Best Travailing Poems

The land was cloaked in a black dress,
The crowd was watching my Christ die,
When the blinding darkness, the deafening stillness 
Was shattered by an overwhelming cry;

Resonating, reaching up to heaven across-
A cry in anguishful agony,
My Saviour crying on the cruel cross-
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

A cry...

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Unwrapping a Day With Hope

reflections
in a mirror
wear questions
a soul barren
of answers---
unequivocal

travailing
considerations
traverse
the spirit
cycling ideas
undeniable

it is
it’s now
unquestionable
clinging now
to grace
indisputable

wrapping
with faith 
the questions
unwrapping
the gift
of hope
 

All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013...

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Two thousand feet in the belly of the earth
So near the opulence of golden ore
And so far the poor man's dream of worth
From the falling sweat of toil
Around the Chilean house
The wringing hands toll in silent prayer
This early subterranean image rise
Before the stark and brimming...

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I kept looking at the full moon as it burst through the deep blue clouds
searching under big trees dark bushes rubble and stores
uncovering antiquated act who's sin has painted the house top in black
The moon spreads joy and wonder 
It spills rain water on ...

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Endless Chase

Dreams broken
Anthills of fear lurking
Failing forward
Nothing to lean on
The walls crack
Sorrows rack
Musing dryness
Patience
Paling
Oceans of nothingness travailing
Hopelessness hatching
Triggers pulling
Death beckoning
Casket lower
Thresholds folding
Priest dusting dust
Vanity looming
Eternity an endless chase...

Written by Awoh Kingsley...

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Free style

Fire travailing and traveling
Lies basking behind
Sorrows burrowing my bones
Empitiness dueling sleeplessness
Vain expectations looming
Kith and kins nagging
Heaven's gate silence
Prayers turn thorns
Tide and time tumbling
Girls gnashing
Money mocking
A wise man of Gotham 
Lost in the bin
Looking and lulling
Head empty
Bed bugs bagging
Streets streaming
Echoes hanging in the air
Kisses chasing
Two...

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Oh my God
Can you hear your child.
down below
in the pit
I’m crying out of my soul
I’m repenting now

Forgive me
for all of my sins
cleanse me now
wash me clean
From the inside out Oh God
Transform me this day

Lord Oh Lord
unto thee I cry
travailing
tears I cry
 from out of my...

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He walks through the deserts of time,
Raising his voice for life's prime,
Sharing and converting,his words do rhyme,
As he selflessly serves without seeking a dime,
He hopes to help pay sin's fine,
Leaving our heart's bell to chime,

He works with an eye single to God's glory,
Travailing and putting...

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When I step into your presence, I only come for one thing and that is to offer you my
worship. Since I don’t know how to give to you what you have given to me. I just lay
myself at your feet and listen to your voice....

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Beholdest thou thy visage upon the looking glass 
and art plagued by gloom most ravenous?
Dost thou bemoan the man of rags thou art
unworthy to wallow in stardust?

Sufferest thou the curse of inferiority
with a lowered head to behold the towers of the city?
Thinkest thou to be...

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Jam packed little brown suitcase 					                
Post cards along the way   					                
Scenic...

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Can you remember the moments we shared?

I was travailing in the dark,
I had no  money in my pocket.

Never sure of what to do,
I met you and
Found myself in you.
You burning deep in my heart,
It felt so right.

Holding me, face to face,
Touching me, cheek to...

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(Patterned off the famous folk song 'Men of Harlech,' which is in the public domain.)

Men of freedom hear them wailing,
from the truth they’re always quailing,
scared of work or real travailing,
not like free-born men.
Men of freedom stop their screaming,
and their socialistic dreaming,
give them all a much-earned...

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Walking this path.
Once populous,
Now desolate
Ambushed!
An unspeakable ambush
Now you're travailing
Just inhaling and exhaling
Breathing!
The precious breath of life
Spiritual bombs are colluded 
Progression and motion momentarily occluded
Building a fortress amid blasts
Days and nights of praying and long fasts 
Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked
So to the...

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On a cold, summer day
in a desolate, dry land
deserted by a forest who thought too highly of itself
to be associated with such a place
Travailing on a journey
what I'd like to call 'My Wilderness Experience'
without knowing in which direction I should travel
looking back, remembering, yet perplexed
with...

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