You live for moments
For a light to shine on your face
It still remains dim
There are no excuses in the Kingdom of God
It is God’s Kingdom and
He will provide for the situation
You have a coach
So don’t approach a situation
Without the Holy Spirit!
He advises, corrects, instructs, trains, tutors, guides
directs and prepares you for your assignment
The Kingdom of God has everything you need while
You are on earth, so ask in His Name and
Align your prayers with His Purpose
You have a coach
So don’t approach a situation
Without the Holy Spirit!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Being proud of yourself isn’t enough,
When your loved ones don’t think so.
Thinking you’re tough and strong,
Yet you can’t handle the pain you know.
Every time life starts getting rough,
You bury yourself deep and low.
I try to do things right each time,
But feel handcuffed by winds that blow.
It’s freezing out here, and I’ve nowhere to go,
The cold wind steals the warmth I hold.
And once it’s over, I’m back again—
Good for nothing, with nothing to show.
I wonder if it's just me
The epitome of inadequacy
So dependent and incapable
Of doing just the ordinary
What is to everyone mundane
Skills ever so easy to attain
Seem to me wholly hearculean
While to be perfectly okay, i feign
Every fibre within me aches
As each task demands multiple takes
Driving me to a desolate corner
Where I repeat the same mistakes
I wish my anxious heart would just calm
And sing perhaps, a soothing psalm
But i can sense this newfound fear
Ebbing away all my prior charm.
O Lord, whose heart so eclipses my own,
it is proper for you to draw and beg
a soul to come into the light you've shown;
the seed that plants is greater than the egg.
But at my finest hour, I'm but dim -
a shadow of my Holy creator.
The love I offer can't compare to Him,
and I can't ensure I won't turn traitor.
In clearest terms, an offer has been made,
and honied words won't cure the risk within.
In mortal pairs, a price is always paid -
the cost of loving souls born into sin.
I dare not tip the scales, my sweet dove.
If you come, come with strength of steely love.
11 April 2023
I tell myself, abandoned by my own shadows long ago. Thoughts of embrace, but not the courage. I just desire to be appreciated for who I am even with my flaws. A black feather perches in my soul. Dreams of shouts for freedom, my empty words echo emotions built and have died for a reason. Someone to still love and forgive my mistakes I've made in the past to have strong hands and arms to hold me tight and whispered good morning, be warm with concern can be kissed goodnight. Fearful, of inadequacy inhibit my mind. How much longer is this going to last. I didn't realize this was too much to ask from the person my body and soul loves. I just desire to be appreciated for who I am.
alone to the nights
whimpering in gloom darkness
drizzle rhythmic hum
1/13/2023
Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Sit and whisper to myself
Those things that I feel
Inadequacy and not up to it
But then I know that I survived
And will go on and feel alive
Go and shout it isn’t true
For you are better than that.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I am trailing,
Teetering timidly
In your footsteps
That prove too big
For me to ever fill.
Thoughts that swarm inside my head,
Because of what she's made me dread.
So now I hear that laugh and die
And see that smile and away I hide.
Her alluring voice just makes me break
Because a little part of me it takes.
My confidence and self esteem
In her perfect hands now gleam.
Soon my strength begins to wither
And my hand will start to quiver.
My only hope to force a separate,
So far away with many gates.
But now her enchanting face
Will follow me to my safe place.
And the question that seems void of hope
Is how the hell will I ever cope.
Because her wonders is all they see
Which extenuating my inadequacy.
A silence speaks up at ungreen
age for an unknown, finding
dark matter in hiddenness
of sleazy light.
A dove in the valley of tulips
stops a flight for a wayfarer.
What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers ?
Queen bee will decide for a spliced
dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup.
The stings were the torchbearers.
A smile comes out with a walker. The
vitals were dysfunctioning.
The end does not need any comma.
Satish Verma
One soul in a pool of millions,
Dreary pool with a spiraling drain.
My spirit has fallen into conformity;
United by wasted lives--
Society draining us like dirty water.
We are pathetic, deserve no empathy.
The slippery marble drains our souls,
I am one in millions.
Unable to escape the dark unknown abyss.
Except
Someone carefully scrutinized my struggle.
Gingerly afraid to touch any of the wasted entities,
Forming like one; a spinning torque down the hole,
You selected me; so small, hopeless, inadequate,
To be free-- to discover my destiny.
How could you when I was attached to a thread?
Tangled and tied in knots with millions of other threads?
Carefully scrutinized by you,
Admired? How peculiar.
Maybe it's time I feel loved.
Thank you for rescuing me.
From condemnation,
From inadequacy,
From never meeting you.
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