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When things in life do not go according to plan,
I feel so bad about myself and lose my faith;
when grief entered my heart and soul I ran,
with a glimmer of hope remaining deep beneath.
I feel so bad about myself and lose my faith,
the teachings of childhood are rooted inside me;
with a glimmer of hope remaining deep beneath,
oh, putting my faith in the Lord will set me free.
The teachings of childhood are rooted inside me,
believing in Heaven is not about bondage;
oh, putting my faith in the Lord will set me free,
with the Lord by my side this life I can manage.
Believing in Heaven is not about bondage,
my heart was restless until I truly believed;
with the Lord at my side this life I can manage,
now, I give him my struggle and peace is achieved.
My heart was restless until I truly believed,
when grief entered my heart and soul I ran;
now, I give him my struggle and peace is achieved,
when things in life do not go according to plan.
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May 3, 2018
Written for the contest, Lord, I Pantoum You
sponsor, James Edward Lee Sr.
Jesus spoke as one with authority
clearly, as God's son, He knew what's right
traditions are all man-made no less
in them, nothing good, get them out of sight
So often hung up in our traditions
placing too much emphasis on man
thinking what's best by our standard
making it all up according to plan
Hypocrisy is really a great sin
for God abhors this terrible deceit
it fails to honour our great God
bringing on oneself a sure defeat
Here is a question from our Lord
asking why sin against His sovereign
by following tradition so very bland
for the Lord alone can truly govern
So often prayer seems just words
as well read God's word like any book
such attitudes displease our eternal God
be really honest never be a fraud!
("But he answered and said unto them, Why do ye also
transgress the commandment of God by your tradition?")
~ Matthew 15:3
4/10/22
I don't care if god forbids it
All day and night long I fidget
Alcoholic drinks I sip it
THC I smoke, another habit have yet to kick it
I pay it all no mind and have zero interest
You'll bleed out and die with a quickness
If you give yourself slit wrists
B**** quit
Stay out of my business
Good riddance
All of these gimmicks
And peculiar characteristics
It had nothing to do with statistics
Logistics
Or physics
I was about to go ballistic
After I listened to mystics
While trying to interpret hieroglyphics
It eventually turned cryptic
Then I started to get it
When for the longest time I didn't
Meanwhile she put on some lipstick
And others continued to nitpick
Thinking that they are the shizznit
When they're soft like a triscuit
There's always somebody trying to solicit
I'll take nothing for Christmas
I use to be looking for a mistress
Now I remain listless
From the start to the finish
It all took mere minutes
To spend it in one instance
For a brief second I held it with my digits
Going according to plan and as scripted
Another batch of drugs shipped in
Now all of this
I overdo it and mix it
ed up and twisted
If it seems worth it to me, I'll risk it
And stay persistent
Even if for the time being it remains distant
No need for a witness
I don't want forgiveness
Or to kick it
I'm going beyond the limits
No matter about being a misfit
The truth hidden
And forbidden
At one point in time, was this planet paid a visit?
Or is it all just a gimmick
There's a big difference between a wish list
Hit list
And s*** list
Which category do you fit in?
Why is it?
So quick to speak and judge, a bunch of critics
But when I talk, they become crickets
Close and far from thickets
As well as any isthmus
Just remember that eventually this is it
8/15/17
No matter what happens next
May not always make sense
And seem far-fetched
On either side of fence
For ages
The whole place going through changes
And phases
Occuring non-stop
Below and above the top
Occasionally might get one's wires crossed
Still try to connect the dots
Across the whole span
Could get out of hand
And go not according to plan
Or end up being a sham
Might have one's hands full
Eye(s) on the goal
In control on one's own mind, body and soul
At a slow rate or pronto
Could be an employee, or the head honcho
Driving a Ford Bronco
Or Lamborghini Murcielago
Struggling to make ends meet, or living like you won the lotto
Strength of a Black woman.
Paths of destiny.
Passing time, down a road
That was only meant to be.
Directions and sights.
Learning to do what's right.
Building my bricks,
Riding rivers and streams
Sightings of Footprints,
to lead to me,
to the World of my dreams.
Always on my team.
Paths of light,
To do what's right.
God guiding my path.
Direction's set, according to plan.
Shadows of pain, that carry on.
Determined to survive the storms.
Earthquakes that have shaken my ground.
What goes around comes around.
Chains are broken.
I am free, was never built to be bound.
Like a bird stuck in a cage
Only God can feel my rage.
Born to fly.
