There are things in this life
Weighing me down it's true
There's anxiety and depression
Are some hell l go through
The part of life called living
This is the burden I bare
It would be different for me
Maybe if anyone would care
People who are close to me
Have left me to be alone
They don't like what they hear
My actions they don't condone
I've been pleading out for help
And there's no one that's near
The time is now for this to end
Death i will no longer fear
AI?
Not with what 'A' stands for
in front of 'Insemination' or 'Intelligence'!
Facebook?
Not one look!
X/Twitter?
Not this heavy-hitter!
Spotify?
Not if I can help it!
ITube? YouTube? WeAllTube?
Not as it's DubiousTube!
Microsoft?
Not hardly what it ought to be!
Fast food?
Not food, fast? Possibly!
Wine is alcohol, alcohol a preservative,
in the U.S., to preserve wine,
they add sulfites and preserve a preservative!
Makes all the sense in the world to some,
but not me as, I live in a world of my own,
where artificial goes unknown,
population one, where I answer to none,
it's a concept of mine which I alone condone.
Timeless vibes on my Spotify,
Reminding me how time thus flies.
Nostalgic memories I can’t condone—
Over the years, I’ve always felt alone.
When life was simple and my mind was free,
Now I’m nothing, a nobody, like a dead man walking me.
Walk me back through time when everything was right—
No more sadness, no more stress, no more tears at night.
Friends who died spend nights staring at the sky.
Mind is empty, soul is dark, ain’t no more envy.
Dot my ‘I’ and cross my ‘T’, surely life goes on—
Back then, four years ago, my mind was so damn heavy.
All these worries and pain can’t buy me a gun.
Shot my past, but I missed—now I’m on the run.
It’s been going on for years, scared to face my fears,
Drowning in silence, buried in tears.
Timeless vibes, but my clock feels broken.
Smiles in the mirror, but they’re only tokens.
I play each track like a voice from the grave—
Memories I couldn’t keep, the ones I couldn’t save.
Still, I rewind, hoping to find peace,
A moment, a song, where the chaos ceased.
What means destiny?
It's being an all round, or waiting for the correct time.
Doing own work with perfection, or waiting for corrections in life.
Learning from own mistakes, or leaving everything on divine.
Isn't it's our own steps and actions decides our destiny!
Ahh! Quite confusing!
Every theories gives a new conclusion.
Every suspect wants a new condone........
Similarly; Every person wants new succession but without exertion!
Listen! Stop being lazy..... having faith is good but overness makes you crude.
Perfection is not what destiny beings......
Sometimes only taking small and correct steps is what destiny seeks.
There is no exact explanation of destiny as it may vary with person and their personality.......
But we can have a guess that......if our deeds are good then our destiny can be defined without any compunction and uncertainty .
~Pratibha Pradhan
If it isn't my old friend Ebenezer,
why you ugly grizzled geezer!
Have some tea (or soup) of barley,
This is your pal, Jacob Marley.
You needn't be so ghostly white.
There is no reason for your fright.
You've been reading evil books.
That explains your worried looks.
You won't hear rattling chains or moans.
Your business practices, I condone.
Money's good everywhere, even heaven's gate.
You don't need to fear your fate.
It's the time since feeling sandy grit scratch between my toes
Transparently do I remember, although the years have flown
Chilling memories sitting here, Ice cold and nervously alone
Once a place was my escape, to flee a troubled home
I never liked the water, even now that I am grown
Only would I climb the rocks and carve my name in stone
The sharp edges of a tortoiseshell, engraving with its bone
Despite a life so undeserving, forgiveness I have shown
But I shall never forget their malice, nor their actions will I condone
Sometimes, we groan
That we're alone
"Till God condone.
Will is the executive …
intellect advisor
Choice as a marriage
the two must condone
Committed and daunting
with guideposts of knowledge
Marching in tandem
— pursuing the truth
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Everyone has problems,
Some with which we can relate
And others which we do not think
That we could navigate.
If we learn of situations
Way outside of what we know,
Then we hope our shock or
Overwhelming sadness doesn’t show.
Yet for problems more familiar,
How we handle them’s unique,
For one person’s best solution
May not be the one we seek.
It makes sense with people’s problems
Not to argue or condone
Since we each must struggle mightily
With problems of our own.
