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Prayer When Anxious
Oh Father God, I am anxious
Trials might get more serious
Burdens might weighten
Strength might lessen
Oh my Creator, diminish my loads
Oh my Creator, smoothen the roads
Oh Jesus Christ, I'm filled with anxiety
Cross might be harder to carry
I might fall along the way
I might get into dismay
Oh my Savior, help me carry on
Oh my Savior, let me move on
Oh Holy Spirit, I am perplexed
My life might have been hexed
It might be harder to manage
It might bring me rage
Oh my Guide, grant me understanding
Oh my Guide, make me withstanding.
-01/03/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
A funny-looking bunny dropped by the other day
black white and brown fur a stray who'd lost his way
and
he let me hand-feed him with carrot tops
and spinach leaves but that is where familiarity stops
for
neither petting nor patting would he permit
this half-wild half-tame non-cottontail misfit
and when
with leaps and bounds he hopped while binking
around the garden it got me thinking
as
blink for a moment and at the drop of a hat
he'd do the disappearing trick in seconds flat
tho'
here one minute and then gone the next
with a nose that twitches maybe he was hexed
or perhaps
he's an astute old soul reincarnated to inhabit
the space and time of this cute magic rabbit
Aim dead center, O aeon!
Era, this is now.
Ergo, O my stern scion;
Come to anyhow!
Looking-glasses are like wind.
Reality grinned.
Terror, tiger, tamarind!
Sacred til he sinned...
Gaunt the gambrel goblin?
No smile a-face today.
Whirling dervish, loud the din!
War, be on thy way!
Grey of the nebula pond;
Why is waiting good?
Yellow-speckled viper yawned!
Gone but understood!
Kingdoms are like prophecies?
Yes, in this context:
Rife, roil, rampant, rare! Disease!
Hell and Heaven, hexed...
Sort it out, O sordid sigh...
Do not ask us why?
Sylvan silver, art thou shy?
Bargain basement buy?
Syllable, unleash thy wrath!
Letters, break the chain!
Poems, place us on the path!
Language, take the lane!
Young is this old harpsichord?
Harpy, use a sword?
Bull, matador. Which gets gored?
Folly gets you floored.
Holly. Mistletoe, thy doom.
Poison, flow like wine.
Ivy, rune, ice, ancient tomb.
Cyanide strychnine.
Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod.
Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar?
Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies
I have the cavernous trunk of thirst,
Permanently altered, famines, droughts.
Loosen your sticky grasp upon an evening so slutty bean Venus squaw chubby stone figurines
languid horny speed gutter bunnies.
let down cord straps drop fiddles kneel whip cable ties.
Snickering geriatric hags cupcake outskirts of one
Platypus settlement
You turn a in dream into a nightmare.
Chasing something that you know I'll never be.
If we stay here, we're not together.
You leave me feeling hexed.
"You are in control of your own life," they say.
But I know every ounce of jubilation or poignant feeling I get is because of you people.
There is no such thing as coincidence.
There are no chance or twist of fate.
How about predestination?
The grave is not the final destination.
They say, "everything happens for a reason."
They say "a choice you make creates a ripple effect that causes other things to happen."
Yall are full of tales and fibs.
At first it was scarier and now there's a sense of humor.
Ill tell you the truth.
Come here.
Come close.
Jesus would hate you.
He would hate you all.
God is real.
He's just a demon.
The holy spirit is the mark of the beast.
You people put the evil spirit in Jesus christ.
Tortured and killed him.
Sent him to hell and then resurrected in his godly body.
"The good die young," they joke.
Of Dorothy’s Three Friends in Oz
Of the three friends that Dorothy met,
it was Scarecrow who had his heart set
on getting a brain,
but that was insane.
I know folks with no brains as of yet!
It was Tin Man the young girl met next,
and he thought with no heart he’d been hexed.
But he seemed nice to me.
In the real world I see
heartless people who make me so vexed!
Her lion friend thought he was cursed
with no courage, wanting reversed
his scaredy cat ways.
But some folks these days
compared with that cat are the worst.
