Best Turning Away Poems
When they kiss so tenderly, they imagine plans for a lifetime,
their entwined arms protect what's theirs and precious inside:
they always get the usual looks of envy and unable to separate
these two young sweethearts, they simply give up trying;
staying together is turning away from unwanted loneliness,
building that tomorrow in trust means whatever it may take,
accepting endless joy that enters the happy heart, and this
incites their desire to be truly faithful and keep their longing.
They don't have to choose and wait, fate has already favored them;
could a fickle instinct make them loose their loveliest dream?
Who are more blessed than the ones honoring their promises?
No unexplainable force or unfavorable event can overwhelm them;
could they be tempted by beautiful eyes with such lustful smiles?
Their image of humbleness is unique, and they're admired by others.
Getting to know them is discovering their well-kept secret,
one could write a romance novel from the words they speak;
watch how they hold hands and the tender caresses they seek...
doesn't their happiness declare they are the perfect portrait?
In my life, stacked are decisions
I wish I’d taken, others that I regret.
Countless bids and invitations,
adventures I passed up,
roads that were not traveled ~
many it seems, without a thought or care.
But all in all, now that we’re here,
at times I have to wonder…
If, on the turning away,
were I given another chance,
would I not shed a tear
or fail to hesitate
so that standing here today
I might have tallied less regrets.
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on May 8, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Posted on May 5, 2022
I stand in front of my father's work;
How I look for myself and bring my story
And still it is not heard. Nothing here
To tell me what to believe. Nothing
But color, shapes he has seen,
Taken for meaning. Frames, a roomful
Of what was done without me. Once a man
And woman lay under the many stars
In a moment of one particular
Over another, which becomes the way
Of the world, which is why he left
Again and again, which is how she kept me
Until it was time. With all I have
I approach each painting. If I stare long enough
Something begins to move. If I look away even then
The image refuses to leave; wherever I turn,
Always in the middle of all that white.
June 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 66-69
Key Verse – Psalms 66:20 Blessed be God, which hath not turned away my prayer, nor his mercy from me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR NOT TURNING AWAY OUR PRAYER
Praise be to God for not turning away our prayer
as He grants us abundantly His:
Goodness-geared blessings
Gracious bountifulness
Generous bonuses
Grandest best
Great bliss
Psalms 67:1 Praise be to the Lord
for His mercies unto us:
Cautioning us against futility of faithlessness
Causing us to flee to His freedom
Creating in us fruitfulness
Calling us to be faithful
Caring for our faith
Psalms 68:1 Praise be to the Saviour for
His love that arises to:
Drive us toward His pursuit of peace
Deliver us through His purpose
Draw us nigh His presence
Defend us by His power
Direct us in His plan
Psalms 69:29 Praise be to the Almighty
for setting us on high from:
Suffering-filled frustrations
Sorrow-fueled failures
Sickness-fretting
Sinfulness’ falls
Scarcity-fears.
Amen!
June 24, 2024
TURNING AWAY FROM GOD
Looking at life through tear dimmed eyes
One surrenders their life to God
They are relieved from all their strife
To walk where angels trod
But over time things take place
Things they cannot explain
They stray from God and His marvelous grace
And start walking again in pain
What would cause such an unwise decision
After feeling God's peace and love
And return to a life of utter derision
Instead of blessings from above
Time may cause a stark realization
That cannot be ignored
And they will return to a life of salvation
Seeking comfort in God's Holy Word
18 October 2017
You go outside yourself
look back,
a storm of salt
bocks your skull
from seeing thoughts,
yet their wings flap like dying pidgins
on city concrete.
Washing your hair over the sink
blood returns to a floating mind.
You have shorelines, waves,
you are something
doing something,
but mostly you are steam
on the face of a mirror.
Salt hot-licks your mind,
you taste of wet dog.
Eventually you enter
the body fully clothed,
but outside of you
the world is still naked
and snarling.
my pulse shot up
when I saw him
standing there
nonchalant and ignorant
of his charm
of me turning away