Everyday stay reaching for the sky.
What's Lye's in the dark
still reaching for the light.
Mind drifting, on flight.
First class,
Still I fly, no fuel no gas.
causing tornados when I past.
Never slow, way too fast.
leave you with a whiplash,
like a whale in the ocean, doing flips.
I splash.
Put fake on blast.
Yeah I see you.
Even when you don't see me.
Strength of a Black Woman.
Passing destiny,
down a road, in a time,
always meant for me.
Learning to do what's right.
Told the Devil,
I ain't going out without a fight.
Building my bricks.
Demons stay trying to kick me down.
Wanting to see me drop.
I'm your worst nightmare.
Beware, Realities,
taking your spot.
Paths of destiny.
Demolished by love
Demolished by love
My doors have been rattled
My cage has been rocked
The vessels are no longer
Moored to the dock
Thank you, love
My streets are abandoned
My town hall is closed
If you know any people,
Maybe go consult those
Not demolished by love
Demolished by love
Even in times of forgiveness
And relative peace and light rain
There's a part of me wants to consider
The debt that I hold and the strain
My brick buildings are toothpicks
My trees, vaporized
I once had an ego --
It's torn down to size
Demolished by love
That old baseball diamond
The old ice cream stand
Everything blown-up
According to plan --
If you have insurance
And ties to this world,
Get down in your storm cellar
Away from that girl
Or be demolished by love
We had expectations
Ideologies, even
Now watch as your every last
Earthly cause is beaten
And demolished by love
This is really good fun
no one can see me at all
but I can see everyone else
this is astounding, feel so tall
It's amazing what you see
when nobody has eyes upon you
so free to watch on and on
especially to know what to do
Looking now seeing weddings aplenty
love proposes for women love man
as man seeks women for his bride
bringing kids to extend life according to plan
Divorce is banned, no separation
harmony rules forever and a day
such sweetness and light to be found
hold it close before going grey
Invisably enlightened overall
nothing hidden for my eye to see
amazing dreams to wish upon
feels strong like that large tree
(I have written this poem from a quote "If You Became Suddenly Invisible What Would You Do And Go". You would realize no one could see you anymore but you could see them.)
Kissing her lover beneath sitka tree,
the Alaskan Sunset yawns languidly.
She knows her beauty beguiles in our dreams;
she's also Mistress of Magical Memes.
Bored with her lovely and rapturous charm.
Oft must be beautiful or cause alarm.
Reasoned, if she and Night traded places,
Extra great treat to wear brand new faces!
Together they plotted, this will be fun!
and we'll manage to baffle everyone!
Well before dappled dusk, their dance began:
day became midnight, according to plan.
Scared, people screamed and ran off in terror
Sunset thought, arghh, this could be an error.
She yelled to night, go back and wait awhile!
who said, leave Greatest Time is not my style!
Sunset thought, what a childish man I chose;
I must bring day, like a song, to a close.
Cloudy whispers becoming breathless hues,
while, beneath sitka, Sunset sings the blues.
May 18, 2023
for Sitka Sunset poetry contest
by Craig Cornish
I believe I can write anything and it would teach you something lol
Let me say this
It's not easy - I had to work for it
Anyway here it goes
Do you believe in comsi comsa -whatever it goes?
Is everything according to plan? - God's plan haha
Now the next question: Is God's plan perfect?
Does God ever tell you what He is doing?
But He does put in your spirit the urge to want something
Because that is what He is going to do for you
Whether you are going to get it right there and then
Or you have to work for it
You will know
Now back to my question
God's plan is always perfect
Because He is a perfect God
You and I are not perfect
So our plan sure is h not perfect
So don't whine or bawl when God has other plans for you
Just remember He is perfect
And His plan for you is perfect
Now do you have any other plans lol?
As cold as my heart is
For a moment I felt heat around it
Could it be he managed to morph me
To something I never dreamt to be
Something sweet, something weak
Something I fear to, on the mirror meet.
Was it the hug so warm to me
That it balanced my homeostasis.
Was it the kiss so passionate
That he began by caressing my cheek
Perhaps when he put on mine his lips
When he slowly, soothingly pleased
My rarely touched skin
I began to have emotions, feelings.
Sudden joy and pain and love and hate trips
Oh dang! What had I done?
Now I look back and beg
To go back in time and rectify
What did not go according to plan
To the me that never cared
To myself which was ne'er fair
To that evil and ugly monster'ess
To as cold as my heart ...was
By Neptune