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HIS GRACE IS RELENTLESS
You called me from a million
but what did I do Father God?
You gave me eyes yet I chose to be blind
You gave me ears yet I chose to be deaf
You gave me mouth yet I chose to be mute
You gave me hands yet I chose to not share
You gave me feet yet I chose to turn my back
To Your call,
I said No
I did not stop
I run away
I opted to disobey You
So stubborn, I refused
doing only what I want
what I like...
Left to right roads with trees,
cemented, rocky, sandy,
so many roads I walk through
believing I can without You Father God
but I was wrong... terribly wrong!
I gain the golds, the diamonds
I was happy then for I have lots of friends
Day and night,
I taste the best meat
I drink the finest wine
I drive the newest limousine
I dress in signature clothes
I walk in branded shoes
I can sleep even in a bed of bills
but why?
Why amidst all these I am not happy?
I feel lost,
there is no peace, no contentment.
I am like the empty hole of a doughnut.
It is as if I am in a dark tunneled labyrinth.
I am calling the name of my mama, my papa
the friends whom I shared my golds
but what I heard in an echo
is my own voice....
I fell and dream.
I captain my life's ship
so wanting to sail,
swim on the ocean blues
watched over by sunny skies
and if tired
rest awhile in silky white sands
but along my sail,
the breezy air begin to blow
the quiet sea begin to wave..
Lots of wind blows they hit my ship
I thought only seagulls I will see
but again am wrong,
waves became tides
shaking and disturbing my ride...
I woke-up, asking myself...
If only I have chosen,
responding to Your call Father God
where could You have lead be?
I start my search,
uttering my cries,
repenting for my disobedience
weeping for Your grace and compassion
to kindly rescue me...
Always loving,
Always faithful,
Always merciful,
Father God answered me.
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Copyright © 2015
11:00 am, September 06, 2015
Some days are diamonds
Some days are pure do-do
Today was a totally do-do day
I'm sure everyone has them every once in awhile
But mine are a lot more frequent than they once were
Is it my age that makes the difference
Or is it my retirement
Throughout my life, I have always been
A very, very active person
So to all of a sudden be without a goal
I'm lost in a sea of nothingness
The only activity my brain gets
Is poetry and that's not enough to sustain me
I need a challenge every day
I have one of those brains that constantly
Needs nourishing, to be challenged or it will die
I wish it weren't true
And I could just lie back in my easy chair
And watch the world go by
BUT... that's just not me!
© Jack Ellison 2014
In the Swirling Mists of My Mind
I Have Been Lost for So Many Years,
Moving Here or Maybe There,
and Clarity Would Only Bring Tears.
Time Has Finally Healed Me
Oh, but it Moved So Slow.
It Seemed it Took Forever,
to Recover from the Blow.
I Was Hit Hard on the Head,
I Went down in Vietnam,
for Awhile I Was Missing in Action,
I Had Got Too Close to a Bomb.
I Woke up in a Vietnam Prison
but My Mind Refused to Work,
I Wasn't Able to Talk.
All I Remember Is the Hurt.
My Buddies Got Me out
and Made Sure I Got Sent Home,
I Have All of Them to Thank,
but I Can't Do it on My Own.
We Always Took Care of Each Other.
It Was "All for One and One for All"
Now It's Time to Thank My Friends.
Their Names Are on the Wall.
Connie Moore
May 11, 2000
First Date
You are taking my daughter, O-U-T!
I want to scream at you.
I want to take you and sit you…
down on a bed of nails,
or at least my couch,
and give you… the third degree.
There are other things,
I would give you…
but they are dangerous and have lasting effects.
Yet, you will… tell me the truth!
This is “Our” time together…
You showed up late, that is not okay.
Will you repeat the offense… tonight?
You had best not…, be past the hour…!
Have I told you that I am a baker?
I like to cook, and everything can be burned…
Did you know that?
You should look it up. It is true.
Her father is not here.
That is okay. I can take up the slack.
He is busy in another land,
shooting bad guys and saving the world.
It is important that everything go well here at home…
You, understand? (the tone was rooted in truth)
I sew. Did I tell you?
I can make a bag, a very strong bag.
A sack with a tie, that can not be undone.
It will fit you. I am good with measurements.
Are you nervous?
You should not be.
We can sit, and even pray if you like.
That would be a good start.
If you do not know the words,
I have concerns, for your future.
You need to go back to the beginning.
That is…if you are ever going to leave here…
alive…with my daughter.
Here she is,
(a hushed whisper)
Now say nothing..., and smile.
(poking the poor boy in the ribs)
If she is not happy when she comes home,
You will need to stay again with me…
alone…awhile.
Did I tell you I like to...
(sharpening a long sword,
with a small stone.)
Return again warm glow of Christmas past,
Rekindle precious times I hold so dear.
Transport me back and let my mind be cast
On golden memories of yesteryear.
A fir tree trimmed with fragile fairy lights
Illuminates an angel’s modest smile,
The mystery of secret gifts excites,
Though childhood dreams must slumber yet awhile.
