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Was it the taunting stares
The feelings repressed
The betrayal by a friend
The weight of sacrifice
The promise of Abba
Did you give it up all
Eloi Rama.. Rama..
Was it the burden
The sin upon you thrust
Was there still hope
Was it fear of being castoff
Was it worth My Lord..
Was the sacrifice worth..
An atonement for all sin
Till eternity for all times..
Yet we escape not trials
Yet a throne of judgement
Stands awaiting the trumpets
As mercy upon us
Like dew fall..
Mercy throne we beseech
Deal with us like sons
Heirs of life by grace
Rabbi do teach us
Whisper in our darkening hearts
An awakening of the we spirit
A fellowship with the One yes
My Lord in right and wrong
I still am sandwiched in choice
TRICKY THINGS
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‘Thank yous’ are such tricky, delicate things
like small birds with hollow bones
or the first breath of sharp air
on a cold November morn.
They tend to get away from us
appearing and disappearing without our noticing
They are difficult to capture,
unable to hold in the palm of our hand.
‘Thank you's.’ What are they?
Are they insincere, occasionally a burden,
nothing more than a tit-for-tat transaction?
Are they sincere but easily forgotten and sometimes lost,
some never having been spoken or shared?
A thank you. What is it?
Is it black and liquid,
like a fresh mug of hot tea?
*“Is it silvery and crinkled,
like useless wrapping paper?
Or
Is each one unique,
like an inside joke between two old friends?”
A thank you. What is it?
I do not always know
what a true thank you looks or feels like.
Perhaps the appearance depends
upon the giver and receiver.
Maybe it’s the intention in the exchange
that colors its appearance
A thank you. What is it?
It’s a heartfelt exchange freely given
between two people.
I’m giving you one now.
Thank you for reading my poem.
*Note Quoted from: poemsandoccasions.com/thank-you-poems/
Injustice, a tale as old as time,
Echoes through the ages, a perpetual crime.
From Amos' scriptural cry to traditional Ifa's call,
The holy Quran and Bible, too, denounce injustice's thrall.
Yet, why do people struggle to uphold what's right?
The wealthy steal millions, but negotiate their plight.
No punishment, no sentence, just a slap on the wrist,
While the poor, with nothing to offer, are crushed, and their lives, dismissed.
In African lands, innocent souls are jailed each day,
Their freedom, a luxury, they cannot afford to pay.
A young man's fate, a stark reminder of this cruel plight,
Sentenced to death for stealing a fowl, 14 years of endless night.
His parents, worn by grief, their hearts, a heavy burden bear,
Their son, a victim of injustice, with no one to care.
How did we sink so low? Who'll rise to right this wrong?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the poor must unite, and be strong.
United, they can challenge the predators in human disguise,
And fight against injustice, with a collective, courageous cry.
To move ahead, we must glance behind,
For wisdom grows from a questioning mind.
We celebrate brilliance, dismiss those who fall,
Then treat every life as if shaped by one call.
But we come from seeds in unequal ground
Some richly nourished, others barely found.
Some grow in gardens, loved and seen,
Others choked by weeds, lost in between.
They search for light, for air to breathe,
But weeds grow fast and never leave.
Still, they reach, they fight, they cope,
Clinging to slivers of faith and hope.
Jesus comes with hands held wide,
To lift the fallen, walk beside.
He doesn't ask for wealth or fame
Just lay down the burden, release the blame.
For Christmas I want fuzzy warm socks.
Everyone knows it, and they are affordable.
So people can keep their big money for their children’s gifts.
If you have homemade fudge, of course I want that too.
And I will take white acrylic paint because I always need it.
A bag of potato chips is always welcome also.
But mostly, I want my loved ones to be healthy and happy.
I do not want to be a burden for them. I do not make demands.
I tell them “If you can make time for me, please do.” If not, it is okay.
Christmas is time for me to relax and write poetry.
Time for me to reflect on the blessings and talents that I have.
For me to appreciate Baby Jesus and his sacrifice; this is more than enough.
I hate my life but I hate it even more when I see others hate theirs too
I'm suicidal but it kills me when I see other ppl die because of what they have been through
I like being angry but I can’t stand when someone gets mad too
You don’t know why I am mad and to judge me you should have proof
There’s no evidence of this image that we represent
We’re put through hell and expected to be heaven-sent
Everything were taught to believe
Only the opposite we see
Is it wrong if we try to be free
By giving in and forgetting the goal were supposed to achieve?
