When you don't know what to do.
Call out to God, He will respond to you.
I was having a very hard time.
Anxious thoughts had consumed my mind.
Clouds of darkness had surrounded me.
The light of joy I could no longer see.
Everything around me was the color of gray.
I just couldn't seem to enjoy my day.
Hands would perspire and my gut was tight.
All day long, thoughts of fear I'd fight.
The way out of the tunnel I could not see.
That's when the thought "Jesus" came to me.
I called out to God the Father from my bed.
"Please help me with these thoughts inside my head."
This is pure torture that I'm going through.
I'm not going to make it without help from you!
It is through Jesus, that I make this claim.
Please set me free, I ask in His sweet name!"
Seconds later something shifted inside of me.
Can't explain it, but I knew I had been set free.
The clouds of darkness had moved away.
Once again I was enjoying things all day!
There is a renewed feeling within my soul.
The love and power of God is more precious than gold!
Deadly greed allows mafia
leaders to fake their deaths
and impersonate my deceased
father born 1942 why old
disagreement’s unfinished
bribes payoffs bleeding the
life out of fallen officers sigh
for the giving pray for the
souls of the silent beings
when knights of Columbus
closes empty coffins creating
hell on earth for the public
puppeteers awaiting the
puppet masters cue from
above dirt my prayers are
with all the Gargano family
members forces to mourn
empty graves in public while
mafia members pass envelopes
around city officials break rooms
Honor doesn’t come from poking
your finger and burning a photo
of a saint it comes from respecting
honoring all who served and still
serving Stop organized crime bullies
left over garbage from Frank
the bomber Balistieri I will never
fear your bullying intimidation
I am unashamed I wore wires
pregnant for the Fbi buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops selling drugs for
the Gargano crime family over
looking black town fort Myers
Florida Andersen avenue
God Controls Time
Miracle Man
8/20/2024
From high on it’s perch,
a patient hawk seeks it’s prey.
Also with each clock tick,
God is shortening man’s day
It’s “survival of the fittest”
so a field mouse below.
Is on the menu for dinner,
And clock continues to flow
The titmouse isn’t aware,
That it soon will be sup.
The clock keeps man’s time
God decides when it’s up.
She sits and watches happiness,
But feels so sad
Watching the good,
Yet, feeling so bad
Taken over by addiction,
She was given a different path
Feeling restricted,
Yet, sometimes glad
Because no one understands
The hard times she’s had.
Mental health controls her
She feels it in her body, soul, and mind
That joy in life is hard to find
Feeling so blind
Remembering the days that she shined
Yet wanting to put it all behind
And get back to the grind.
Mental health controls her
She’s sober from addiction
Yet, she still feels conflicted
It’s like a contradiction
Where is her prescription?
Always in suspicion
Is it real or is it fiction?
Please tell her your opinion.
Mental health controls her
Her happiness lies
in her children’s eyes
They are her prize
Never ask twice
About the binding ties
With them, she will always rise
until the day she dies.
She controls her mental health.
There’s something here, there’s something here.
But it’s of the old, of the past, of yesteryear
Why does it cry, why does it move
Controls the dark, controls the mood
The doors that open, the stairs that creak
When nothing’s there by visual means
What does it want, what does it need
Ice in the room, fear as I breathe
There’s something here.
There’s something here.
There’s something here.
The Earth needs total deliverance!
The Earth needs true fast and prayer;
Where are the righteous and prayer warriors?
We need to hold hands and ask God for forgiveness.
The World is plummeting every day!
Our brothers and sisters are dying;
Who controls the Universe?
Is it God or the devil?
The Universe is filled with perilous thinkers; Instead of showing love,
Hit is the beauty of our lips,
As death is the departure of our body.
In the day, they're pure than snow,
At night, death is even preferable to their deeds;
For their mouth speaketh death,
So as their hearts are even darker than coal.
Who controls the Universe,
When Pastors and lawmakers hide in the dark?;
On Sunday they sing for joy,
When the night cometh, RED and BLACK is their identity.
O, Lord! Who controls the Universe????
Are great fun!
They fit in your hand.
Such playful things.
Mine like to play hide and seek.