God's word is clear, a call to segregate
From the world's wicked ways, to separate
Not to befriend the darkness, nor to condone
The sins that shame the Lord, and cause His throne to moan
But many play the fool, with feet in both camps
Claiming Christ's name, while living in the devil's trance
Enjoying the world's pleasures, like heathens of old
While professing faith in God, with hearts grown cold
But we are called to come out, to be set apart
To live in holy distinction, with a tender heart
Not to love the world, nor the things it affords
But to seek first the kingdom, and His righteous words
So let us heed the call, to separate and be pure
To follow Christ alone, and not the world's allure
For friendship with the world, is enmity with God
And we must choose whom we will serve, and to whom we will nod.
I must forgive for my Father to forgive me
I will forgive for my Father God shall also forgive me
Forgiveness is my creed
Lo, I am sorrowful, I must forgive
Forgiveness is in mine heart
He beating such, aloud passionate
A conscious, deliberate decision to release feelings of resentment
Possible vengeance
Lo, alas I forgive I you
You who, whom a person or group who has harmed me
Regardless of whether they actually deserve your forgiveness.
Unselfish love is the basis for true forgiveness,
Keeping no record of wrongs
Forgiving others always
letting go of resentment and giving up thoughts of repayment
I truly forgive I’m in tolerant,
I am compassionate,
Forgivingness are condone,
I excuse, and pardon. I won’t exact neither punishment nor redress,
I gives up all claims to requital and to resentment
Nor I have vengeful feelings.
I must forgive for my Father to forgive me
I will forgive for my Father God shall also forgive me
Forgiveness is my creed
12/21/23
For Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
It once dawned on me
I can't make many see
A variety of things,
so vitally important
Often feeling pressure,
to carry truths alone
For others not to condone,
wrongful actions playing out
Lady of justice, empty handed
Smiles from thee casting lies
False accusations rampid
Oh, where are those spies?
Truth telling investigators,
in positions of authority?
To resolve matters swiftly
Let's not fight like alligators
Save lives, this is needed
Walk away from evil now seeded
Heidi Sands
12/6/23
Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart, for his purity, by definition, is unassailable. ~Author James Baldwin
Humans drown themselves in ego by thinking they're worth
the honorable title, "I am among the innocent upon earth."
There has been no human born since Jesus, of pure divinity
His life was never sullied, nor blemished by corruptibility
Angels sang of His innocence, chaste and immaculate virtue
for men of all nations give way to temptations. This is true
We are flawed with faults. Underserving the seat on a throne
To claim we have untainted rectitude, I could never condone
Unassailable purity is not a phrase any human can live up to.
If one thinks he has irreproachable decency, don't misconstrue
such a self-centered thought as one of the meek and humble
The pure of heart has impeccable integrity and will not stumble
One who believes he's great is one I would chide and berate
for that one hungers for power and glory that he will never sate
Insidious, the hypocrite who claims innocence. He will find grief
in assuming he is sacrosanct, for that would be a profane belief
Why is my body lop-sided?
Notice when I put on my socks
Never a problem with my left foot
With my right foot my muscles lock
Why are some right handed
While others more adept with their left?
Ever try writing left handed
A scrawl barely readable at best
Why does the hair on a female's face
Take so much longer to grow?
Imagine if the exact opposite were true
Not very appealing I know
Why do men stand up to pee
While ladies sit happily on the throne?
Wouldn't work the other way round
A mess we couldn't condone
Why do we always put on our pants
With the same leg first every time?
You'd think there'd be a sensible reason
Right now not one comes to mind
Why do we tilt our head the same way
Every time we kiss our lover
Coz if we varied the side each time
Noses would get squished you'd discover
If only we knew all the answers
There'd be no more struggling through life
We'd all be up there floating on cloud nine
Living happily without strife
In the judiciary of high quality
Where the advocacy is Equality:
Ideas that keep clashing with partiality
And would not condone one more cheap casualty…
Outside the court room stripped of Audacity,
In many regions facing Adversity:
Wherever the target is facility,
Not fair matching Dullness with Agility…
In Equality we catch the leveler
Of the sedentary one and sworn traveler,
A sparsely peopled body and China’s spill-over;
Those who sweat all day and the in-clover…
But they’d fight it: Giant made equal to dwarf
For being ships you don’t pair up with boats at wharf…
One doesn’t with Equality front an Earl
Who by reason of Royalty is a Pearl
Or maiden subjects pit against Princess
Who of their own free will they highly assess…
Battling with equality is skin color:
The worse for one whose complexion is duller.
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