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A special doll, so long ago,
was my big gift when I turned eight.
With legs that moved so perfectly;
I'd swing her arms, and she walked straight.
So real she looked: full two feet tall,
brown curly hair and eyes of blue;
pink hat and coat over her dress
with patent shoes and lace socks too.
Ten years flew by, and she was stored
in our home attic, late in June,
for I had married, moved away-
yet knew I'd see her someday soon.
One year then passed. To my surprise,
when visiting back home, a while
she wasn't there- given away;
so hard for me to reconcile.
A grown-up mom I was by then,
with a sweet baby of my own.
But still, this special gift was gone-
my 'little girl heart' did bemoan,
she once was mine, but then was lost,
donated to an old thrift store.
This special gift, saved from my past-
held in my thoughts for evermore.
That generation had come, no name
Signed, sealed in blood, became the lame
No perception of time, there was no date
Their hands were scanned entering the gate
Digits, the Matrix had come fulfilled
Not worth a dime, the dollar bill
Stock Market fell through in New York
Great storms, bad weather to report
They all bowed low to the great lord
She never moved, just held her torch..
Nothing made sense, the time dragged on
No difference between you or your clone
Abortion now banned, the cities thrived
Mutants clinging, in need of life
Who is God in all this pain!?
Not one invoked Him by His name
Therefore, the time kept on and on
The One they knew, forever gone
You love hating Trump but you're not happy
You are a communist democrat but not happy
You believed Joe Biden was sharp now not happy
You don't remember when you voted Kamala still not happy
You fight for abortions even after birth yet not happy
You want sexual perversion in children books so not happy
You fight for men in women sports staying not happy
You are convinced Biden won 2020 feeling not happy
You like woke in military and schools but not happy
You hate all with different views being not happy
You pamper illegals while deny Americans why not happy
You love endless wars with massive casualties but not happy
You are lonely and want to eat your cat remaining not happy
You want to kill all Jews and Christians too why not happy
You want to force vegan on the world yet not happy
You worship the CCP confused and not happy
You want America to die staying not happy
You endorse homosexuality feeling not happy
You believe in green energy stupidly not happy
You drive an electric car walking not happy
You abuse pronouns causing not happy
You don't know your gender so not happy
You want to persecute all opposition just not happy
You believe fake news absorbing not happy
You think Muslims love gays dangerous not happy
You voted Kamala still not happy
You watch Trump and MAGA win, relief. Beginning to be happy...
I heard the drub of rain pelting the roof
Unaware that a storm had been brewing
Roar of thunder, flash of lightning gave proof
that I had no idea, no inkling of what I was doing.
Spirit numbed and body drenched
I ventured into the maelstrom, unaware
or perhaps I didn't care. My eyes were clenched
preventing tears from falling. Loneliness is hard to bear
Sorrow bit at my heels where puddles formed
I swallowed a cry so no one would hear my sobbing
On I trudged while within me the maelstrom stormed
Confusion inside my head, heartbeat throbbing.
Charybdis' whirlpool swirled, trying to drag me in
Crested waves carried me toward its center
The tightrope I walked was a tenuous line
and lost forever I would be if I decided to enter.
On the edge of giving in, I swam for what seemed hours
The surge of flood tide would not claim me tonight
On sanity's shore I sat once more, allowing the showers
to sting my upturned face and have their moment of respite.
March 20, 2023
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Line of inquiry:
“Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free”
by Unseeking Seeker
Keeping God-search simple is so easy
Just set some moments to pray even if we’re busy
His omnipresence and everlasting love guide
If we keep the Holy Spirit’s dwelling and abide.
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If we hold our faith and truly believe
That without Him, goals are impossible to achieve
That He knows all our thoughts from the very start
He knows every plan and the desires of our hearts.
We can always keep God-search simple
If we keep our faith burning and read the bible
His words give joy, strength and show us Light
God’s always with us if we follow His will, do what’s right.
Keeping God-search simple is our daily way of life
Just totally surrender to Him all our troubles, strife
For He’s our Father who’ll never abandon His children
A Faithful Shepherd looking for His lost sheep ‘til the end.
Keeping God-search simple is truly amazing
We’re in a haven of comfort, such a delightful feeling
Having full assurance that’ we’re in His loving hand's care
Free from doubts and fear to enjoy life, so to others, we share!
As of late, my eyelids are heavy.
I am not awake. I'm trying to remain steady.
Feelings so great; my heart is not always ready.
I try to remain, but this challenge is deadly.
Into an empty screen, I continue to stare.
Looking for something that's not really there.
Reality is mean. Fantasy, a nightmare.
