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Resting my thoughts, I look unto Thee
Your peace flows divine
Resting my fears, I can clearly see
My ways, You align
Resting my worries into Thy care
All I need is trust
Resting my sorrows, I say a pray'r
Faith in You is must
Resting my mind, for You see my thoughts
Know me inside out
Resting my plans, for You call the shots
Remove any doubt
Resting, I know You are my Maker
You're the true Shepherd
Knowing You're not a promise breaker
Resting in Your Word
Resting in Your love, I find healing
No scars, I'm made whole
Resting under Your wings, I'm feeling
Rested in my soul.
8th December 2022
For Unseeking Seeker's "Thought Rested Awareness" contest
The Eagle, the Dove or the Turkey: Which Bird?
In January 1784 Benjamin Franklin said,
That “The bald eagle…[was] of bad moral character”;
Called him poor, lousy and a thief, validated the turkey,
Which, he said, was “a true original native of America."
Although the turkey’s eaten at Thanksgiving,
And every American should appreciate their life,
It’s beginning to be enjoyed at Christmas time,
About which some religions don't give a hoot, and are not acting.
The dove traditionally signs for peace,
And forever will, all things being said,
And although America is a superpower,
It is not to me, and never will be, the world’s head.
Even though Russia just now is playing with power,
And America may be valid as interacting with it,
The United Nations for me is the force,
To call the shots for how governments should sit.
To me, America, stands for all people,
Any person can emigrate and find a life,
Because its weak and vulnerable are nurtured,
To get a challenge out of strife.
The bald eagle for me, with its wide and large nest,
Should be the symbol of America, with its Great Seal approval,
Because it says to me just anyone has stance,
By that pure white head which its brown body does enhance.
He's not over it,,I hear from all sides,
Hoping to get answers from other people's eyes,
I won't budge, I won't move,
I refuse to allow him to repeat his abuse,
He'll get over it eventually and hopefully move on,
His stubborn act will subside once I'm gone,
He is the trigger, but I'll call the shots,
Now he's empty handed, because I threw out his darts,
No sport left in his game, nothing to play,
Like a child, he pouts, please come back again,
I don't think so,,,,his game is over,
It would take alot of undoing, he'll have to scare himself sober,
Too many find humor in his rotten behavior,
They feed off his insecurities and keep him unstable,
He tries his hardest to pull me back in,
And I pull away, because that's not who I am,
In a drunken state, he says I envy your heart,
I encouraged him over and over from the start,
You are just as beautiful, can't you see?,
Why do you say such rotten things?,
Why do you hide behind the ugly mask?,
And find joy in others pain, and make fun of their past,
Your heaping hot coals upon your own head,
I love you too much to allow you to lead me to death,
I can only say and do so much, yes, my heart is in pain,
I can love you wholeheartedly, but I can't make you change,
This is how you've chosen to be,
I'm so sorry, my old friend.....now let go of me.
Humanity is comprised of people of varying skin shades,
white, black, red, brown, olive, and yellow, to name a few.
And amongst every skin color, there are intelligent, stupid,
honest, deceitful, friendly, hateful, hopeful, and depressed people.
And yet, they all share one thing: they are human!
Strangely, we can't relate to one another, though we're all related.
Thus, we form tribes, not families,
but an exclusive circle of like-minded people!
Tribalism is a primal force, segregating people into groups,
like our people, their people, and those other people!
What is a country? It's merely a group of similarly-minded people;
who arm themselves and claim a piece of the Earth as theirs,
erecting invisible borders to keep others away.
People will always distrust people, because people can't be trusted!
Influential, powerful, wealthy, and shadowy people
call the shots; for they're unequivocally corrupt people!
People get ostracized for being different,
poor, lazy, discontented, and homeless:
the kind of people society considers disposable.
These distinctions include the old, young, frightened,
challenged, hungry, and oppressed people.
Political, deranged, delusional, religious, and unscrupulous people
all share one trait: they're loyal only to the tribe they identify with.
