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Joy To the Childs of God and Any Seeking

1 Peter 1 7-9

These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,
For you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.




For this is available in this moment when God dwells within, we are walking in death until the seed of Jesus is resurrected within one to mold and purify one into a Child of God. : )


Life Is What You Make It

Birth, the life of dreams now comes to town
as parents gain the title as a crown
The dream, the thought, success for mothers child
as both the parents plan the future wild

It's college, love, success the parents dream
in dreams you see your child as a queen
the king of all your future thoughts and schemes
The hero and the knights of tables round

Yet life is not as easy as it seems
sometime the parents drink and fight and scream
sometimes the battles lost and love is gone
sometimes the childs dark night linger on

Yet many are the hurdles that we climb
life the battle sometimes overcome
When you believe that you can climb each rung
When you believe that you are number one

when you believe that you can plan each day
to build the steps that help you grow and play
A young girl living on the city streets 
believed that she could do it in her sleep

She crept her way through college 
studied in the hall way doors
she build a better future living
in the streets of londons poor

believe that you can do it
you the king of your success 
believe that you can do it
never beaten down by death.
Form: Rhyme

Infliction - Violence On Children

Please let me out, I will not do it again, please, please, I am scared, I am scared, please, sorry, sorry, sorry, there are demons, rats, cockroaches, ghosts, I will not do it again, I am really  scared,Bang, bang, thud, thud...

They locked me up in attic without light. I kept banging the door really scared but no one came...

Punishment for mistake I had done.
they were heartless ; my parents.

My mother took a safety pin and pricked me again and again...

My hands held tightly, she burnt it with hot spatula straight from gas!

I was beaten with iron rod, whipped with belt!

One of these repeated for every mistake done!

I hated my parents was perpectually scared...

One day I ran away
someone promised me a job
relative saw me 
back home they beat me black and blue 

After that I gave up I accepted my fate
"what is the maximum anybody can do? beating? After few days pain will go away."

I stole money from my house drank liquor, smoked, had girlfriends.
I was sad, depressed
All I wanted was some love and praise and happiness!

They told me it is for your good. We want you to be perfect. 
Perfection at what cost? 
For ego gratification and future money?
What about my feelings? My happiness?

One day after I grew up, I did ask them

Why you hurt me again and again?
Are you really my parents?
How can parents inflict pain their own blood?
Where was the love care and compassion gone? 

Parents are  to be epitome of love and guidance, 
solace for mind,
one who ease away childs worries and tensions
You never did that for me. 
You only gave me pain.

Now that you are weak and old, shall I give the same treatment to you?
I can also find many clumsy reasons like you.
Shall I do it?
Answer me?
ANSWER ME!

They were speechless! Didn't know what to say. 
How can anyone justify such acts.?
That day they cried like small babies.

I told them,
"Don't worry I won't do it.
I know how much suffering it brings.
I am human and I don't want to sin."

Even now all alone, I  often cry from inside thinking of helpless kids like me.

Date: 8/8/2020
2nd position

Shipmate

In a 40 tonne steal vessel
You'd think your safe
But the waves are hassle 
Higher than the empire state
Tossing us around,
Like a childs play thing 
Up high then suddenly down
Left to right like a swing
Hanging on to a table
With my head full of lumps
Not feeling very stable
Getting battered by loose junk
I want to go home now
It's been long enough
I'm cold, scared and half drowned 
Seawater covering all of us
 Never change your ships name
Was a scream I heard
The captains to blame
The oceans proving the curse
I'm too young to die
And not in this way
I cannot tell a lie
Save me i pray
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Childs Silent Inflictions

A wafting thunder down deep with lost fragments of heart
Ponderous and measuring, abandoned deep in the dark
Nourishment degraded decaying love forever lost
Damaged limb from limb life’s lonely bitter cost

Taken by chase, a dragon’s breath allure
Once innocent and sweet but no longer pure
Absent loyalty unseats, the flame now takes hold
This deadly flash of the tail, presently big and so bold

Knowledge and wisdom now consumed by the beast
A child yearning for freedom and life’s final feast
Overlooked and neglected this youth now confined
Silently lost in the shuffle, a writ left unsigned

August 11, 2020
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Creation Is In the Hands of God

a destructive world is,
a children hands of god
god destructive world is,
a childs destructive world
a childs world is a childs,
destructive world
the hand of destructive is,

the hand of god
creation is a destructive,
hand of creation
creation is gods destructive hand
creation is a childs destructive world
gods child is gods creation
gods child is gods destructive world

gods hand is a childs hand
gods hand is a childs hand of destructive
children is children of creation
children is children of a destructive world
gods children is gods destructive world
gods children is gods creation
gods hand is gods creation

