Time to time, I'm bound to pass
through Life's clenched jaw
as I saw, that's inevitable !
No body can escape but to be put
in tight corner --more or less
even if one fights utmost.
That's life !
Path of life is uneven not smooth
the most ruthless truth.
In those days, I never pray
to be saved in danger ----
but wish for more strength
to struggle and win !
Adverse situations must not ruin me :
Even if I fall down,
I'm sure, I must rise up.
I know sometimes
I are put in immense trouble
while going through life's clenched jaw
as if I'm under cutch of devil's paw.
Yet I don't lose self confidence
to control hazards
having tolerance
and sufficient patience.
I don't need any solace
if when I be put in grief or sorrow
but pray for courage and competence
to overcome by tomorrow.
I proceed dauntless
simultaneous being righteous
to confront with firm faith
as I never deviate from truth
even when going though Life's clenched jaw !
When untamed wind roughens fine wisp of day
and grating the bite of late twilight sky--
O woeful eyes quiver and turn away
from hours' piercing ordeals that darkly sigh ,
like fragile mirrors thrown into the air
my aloneness bleak as clenched shadow's jaw,
while ominous vapor darts from nowhere
to cast upon life wrecked by sharpened claw:
Yet above, tiny stars could not resist
their flicker of blinks, a luster divine
that I find comfort in dear heaven's mist
absorbing tender solace quite benign.
How beautiful a gentle eve when viewed,
Through life's unclenched jaw... now truly imbued.
The love for water turns into nightmares.
Walking on the yellow sand, then to appear
Seating at the bottom of the river's tears.
Recovering, floating upward, no one cares.
Breaking down emotional and mental well-being.
The aggression of grief, in a cycle, not seeing
The denial, anger, and depression are endless, fleeing.
Confused by the sight of obstructions coming
From different misconceptions of heartbeat directions.
Through Life’s Clenched Jaws, experiencing debt,
The sheltered or unsheltered homeless,
Death, and all the obstacles this world brings.
Feeling it give-way, seeing the emerald shoots returning.
To walk out in its warmth, reclaiming
The right to breathe with confidence and create anew.
Fear seeps into my pores, and I sweat droplets of dread
Where I once saw you walk this path and I quietly read
The feelings that we shared, the blessings that prepared
My heart and yours, for this darkness that declared…
Cancer, the word no one wants to hear
The word so awful it brings the soul a tear
The feelings, bleeding through the night
Silence the wind, leave the world in fright
Cancer, the reason that I write these verses
In a prayer, praying healing that curses
All the darkness that has come with this disease
Cancer is a illness that causes you to fall to your knees
I wonder, though I believe, was I faithful enough?
Why has this darkness fallen – will it make me tough?
I feel so alone, so sad… God, wasn’t I tough ENOUGH? ENOUGH!!!
This pain, this valley, this struggle will surely rebuff
Cancer, leave my story – please just go away
God, please heal my husband, who I pray
Will live a long and happy life, a life I can say
Was blessed by love and healing that will not betray!
Shake, break, fake the day.
Life is a pantomime play.
Nothing left to say.
Through life’s clenched jaw,
we struggle to survive.
We see our loved ones stumble;
expectations crumble.
Anxiety keeps grinding
and grinding
us down.
Money’s tight;
life’s jaw clenches tighter.
Health declines.
The jaws of death loom nearer.
Panic-stricken people
flee the only homes they’ve ever known -
refugees escaping war
or the clench and the stench
of oppression.
Through it all,
many make it through,
but oh the woe of those
living in the unrelenting grasp
of poverty
or of being chewed to bits
by abuse and fear.
Who gets to glide through a life
where slackened
is the jaw of life?
And who decides
if a clenched jaw will constantly
be others’ plight?
Only God alone can know;
it’s not ours to reason why.
Family and friends, good attitude,
hopefully faith and prayer
will help to make life’s clenched jaw
easier to pass through.
I firmly believe that in the end,
death’s relief for many
will be a welcomed friend.
When life’s jaw unclenches,
we can be released.
Then will understanding
flood our minds
and the light of God’s pure love
be new life’s sweet caress.
"The casket, laden with flowers disappeared as the curtain was slowly drawn.
If not before, now was the time for all those crying to mourn." The poet.
Immortality has always been an impossible dream.
The notion of living forever had lost its gleam.
When illness befell me and I wished for it to end,
Life led me to the soothing words of a friend.
Confusion overwhelmed me, I knew not where to turn.
Life led me to where I realised, I knew I could learn.
Despair and heartache let me see nothing but strife,
I was led to Christ my saviour who brightened my life.
Feelings of comfort and security and being held tight,
Brought love to my being and I knew all was right.
