"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride"---
if wishes were stars-- how grand and how wide
if wishes were Truth, the Bible would guide ---
if wishes were prayers, then God would decide
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The "W" Word Poetry Contest-- by Constance La France!
The initial quote is from an old-fashioned nursery rhyme
It all started the moment I came out of my mother's womb
I did things without overthinking it
I lived like it was my last day on earth
Always took a leap of faith.
But now, I don't know what it is I'm suffering from
But I think it's OCD and anxiety
No as a matter of fact I know it is
I can't do something without overthinking and taking leaps of faith is impossible for me.
I'm too young to be stressing so much
I'm too young to have have a blood pressure equivalent to that of a 60 year old
I just want a good life
One without stress and anxiety
Sometimes I lie on my bed in the dark
Facing the ceiling and tears of sadness fall
Sometimes I wish the floor could just open up and swallow me
Sometimes I wish I could be a baby forever
After wishing I always say one thing to myself
"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride on"
Then I move on with life
Fake a smile, fake happiness and moooovve
IT IS WHAT IT IS.
Someone Said
If wishes were horses beggars would ride.
You told me this when I was a child in
Need of some want.
A desire never shared with a
Friend
I’m not sure what you meant. Your meaning went
Sailing with the horse riding beggars.
Right now I feel as though I’m riding
Behind them.
Like a lost child trapped in
A grown-up body, unsure of what
Bridge was crossed or
Over what
Troubled past the
Water raged.
I cannot relinquish my fear,
Will my past to be different,
Ease the confusion of the scars
Your words left on my
Mind.
John G. Lawless
2/27/2014
//written for a “word acrostic” poem contest, Poetrysoup//
This syndrome they call Hurlers, version MPS-1
I write to advise, alert all and to inform everyone
Their prayers are needed for the future of earth
Arrogance and greed must replace them with mirth
Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar,
to be heard by family inside heaven's door.
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son
of raising your children in the Florida sun.
The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak.
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight,
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light
For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends,
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong
praying his answer will come with a song.
Your wishes will soar to the heavens above,
through family and friends about the one that you love.
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool,
just a man who lives by this earthly rule .
Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky
that they should enjoy life, long after I die.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.
Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar,
to be heard by family inside heaven's door.
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son
of raising your children in the Florida sun.
The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak.
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight,
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light
For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends,
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong
praying his answer will come with a song.
Your wishes will soar to the heavens above,
through family and friends about the one that you love.
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool,
just a man who lives by this earthly rule .
Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky
that they should enjoy life, long after I die.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.
For "Compose A Prayer" contest
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