Bent knees if you please!
They've always been this way.
No doubt about it,
I stagger along like a sailor in a storm!
Far be it from me,
I live too far from the sea.
So, I have bent knees,
The children do tease.
I shiver and shake,
Too much teasing,
I can't take!
I can get from point A to B,
Without anyone teasing me!
Finding my way,
Can result in a little time.
People offer to help me,
Check to make sure I dine.
Too much teasing you see,
Can make me crabby!
Then I hoped on a horse,
All is not lost!
I fit perfectly,
No more teasing for me!
Everyone thinks they can write a poem
Like almost everyone has a story to tell,
And many think writing is a way to fame
To them, I say with sarcasm, “Oh, well!”
Talented writers are like match to flame
Words and phrases flow like a stream,
And even after, require thorough editing
Separating the gasp from the scream.
Far be it from me to go about discrediting
Sincere efforts of novices and fledglings,
But reading new “poems” can be daunting
With aspiring poets trying out their wings.
My advice is practice, practice, practice
Then show your work to family and a friend
If you are met with smiles and approval,
Pay attention to what they’ll recommend.
Poetry Soup is an excellent place to begin
For “soupers” are friendly and helpful,
They will be gentle and kind, I have found,
Helping you get your feet on the ground.
Written August 18, 2022
Far be it from me
to take my eye off the ball
But where's Mike Pence been
during this post-election brawl
624
Yet another day
Reach out and grab it
Some would say
Far be it from me
To say other wise
But on this porch
It all subsides
I feel the light
I feel the day
Reaching out to me
And saying hey
The cross changed history no doubt
there God dealt with sin and satan
nailing them there powerless to effect
so victory is ours for salvation to win
So only one thing should we glory in
Lord Jesus Christ on the cross
for there He died for all our sins
so at eternity we suffer no loss
For all glorying is fully vain
except in Christ's cross fully sure
as nothing else is worth a thought
the cross only to effectively endure
This world with all it's pleasures
we can say is to us crucified
on the cross of Christ's surrender
making our affections to have died
So we have likewise put to death
all belongs to this sin curse planet
living only and surely to Christ
who's paid all our sinful debt
Glory on in the cross
where Jesus paid it all
to deal with sin completely
freeing us from humanity's fall
(But far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.)
Galatians ch. 6 v.14 (ESV)
Far be it from me to get to the
Real clarity of how to achieve what
Everybody truly wants in life. The
End of
Damning thoughts and constant strife that
Only comes from the type of liberty that one
Man can give you --- the God of Peace!
Here I can see him
From miles I cannot understand
In a state of consciousness beyond reason
I wait.
A room of bars and golden lights
Tin cans and classical music
Far below my heavy words
I wait.
Here I can hear him
With seconds and hours drowning
Behind memories scratchy and skipping
I wait.
In the chilled pools of logic
In the motels of remembrance
Under the desks of burden
Between the cracks of things I’ll never understand
In shells of old
In clothes of new
In love,
I wait.
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