Shed A Tear
Within debilitating heartache you shed a tear
The loss of a loved one that you hold so dear
Gone is the that one love you once held so near
Memories overcome you as you shed a tear
Seeking inner strength that no longer is clear
Overcome by all these emotions that appear
Consumed by the sorrow and pain so severe
Suddenly overcome by grief you shed a tear
Praying for inner strength to adhere
Hoping that time will heal and endear
Fearfully your near future is so unclear
You quietly and solemnly shed a tear
Releasing all inner sorrow as you shed a tear
Letting go of the uncertainty causing you fear
Becoming aware of your feelings so sincere
In your loneliness you privately shed a tear
With fustigation to amelioration
We are led by The Law to The Gospel
And in turn The Gospel demands we keep The Law
No epistle of straw, there’s room in the hostel
(Because God’s style to the world is hostile)
We are led by the Spirit
To learn to endear it
Endear what? Is a sinful recitation
Learning to serve others in convocation
(God calls us and overhauls us
Whether one by one and together)
How do we inherit eternal life?
By loving our neighbor as serving kin
Who is our neighbor?
The one without (as in not having and not within)
The fustigation of Jesus Christ
Begs our amelioration of a fustigated life
And if a cruciform life is led
There must be blood, sweat and tears shed in stead
(Or instead of the evil in tow as is led here below)
Life is hard, there’s no doubt about it
Jesus’ words touted and shouted from the Cross
But serendipitously (and graciously)
When we lose, we don’t count it as loss
Are you willing to look like a hypocrite to the world without?
Are you willing to look at the hypocrite within?
(As He lived and then hung betwixt two of us)
Jesus took on this struggle without committing a sin
Inside, the insidious vine, hee haw but nay said the gainsayer so soothsayer mop the floors of tearful laments the festoon of frights is Halloween spent and dear precious stones are fitted for first the most precious must endear but one truth and wallop the cavern of delightful awe so sortilege discourages the pointed shaws.
To help out friends, it never hurts;
a salve that comforts and diverts
their pain with hope it heals and mends.
It never hurts to help out friends.
Lifting their cheer by words or deeds
that help those downed with woeful needs.
A little kindness will endear
by words or deeds, lifting their cheer.
With heartfelt calm, we'll soothe their souls.
Warm, loving acts can soon extol
that thoughtful kindness is the balm.
We'll soothe their souls with heartfelt calm.
Kind acts are blessed, both large and small
and, for some time, can please, enthrall.
Lift heavy loads for those distressed.
Both large and small, kind acts are blessed.
Just a day? I hear you say,
‘What of the other days
When I put on their P.Js?’
Though certainly they endear
It’s much to persevere,
How 'bout we make it a year!
He flashed a smile so sincere,
she thought it meant to endear.
His eyes suddenly crossed.
He was heavily tossed.
His smile was naught but a leer!
Written on human vellum, He’s scrawling
To each heart The Spirit is calling
This pariah of Jeremiah
Calvin's idol producer a seducer
A place where Satan does his brawling
Jesus fulfilled, The Threefold Cord
The Holy Spirit with you will ford
A veil lifted from each face
In the human heart finds His place
Don’t hinder the work of The Lord
This same Spirit was at Creation
Through peace work not aggravation
Is the work of The Spirit
Please sinner hear it, endear it
His fulfillment is not degradation
So be careful who's work you build upon
Be mindful of the shoulders you stand upon
Of those who went before
Those who've opened a door
To a brighter future, He’s already won
instead of doing, choose positioning
present in the now feeling each bliss hue
resting thought and thereby conditioning
toroidal heart pure like fresh morning dew
receptive to God’s grace that does accrue
we ascend although there is no one here
save spasms borne by bliss that does heart endear
Swirling words from an infinite field,
Caught and thought in a moment of time.
Knowing not their future or their yield,
Their full potential may be sublime.
Allow yourself a time to reflect,
Give your thoughts the freedom to expand.
It won’t take long for them to connect,
Piece them together the best that you can.
For simple thoughts to be understood,
Whether written are spoken be clear.
