Best Worrier Poems
I lie alone this eve, in the dark
watching from mama's fire place, glittering spark.
I a wait'on fur what seemed like ages
as in ma mind my anticipation rages.
How will that feller get down mama's chimney
He is so far from what folks call skinny
Will I have to call for him that there emergency team
Oh what if his suit busts at the seam
That jolly old Christmas fellow
will he scream, yell and bellow
as he lands amongst that soot
As he descends from our roof
Well I've waited fur furever, well for soooo long
I'd better, to keep a wake--- sing a Christmas song
The words of Santa's reindeer come quickly to ma mind
Gosh I hope he don't burn his behind...
A worrier cannot help but stress, when put to the test; A warrior delights in trials, that allow them to give their best; A worrier has self doubt and denies God's full control; A warrior submits to God, body, mind and soul; A worrier is anxious and uncertain of the outcome; A warrior takes rest in knowing all God's will be done; A worrier may look to God when things don't go their way; A warrior consults with God each and everyday; A worrier depends on their will and determination; A warrior depends on God through Jesus Christ's salvation; A worrier resent's and allows thoughts to turn barmy; A warrior repent's backed up by heaven's army; A worrier is afraid; A warrior is fearless; Which one will you be? A prisoner of the ways of the world or a spirit that is free? - No temporary experience, in life is a guarantee; Allow God to lead your life and control your destiny.
Pragmatic Worrier and Prevention of Good Intention
A pragmatic worrier may occur,
When in doubt and are not sure;
Often waited;
Contemplated,
And never has been known cure.
Even though they had a good intention,
Appeared some program of prevention,
And attention stole,
Trying to control;
In ranks did discover much dissension.
Jim Horn
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As a child, I WAS. . . as I still am today. . .over-sensitive. . .too overly concerned about other’s opinions of me. . .too overly worried about what COULD happen versus what in almost all cases. . .WILL happen.
But does that sound familiar?
Who are you? Are you an ‘over-worrier too’? Then there is a pair of us. . . but don’t tell, they’d embarrass us you know. How public it would be to let our guard down and be transparent to that audience who only wants to see cheery people and happy endings.
Life has a way of throwing grenades into our happy party and it’s only when we accept that with a “Where’s the beef?” kind of attitude. . . and realize that the best way to die is with a smile on your face. . .that we really begin to enjoy the roller coaster ride called – LIFE.
p.s. Thank you Emily
Oh dear, I am not coming back,
I remember that pendant on your neck,
Your thoughts like the car lifted by a jack,
I’m remembering them while sitting on the deck.
I don’t know where I truly lack,
But you can know, by looking back.
As I know you’re waiting for me,
But what can I do? I am not free.
Looks like you never tried to talk,
Clear your direction, then try to walk.
From my side, every path is blocked,
I am not coming, you should’ve knocked.
Because you know everything—what it's about,
I stay mum, never try to shout.
Even if you care, I have a doubt.
Make it clear before everything fades out.
Now I am going away in a bout,,
Maybe I will win, or maybe it’s my route.
After all, you know how feelings grow,
Some stones this world will surely throw.
We just try to avoid and go,
But I think there's something you should know—
Don’t ever try to stop your flow.
We all have grown in love,
Just like a tender little cub.
We sometimes try to fly like a dove,
But often find ourselves in a reckless tub,
Stuck in what feels like a viewing hub.
I just wanted to get you out of it,
This world is hard; it tries to hit.
Like a mindless person, don’t try to be idiotic to fit,
You need to understand this world a little bit.
Now it’s up to you—try to avoid it or get it?
There are some reasons I am not coming back,
Remember my words—it’s a secret hack.
Every time you have to fight when they try to attack,
These words are gone, but never let them lack.
Keep your head up, and straighten your back.
These are the words I wanted to share,
Now I’m breaking my crust and building my core layer.
I know you’re still waiting for me there,
But I’m not coming back—there’s a war to bear.
You don’t know, I’m on the losing side,
Some soldiers are prisoners, some barely survive.
I’m on a tank, just taking a ride,
Hunting enemies down while they run and hide.
They always attack from the coward’s side,
But I know I’m enough—enough from my side.