3/10/24
Across the whole stretch
In all directions it pulls and tempts
Still the same old debts
Continual gold theft
Another night woke up in a cold sweat
Full of stress
Sinking below into ice cold depths
Struggling to hold the breath
Life doesn't revolve around a Rolex
It'll take ages to clean up the whole mess
From the planet another soul left
Leaving a hole in the chest
Secrets left in undeciphered bold text
If only we could understand what they told and meant
In our stubborn ways we are so set
Thinking they alway know best
All these folks hexed
Couldn't ever see it incoming even from the crows nest
No comparison, not even a close test
But that doesn't mean it's all hopeless
Time will tell what goes next
Focus keep your nose pressed
To the grindstone, it's your story make it happen with your own flesh
I'm somewhat happy, but I can do better, often I don't rest
Can't settle for a life of misery I won't accept
We edit our text and make cuts
To avoid the mantra word-klutz
What's publishing next
Are my lines badly hexed
Here on poetry soup to nuts
Dread the thought of your return
I dread the thought of your return
Listen to usher and let it burn
I don't ever want you coming around
My guard is up and is never coming down
Not going back to a toxic ex
Who has sexual entities in him from being hexed
When I said goodbye I meant goodbye forever
You and your psycho copycat belong together
Your an idiot if you think I don't see
Your a narcissistic vampire who wants my energy
You want to take my energy and good karma and leave
And give it to your karmic who wants to be me
Any access to me has been denied
I am spiritually protected by the most high
My loving ancestors are warning me about you
You have not changed, guys like you never do
Here I set in a parlor reading a book,
gotta keep my face down, don't wanna look.
It's all women and girls in here except for me,
I'm waiting for my mom to get done you see.
They all keep telling me go ahead your next,
oh I feel like my world has now been hexed.
I can hear what these girls will be saying in the classroom,
tomorrow when school's goin, I'm skipping, not facing the doom!
For the now I'll set here and read a book,
back in the corner of this girl filled Parlor's nook!
So Long Now
David J Walker
You’re So old now
So bold now So told now
So bald now So cold now
So fat now So dead now
So debt now So fret now
So then now So thin now
So can’t now So know now
So what now So when now
So why now So high now
So low now So fast now
So slow now So oh now
So far now So par now
So star now So air now
So fair now So where now
So hair now So care now
So pink now So sink now
So kink now So think now
So stink now So go now
So snow now So flow now
So stop now So drop now
So flop now So Texted now
So flexed not So sexed now
So Exed now So hexed now
So strong now So song now
So send now So end now
So long now
Born under a bad sign,
verses time recalled
harder luck and trouble,
moments trapped and stalled
Born under a bad sign,
rock of ages sold
answers stay unquestioned,
bells no longer toll
Born under a bad sign,
darkness settles in
rumors take the place of truth,
wages buying sin
Born under a bad sign,
desperate to belong
days belay what lies conscript,
wordless—heartless—gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2022)
It grows on you,
Like mold and moss,
Like weeds,
Those thoughts.
They were once so bright,
They made my eyes sting,
Everything looked beautiful,
An industrial district, an abandoned town,
A shadowed waterfront.
Me reminding that I’m weak,
Yet you continued to hurt me,
My electric paradise,
You took away the colours,
Hexed all the memories.
To not hear your breathing in the dark,
I find it hard,
The more I fix the broken things,
The less you want to try,
You’ll never make it good.
I exposed myself to you,
Flesh and mind,
Favouring the former,
You kissed every inch of me,
Poisoning my soul.
Burning black,
That fire I had within me,
Has gone out,
Night after night,
Crumbling into ever dark
Coal.
Started wondering how it would feel to be in your arms.
Uncertain, I would be able to tell if your pulse is vibrating.
Nonetheless, I'd like to daydream about our happiness ahead.
Fantasizing about how we'd run to the beach at sunrise.
Lavishly witting the fresh sunrays to relish our fondness.
Only gazing into the sky without saying a single word.
When the wind blows, you stretch out your hands to hold me.
Extending thru the twilight sky, you are the hope in my heart.
Revived moon shone your eyes while you hexed your pledge.
Written: May 19, 2021
Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Deafened by the rings
Of the venomous songs the machine sings
So vapid it begins vex me
I'm thinking they might have hexed me
Slash the veil and what do you see
A red pool filled to the brim with death and depravity
Masqueraded with a pink drape of love
Hiding the blackened steel that crushed the dove
They are evil
Warping your mind
Turning you into their kind
Lost and Lustful
Awiting their fall
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