The mother’s shoes
Were spooked
Away
Like fish behind a glass
At the moment
Of the hot flash and swish.
That man,
Yes
He knocked on the glass,
He knocked on the glass,
He pressed his narrow face
As he peered in,
Yes,
He knocked on that glass
Just before
He pulled the cord
Wrapped
Round his waist.
Oh, beautiful God
How could you allow this?
How could
Even the Devil
Do it?
Only a man.
Only a man
Of unfaith,
Of course,
Could smother the sunlight, like that,
Blowing to smithereens
A playground full of children.
Dark nights and bright blue mornings
My Back against the wall,
Foot on the moon
Arm strong: I'm carrying the world,
The youth taking over!
Lets just hope we don't repeat-
the same mistakes our folks brought to this life,
From fighting for skin color to gender
And Tackling phobias,
Its tough being a human
From individuality; family; clan
And races like we racing toward something!
Call that civilization's game,
The great Olympics...
The torch lit up!
I wonder which nationality will win?
Human beings fighting for everything
Is there anything we don't fight for?
Premature species: O how we need our mother!
Nature and modernization: how we do so much for the other,
Father time: the decaying reality
Uncle Sam: O how he wants to put us back in the story.
Selfie the great lose of self
Snap shots but nothing captured,
Money makes the world go round
But the world never made money!
Humans and machines to
Robots and Androids,
Artificial intelligence: the mechanical system,
Evolution of mankind to androgynous beings,
Eugenics to cosmetics-
Beauty as ideal and knowledge for the elderly,
The formulated world and make up so expensive!