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I was out in the world
I thought it was all about me
I was blinded by lustful pleasures
unwilling to stop or see
I did drugs, I drank, I thought I was in control
yet He never gave up on me
just waited for me to return back to the fold
I lived a life of decadence
only seeking selfish pleasures
I forsook His very word
and fell short of His measure
surrounded by evil and darkness
desperate and in plight
too self-absorbed to understand
that I needed His guiding light
being down and out
as low as a human can go
I allowed the adversary
to run the entire show
but despite me being my self
of me He continued to seek
He never gave up on me
even though I was shallow and weak
now I'm back in His arms
a new creation in Christ
reading and studying his word
my future is looking bright
restored, reborn and renewed
my faith is now on solid ground
He never gave up on me
no matter how far I'd sunk down
people today need to come together
and just try to understand
that the foundation that God gave
is solid rock and not sinking sand
God's word will nourish your soul
and His love will lighten your heart
God never gave up on me
and from Him
may I never again draw apart
I’ve lived a life in the darkness, I have felt it’s pain,
all the sorrows, hurts, and anger, pouring down like rain.
Un-forgiveness, wrath, and vengeance, a plate that I served best,
it was all about me, I forget about the rest.
Do unto other’s, before they do unto you,
a motto that I held so dear, and true.
All the things that people had done to me,
I turned and gave it out so free.
How it made me feel good, it covered my pain,
as I stood there in the darkness, hell did rein.
I became the darkness, from the shadows of my heart,
like a demon of revenge, I did play the part.
When the truth, shined it’s light, for my eyes to see,
the demons of the darkness, growing inside of me.
With shackles and chains, the weight of my soul,
the light came in, with stories of freedom untold.
The battle had started, but I was to blind to see,
the prisoner chained in the darkness, was me.
With the light of truth, and blood staines on my hand,
the darkness in this world,
where we make our final stand.
The battle is mine, with a train of thought,
with the blood on my hands, I had been bought.
Redemptions story, God is alive and well,
if you live in the darkness, it will take you through hell.
Through the fires burning, to make all things anew,
so we can walk in the light, and be those things, thats true.
26/2/2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Contest: treasure trove
Austerely laid my eyes firmly on my garden far side
Tattered page piles, from my attic treasure trove, littered outside.
I picked up a dog eared page of the days of sitting together,
In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather.
On such a glorious winter day, I scribbled on this page love notes,
A long time ago, by the way, in double quotes
Nostalgic now the dismal, Melancholy tenors that fill in,
Memories of “au revoir”, replete my poignant heart to its brim.
A wind now blows this dog eared page & it flies by the old gum tree
Dully chase it with some rage &as I see the page, begin to read all about me……………..
For the last two lines, the paper is vacant void & bare,
Heart’s healed wounds to open with quinine drenched text I would not dare.
Let’s pester Uncle Fester
After dafter Luxon
Pushed the button
Welcomed every glutton
To the isles of mutton
Theme of the meme
Team New Zealand
It does seem
No longer a
Stronger eclectic sceptic
Spanked by the rank
Septic tank stream
Peptic Pyramid scheme
Grand slam.. glam sham scam
Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan
God damn..American dream
Our rancour on social media
Danker seedier leaders crimes
Hanker for every greedier
Rhymes with banker
Sleazier golden geezer visas
Accept any offers to
Fill their many coffers
Brokery.. jiggery pokery
Immunity without impunity
To the unity of community
Profanity of their vanity
Insanity of their depravity
Clarity...disparity not charity
Tramples ample wokery
Our amazing landscape
Instead becomes their escape
Coined..after all they’ve purloined
Jolly jape…no red tape
Not being rash
But it is a rash
Debunk the gunk & funk
Forsaking the avarice
Taking the pis*
Bliss abyss monk
Crass..brash..flash git
S***k a chunk of cash
From their balderdash stash
Making..a complete hash of it
Fake elite on the take
As they see fit
Billionaire boys ploys annoys
Replete yet still cheat
Have your cake and eat it
Our government just envoys
For a small fee..sweet
Deploys the swanky..w**ky
Yankee all about me
Time to flee plea
They lit the fire
Liar & denier
Dug the quagmire
Piety for impropriety
Moolah Messiah ruler
High flyer pariah
Crueler society
Who when the s**t
Does hit the fan
No fibs..his nibs gets
First dibs on cribs
Outlier masterplan zen..know
Then where to go
Can always hunker down
In a spick & span den
Their Queenstown bunker
Amen
You said my eyes tell my story
That they lead right to my heart
You believed we had a purpose
The time of us came from the stars
My how we would laugh for hours
All those stories you could tell
You wanted to know all about me
And never forgot one detail
The day your life ended
My whole world was torn apart
You were forced on a new journey
Leaving me with a broken heart
Did you know how much I love you
Did you know how much I care
Did you know you are always in my heart
The time of us so special and rare
I pray your spirit has found peace
I feel you are watching from above
I look for signs that you are with me
I am blessed to have known your love
Written 12-1-15
Love Poem Contest
By Heidi Sands
Fifth Place
I have lost my track, all around I see only darkness.
