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As I grow into the women I was created to be I stumbled upon the man that I felt was made
for me… I have to admit my flaws was the reason this union could never be but it could
never hide the love I felt for thee
Now that I’m stronger, wiser, and no longer spiritually bankrupted I still pray that one
day this man could muster the words that I long to hear…
Love he stated I knew nothing about….
Silly girl you should never love with expectations, limitations but with an open heart
full of acceptance…and unselfishness
As my heart sank deeper into this harden shell of rejection and despair I stand screaming
to the top of my lungs I DO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS…
But unfortunately he does not notice or hear me… when I pray at night that my soul will
win this fight SO I CAN finally get this walk of salvation right…
But precious KING of mine I do know what LOVE IS: unselfish loyal and benevolent concern
for the good of another
Never have I ever wished you any harm my precious KING or that you lack any of GODS FAVOR
LOVE WILL MAKE YOU DO THAT… PRAY FOR SOMEONE NO MATTER WHAT…
But as I always do my KING I will go back and start this sketch yet again maybe next time
I will get the color scheme right that when you look into my eyes you can see and know
that you are loved
LOVE WILL MAKE YOU ENDURE…. EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW YOU WILL NEVER……..
REMEMBER I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN……….
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty,
shines so brightly.
Blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
Ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about;
Consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
Felt dining from the war within,
the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing to.
Surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
and love.
A nice veneer
Looking solid and good;
Termites devour within
Life hazards
Venture bleeding;
More vitamin M needed
Business failure
Shocking casualties;
Bankrupted parties
Spice can smell nice
But nice can tell lies;
Sometimes a vice
Impressive bungalow
Sporty car;
Heavy in debt woes
Sad but true
Vanity masquerades;
Not the real thing
Newspaper headlines
Scandal and heartbreak;
I feel sad for you
Regrets fester
Like gangrene;
Amputate the trash
Eye witness here
I watch you tumble;
Helpless to help
Impressive life
Career highlights unrivaled;
Why this bankruptcy?
Sad story
Paper described;
Can prayer alleviate?
In-between
Life and death;
Struggle for meaning
Worldly mindset
Get rich quick;
Scheming for more
Between ambition
And acquisition;
Avarice styles
To succeed well
Take failures well;
Survive persecution
Liquor and wine
Wine and dine;
Decadence flaunts
Simple vanity
Defines ambition;
Practical notions heap
And in the end
Just round the bend;
Broken trends sweep clean
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
Very soon marmosets and moose
will get their vaccines.
A lone gnome fishes in a Koi pond.
The light of the moon
has been dimmed by a Chinese switch.
Elite bands of cockatoos
fight for free speech, but just for themselves.
Preening jackasses bray in the green rain
and the songs are all the same.
A fearful old man stammers in the dark.
So far the greater apes are in ascendance
however, a turtle and trumpet alliance
has formed a combo of resistance.
Four masks a day and a cup of instant propaganda
keep us hiding behind a surreal subterfuge.
Afghan warlords wander empty streets
handing out relief packages.
Birds rent-out tree space to killer bees.
Belfry’s are bankrupted by fleeing bats.
Harpies and stool pigeons
turn in their stools for further interrogation.
King Kong whimpers inside a skyscraper closet,
too shy and lonely now
to swat even the smallest of biplanes.
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty shines brightly,
blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about,
consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
felt dining the war within the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing,
surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
and love.
Jennifer Hedrick-Finch
Form:
THE INTENTIONS OF OUR THOUGHTS,
LEAVES US WITH OUR MOTIVES INTENTLY DETERMINED TO;
MINIPULATE US WITH NEGATIVE MEANINGLESS WORDS;
WHICH ARE SPOKEN HARSHLY,
TOWARDS THE ONES WE LOVE THE MOST.
SENDING OUR DELUSIONS OF LIES WITH;
EVERY VINDICTIVE MALIICIOUS NEGATIVE THOUGHT;AND
WITH ALL THE CRULTIES OF OUR HEART AND SOUL.
AN INVITATION OF THOUGHTS
An Invitation of Thoughts
Angels, dare not enter;
for our city prides on greed and hate.
Fear takes betrayal without heed,
A means to an end.
Our Soul holds more importance,
rather than our indulgences "need".
In the heart of the beast,
reigns the seed of decency.
Bankrupted sorrow, and despair
becomes tomorrow's healing nature.
Heavens peace only comes from within,
not on a faithless belief.
A brief chance to believe that in time,
our spirit will strenghten,
rekindling humanity's faith in god;
and our love for him.
Please stand by for this important announcement
Of news you’ll most assuredly not want to miss
A newsworthy, earth-shaking pronouncement
More startling than your first unexpected kiss.
Your favorite television program is interrupted
Just when you’re about to watch Final Jeopardy,
You’d think the U.S. government was bankrupted
By the sound of the announcer’s anxious perfidy.
Instead, there’s a tennis player who’s deported
From Australia, his name you never heard before
Seems his lack of a vaccine he too openly sported
Forever, hereafter, he’ll never again be obscure.
All you wanted to know was who won Jeopardy
You had waited all day long for today’s show,
For you faithfully watch your program daily
To see the champion trivia winner’s earnings grow.
written January 18, 2022
Corruption and Covid 19 both a virus raiding our planet,
Only socialism works as in Finland in Scandinavia,
Realistically corruption has bankrupted countries, quad tripled poverty
Ruined our God given bountiful earth, brought it to its knees
Utopia that is just a mere word no country has it,
Perhaps Iran and America will go to war and we get caught in the middle,
This corruption has become insane, Russians itching to do the same,
Integration of all colours creeds and nations essential, poor and wealthy alike
Only severe repercussions will result if we don’t take action now,
Nothing seems to erase this filthy greed which has become so obtrusive.
Entering Competition: Any Acrostic Poem
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Date 013/04/2021
Silence is golden
The platinum preferred
Rarity, scarcity
A giant padlock clinking
At my neck
Selling out a bit at a time
Left rotting in the pantry
Speak no evil
Speak not one treacherous word
Instructions, destruction
A word pulling fiercely at us
Around the waist
Pulling from pedestal to pillar-box
Left gangrenous and stained in ink
A slight whisper
Or birdsong played with volume down
Above traffic, under and graphic
A slight hum, coming closer, a pair of rusty sheers
At the throat
Stopped in motion, a speaker torn apart
Left roaring vacuous slander in total silence
Silence is golden
Precious gifts in boxes made of ivory
Value, I tell you
Is quite worth the sleepless nights
And the hands
Dripping on mute, repetition looping
Left as a reminder, do not bankrupt my bunker
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty shines brightly,
blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about,
consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
felt dining the war within the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing,
surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
and love.