These conflicting tribes huddled behind their barbed-wire walls
will one day kill all the people, and thus, there will be no more people!
Two is company
Three a crowd
A and B call the shots
I'll C my way out
I've become a nuisance
With the key to their heart
A knee high fence
Setting them apart
They clear with ease
The top of my Hurdle
I'm just a disease
A bothersome girdle
I gave them a boy
Adopted their man
Then a girl brought joy
They don't understand
They dote on the first
A monster in training
I have been cursed
No need for explaining
A fantasy solution
There's no such thing
Entitlement, illusion
They'll continue to bring
Pick a seat, not a side
A quant little quote
The author was high
When he joyfully wrote
An invisible line
Heavy and thick
Clear to the blind
A blunt, jarring kick
I won't sugar coat
My pen speaks truth
Start building your moat
And digging your boot
Does the world revolve around you?
You bet they do
You are the most important person in the world
To you
And to God
Those are the two you need to aim
To please
If they are not happy
You are not happy
The world can come and please
But only you call the shots
What gets in you
And what comes out of you
You don’t need anyone
You are not an island
But you are not a city bus either
Let it be known
That you think and do what you want
And that is not someone’s business
They don’t own you
Speak for you
Or choose your world for you
You decide on how you see things
What it is that appeals to you
What you want to include in your world
Only you would know what it is
That is important to you
You want to make yourself happy
And not someone else first
Because in the end
If you don’t have it
You can’t give it
So take care of yourself
Fill it
Nourish it
Give it what it needs
To take care of you
And finally take care of others
Remember what goes in
Eventually come out
So be careful of what you put in
See
Allow
What you call yours
You don’t want just anything
Do you?
Or do you?
minute poem with nonsense words
Stretching, I might be four-foot-six
I've learned to fix
the wixumph jokes
of thoughtless blokes.
Some people are antriphinal -
not short on bull
"Peanut," they yell
"Who cracked your shell?
Perspecitus, 'tis a good word
When thoughts get blurred,
I watch them squirm
at each word worm.
When perspecitus meets wixumph,
I can triumph,
remaining bold -
mood quite controlled.
Vurshotimy! I call the shots,
connect the dots.
When chaps condemn,
toss words to them.
Two minutes with Peanut, no dice.
A little spice
'tworks well enough
to call their bluff.
“Pearl Diving” (Part 2)
Angel fish are pretty, but they’re boring that’s they’re lot
the Man O War is far too flashy, frivilous,
Octupi are too touchy feely always begging for the real thing way too early,
the Dolphins always laugh out loud, they’re overly boisterous show-offs
always trying to call the shots;
perhaps she’s best off lying in her Clamshell tight and small
for she is understanding now
the Clamshell has cast a spell o’er her
to stop all creatures in the deep from
hijacking her magic powers.
It’s comfortable and very warm, no need to leave her purse,
how could she leave what’s she’s only ever known behind;
better to sleep forever with the Clamshell as her nurse...
dream her dreams,
keep very still -
it couldn’t get much worse.
She’s shiny and she’s aged just right
the Clamshell protects her from the light,
she’s not a real jewel anymore
she’s a bottled up narcotic bright,
a little white pill zipped up in her hardened purse
to numb out all that sunken hurt.
He swims down to get a deeper look
the sunlight now dappling through the
hottest deepest lure of blue
thrashes his legs much harder now
to get the closest view.
He sees the sharks surrounding her
he checks his dorsal fin
he’s now become a predator
and she his treasure there within,
to somehow prize and shuck her
from her clammy milky mucous shell.
Such a beautiful sin he grinned and thought for a nano-second,
“Maybe I can win”.
Somewhere in the distance from the surface way up above,
he hears a mermaid call down to him, her silky voice enticing him,
her echolocation surrounding him,
through all those other fish making such a blasted bubbly din,
“It’s mine.” the voice whispers mysteriously in his ears, “ I’m playing this, it's mine, a life to win”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017)
"Aqualung", Morcheeba
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