Is it because my eyes are blind folded or my sight impaired?
I grope and stagger, not knowing where my next step leads.
This miserable plight leaves me greatly despaired.
A thick veil has been drawn all about me,
Hindering my sight. What I see is ink blackness.
I wish to move into a world of light and life,
A blissful state of better awareness and gladness.
I know there’s a light at a distance, so bright and blinding.
It's more powerful than the light from all lamps.
I plead God to direct me to that light hidden from my view.
Allowing it to penetrate my being, filling up all empty blanks.
* * * *
He whispered- “Why search for light when it is inside,
Tear off the shroud and you’ll see the self-existent light”.
Rising to a new awakening, I looked inside, saw my ego,
Hung as a curtain over my eyes, veiling my sight.
The very moment I fell on my knees and ardently prayed,
“Let the waves of light pass through every sinew and bone,
Of my being and tear off the veil obstructing my view,
And lead me to light, never making me stumble in a dark zone”.
God graciously heard my prayer and beams of light fell on my way.
Felt I was floating on the crest of the waves of delight.
Along with this new insight, colours and tunes poured in endless cascade,
And my whole being got soaked in the lustrous beams of light.
May. 9. 2023
Placed Second in Unseeking Seeker's Poetry Contest
An open book, an empty page.
What will I write today ?
The written word, a productive gauge
of that which the heart wants to say.
Leaves blowing about in the windy breeze,
bringing forth words from within.
Colors begin to adorn the trees
and to not write of this would be a sin.
The silence of the early morn
nurtures that space of time to reflect
on moments in my life from when I was born
and memories I'm longing to forget.
I choose to see beauty in the day
and let my pen write of the same.
All about me wakes to the sun's first rays
with more ideas for this writer to claim.
Douglas L. Ace
Ignorance.
It’s not a lack of knowledge.
Ignorance is the act of ignoring.
It is the denial of Truth, the setting aside of practicality, and the excusing oneself from living.
Ignorance is the favorite child of the ignominious and the ignoble.
It speaks volumes about our commitment to hard work (we don’t have one!)
Ignorance is the running aground of a perfectly good ship, that was going somewhere, because we can’t bear the strain of pulling in the sheets*, of steering the rudder, of ducking the boom.
It runs out of excuses early.
Ignorance is telling Hans Mellqvist ‘no’, when he needs help, and there is nobody else but me.
Yah, IGNORANCE!
It is all about me, and none about you.
Ignorance. The Height of Selfishness.
_____________
* the sheets – lines, used in sailing, to control the movable corners of a sail
Broken People
I wish to be with the broken people.
The get in your face challenge me people. The sometimes hidden sitting in a dark corner kinda people.
The “Don't you love me?”
I wish you seen me sorta people.
People just being real people.
Not having to have it all together people. Them doing their best to figure it out people. Dancing and singing without the smooth moves people.
I don't care about the color of their skin, or what others think of as their sin. No need to be perfect to win.
Seeing and listening is where I'll begin. Beyond appearance of fat or thin. I only know what I know
I've never been where they've been.
We'll start
with our broken smiles
it's the best we've got.
It might seem like so little
still I think it's a lot.
Through life's struggles we've all fought. Lessons needed learning
experienced not taught.
Real is real it couldn't be bought.
So forget the fake people,
the all about perfect hair and clothes people. The I live in the right neighborhood and drive the right car people. It's all about me, top of the hill people. They only hang out with the supremely cool people.
those too important to talk to me people. Thinking they're the best of the best kinda people, when all along they are merely Sheeple.
Ba ba baaing, thinking they are strong instead of feeble.
I love characters
people who are unique.
I look under exteriors to gain a peek.
Strength of lions disguised in meek.
Unconcerned with fab or being chic.
Worth listening to if allowed to speak.
The stories they tell will make your eyes leak.
For in the end
we are all broken
stumbling and choking.
Disguising hurt with our joking,
victims of others and their poking.
So look close maybe you'll see
eyes that aren't blank
hearts that aren't empty.
Who we think of as complicated
in the end might not be.
They might push when others come close,yet they are affectionate times three. Each just a bit afraid and broken. All the while wishing
and wanting to be a part of something. If only we choose to see
those on the fringes are a part of the we. All we have to do is let them be.
I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:
Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest