Long Adaption Poems
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O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death! I thank God--through Jesus Christ our Lord! So, then, with the mind I worship Christ, but with the flesh the law of sin. There is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, but according to the Spirit. Romans 7:24 and Romans 8:1
However, according to the Apostle Paul to the Gentiles. Just because we are in Christ Jesus; it does not grant a free license to live our lives according to our sinful flesh. For, it is very true that if we live our lives according to our sinful flesh, the Holy Spirit is not able to actively work inside of of us and He is very displeased with us!
For those who walk according to the flesh set their minds on things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit, the things of the Spirit. For to be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life and peace. Romans 8:5,6
For the carnal mind is at enmity against God; for it is not subject to the law of God, nor indeed can be. So, then those who are in the flesh cannot please God. Romans 8, 6,7
But you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit dwells in you. Now if anyone does not have the Spirit of God He is not His. Romans 8:9
However, once you truly become saved by the Holy Spirit of God, you don in fact remain saved. But we neither try nor test the Spirit of God by also grieving His Holy Spirit by governing our lives according to the will and the works of our fallen sinful natures.
And if Christ is in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give live to your mortal bodies through His Spirit that lives within you. Romans 8:11
For as many who are lead by the Spirit of God, we are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adaption in whom we cry out, "Abba Father." Romans 8:14, 15
Because we are filled with the Holy Spirit, we are the sons and the daughters of Christ Jesus. We are the children of God and joint heirs with Christ and have His free gift of eternal life in Christ Jesus.
All Biblical scriptural verses from the book of Romans are from the NJKV version.
All of my love and my life and my dedication in Christ Jesus.
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
June 25, 2026
God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride,
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond.
My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!
Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.
So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud.
Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A Doe and deer come to my backyard.
its quite a common sight
in leafy suburbia.
The hunters search out the
deep woods to shoot at them.
They are in no danger here
except for the growling menace
of minor roads.
They are unphased,
by me at my door,
both stare at me for a long minute.
Then the fawn strays
too far from its mother.
Mother and Bambi
disappear into
a light industrial unit
just a stone’s throw away.
That’s just how it is round here,
the tall hedgerows
hide both the deer
and the humming machinery,
that unobserved
make the hunters guns.
Even good girls never listen to their wise mothers,
they like to hang out with bad guys who stay
up late, don't go to school and sleep all the day;
if only they took their words seriously,
there would be no accidental pregnancy:
how does Liz put up with a baby that often cries?
" Give your baby up for adaption, he would have
a better life than you can give him! " her mom implores;
" No, I can't... I am keeping him and give him love! "
Liz cries our in desperation staring at her child who smiles.
" I saw Robert and he's looking for a job, he claims
he's the father and is taking responsibility; ah, when he sent me a text,
I left home after one; we got drunk on beers
and I barely remember what happened next!
I am aware that sorry won't change anything! " she scream hysterically.
" If he's promises to change, you can still live here and raise your baby! "
Even the walls hear her mother's plead not void of feeling,
then Liz gratefully says,, " Thank you mom for your understanding! "
Colour unto black-and-white.
Darkness revealed by the light.
Cold which warms to become hot.
Lines drawn from a single dot.
Wooden homes replaced by bricks.
Something different in the mix.
Out with old and in with new...
Such is change for me and you.
Change can be a welcome touch...
For the better, providing much.
It may hold the needed answers
To frictional circumstances.
At times, it can be for worse...
Less a blessing, more a curse.
Trial and error could be so...
Otherwise, you will never know.
Some are open to a change...
Others find its idea strange.
Those more willing to adaption
Tend to reap more satisfaction.