Glasses, goggles, shields spare us
From the dangers that would snare us.
So the Savior’s love will bear us,
Carry, shelter and prepare us.
Nothing in the world should scare us,
Nothing in the world impair us;
For the Lord above compares us
To his precious eyes, and dares us
Live with joy, for he declares us
His alone, of gems the rarest.
372.
The Prayer of a Warrior's Heir
Oh Father God, this is the best time to make me a millionaire
This is the greatest moment to be merciful & fair
Merciful to the one being thrown into lion's lair
Fair to the one who cannot escape the snare
Consider this not a temptation nor dare
So with Thy miracles, I can gloriously share!!!
Listen to the Prayer of a Warrior's Heir
The grandson of a soldier allied to those with golden hair
Whose national emblem is still under our care
For their country's our jewel so precious & rare
Whose relation with ours no one can impair
Although our system is corrupt & unfair
Prices going up from veggies to fare
Stomachs are empty, pockets are bare
Yet the aristocrats' banks eternally glare
Glaring with gold they're reluctant to share
Where is your Christianity? Where is your care?
-07/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems for Ultimate Victory Collection
How creeps the dark where life was brightly lit
when he who once mighty is idly damned -
to watch destroyed an energy and wit
makes concealed and sad a life long and grand.
Where the acquisitions of yesteryear
become a puzzle piece and not a whole,
where atrophy on each new day impair
the bravest heart! The old sense! The lost soul!
I have seen the inconsolable grace
and pride which inherit the living haze -
that robs all memory without a trace
kept more sedentary in mortal malaise.
When my time draws nigh I pray of the twain
that body and mind this soul still remain.
Written: April 2005
Mama always said...Son, mind that bump
The road is wide and the load we dump
So, Mama would dare me
But, fear would impair me
I'm Petrified Forest...Forest Gump!
In Vietnam, Lieutenant Dan thunk...
Me and Bubba should just share a bunk
But, the bunk was loaded
And Bubba exploded
I'm Chunks in the Forest...Forest Gunk!
I am a perennial winner
Cause I refuse to be a loser
I am programmed for victory
And I vehemently refuse to walk by sight
Nor by what my circumstances look like
For what is seen is temporary
I refuse to allow my situation
To dictate the direction of my prayer or confession
For I can not rise above my confession
Confession determines the life I enjoy
Whatever I give my attention minutely
Is what I have become in reality
Let your confession therefore
Be in line with God’s promises
When hard times strike
Do not take the route of complaints
Nor get frightened by what you see around you
Cause the unseen hands of God
Who does not sleep or slumber
Work behind the scenes
To change you through your circumstances
For hard times are meant to improve you
And adequately prepare you for promotion
And not to impair you
So welcome challenges with all your heart
And confess success through your challenges
The man who has no imagination
has no wings…
- Muhammad Ali
…………………..
They waddle clumsily
on webbed feet not fit
for treading sand
and their folded wings
just add weight to impair
their already awkward gait.
Pelicans are made
for air and water, being
landbound leaves them
deprived of grace.
Sometimes I flounder
like a grounded pelican
on the mud flats of myself.
Dragging my body along
I make for a sorry sight
until I remember I have
the power to imagine wings
and then, with perfect grace,
I take flight.
In Shallow Hours, graves are dug
By words morose,
Their hollow powers seem mundane,
But are much worse.
Being Lonely in a crowded room,
With empty words
Muttered by survivors;
Whose frosty breath in time,
With second hand,
Will still ones heart with breach of mind
From gestures grand;
So gentle souls as we,
Will speak no more about it.
This too shall pass as melancholy.
Whispered mischief of the gods;
The poisoned fruit of folly.
As seasons run their course;
Whose touch so coarse,
Flow unrefined.
A baking of our Maker's choice,
Upon which we have dined.
Too many courses chose
Again, the Blackened Rose.
Life without salience
For such as those.
Naked She,
No longer seductress,
Temptress to youth
Our lives attempt atone.
Experienced eyes, now show revealed;
A Harlot to the bone.
What drug could so impair?
What game be more unfair?
What beauty in beholder's eye,
Less rare?
False Gods flail.
Chariot wheels on ipad screens
In most minute detail.
Now kiss your new God
Soft upon His cheek
And in a moment, through Alexa,
He may speak.
Love can move mountains,
And impair one's judgements
Make you soar high like a bird
Or so in tales, I've seen and heard.
Been watching cheesy romcoms
Couples dancing in balls and proms
Read lots about love at first sight
Thinking this is bogus at its height.
Ridiculing lovers on one hand
While secretly wanting one so grand
Hoping to someday find my mate
Not knowing I'd be in this state.
Cut to a million odd years later,
A few ounces of wisdom greater
Happened to be, by a chance so grim,
Of this menacing love, another victim.
In a place, so habitual and familiar
Your absence made me feel peculiar
So lost and empty, surprising me
Yearning to just up and flee.
But now that you are here with me
I'm appalled at how this came to be
For what was once a land unknown
Is slowly starting to feel like home.
Losing direction is quicker than taking
a deep breath when fear frightens us,
and that's our wake-up call to stark reality;
why do we give more attention to banality
than to God who gives and takes lives?
