A well of knowledge we're not privy to
The Atheist fills with ridicule
Construing God as something else
While their Spirit longs to find Him
Their common sense; so critical
An insult to demand proof
Yet Jesus traced His scars with Thomas
Are we again to crucify Him?
Some allotments have been Biblical
By no means limited to
If all our hopes in Him turn true
Is that not more then words could do?
Categories:
construing, atheist, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Sleep has become my savior
Dreams now my manifest destiny
Construing the world for me
Calming the chaos of my waking mind
My conscious plays little games
To create a sense of order
Then some sort of Messiah rescues me
And gives me blissful shelter
Why wouldn't I want to sleep forever?
Categories:
construing, emotions, fantasy, freedom, happiness,
Form: Free verse
She thought she knew herself and what she was doing
Having plenty of wealth or at least most so construing
Yep! She was on the right path or at least she thought
Like being taken for a bath when you get as you sought
Life went about without a hitch as the sun shined bright
Each step a stich as now the whole pattern was in sight
Summer was followed by fall and winter by the spring
It was like a big ball and to it it had this nice little ring
Seasons would come and go but she stayed the same
What would she know thinking life was all just a game
The stars how they shined on those moon lite nights
It was all so refined just part of the everyday sights
The weekends would arrive with intermittent holidays
She never felt more alive in going about in her ways
At the front of that crowd she tippy-toed looking back
In an instant the proud will see what they truly lack
Exodus 15:2
The LORD is my strength and song,
and he is become my salvation: he is my God,
and I will prepare him an habitation; my father's God,
and I will exalt him.
Categories:
construing, absence, pride, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Flies’ flew
Adamant fly flew giving me ticklish in nose tip
Hands were busy to drive them far hitting kick
Not only one or two time continuously turning back
As leaders of my town sit back for convention as lazy sack
It is not matter of one or two days but shameful present
By far leaders have tendency to attend in opening meeting
Proclamation of constitution cannot suppress hungers of poor
A doctor of my town sleeps to create health issue for natives
Poor people construing millions too cannot force for even rule
Environment of my town blows cheap dust formatting havoc
Such has been the culture and nature of my beautiful nose
A lovely town in world bearing name top Everest in the world
Women and even babies are not safe in homes and shades
Cruelties upon them always repeat in stateless affairs
A sick sigh in gentlemen’s face glooms being helpless naturally
Multiple times flies have attacked unhealthy facet of dirty politics.
Categories:
construing, culture, dark, death, flying,
Form: Free verse
Gold fish
On my vision and swum one
Sprawls the heart of those humans
Ah! They say funnily
Not knowing my stay
Why? In such a way.
What matters only viewing outside colour?
Innerly they knew me I’m fish ever
They want to keep me in aquarium
Construing a four wall of transparent
Limiting me within four feet boundary.
Treasured only to provide them pleasure
I’m with my fate not happy always
Waiting time to get old in the slap of time.
Categories:
construing, faith, pain, stress, visionary,
Form: ABC
coast to coast
as been flown.
A son who
has become
fully grown.
a son who hugged
his weeping mother,
a boy just
landing next to
school bus tire.
a man who
paved his start
in the sand.
a man who
seizes life in
hand.
son and mother
are here again,
construing new
journeys,
while hearts expand.
my roots are here,
but my tree must still
grow.
miles and miles
have been flown.
A brother returning
to his friend,
shaking his tail,
carrying a bone.
I missed his scent,
missed his tongue,
oh what brothers
we have become.
~~~
the frontier is
endless,
the horizon clear.
Let me bask
with family
and be still.
Categories:
construing, poetry,
Form: Free verse