I lay my life down
At the cross with you
Your mighty grace abounds
Now I stand anew
A new creation
In you
Fueled by faith
I run the good race
I sow my seeds
Lead in your strength
Bind every taste
That hinders grace
The love in you
There are some who live by lies
Others tell the truth
Some who will be followers
Others will lead in due time
I have endured pain but it made me stronger in life
I have leant to deal adequately with confrontation
I learned to not be confined
Some are intimidated by what they can not control
My father raised me with respect until the day he grew old
You can try to break me
I give you a fair shot
What you will not due is keep me down
My blessings
You will not block
All you will do is burn out your own energy on a person
Who really does not care
When you take from one person
Karma takes from you
Consider that fair
I have learned to express the pain
In a world of silent whispers and shadows floating on the sky of my mind,
politics is a sea of mud in which we sink, unaware of our own loss,
a puppet dance with invisible strings, where every step is a knot,
and every smile is a mask worn on the stage of an absurd theater,
where truth melts like wax under the pale light of the September moon,
and lies are the mushrooms growing in the dark gardens of despair,
where there are no borders between dream and reality, between good and evil, between us and others,
for all roads lead in a single direction, toward an unclear horizon,
where suffering is a river flowing silently through the valley of forgetfulness and broken hopes,
and we are just shadows dancing on its shores,
captive in a time that does not belong to us, yet embraces us with arms of smoke,
in an embrace that both hurts and soothes at the same time,
in a world where politics is an art of madness,
a shattered mirror reflecting only shards of lost truths,
and we are just melancholic dreamers, seeking answers in the darkness.
CURTAINS
Like all exhausted actors, I’ll fold and drop
And will this endless production ever stop
Do you understand, just listen to me I pray
I play the lead in this, so I must have my say
Ah well, my dear, I concede that it’s a fact
But surely you recognise it’s only the first act
We must gird our loins and see it to the end
Otherwise, it sets an example of a lazy trend
I don’t care what you’re saying, I am so tired
Even if the director threatens that I’ll be fired
Wearing this silly costume, now I hate myself
I’m sure I saw similar, worn by that Panto elf
Ah, so you recognise that we’re due back on
And all hope of any further rest is surely gone
So smile, my dear, just step out into the light
This play won’t make it past this opening night
I'm waiting, and waiting but my time just won't come,
I'm working hard, but it's not enough,
I feel like I'm stuck in a rut,
I keep trying, and trying but nothing seems to work.
I feel so lost and alone,
My future feels so dark,
I ask myself each day,
When will my time be here?
But the answer's always the same,
I don't know when my time will come,
I feel like I'm running out of hope,
My future's looking so glum.
I try to stay positive but it's hard to keep my head up high,
I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels and I don't know why,
I keep asking myself,
When will my time be here?
I'm starting to realize that my time may never come,
And that thought is too much to bear,
It feels like a ton of lead in my heart,
I feel like giving up hope.
I feel like my life is a waste,
I feel like there's no point in going on,
No reason to live in this place,
So maybe I'll just give up.
And let the darkness take over,
For what's the point in trying,
When my future's nothing but a blur.
©® Coker Favour A.
In The Middle Of The Night, When The Butterflies Dance To The Moon's Song
"At the mid of midnight butterflies upward dance, to reach for the moon for spiritual longevity." quote by poet
Lead-in to and conceal an amorous scene
In the middle of the night with the heaven’s light.
Wherein lies the encouraging butterflies
Into dance to the moon’s song in full sight.
Breeze pushing through full of laughter,
Tease in playful serenade shuttering leaves.
Seize in the shadows of flirtatious romance;
Tweeze their velvet wings, a coquettish grace receives.
11/19/2023
If you take golden swords
To cut heads
of all your enemies,
You won't find folks
To lead in the future.
Better let the truth helps
you to put them at their right places.
August 03/2023
It's when you want/
To pretend I don't exist/
That I have to prove I do/
So, I guess I need to/
Take your lead in this dance/
And realize while I/
Clearly see you there/
You don't exist either/
But the irony of all this/
If you say I don't exist/
You would rather I be dead/
I still exist to those that matter/
Do I still exist to you/
we were at rehersal when this memo came for Mitty. He was so happy to hear from his wife. She'd been working ddown at the docks. They didn't allow the worker to leave until all the Christmas stock had been packed upp and shipped out. He said he missed her. He sang bass in background: and played violen's in the orchastra, and was rehersting to be lead in two of our new songs.