Should I pick my wants over my needs?
Even though
I know
It’s about the long run and how far we can go
Then we'll have plenty of time to do as we please
But what do i do about this anger and confusion
It’s given me an afflictive rush like a drug you'd be using
So I don’t know which side I'll be choosing
And it sucks because I'm so sucked up
Either way I won’t know when, where and what I’ll be losing
But one thing I'll remember for sure is what I started
I'll never forget the end, of my beginning and how it all departed
I’ll remember the burden on my back that was so big i knelt
I won’t forget the pain my knees felt
Would there be more pain with my strain if I fell?
Or would it hurt to ascend from the end and once again
Trust myself?
There are many of our friends and families who are no longer with us this day
So in the name of Jesus for them we will pray
We reach towards the hands of God, the Lord and master of our lives
We worship Him and praise Him in His son's name, The Lord Jesus Christ
We look up to His face, we look up to His eyes
We honor HIm today, we glorify Him who lives up high
How excellent Is your name oh Lord down here on earth
We magnify your presence, we place you first
We stand before you today oh Lord In the Need of Prayer
We come to you oh Lord as adopted sons and daughters
Exalting your name like all good children ought of
An whenever the seasons of life happen to intercede
We come to you Father God with our hands stretched out in need
We trust in you completely and thank you for all that you have done
Our hands in supplications because of the sacrifice of your son
Forgive us for our guilty feelings, our doubts and all of our fears
Remove the iniquity form our hearts, a burden we no longer wish to bear
We stand before you once again oh Lord In the Need of Prayer
Let your son's blood cover us and give us the breath of life
In the name of Jesus, the Kingdom that is Christ
Who died for our wholeness, who died for our sins
We thank you for the salvation and to be back in your good graces once again
By the covenant of the blood that was shed on Mount Calvary
On the crown and on the cross for all humanity to see
We stand before you this day oh Lord in the Need of Prayer
Just because my mother died
I have no one to care for me
And just because my father died
there is no one to look after me
Just because my parents died
everyone thinks am a burden
Just because my mother died
i had to become a street child
And just because my father died
i have to fetch my own food
Just because my parents died
i have to live a life of scorn at the streets
Just because my mother died
i cant find a wife myself
And just my father died
i cant become a father myself
Just because my parents died
i live a poor street life
Just because my parents died
which was not my choice nor theirs
i lost my life
and i lost my hope
All these because my parents died.
Somewhere, way out there
I know of souls who grapple
With the Big Questions
The ones I only hear echos of.
Here on Earth, in my little nest,
I play parlor tricks of the mind
Looking for emptiness
And finding it winking back
As everything and everyone.
But I don’t fool myself
Into thinking it is significant
Or somehow adds anything
To what a single human
Can and does do to further the whole.
Meanwhile there are souls I know
Struggling with their embodiment
The tenuous hold
Of dust swirling around spirit
A cyclone with such a center.
And it is to these rare beings
Although they may curse the burden
That the gifts of fecundity
Have been heaped.
Somewhere out there
I know of great souls
Who grapple with the Big Questions
Not because they want to
But because they must.
And in my own humble way
I wish them well
And lend them strength
As the dust settles
To be only, always, this.
(2/27/25)
Tony
A friend phoned me one evening spilling out despair
his life was such a burden he wanted to end it there,
we discussed the consequences for he knew I’d seen a lot
of the souls who travelled that way when they too had lost the plot.
Though we talked for hours and hours I could hear it in his voice
that his life was nearly over as he felt he had no choice,
in despair I told him everything I’d met along the way
about souls who’d been abandoned and still lost until this day.
There was no way I could help him for his problems were too great,
he decided that to cure them was to be his final fate.
His wife found him two weeks later hanging, strangled by his tie,
and forever I‘ll be asking... did he really have to die?
Now this man was loved by colleagues but he had a troubled life
caused by comfort in a bottle and the stress of family life.
There is nothing that I told him that could even let him see
that the hell that he would enter would not let his soul be free.
Now when I think of Tony I wish him nought but well
and I hope that he has managed to release himself from hell
for he was a friend and colleague that I failed to help that day
even though I’d tried to warn him of the price he’d have to pay.
Ivor G Davies