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Gathering the words.
Hunting down every lost belief.
Waking the Storm to deliver me from hidden things.
Avoiding death by riding the clouds with King Jesus.
Smash into the signs counting down times.
Last time to dance with emotion.
Running the last leg of the quest.
Inviting escape before his season of wrath.
Jacobs trouble is near and I am not afraid.
Trusting in God my God Jesus to rescue me and those I love.
Gems of mighty value hidden from creation above the sky.
Electing to love those I love without conditions.
Choosing to be Love itself without reservation.
Under stress under heat under isolation.
Lighting the oceans with flames of imagination.
Under darkness Under lonenly nights Under fear and pain.
I set my troubles to the Lord to help me feel free.
Love Kami, Love Stephanie, Love Elisa, Love Brian, Love Danny, Love mom, Love Andrea, Love Brenda, Love Edwin, Love Jamil, Love Anwar, Love Mellisa, Love Sam, Love Karisma, Love Kaley. Love Dad, Love grandma, Love Czechia, Love America, Love Chicago, Love Canada, Love Mexico, Love Africa, Love Israel, Love Palestine, Love Syria, Love Lebanon, Love India, Love Iran, Love Ukraine, Love Russia, Love Iraq, Love South Africa, Love Japan, Love China, Love South Korea, Love North Korea, Love the UK, Love Ireland. Love Pakastan, Love France, Love Wales, Love Scotland, Love Germany, Love Italy, Love the Pope Leo, Love Trump, Love my enemies. Love the Saints. Love This World, Love The Lost, Love the condemned. Love the outcasts, Love the sinners, I do not Love the Sin. I do Not Love The Devil who has rebelled from Jesus and Our Father who is in Heaven. Love My Father in Heaven. Love Jesus, Love the Holy Spirit. I Love Myself, I Love Kami, I Love You too. I do not love death. I do not love destruction. I do not love Sin. I love the Sinner and I hope they repent and Turn to Jesus and Trust in Jesus for Salvation. Only way to Be saved is if You Trust in Jesus.
HOLLOW MAN
from silence spoke the hollow sound
of rushing tears, the back of my sleeve
damp
waving goodbye to the darkness one more
time, my mind screaming for it to just stop
a room filled with India rubber bouncing balls
ricocheting madly from when I was a young
boy
pledging allegiance, then gaily marching against
the war, chanting peace now! peace now!
as fistfights broke out in my head
the cooling murmur of a spring creek,
deep in the forest, where no one could find me
counting the flashing trout, unaware of life before
the blue star, now a welcome sight to everyone
who agrees
......everyone
who agrees
Box
One Christmas I got a box of six clocks
Shock sent my heart all flippity-flops
Now I am watching time
Going out of my mind
To find some sleep I keep counting tick-tocks.
Though I'm always grateful for a gift box
I asked my friend, why a box of six clocks
She said so I'd have time
To write poems that rhyme
And still have time to scoff a box of chocs.
A poetry addict I admit it
With chocolate I'm over the limit
But a gift of six clocks
Just does not tick my box
Not for a day an hour or a minute.
*+*+*
27th April 2023
Writing Challenge - Words with 'X' - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word choice - Box no. 5
Day One
The bomb when it fell sent the planet to hell
With unrestrained retaliation
The damage was done and the end had begun
With no hope of human salvation
I woke with a scream from that God awful dream
And took my wife into my arms
My thoughts were of lust but she crumbled to dust
And she didn’t respond to my charms
_____
Week Two
The landscape is stark for the ash cloud is dark
And the grass doesn’t grow any more
Few creatures can feast since the fire from the east
Made nothing as good as before
Then came acid rain, that again and again
Burned our skin til it was raw
But if there’s an upside, we now can go outside
The rain doesn’t burn anymore
_____
Year Three
The sidewalks I walked, where good neighbours talked
Are tangled with undergrowth, new
Those neighbours are gone but the heat lingers on
In an atmosphere no longer blue
The place that we once called ‘The city’
Is now thick with ferns, shrubs and trees
As I made a sound, a deer stood its ground
For nowadays no beast ever flees
From what I can see, he eats better than me
My nutrition comes out of a can
This jungle now covers this land, sea to sea
And nothing is scared of a man
_____
Year Ten
Surviving the blast gave the old man a laugh
Until the the Big C hit his bones
His loss has cut Earth’s population in half
I buried him with the unknowns
So now I’m the one to relate what was done
And document how man survived
An earnest presumption that soon came unspun
Ash shadows cannot be revived
_____
Year Twenty
Who might have guessed that the jabs in my chest
Would go unattended by drugs
My diet, I guess, would never impress
As I eat mostly baked beans and bugs
_____
Year — who’s counting?
So, this has been me; last man standing
My journey and journal now done
I leave this world to its rebranding
A process that’s long since begun
It seems I’ve been less than observant
For with these last breaths I have seen
That I, the last human, shall bid my farewell
To a new world that’s vibrant and green
The day I'll never forget back to heaven you were sent.
Counting days and counting down time every day that certain day weighs heavily on my mind.
Each day that I have spent drowning in rivers of only ifs,
I see these images in my mind that roughins the edges and then leaves me crying.
Down my cheek they soon went, oh the countless hours that I have spent.
Every word you ever spoke especially the ones that gave me hope,
ringing loud in my ear are each word you spoke that was sincere.
Time and time again you would say "get off the dope baby that s*** don't pay" "you're going to regret this one day" Right down to every expression on your face, when you were proud, when you were hurt, when we'd go driving on the outskirts.
Whether it was a lesson or advice you was a hard-working father always willing to sacrifice everything you had and always sufficed.
Regret hasn't been for only one day but for days and many years to come since you've been away.