Lost and Found

Along time ago i felt lost. 
My life was like walking into fog. 
Misfortune.
I felt as tho god hated me, 
to have my childhood taken from me. 
Like a teen trapped in a nightmare.
Those nightmares you never wish on anyone,
 but yet you felt as tho you had to walk through it alone. 
Its our secret my sweet little one, 
tho i knew at that age it was wrong but to hard to speck up.
 I think thats where i knew god didnt care for me, 
falling into deep depression as a teen.
 Is a big warning sign,
 it was telling people something was very wrong.
 But i was labled a problem child.
 Bursts of angry and tears, many temps of suicide.
 Night terrors creeped into my room at night,
Beauitful dreams became dark, 
with sudden flashes of my teen life. 
Its been 15 years since that day.
 I grew stronger more wiser. 
I now know god loves me, 
hes giving me the strength to pick myself of the ground. Where i once laid. But the demon still lives deep inside me, 
its the thing that stops me from happiness.
 From smiling, it just keeps me crying. 
But god sent me an angel to help, he smiles and brightens my darkest days. 
He hugs me and washs away my pain, he laughs and i see myself laughing along with him. He is the sun in my home, the most natural thing that can beat a bad life is a childs love.
Form:

A Childs Cry

laying in bed looking up at the ceiling 
my eyes got blurry, and my head started reeling. 
I saw a vision start to take form 
of a child who was unborn. 
this child was in the womb of its mother 
being fed by the tube to give it life. 
he turned and looked straight at me 
and its eyes were as big as can be. 
he raised his small little hand 
and signaled me to look inside. 
it was something that he could not hide. 
the vision came closer to me 
just so that I could see. 
I saw the pain that this child was in 
because his mother was 
thinking to abort 
and for the last two months he had fought. 
all the features that GOD was creating 
was thought by the mother 
of becoming belated. 
this young mother was under peer pressure 
to take this Childs life 
and it did not matter if it was wrong or right. 
this young child was screaming at me 
'how could they let this be' 
I am life given by the lord 
why would she want to abort. 
tell her to give me a chance 
so that I could live in the warmth 
of her arms, and fill her heart with joy. 
it would matter not, if I’m a girl or a boy. 
can't she feel me, and see me 
in her dreams at night 
and that I’m in a perilous fight. 
I want to live just like she 
there is nothing wrong with me. 
the vision started to fade away 
and in my heart, I started to pray 
let this child live another day 
and from this woman the pain to go away. 
LIFE IS SACRED, DON'T THROW IT AWAY 
IF YOUR MOTHER THOUGHT LIKE YOU 
YOU WOULDN’T BE HERE TODAY.
Louis rams
© Louis Rams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member An Unexpected Visitor - the Narrative Style

~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)



It was very early in the morning when I was just having 

What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself

And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by

Since another year had come and left again here  in Fairyland.

It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time

Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not 

Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.


I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey 

When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door

Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin

My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been 

Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello

And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me

Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.


This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea 

With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.

I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and

Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have 

A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more 

Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of

Having my very good company and having a good conversation

With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.


So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served 

Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned

To face me and started to share with me many  things that have

Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was 

More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all

Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little

Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked

Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in

Deep into one of his shirt  pockets and gently brought out ...



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016


October.08.2016


~ Authors Notes:

To be continued in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2.  :))

Childs Play

That moment
That perfect moment
Where time became eternal
I saw
I opened my blinded eyes and saw
The expanse of your soul

To reword
To match time stricken words to an eternal glimpse
Absurd

So, I write
I write without reason
Flowing with the ink blotting the page

I ran
I ran around - all around
Into darkened corners and wounded places
I knocked down fortified walls
Cleaned up forgotten issues
Dressed open lacerations
With my arsenal of 
		WORDS
			I SPOKE

I sang
I hummed
I belted out notes from the depths of my soul
I lit you up
And I giggled as I watched you shine
You skipped with glee at the sight of
		ME?





I tried
Oh how I tried
To climb out and walk away
I yelled - I cannot be here -
You belong to another
But you offered me no ladder
So…I…
		Stayed

I played
I played with words
Rearranging, inventing, creating
New ways to express…love
It was ok
I mean…I was just playing…with love
Not your
		Marriage

One day
One beaconing reckoning day
She saw your light steps
Almost dancing with your secret
Play with love in words
With me - not her-
		The invader

You didn’t withhold 
But you didn’t invite either
I gave her my words too
She read, fed, and bled
I stood still
In awe of my
		Words






I rewrote
I rewrote them again and again
But she couldn’t play
Fear had bound her soul
Some of my words reached her
Then, she decided
To kick me
		OUT

She expelled me from hers
And expunged me from yours
She tried to push me far away
I stood in silence and
	     ~ grieved ~

Your lighted steps 
Became a plod
Her concern
Entered into rage
I put myself
To rest
		In my Savior’s arms

Written by Trudy Schrader on 7-6-10

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