But very dangerous.
If they get under my feet.
I might fall on the floor.
Arg, not sweet!
6/15/2021
Heart tells me to
Ease when I am
Anxious and
Relaxes me
Tactically through soothing rhythms
Triggers hormones
Relatively with the assistance of brain
Understands my plight
Tempts me to dance and
Hushes my emotions..!!
My heart knocks fervently
So that I would open the hutch
and let it flutter free..
Enticing me often to go
for a waltz with my partner,
swaying in his arms hours together;
Pounding thumps compose music and
convinces me to perform salsa & duet .
The erogenous zones creates goosebumps
and tickles the sensual nerves;
Tantalizes belly for a boogie woogie,
And my foot taps the tiles below continually
yearning for a jazz ,
as lyrical swing guides our delicate body
with fluid movements
expelling rhythmic joy.....!!!
Aug 3 ,2020
Note:Heart Truth poetry Contest.(N/A)
Note2: Submitting to Strand Completely New (21) ,
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest.
God, Controls The Wind
By: Tom Wright
Feb. 18, 1998
Twas a faint and gentle whisper,
come rustling through the trees.
While Its effects I clearly saw,
not so that springtime breeze.
While pondering It's potential force,
that breeze had became a wind.
I knew not where it had It's start,
or where that it might end.
While it brought coolness to my face,
leaves swirled along the ground.
I wondered how it did those things,
when it made so little sound.
Then of, God's, gentle voice I thought,
as in stillness it comes to me.
While like the wind His touch I feel,
through faith alone I see.
It's now grown clear as there I stood,
that, God, controlled the wind.
He caused the coolness upon my face,
He caused the trees to bend.
Through, God, alone a gentle breeze,
into a mighty wind can grow.
Through, God, alone stand mighty oaks,
from tiny acorns that we sow.
God, is the Alpha and the Omega,
He's the beginning and the end.
Though with carnal eyes I may not see,
He's always been and is my friend.
gun control controls
behavior of those with guns
so we will be safe
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
WHO REALLY CONTROLS THE WORLD?
Going up and down
Dark and cruel to behold
We smile in tears and agony
Death smiles scornfully behind
The only gift of life is death itself
Fears in joyful mood
Destruction our humble friend here and there
Cry, pains, and suffering faster they match forward
In tattered clothes like a kite in a carbonated rotten air.
Who truly rules the world?
You, me or the presidents and governors in selfishness
Or the black mountainous creature sent
Down from above in those dark days?
Who controls the world, mother?
Father, who truly controls the world?
When shall we see the true ruler?
Our aging minds are bleeding
Our world a mess of mess of evil
Liquor in kind cruel heart
Of the Animal called man
War sings in perfection to us in fear
Mother, tell me when we shall be free
When shall our suffering be over father?
Who really controls the world?
my children await the answer.
(c) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
The chances of controlling today's men,remote,
In one touch and in their finger tips remote controls,
To on and to off,
To move and to pause,
To open and to shut,
Everything in life gone to remote controls,
In the increase in number this beyond control,
The remote controls in the hands of men not a new,
Form birth to death,
From health to wealth,
From bed to wake,
From dusk to dawn,
Everything of all lives in God's,remote control!
Spider's gossamer
crafts net trap's solar system
controls from center
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We discover electronic machines
use remote control to control them
design to avail benefit
"GOD" controls us with His remote
created to make fit
As Monarchs flutter within my yard,
Preparing for their trip so hard.
Not aimlessly fluttering to and fro,
God spoke it once and made it so.
The sound of Geese now fill the sky,
To winter home they now must fly.
How do they know when time to go?
God spoke it once and made it so.
Squirrel's, no busier could they be,
Storing nuts from a backyard tree.
Why at this time, how did they know?
God spoke it once and made it so.
A quick glance downward at my feet,
A trail of ants seen with winters meat.
How can lowly ants work like a pro?
God spoke it once and made it so.
These things I've seen within my yard,
The explanation given is not so hard.
God didn't create and then let go,
God spoke it once and made it so.
As I look at nature each day I see,
Beauty that didn't just happen to be.
One must but look to surely know,
God spoke it once and made it so.
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