Outside, a serenade of Christian souls
Regales our hearts with warm uplifting voice;
‘Oh little town of Bethlehem’ extols
The Saviour who gives reason to rejoice.
And those I’ve loved commemorate once more
The wonder of those Christmases of yore.
15/10/18
I see you in the shadows
something misshapen
moving through the dark.
I am not afraid of what you are
just come here closer
reach out for my hand
and I will do what I can
to release your confined....
No more tears, no hiding in fears.
No more pain, no longer insane.
I see you in the shadows
where looks are deceiving.
You're a gentle monster
would never harm a fly.
You are not a vampire
fearful of the sunlight
just come here closer to me
I am reaching out my hand
take it, step up into the sun....
Warmth to feel, know it is real.
No more sorrow, with love in tomorrow.
I see you in the shadows
and I see a reflection of me
cause I've been there
lived a life of solitude
away from prying eyes.
All I wished for was a hand
to come closer to pull me
free from the depths
and reintroduce me to day....
A shy smile, hidden for awhile.
Ran away from home, now left to roam.
I see you in the shadows
you are beautiful to me
we are all blemished
on the surface and deep inside.
Come to me, even closer now
your hand rests in mine
I feel your trust grow
you break away from the shell....
A new start, a revived heart.
We are free, no more shadows to see.
Blue midnight sky is blanketed with twinkling stars
And once in awhile some stardust falls from heaven afar
Some gold stardust fell when God sent me precious you
His magnificent Son who made a glorious debut
Remarkable entrance into this sin cursed earth
A tiny baby, incarnate God, that Mary did birth
Awe inspiring miracle, when Jesus came down
Someday we'll see Him in His full glory wearing His crown
Something called Poulter's Measure
Couplets where the first line in a couplet is 12 syllables
And the second line in a couplet is 14..Like years ago
a person who raised chickens and had hens that
were layers would sell the eggs for cash or barter..
Sometimes they would give 12 eggs or a dozen then
if the hens were laying good they sometimes would
give 14 instead of the dozen..
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Blanket Of Stardust
Written this eleventh day of
January 2013
Penned by: Sara Kendrick
Finis'
From sunset 'til dawn, how do I love thee?
To the music of the cooing doves song
From the crack of dawn with sunny skies or gray
With each thought that passes into light
Of matter gray, each breath that I take
How do I love thee?, often my heart
Strays into a lovely day with flowers gay
How do I love thee?, deep; long; with each breath
That I inhale and release never to cease
How do I love thee, inadequately pure
Of this my soul is forever sure
How do I love thee, with phileo love
Sometimes eros but await total agape
In response to
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
"Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861
Inspired by Brian Strand's contest # 231
I know that the rhyme scheme is not correct on this one but it just flowed when I wrote it awhile back..I hope that you enjoy reading it..
11/1/21
Ever since a child
It's all been a vicious cycle
Through all the tribulations and trials
I was happy or I didn't smile
Stuck for awhile, or got by with a different style
Most obsessed with wealth and a prestigious title
So much becoming malicious and vile
People and their crooked ways
Time courses on and wood decays
Overall another terrible, I mean good day
From it all there is much I took away
It's no longer hitting home
Or written in stone
Much unknown and little known
Honestly, mostly just muscle, skin and bones
Nearby river stones
And far from the kitchen stove
Thinking differently and speaking with a different tone
Several ghosts I was chasing
During the quest and undertaking
Getting through the barrier was backbreaking
And painstaking
With complacency or risk taking
Freezing among the elements or baking
Among it all there was continual head shaking
And snaking
People still hellraising
Caught up on forsaking
Therefore it always required wise decision making
Through anything I was facing
It can be a tough pill to swallow
No need to wallow
In misery and remain feeling hollow
Doing things similar to Apollo
Got to pave my own way, can't just follow
For all this I've got no clever saying
Blacks clouds overhead hanging
Forever raining
Situation never changing
When will I truly ever be awaking
I am in a sanctuary where people do unspeakable things.
Things they would never do with people watching.
Things they would not want mothers to know about.
There are lots of shadows; the floor feels wet and cushiony.
I hear the screech of an eagle, spotting prey.
Turn my head to see it swoop down 150 feet from me.
Another screech, then silence.
Twigs snap as I gingerly look for snakes.
Cobwebs get tangled in my hair;
It has been awhile since a person was here.
I stop at a creek, and look at the pebbles.
Wondering if they have ever been touched.
I pick through them, select three, pocket them.
Wild violets are next to the sandy riverbank;
Unseen, unappreciated.
I trip over tree roots as
I walk to a fallen tree, climb up, and sit.
The unparalleled silence calls for reverence.
I lie on the log and poke the forest floor
With a stick, finding mushrooms and moss.
I like the feeling
Of the sun on my back in this tiny
Break in the forest.
I hear a rustling noise,
Turn,
A deer has been startled.
I get a glimpse of her white tail.
It is a sanctuary here; my church.