I tried the caffeine, yet I am asleep in this chair.
Shiver from chills, now cold and alone.
Blankets in hills, warmth still unknown.
No longer feel thrills; only fleeting dreams my mind has sewn.
Each day, my soul, kills. Slumber is all I have to call my own.
When I finally see light, it is only Your face.
Your voice, the color white, blesses me with grace.
Hold me so tight, so at last, I may bathe,
In sleep so right, lullaby me off into space.
Away in a toy store as Christmas draws nigh,
the mountains of money reach up to the sky,
the customers hurry their presents to buy
none notice the star shining high in the Sky.
This star once looked over a wondrous scene
where a baby was born to fulfil mankind’s dream
of peace on our earth and goodwill to all men,
but 2000 years have passed by us since then.
So what has transpired since our God sent his son
did this make a difference in all we have done.
Has peace and good will been the nature of earth
what purpose fulfilled by our saviour’s birth?
A man in a red suit delights all our kids
to bring us goodwill ‘Merry Christmas’ he bids.
There’s more that believe that our Santa is real
than believe in the story of Jesus I feel.
So who spreads goodwill on this day every year,
who is it that helps our life’s pains disappear.
We all need to believe in this magical day
but 2000 odd years seems too far away.
The colour of red can bring cheer to your soul,
a warm friendly voice our problems console.
A gift from a stranger, no matter how small,
is a message that goodwill can be shared with all.
Away in a toy store as Christmas draws nigh,
the mountains of money reach up to the sky,
but maybe it’s worth all the pennies we spend
to share our thanksgiving with a special friend.
Santa or Jesus, whichever your way
are the spirits that help us enjoy Christmas day.
No matter it seems that this choice is so huge
there’s more joy with them, than if you worshiped Scrooge!
Ivor G Davies
Thanks be to God...for His only Son
Praise be to Jesus,
God and Man made One !
Born in a stable, such a lowly birth,
showing His love for all mankind when He came to earth.
Feel now His presence as you deign to see,
The child in the manger, meant for you and me.
Thanks be to God..for His only Son
Praise be to Jesus,
God and Man made One !
Quiet was the night,
ever so dark and cold.
But the child born this night,
warms the world with His soul.
Thanks be to God...for His only Son
Praise be to Jesus,
God and Man made One !
Angels in the heavens sang on high,
to lowly shepherds this brisk night.
"Peace on earth, good will to men",
Loudly came their song in heaven.
Thanks be to God...for His only Son
Praise be to Jesus,
God and Man made One.
Oh Lord, Your star led the Magi three,
Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar to seek thee.
For they were wise as they kept the star in sight,
may we also follow its guiding light.
Thanks be to God...for His only Son
Praise be to Jesus,
God and Man made One.
Families and friends joined in happy mirth,
as we celebrate Your wondrous birth.
Help us Lord, in Your divine guidance to see,
The love in each other, as You see in me.
Thanks be to God...for His only Son
Praise be to Jesus,
God and Man made One.
I wrote a few beautiful poems for the happy birds,
For the women that I love, for the embroidered skirts,
For the smile of the flowers, for the sensuous shirts,
For the autumn leaves, for the angels with the highest standards,
For the hot panties, for the Pillsbury butts,
For the innocent centerfolds, for the virgin sluts,
For the kinky hair, for the blonde pony tails,
For the lonely star models, for the fashioned nails,
For the sweet pinky tongues, for the brunette bows,
For the see-through thongs, and for the summer rainbows.
I wrote for the battered single mothers,
For the women in love, for the sad swingers,
For the newlyweds, for the passionate couple,
And for the loners who got beat by the corporal.
But I'm still not a Poet; I am simply a desperate lover,
Who likes to tell it like it is. I like to display my mirror,
And open my heart to the world, so everyone can see their soul.
I am a dreamer, a realist, and an optimist that nobody can control.
For the women that I've loved, I thank you for the sweet memories;
For the hot panties, I am not blind; I thank you for the cheese;
For the sweet pinky tongues, I am not drunk; I thank you for the honey;
The summer rainbows brought me hope, peace, diversity and honesty.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Sometimes even happy things
Can fill your life with stress,
Which makes room for anxiety,
Not easy to repress.
It bubbles up from deep within,
Affecting all it strikes
In many different forms, but none
That anybody likes.
From sleepless nights to biting nails
To loss of appetite
Or drinking way too much
Or maybe raring for a fight…
The thoughts that race across the mind
Of all that can go wrong
Get pulled into your gut as if
That’s where they do belong.
If luck is on your side, that worry
Will have been for naught
But sadly, in its web we often
Find that we are caught.