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There are days when I don’t feel
Like listening to God’s will
There are days when I don’t know
What it is to truly hope
There are days when I just can’t say
Prayers that leave me feeling blessed
As if the Lord has poured out His love
Rained down His joy, His light, His glory
Onto my soul, into my spirit, revealing
The wisdom of listening, hearing
All of the love that He is giving
Love like this is love that is fulfilling
There are days when I don’t understand
What it is to live in God’s plan
There are days when I don’t imagine
I’ll ever make it to the promised land
There are days when I just can’t say
What I feel in my heart, the best part
Of being a child of the King, a child
Who is living to give back to Him
There are days when I don’t appreciate
The blessings He gives me, the kindness
The endless feelings of a grace
That fill my heart with complete faith
There are days when I wish I could say
I know where I’m going with this life
I know what it means to conquer strife
I know all about this eternal grace
But. I am merely a simple woman
With only my bible and my hope
My belief in the One who came to earth
To die on a tree knowing I’d believe
He came back to life, resurrected
A risen Savior who I can always know
Will light up the darkness with His love
Answer my prayers with His resolutions
Fulfill my heart’s needs with His promises
Yes, there are days when I can’t answer
I don’t know the when, the why or the where
I don’t know how or who.. I only know, for sure,
That Jesus is the answer to every problem
He provides the comfort through the storms
And leaves me feeling certain that I am loved
There are days when I just can’t pray
But there are endless ways I can say
He holds the key to my heart and soul
Without Him, I wouldn’t be whole
I’m so very thankful He is the anchor
I will always hold onto Him and know
He will make a way where no way was before
He will light the darkest dread with faith
And He will silence every thought of doubt
I love Him more today than I ever have
I appreciate
The patriotic voices
It does my heart good
I truly believe
In what makes this country great
But I would say this:
The Constitution
And Bill of Rights created
To ensure freedom
Against tyranny
And to stop invaders from
Attacking our homes
We have the right to
Should pack a gun...
Having the right to
Be free goes hand in hand with
The right to feel safe
If we continue
To argue over our right
To security
We are betraying
The very thing we fought for
In all the wars past
We are no longer
Truly free because we now
Are captives of fear
We are so afraid
Of being insensitive
Offending someone...
We've allowed thousands
Of "sleepers" to live with us
Freely, unchallenged
Waiting for the time
The signal to attack us
Again and again
While we were sleeping
Enemies crawled in our beds
They destroy our dreams...
Would you invite your
Enemy to your house to
Sit at your table?
Right to privacy?
We gave that up long ago
It's an illusion
Each time we logon
To the web to conduct our
"Personal" business...
Each time we apply
To obtain that credit card
To purchase more "things"...
Willingly we will
Give up the rights to privacy
For financial gain
Making money is the
"Great American Way"
Nothing wrong with that
But when it comes to
National security
We whine, hem and haw...
We won't compromise
When it's not profitable
Even for life's sake...
Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest…
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely
Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant
I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…
But, you’re like no other . . .
You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool –
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…
I’m writing words of truth though –
Expressing how much I’m fond of you
I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee
At times, you do say things without thinking
I’m the god of distress –
You’re leaving me breathless
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time
At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you
You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…
Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on,
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night
When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight
Like reading a fascinating, classic book
I'm getting tired of hearing your silly complaints.
You're angry because your husband isn't a saint.
Your husband forgets and leaves the toilet seat up and you think this isn't very
nice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.
Your husband has a few flaws but in my eyes he's great.
When I tell you about some other husbands, he'll be a man who you'll appreciate.
I've seen husbands who beat and raped their wives and some husbands who
even threatened them with guns.
And you complain about the superficial things your husband has done.
Close to where I live, a man killed his wife and then set her on fire.
Be thankful that your life isn't so dire.
These poor women's lives have been completely destroyed.
And you have the nerve to complain because your husband goes out once a
week with the boys.
Before you complain about your husband again, maybe you should think twice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.
Form:
Mine was a world without flowers
where nature had nothing to give.
Bleakly, a path stretched before me.
That life I was fearful to live.
In the desolate dust long I wandered
‘til oasis I found in your love.
A mercy directly from heaven;
hopeful, as rain from above.
Together in love long we labored
yet fruitless it seemed was our toil.
At times, I admit my faith waivered.
Were we wasting our time in dead soil?
In our struggle we grew ever closer.
Unyielding, we weathered those years.
Ever planting in hopes of tomorrow,
each seed watered by heartfelt tears.
But then came the bloom of our yearning
a flower unlike any other,
who’s blossom meant life beyond living,
and we became father and mother.
Before you, I had only desert.
No water, no beauty, just strife.
Beside you, in resplendent bounty
the fields of our labor bear life.
05/06/15
05/06/15
*note: I am working on this for a mother's day gift I am making for my wife. If any brilliant minds out there care to offer feedback, or ideas on how I might improve this, I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks.
-Preston
In another time, another place
You might know my name, you might see my face
And see I'm more than the sum of my parts
You might see me here, or feel me there
Coming out of the sameness everywhere
And know that something hungers in your hearts.
I don't really want much
No not much at all
Just give me a reason
To give you a call
But the thing I'd really like most of all
Is Respect.