It's like I'm paying the ultimate price oh how I'm desperately needing and seeking for your advice.
Words can never truly explain the misery nor the pain, from this year of grief and dismay, it feels like a lifetime that you've gone away
Visual 1
Earth does ballet to stay in shape
dancing before the rubbernecking moon
that chases us around the sun
making waves in oceans like our emotions
…for an obnoxious pet.
Mars and Venus are anxious lovers
who can’t cuddle in their king sized bed
because restless Earth sprawls wide between them
constantly turning, warm and feverish.
...but not like Mercury.
Mercury has cancer and a great tan from all the sun.
Puerile asteroids caper about the solar system
giggling and sharing jokes with the big galoot--
Jupiter is stupid, but loves a hearty laugh.
Poop and fart jokes are favorites
…Jupiter is always gassy.
Saturn is too discerning for such unrefined buffoonery.
She’s the hula hoop queen
…4.5 billion years and counting.
Loved by all, but secretly engaged.
Mopey, woebegone Uranus wears the other ring.
On their first date Saturn was pretty in pink and
Uranus smelled awful
…Jupiter loves that joke.
Still, nobody stirs up trouble like Neptune who
takes a three-pronged approach to everything
and made Pluto cry with news of adoption.
Since then, Pluto has grown
…quite distant.
All the while, the sun smiles a contented smile...
...and looks on.
05/28/15
Submission for Lexi's Art Contest
Hosted by: Mystic Rose
He runs to another world to seek comfort for his weeping soul
He cannot find a place to hide except inside the oracle of his mind
The world is getting too large for him and he cannot find a place to live
The streets are bare and empty and the lamp posts are dangling in the wind and something tells him that heaven is watching and the mountains are listening
He traveled from the Middle East to appease his mind but the thoughts he entertained are sometimes strong enough to drive him insane and when the music starts to play courage stands up right in his way and his spirit began to sing. How much I have tried desperately to help him but he continue to follow his own foolish ways and my heart began to pound with a profound message from the sky with a choice for him to live or die.
Sometimes I watched him goes off into a daze as if he had a mission
to travel in space and I watched him relive the moment, gliding like a missile through the clouds and his purpose kept steadfast to the ground and he locked inside a world that is reserved for the dead and a pillow of clouds stand up exactly over his head. It is a strange world that is spinning around in his head. it is the world that deprived him of his daily bread.
The world beneath the ground is cold empty and brown
The corners are sealed and the middle is covered with a shield and its core is stuffed with seeds, I can hear the daily counting and shouting and the barrows around the ant nest will take you into the inner depth
Just follow the lines wherever it leads and you will find his world
Wrapped up in a seal.
My friend said, “Happy Birthing Day!”
I couldn’t help but grin
Because this marks the date in which
My son’s life did begin.
Some memories leap out at me –
I know just what I wore
And the way I woke my brother
As we headed out the door.
He had come to visit, hoping
He’d be there to celebrate
The arrival of his nephew
And he’d not have long to wait.
But before we left, I tapped him
Saying we did not have long.
We were headed to the hospital.
He yelled, “Oh no, what’s wrong?”
“I’m just going to have a baby!”
Then we laughed, for as he woke
He’d entirely forgotten;
It became a family joke.
Hours later we would welcome
To this world our baby boy
Who has, through the years and counting,
Brought a lifetime filled with joy.
There’s a child who is indeed very blest
Showing high fives gladly with thankful zest
Using sign language to speak
Laughing loud as he does shriek
To say “Praise God*, King of kings, the Highest!”
There’s a boy who tries hard to exercise
He prays to the Lord so that he can rise
Reaching upward to the sky
Feeling he can truly fly
Along his wheel chair prize of no surprise.
There’s a girl who thanks God for her two hands
Allowing her well to play rubber bands
Left and right to make strong knots
While counting boxes of dots
Forgetting to fix her pretty hair strands.
There’s a lad who always plays with delight
While his pets stay asleep in broad day light
Enjoying their rest so sweet
Unmindful of birds that tweet
Since the Almighty protects; and that’s right.
*Psalm 150:1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power.
December 2, 2022
4th place, "Children's Limericks" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 12/3/2022.
Holiday Phone Calls,
Bah Humbug!
Written: by Tom Wright
12/3/2014
“Out of area” our machine’s voice did say,
Or “800 SVC” announced in her special way.
The screen displays names I seldom know,
Oft times some politician just wanting to blow;
A Sheriff or Fire fighter who’s group needs cash,
Or John 3:16 in need of food for their stash;
It’s the U.S.O.C. and can we count on you,
And the NRA still needs my instant help too.
Even my OU Sooners get a little of the pie,
St Jude’s and The Shriner’s are hoping I don’t die.
The Children’s Cancer group on me is counting,
Quickly pointing out, research cost, is mounting.
Seems the Wounded Warrior’s needs help again,
And can you help our PAC without much strain.
The American Diabetes Assn. does good work,
I can seldom say no; does this make me a jerk?
The American Cancer Society I’ve known some time,
Not helping this worthy cause would border a crime.
All calls I now screen, block, or others just slumber,
Some call me back from a different 800 number.
As for do not call lists I’ve naught but contempt,
Because those helped and politicians are now exempt.
They sell my name to others earning more dough,
While I sit watching my unwanted call list grow;
All these seem tied to a good and noble cause,
But fat with a beard don’t make me Santa Claus.
*A few times daily the machine just announces city & state
From which the call originates,
And my thinking is, leave a message or we won’t talk.
I’ve been told on more than one occasion
“Boy you’re sure a hard man to get hold of”
To which I reply, that’s because I don’t want to be gotten hold of;
Consider yourself lucky today.
Tom