In the wild the young are held tenderly by clenched jaw,
Just one of the reasons a nurturing parent is for.
I have trod this earth for many a worthwhile cause,
With laughter and tears, in the safety of life's clenched jaws.
Its now time for the jaws to release my soul and open wide.
Not the end, this life let me go and I am at my Maker's side.
I have walked the hallways
where minutes gnash like teeth,
each second a pebble pressed
into the jaw of memory.
The air tastes of iron--
memory’s rust,
old prayers swallowed
before they ever touched the light
Yet still - I carry my candle
into the jaw’s dark cavern,
its flame a soft rebellion
against the grindstone silence.
Soft laughter rests in the cracks,
like seeds grabbed
into the frozen earth,
waiting for the frost to release them,
for spring to rise
from winter’s quiet.
I move onward,
not a hostage,
but marrow unbroken,
a hymn rising
through bone and enamel,
singing until the jaw
yields to the light.
How many times have I been,
or perceived to have been,
the victim of cruelty or injustice,
which I tolerated,
as I felt it was necessary to survive
or, if not to survive,
to maintain a minimum standard of living -
as a child,
as a sick person,
as a subordinate in a corporation?
How did it make me feel?
Angry.
How did it work out when I expressed my anger?
Poorly.
Hence, much of my life was lived
through a clenched jaw.
Which doesn't seem pleasant.
Is there another way?
Philosophy?
Religion?
Forgiveness?
Acceptance?
Reassessing when I must compromise?
Learning a new way to communicate -
civil, yet uncompromising?
I wonder.
If I can’t climb the mountain,
I will find a way around;
what matters is reaching the place
destiny has mapped before me.
If wrestling shadows is required,
I will fight them to succeed;
for in the book of life,
each page must turn with time,
its wisdom carefully absorbed
before the next is revealed.
As though life resents our existence,
it serves difficulties as daily bread.
To drink from the cup of victory,
forged in the furnace of success,
one must grow small as a camel
passing through the needle’s eye.
Success lies hidden in life’s belly;
one must pry open its clenched jaw,
wrest the sweetness it has swallowed,
before the songs of triumph are sung.
Though life’s teeth are igneous stone,
I will seize the molten magma,
shape it before it hardens,
and rise, crowned in blazing triumph.
See, faced with no one,
yet in my mind I see him everywhere.
The best thing for me;
do not name it,
stitch my mouth,
say nothing.
But silence is never nothing.
Silence is the loudest thing he gives me.
What seizes the eye at once
makes the heart beat between lines.
Utmost, inexplicable, perpetual stimulation.
Now the wind blows mournfully,
and I let it.
Naturally, flagrantly, palpably,
replaying each line,
bona fide, constantly, truthfully, carefully.
Beating through language,
an ache written sideways,
pain grammar cannot hold.
Devil-may-care.
On the edge of a single smile,
he walks through my thoughts.
Every gesture is an answer.
Every lack of gesture is an answer.
I build whole futures
out of unfinished sentences.
Between my wanting
and his unknowing,
through life's clenched jaw,
I cling to the unrequited knowledge
of reciprocity.
Our proximity came with my age
And I only saw your later chapters,
though I saw myself in you.
Not unlike myself with ambition,
Homely peers and shouting,
The weight you did accrue.
Your aims changed a while ago,
And I added them to my own,
I saw your smile tighten,
But I let my feelings stew.
Fancy chains of gold, white veiled capture,
And, yes, I hate your captor,
Sceptical of this new chapter,
and the baby cradle too.
As of now your hands have turned to hitting,
Smiles inclined to swearing,
Your son is only one now,
And our similarities are already true?
As I try to slumber now the stature cracks,
The bringer of tears strikes again,
And I struggle to identify who.
I’ve looked up for the longest time,
And I gaze into you now that I’ve grew.
The truth I’ve come to grips with now,
I don’t want to be you.
teeth grind silently
in jaw's prison for sorrows
anger pressed to bone-
forgiveness waits at the gate
suppressed until victory
clenched lips hide the cry
parry what loud eyes don't see
masking every wound-
rage silenced by the anger
etched in muscle, bone, and brow
knuckles white, jaws locked
displays the relentless fight
in hate's epitaph-
yet while clenched, a jaw can't shout
a clenched fist can't grab a sword
the choice lies within—
clench until the fire is spent
or loosen the hold
to free the mouth to declare
the path to revolution
Sacred, a soul’s breath exquisite
The mouth, its vessel, sing
jews harp,
Portal to absence
jaw harp
listen to my voice
it is your voice that I breath through, though
your secrets are whispered but by my arouse
speak my thought
o sing me
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