Used correctly, they’ll be more than good,
They’ll be easy to read or to hear.
Allow your thoughts to simmer and stew,
Make your message be truly unique.
Add some depth for those special few,
Who hear more than just the words you speak.
Most of your words the crowd will not hear,
Or even remember in the end.
But those who listen, they will endear,
Mature thoughts on which they can depend.
love songs soul sung
endear young hearts
have stung ego
Winter Blues, Spring Clues
Miracle Man
2/24/2025
Soon God will usher winter days to sleep,
and the warming air will cause birds to sing.
Lawns will turn green and require some upkeep,
this is the happening, welcoming spring.
The thing most appealing, arriving birds,
the Robins are our first birds to appear.
Then Mocking Birds spewing other birds words,
but to flocks of Starlings i don’t endear.
From the patio I watch Wrens at work,
putting four inch sticks through a one inch hole.
Each episode I’ve watched was a piece of artwork,
they don’t tire or stop until at their goal.
The Cardinals add color to our drab yard,
eating sun flower seeds that we provide.
From a phone line a Scissor Tail on guard,
Doves peck last fall’s acorns at driveways side.
Some days seen, a sudden influx of crows,
and the north breeze still gives me one last nip.
whispering gently from the north it blows,
while my now cold mug gives me one last sip.
Seething life spreads stifling smoke far and near,
clouds blurred mind with skeptic obscurity.
Beauty unseen in biased sight not clear,
morphs in mind contoured by uncertainty.
From depth of depression it’s time I steer
life’s sunk ethics, value it’s sanctity.
It’s time I leave bleak psychic scene behind,
blossom flowers in garden of my mind.
Sunburst sky’s shades I see horizon smear
on dew adorned meadow of jade grass new.
Cradled by satin leaves buds bloom to cheer,
as petals dance on crescendo of hue,
zephyr transmits the fragrance to endear,
butterflies flit on its lure, floating through.
On waves of cadence divine marvels drift,
create for me spring’s opus as His gift.
Written: December 30th 2024
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In cosmic ballet, we float and glide,
As shards of data, we are unable to conceal.
In the digital enclave, our echoes seem to bide,
Through tweets and posts, we shall reveal.
Amid the stature of foes, our goals are clear,
With toughness, and drive, we persevere.
Dreadful stars fall; hopeful words appear,
Our voices shout as they stand with our mates.
Our efforts are driven, and our route waits,
Dangers and difficulties endear our crates.
We wept a tear at each stride and held onto our side,
A coach who grasps our path with a plan of zeal.
Power, clear vision, a strong brew, an array of sheer,
Generous souls swap gears, tone seen, we'll endear.
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Fragmented Verse: Created by Constance la France
When we enter this world, all naked and bare.
We enter with nothing but the love and the care.
The care of our mother, and an urge just to feed,
On the bosom of our Mother as we start to breastfeed.
In a sweet tender moment, that bonds us for life.
It's a bond that will stay through all trouble and strife.
The gift that's been given, that is shrouded in love.
An everlasting connection that is blessed from above.
The connection that's made between baby and Mother.
An unconditional love that is not like no other.
That first tender moment, that first gentle kiss.
Unforgettable moments that fill you with bliss.
As we grow and we learn and our future unwinds.
The love from our Mother is forever entwined.
Embraced in her warmth, a Mother's sweet love.
And the peace that we find, are like the hands of a Dove.
A bond not to be broken, that bond made at birth.
It's because of your Mother you are walking this Earth.
So let us honor our mothers, so pure and sincere.
That tender love for my Mother I will forever endear.
Upon a late spring day as sunny as June more flowers had come to grow in the dune. The flowers were pretty one of a kind ; you might even compare them to mine. The flowers were bright pink just as mine were and even had a pleasant smell to endear. The flowers were the best to pick even though mine used to be. As summer came along. my flowers weren’t as pretty and my flowers never stood as tall. My flowers grew sad. As the other flowers became mine. and I hated those flowers very very much. I hated them because their flowers were pinker, greener and taller. But I hated them most of all because they are what my flowers used to be before theirs came along.
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