Why do we follow characters so deceiving?
Are we all going mad giving up sanity?
Let somebody you slap you hard
and quickly snap back to normality;
lay off at once any harmful substance,
keep away from the somber graveyard:
choose life and value your existence!
Drugs are a quick-fix for many indeed,
they impair judgement, don't snort Fentanyl;
it eventually freezes up the conscious mind;
seek God instead and live longer, pal!
The Pandemic is finally over: we are living
without restrictions and feeling freer than birds;
why are we all going mad for absurd reasons?
Isn't our purpose to keep going and thriving?
Some people put the blame on stress, not cocaine
when they hit a brick wall and go totally insane...
then, green becomes blue and red black:
will they die or survive their ship-wreck?
I am the quiet, rolling fog,
With misty drops, I wish to clog,
The air in hopes with you I might,
Impair your mind and sense of sight.
I come at night so not to warn,
So that you’ll find me in the morn,
When creeping in as if to drown,
And block the sun from shining down.
I’m dangerous, just like a storm,
But lurk about a different form,
Without a sound when passing by,
And not with thunder in the sky.
A part of me is hoping you,
Can overcome when passing through,
To find that I’m a simple test,
And obstacle upon your quest.
But those who choose to cast aside,
Of me, you will be lost inside.
Your steps shall slow into a slog,
Through me the quiet, rolling fog.
Pray Without Ceasing
Miracle Man
December 12, 2023
The world has become filled,
with hatred and division.
Many times we let pettiness,
impair our good vision.
Compromise is a word,
most no longer embrace.
Which leads us full scale,
in our effort to abase.
We find it hard to ask,
so instead, we demand.
Seeking an advantage,
to gain the upper hand.
As a nation we’ve become,
morally bankrupt today.
Prayer changes things,
but too many don’t pray.
In such occasions where the heart yearns
for your heat how would I recover the
sorrow, the pillow no longer drips with tears
it leaks the yeast of sadness
It drills with grills that has chilly taste of fist
The face I’ve came to known is
disappearing slowly dispersing drifting in a
shallow whipped stream strangely it
strangles the anger of hate I have to carry
that I couldn’t fight for you enough
I couldn’t hold my pinky promise
I couldn’t keep you, let along see you again
I’d wish death upon my dreadful drearily but
this light of your skin reminds me the moon
once covered the sun and all went dark
As little hope the was the fear that each
earth dwellers had was enough to confess
their sins
Since your last text purged my day
I hope the memories that we made
embrace the emotional route it straightened
because it was real not forgery
I somehow wish to stop whipping
I hope I start shifting just to let in the breeze
Your eyelids would forever impair my ability
Ashleigh Ngoqo
A kiss is a stamp, a seal,
of the taking in of the essence of one,
two-, to steal of that goodly feel.
A bliss, a steal, a clamp so true,
A gesture pure, from me to you.
It takes in essence, of the goodly feel,
A bond so strong, nothing can steal.
A kiss under the stars, a magical rite,
Whispers of sweet nothings, in the night.
It ignites a flame, a passion so wild,
A connection that's untouchable, undefiled.
A kiss on the forehead, a symbol of care,
A moment so tender, that none can impair.
It soothes the soul, and wipes away fears,
A touch so gentle, that brings healing tears.
A kiss on the lips, a symbol of love,
A bond so strong, sent from above.
It seals a promise, an unbreakable bond,
A love that lasts, and forever beyond.
A kiss, a stamp, a seal so divine,
It marks a moment, amore-eel
electric frozen in time.
An act of pure giving, with nothing to lose
but a stare, can yet enliven, so there.
A simple gesture of the love of now, here,
but with so much to choose and dare, endear.
This reptile leaves without a trace,
it is a sign of betrayal and disgrace,
it catches its prey with grace,
Don't you take them as merely or fake,
Medusa's thirst for blood they slake,
Oh the great snake
Oh the great snake
The caustic substance they release,
Known to lay many decease,
If you agitate your life they shall cease,
Known to be found in many lakes,
They can even fight Nathan Drake,
Oh the great snake
Oh the great snake
They are an arrow in nature's quiver,
Their bewhiching body is like a river,
This beast can impair your liver,
Killing it might seem easy as cake,
Don't try it or your life they shall take,
Oh the great snake
Oh the great snake
I feel spring's promise everywhere!
The sky presents a clear, blue show
which winter knows it will impair-
as long as it delivers snow.
Yet, it has time to still bestow
white puffs of snow or blizzard scare-
but needs to, without question, know-
I feel spring's promise everywhere.
As days grow longer, I'm aware
those warming sun rays spread their glow.
Though winter holds on tight with care;
the sky presents a clear, blue show.
The waking buds will start to grow;
new leaves and blossoms want to bare
their pastel colors, row by row-
which winter knows it will impair.
I wait for spring with my prayer
that winter ends its frigid flow;
they'll be no new rebirth affair
as long as it delivers snow.
Spring can come fast, or very slow.
But, in the end, it must declare-
to sound the call- winter, please go!
Then, chase it out with no fanfare.
I feel spring's promise.
March 8, 2023
Contest: Double The Fun
Sponsor: Joseph May
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