Re; Mitty Soother
From: Nunny Swiggle
Honey I'll be home Monday. I have to stay here one more day.
These people need me. They act like they can't do nothing without me. I'll be glad,happy:and excited to see you.It's hard to beleive I've that a Christmas inventory coulkd take so long to look over. I had to come-up with two new plans to get over what was going on: I'll explain when I see you. I got Two more nights handlimng this hard stuff.At least we can haave the weekend.
Love you
See You When I get Home
Nunny Swiggle
"He balled it up and told me that day: he knew she was cheating with that beedy eyed Punk who wore that: Affa Canada Cap."
Blue lighthouse on Lake Michigan, how incredible you be.
Window glows dancing to lead in the sailors at sea.
There are no words to describe your heroic beauty.
Your guidance means the world to my family and me.
A star is born among teen bards
and soon he'll lead in Yale's vanguards.
Young Will Chen shines, a full ride won;
his language skills beam bright, bar none.
Congratulations! best regards!
December 9, 2022
AN: Quadri-lngual high school senior poet, William Chen was accepted
full tuition paid at Yale on December 1, 2022. A long awaited moment never
to fade from his memory. He posts at a fellow site called All-Poetry.
form: a quintilla, Spanish quintain
contest: December Memento
sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
They came in hot, and they came in hard.
What are they? Asked our strangest bard.
They were readily lead in by a lark bunting bird,
We had not a guess, not an idea, not a word.
They were at the carnival fair, is true.
We rarely see the likes of you!
Said one rude dude, whose name is Boon.
We shushed him away, and faced the moon.
The moon did not speak, but had a party hat.
As did the turquoise owl, the boy and the cat.
They were a strange lot, with a dancing mouse.
Wearing a lavender tutu, a ballerina in Touse!
Dressed as jesters, as clowns, and such.
We were intrigued and excited, so very much.
The knight’s horse wore a fancy shawl.
Welcome! We carnies said. “One and all!”
I read soup mail from Mrs. Doris Bettencourt
which would be a waste of my time to report
She claims to be ill and wearing widow's weeds
then goes on to tell me all about her needs
I'll not reply and her message I shall thwart
She wants me to email her, but I know it's a trap.
I guess this culprit must think I'm quite a sap.
She has a charity mission which must need money
but not one penny will you get from me, honey.
If you got her mail, don't fall for this scam crap.
The diagnosis is about her chronic illness skin
Words written backwards and that made me grin
She threw in breast cancer to get more sympathy
I repeat, whoever it is will get nothing from me
Playing upon a person's empathy was the lead-in
Don't write mrsdorisbettencourt1001@gmail.com
This scammer could be in India, Guam or Viet Nam
No poems are posted by the bearer of this name
So, how do they send us soup mail? It's a shame
If I had their real address, I'd send a stink bomb.
As the darkness of night hides the feeders and yellow covered bush,
I wonder where the birds sleep, depending on their kind?
The deep woods hold so many places for their homes
Do they dream? Are their instincts in over drive?
I listen to them in the day, communicate in all kinds of ways
They dart around here and there with so much to say
I follow their lead in flight of inspiration and freedom
I relish in the peace they bring with their fun activity
Fluttering along with their songs, creating music in the air
They are smart and their senses are distinct and strong
Seemingly fearless at all heights, trusting in their abilities
Sometimes alone, other times in large chattering flocks
One or many makes no difference when it comes to all they do
Whether they're within feet or miles of distance up in the sky,
They are all around, showing us nothing is impossible
All we need to do is to explore, search and continue to try
Heidi Sands
11/5/22
shall i love a maiden fair
whose favor i'll not see
or will she grant within her heart
a special place for me
i take no lead in this affair
but follow her desires
quiet patience tames my beating heart
engulfed in passioned fire
love, reciprocated love
it cries from deep inside
not guaranteed for one like me
brings tears i cannot hide
she is worth the chance i take
i feel she is the one
with arms outstretched my offered heart
for her to take and own
she and time shall both decide
the future of our lives
be separate or two as one
bears fear and hope to thrive
must this love be muted as
a silent castaway
until the time when she'll confess
her love for me one day
i can only hope and dream
until that day is come
i pray the Lord to give me strength
when all is said and done
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