Best Trials And Tribulations Poems
Their really comes a time in our lives :;when we come to "REFLECT AND REALIZE" who "BROUGHT US THROUGH"!!!! I am so,so,so, glad when I look back: I KNOW AND REALIZE":LORD..........It was "YOU"!!!!!! We can look back in "OUR LIVES",and remember "The Times",when everything seemed to "GO Wrong". We don't want to loose,and "WE Pray",and ask "The Lord" to make it a brighter day!The "Lord is not weak." The Lord can make it a brighter day.The true form of "The lord" is "Power". The "Lord's meet associate is "Wisdom".We realize that "The Lord" has never left us alone.We realize that when we call on "The name of "The Lord" he will be right there,and on "Him" we can "Rely"!!! I will have to say:"When my soul looks backs and wonders how I made it over"Its so "Happy"; "I break down and cry!!!! I cry! I cry! I cry! There were times in my life when I just could not do it ,but somehow I still made it through: Now when they ask me how I made it over,I tell them: Nobody but "JESUS": He helped me make it through.Jesus Christ will "Judge The World and all of man and women kind and "The Lord God Almighty" has given this power to "The Lord And Savior Jesus Christ" and it is "True"!The "Holy Bible expresses it to every "Religion",no matter what "Religion" you belong to"!Sometimes we want to give up ,but we keep on pushing,and we realize who is bringing us through: Nobody but "The Lord": He created me and you,and he promised that he would bring us through.No matter what we may be going through;We must keep on pushing,no matter what trobles we have: we just keep on pushing,and "The lord will bring us through"!!!!We must "Behave" and never give up,because "He will never "Let us fall","Never Let Us fall":The lord will bring us through if we look back and remember how we already made it through!!!
The changing times grant the saddest of goodbyes.
Saying such gives you a power along with a mighty burden.
The power is of choice, to choose your destiny in a way not yet defined.
While the curse, in all of its splendor, acts as a lead weight in your heart.
As well as a net for all the pain we can choose to feel.
A pain so hot, it burns away all of the love left in your heart.
Causing said recipient to try putting out the fire with sweet numbing liquid.
It works, though the solution is only temporary, needing constant reapplication.
Its during these times, we are tested.
A test of the metal of our character, refining you to be one perfectly broken being.
Now incapable of feeling the fire present in the our souls, the croak in the voice.
Of times long since past, numbed away from the slow burn of the sweet liquid.
I
When a spat leaves you blue-faced and chokin'
This advice may keep love's bond unbroken:
Don't go angry to bed,
Listen to what's being said
And not merely to what's being spoken.
II
A man marries then struggles the rest of his life
Trying to keep his home free from all worry and strife.
It won't enter his head
'til long after he's dead,
That he might should have wed a less extravagant wife.
III
A new wife was installed as the queen of her house,
And for a while quite content with no reason to grouse.
T'was a cruel trick of fate
When she found out, too late,
That her mate was a souse and a louse of a spouse.
IV
A husband, fed up with his wife's constant yammer,
Went ballistic and bashed out her brains with a hammer.
At his trial her removal
Won the jury's approval,
And his (suspended) sentence, six months in the slammer.
Oh woman, Oh warrior Of where does your strength come Years of life and living Experiences are where it's from Within my wings the wisdom does live My ancestors, spirit guides, family My wings lift me, never failing to give Providing for me the power to rise above Trials and tribulations I fear not on my path through life For within the wings that carry me is Love~~~~
Allowed for his glory.
The bound burden seems so heavy,
So brutal as if to chastise,
Though that is not its purpose.
To peel back the sinful man,
And replace with divine scars.
To wrench such commonalities,
And replace with a tempered soul.
To this end, only the blessed
Will have this world beaten from them.
Cast out to leave a vessel for his grace,
And fill with the whispers of the Lamb.
Dear traveler, hearken not for peace.
Pray for trials and tribulations of the Son,
That you too might know the strength,
And the power to bleed with thanksgiving.
Oh Lord, pluck from us boastful contempt.
My heart is sour with discouragement!
Grant me courage to trust in the Word,
And know what has been given.
In the quiet darkness, in a pool of tears,
On my knees, bowed in penitence,
Surrendering the dust from which I’m made.
I give thanks for His blessings are plentiful.
I think the Lord is trying to kill me & only true depressed people can feel me, the energy in my spirit is getting to strong for my body it's like point blank from a AA-12 shotty
Some days I feel like evolving but I have Cobi & that would be a problem with no solving, some days I feel trapped in the trap with no strap no map just a wealth gap no cap , I'd rather go to jail for trying to provide for my child than for child support that would be wild
Trials And Tribulations
Love comes in many shapes....
As many shapes as hate.
For they are inseperable in
What we call on this earth, A Life.
Sadness follows close behind,
This giant feeling we call happiness.