I like shiny cars
I like expensive bars
I want anything I can get - just the same as you
Give me love or money
Appreciate me honey
But still I need Respect - just tell me what to do
Don't leave me at home wasting time alone
I really want to appear at the astrodome
As the man we all admire and support
Raise up those big blue eyes like miniture skies
Sell me all your alibis
And I'll gladly keep the ball in my own court.
Respect - It's what I want
Respect - It's the thing I need
Respect - From the lonely crowd
Respect - Satisfaction garunteed.
Respect opens all the doors
Respect fills the Ego's pores
Respect teaches us a thing or two
What will it take to earn some Respect from you?
I don't really want much
No not much at all
Just give me a reason
To give you a call
But what I'd really like most of all
Is Respect.
Oak hill park, we love your beauty you bestow to us,
Your tall strong oak trees give us shelter in the sun,
And provide endless beautiful color in the fall.
Oak hill park, you give us a healthy, safe, picturesque, endless area of mother natures yard in which we can play with our children, splash pad to cool us in the hot days of summer, the sounds of children laughing, smiles all around, do you hear their carefree voices?
Oak Hill Park, we appreciate your bounty of nature, your beauty in the fall, the sight of snow on your tall trees in the winter, is breathtaking for sure. You promote healthy living, with lush green grass, we love your smells, your trees blowing in the wind.
Mother Natures beauty is all around us, we are so proud of all our parks.
I was just a little girl, when I saw them,
The hands that blessed my heart,
With kindness, compassion and attention,
Hands that sought to protect me,
Bless me with their endless gifts, such affection.
I learned, as the years moved by me,
That those hands were ever a guide for me,
Reassuring me of the love in their touch,
Lending me the wonder of a devotion –
That inspires, soothes and never gives up.
As time gave me reasons to fear,
And my life was sometimes filled with tears,
Those hands wiped away the pain,
With concern that had nothing to gain,
Promising me that, through life, those hands…
Working hands, remarkably strong –
But just as gentle as the whisper of a song,
Coloring my life in faith, my hopes stirred,
Erasing the darkest days with assurance
That, those hands, would ever console me.
I remember those hands of love, hands,
Gesturing to the light where feeling reflects
All the beautiful, the joy, the amazing
That comes to those who appreciate the touch,
From working hands, hands who seek to support.
Those hands, working for all the right reasons,
To give to those who God has given,
The children, the family, the glorious meaning
Of a life filled with affection, adoration and praise,
That abides inside the soul who knows…
Working hands are more than just practical.
They seek to give a hope to those who may lack,
Those who believe, without seeing…
That God is the answer, the reason, the promise,
Love that never leaves – love that always agrees…
Appreciation of the love, the guidance, the prayers,
The promise of a soul who will always care,
The gentleness of a touch from hands that are aware…
even when all hope seems lost, this love – it prepares,
the heart and soul – with warmth that continues to grow,
love that moves the soul to never let go of those hands,
working hands who remind us –
when life is hard, when the struggles come…
down-to-earth gifts from loved ones who insist,
love is more than words – love is heard in hands who pray –
upturned to face the One who always makes a way!
Here are my instructions for when I leave this world to go into the “magic realm of possibilities”, the heaven on another plane. For it will be so much better, it will make this Earth life seem like the bowels of hell. Some of us are doing our best to create a heaven on earth here, but it’s still not heaven. Right?
When I pass through to my next adventure, I do not want sadness. I do not expect and will not appreciate wailing or whining. This earthly body which is worn out, and toothless does not want or need an expensive casket or a tombstone. Have you met me? Would I want you to give people a sad place to go and feel badly? Here are my specifications, short, sweet, and to be followed by whomever cares.
Laugh loud and hard, tell funny stories, pretend I was a comedienne. Be glad because I am in a very jazzy, graciously wonderful place. Dance and whirl and twirl and hum. I want you to celebrate my life with a “party.” If you make my grandchildren cry, I will hunt you down, and you will have the next party.
I want you to play my favorite songs –“99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall- all verses, and I mean it, “Puff the Magic Dragon”, and Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.” If you really want to get carried away, you may play Liza Minnelli’s “Liza with a Z”. But be careful; this could easily hook you forever on her music.
If someone loves me enough to do this, please read Samuel Coleridge’s poem “Kubla Khan” at my celebration of life party. I guarantee I will be there, and I will love it! Thanks in advance.
Situations
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Power are you mislaid
Uncertainty what do you know?
Future are you still about ..
Destiny are there any prospects?
Around the world I go
With my word's poem ..
There are places everywhere
Where life is bitter sauce
In times without meat
Situations so obscure
Only a hungry camera can capture
Angry situations world-wide.
Everyone needs life, meat or potatoes.
One man in a corner prays quietly for his own.
Some are rich and crowned higher
They have the lookout and luxury of jet sea and sky
Lucky they can pick and choose
And you alone beseeched?
Don't know what to appreciate
Solo you sit and think
Life is a unpleasant gig
You walk around
And see people stumbling
Shifting in skirts and shirts
They wear shirts without knots
Their shoes crooked walk.
A little dog runs down a street
She is looking for puppy snacks
The stray cat is also hunger punished
A drunken man nearly had an accident
Lost his wheel control
And nearly knocked a child playing wild
Presidents are men who don't care
Infamous king's swag
Well fed prime ministers fat and do nothing
Garbage does not pay the worker his wages
Positions, places, shambles and
Situations begging everywhere.