They are, but a hair's width apart,
In most times of life.
When we cannot seperate them
With a will of own, then it is sad....
Feelings and emotions are
what we humans fashion our lives on.
We shape our spaces
With any feeling that we give power to,
Or deign to identify.
When pain, hate, sadness skips in
Close behind pleasure, love and happiness,
We do not want to entertain the former,
For we are ready to welcome the latter.
Yet, come to think of it,
The opposite give life to similar.
Then and therefore,
We are but powerless to banish
The one we do not want !
So we learn ......
To endure, to make do, to live with,
to forget, and to learn to try to change,
What we do not like.
Such are the tribulations of our life....
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse ejaculation) beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
everyone has trials and tribulations in life
but people think that they can hide from it
ignore it,and push it away
behind it lies something you can't run away from.
your happiness within your self and your feelings
but in you are a coward a chicken.
the fact you can't face up to the truth towards your
own self,
don't run away from your fears, triumph from your trials
and your tribulations.
and defeat them one by one
They're once in a lifetime
These moments of joy
The first time you rattle
That colourful new toy
Your first day at school
With the rest of the kids
Your hair all slicked down
Bad smells Mom got rid
The ultimate joy
Of your first tender kiss
The shock when she tells you
Her period she missed
A puff from a cigarette
Makes you dizzy and ill
The beer in the closet
I remember it still
The joy of first child
The smell of their skin
The softness of touch
Their sweet tiny grin
Your first big promotion
The raise that you get
The first time you notice
A grey hair NO NOT YET!
Middle age quickly follows
With a sickening thud
It's all over now
Your life is pure crud
The sixties are next
And retirement awaits
Where did it go
You're in a hell of a state
Then someone says wryly
You've had a good life
'Whatcha crabbing about?'
But it still cuts like a knife
These tender sweet moments
You experience through time
You'll remember them fondly
And treasure the climb
Hold on to them tightly
They won't come again
They're once in a lifetime
They're to treasure my friend
Theres a demon in my soul ever clawing for control.
Yet with everything that i am i tell him no.
For through this war that binds us so.
I want nothing more than to grow.
So keep clawing demon scum
For in the end its I who have won
And though its hard to carry on.
And its so hard not to give in some.
I must continue on till the final dual is done.
Before the light breaks this morning dawn.
Admit your defeat, battered and begone
And with a smiling face i meet.
A darkness i never seek.
But to my friends i must hide.
A demon on the other side.
With blood and bone.
Bile and stone
A horror i must face alone.
And in the dread and sorry state
My body acts upon my fate
With bruise and break and pain to feel
It is the cost for this dark deal
i see no light in this darkened pit
With demons, devils, spawn be lit.
With in this hell my torture sit.
With razor, blade, knife and bit.
And threw this monster that i see.
Shines a light inside of me.
A power all and above my own.
With radiant wings, to the sky I've flown.
I
A happily married man is he
Who weds, not for love, but for policy.
His life will be clover
If his wife will sign over
Not the deed to her heart, but her property.
II
A woman who weds for the pleasure,
May live to repent at her leisure.
When she's no more excuses
For her husband's abuses,
A close bond with her lawyer she'll treasure.
Given up at the start
Taken quickly from the heart
Right away, feel the pain
No longer safe, warm, and sain
Always needing, wanting more
Not getting what you’re asking for
A crying shame, a permanent sore
Only a glimpse of what is in store
Slowly losing what’s inside
Inner self begins to hide
Finding fear in all around
Never want to make a sound
Forced to carry on the day
Always choosing the wrong way
Later on, you go away
Learn the part of life you pay
Alone and tethered, but free at last
Trying to forget the past
Angry thoughts the mind will show
No matter what they will not go
Sadness creeps without a warn
Feeling broken, hurt and torn
Understanding how it goes
That some don’t know they could have chose
It’s up to you to make it right
Have to give it all your might
Hope will truly once prevail
One day you will finally sail.
Message
I live thru only lessons
learned.
I cherish acceptance and
breathe for forever.
My laws exist of only love for all
and everything. Pass my past
with passion
At last I laugh compassion.
Who am I to judge.. My eyes
see
no jury, the only trial I face is
the ones that move the hands
of time. Bring me meaning why
i sleep to conquer demons.
Dreams keep me warm. but
winter still haunts me. Penny
for my thoughts I seek change
no diamonds no chain. Bombs
away on these insecurities no
more as my soul grows to find
purity. Relative to only me I
create my own happiness
Damn that hour glass
Is it my turn to burn,
within the depths of Hell,
Will i soon be torn apart,
from the God I knew so well?
Is it my turn to fall,
to bruise and cut my knees,
I struggle for a slip of air,
so hard for me to breath.
I need a way to cope,
cuz cutting doesn't work,
I'll knock down all my demons,
with a dark redeemful smirk.