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Looking at this world humanly speaking
from the perspective of no real future
thinking that this earth can't continue
knowing no remedy so no cure
Think of living without any religion
no knowledge of truth to depend upon
you have absolutely nothing out there
not knowing so life's good as gone
You've no knowledge of tomorrow
nothing stares you in the face
looking through your window frame
blocked your sight you've got no place
Seeing deep inside look for a road
any route will do better than nothing
taking you to where you don't know what
nothing is there not even something
Vacant is your only look
unknown nothing empty so unreal
this is fear to grip unmoveable
nowhere to see just to fear
God gave me more than I deserve
He gave me a good Mother
Someone I could always depend upon
While so many others
Go without a Mother’s love
God gave me eyes to see the best
Instead of just the sadness
He whispered hope into my heart
While some seem intent
On listening to the worst thoughts
God gave me laughter to spark
Compassion and blessedness
Feelings sought by most I see
While I feel them always
With my prayers and my praise
God gave me silent dreams
Joy beyond my belief
Faith that conquers most fears
While leaving me certain
That my love will always overcome
God gave me shadows of light
Inspiration to ignite
Breathless poetry and prose
While psalms seem to flow
From the warmth of my very soul
God gave me more than most
And I don’t understand why
Some struggle and fight
While I sail through on songs
Written by my Savior’s calling
God gave me – Me
In spite of my failure to see
Just why I have it so easy
While others face trials and grief
That I somehow mostly avoid with peace
God gave me – Me
Rich in hope and faith
Filled with kindness and grace
Alive with a fire that rages
Coloring my spirit in hues of sweet love
God gave me – Me
And I value this gift He blessed me with
Because without Me where would I be
While others discover their own way
I find God is leading me when I pray
'His Love'.....is a Love we can Depend upon, it feels good to know this, Amen.
Feels so good to be Loved by You…
faith’s mirror reflects ‘us’ in its view.
Awesome You! …whereby before my birth…
I was prepared for days of sharpened tines
Ere, now in the midst of storms unfold…
You...use..the gale to ring hope chimes
Even the tides that will surely rise
are duly subject to Your command…
Yea, as they surge and break upon me…
because of You…somehow, I’ll stand
There’s pleasure in reading Your letters…
ardent with yearned warmth and fare
Through Your Word…I am taught…
You are Greater than onslaught’s jeer
More than I ever imagined I could
I cling to the promise of seeing Your face…
When in that hour of Destined Glory
You escort me…to that Eternal Place
As partaker of Calvary’s Redeeming Stew…
O God, feels 'so' good to be…Loved by You!
Galatians 2:20, Jhn 3:16, Jer 31:3
copyright; jmsbell-7/15/21
It was a dilemma, like choosing betwixt fig and plum,
It's not, like the devil and the deep sea, to overcome;
It's a task of reestablishing my relationship -
A fast friendship that got shattered, of late, like a wrecked ship...!
It was, indeed, like a mountain saddle, so deep and wide,
An undying love, like a gem treasure, in it, does hide;
A small step toward his home, though tough to take, is enough,
Our outer silence could not bridle our inner heart cuff...!
When the crack of our house widens, don't we repair it, yet?
I could not stitch the tear in time, won't; yet, now it will set?
It's ego, like a dog in a stable, playing peril,
My pride in its prime, shines like a polished chrysoberyl...!
Has my friendship been fashioned on a strong rock, I wonder,
That could withstand disturbances of breaking asunder?
If only I could depend upon it like my heartbeat,
I could have, by this time, earnestly fallen on his feet...!
Yet, if only I could find him taking a step, slowly,
My zeal, like milk at boiling point, could have brim-filled wholly;
Now, my initiatives, till the times take their own time,
Like seeds in the womb of the earth, will shift the paradigm...!!!
31 March 2023
Where were you
when I was down
And needed you
to lend me a hand?
Where were you
when I was weak
And needed to
lean onto you?
Where were you
when I was lonely
And needed you
to be by my side?
Where were you
when I was beset
with doubts and fears
And needed you
to comfort me?
I was ditched like
the old yard furniture;
And I promised then,
I'll be back!
Now I have come to
depend upon myself
And need you no more.
Now I stand alone --
Firm and bold,
Redoubtable,
Resolute;
Fight I have to
And fight I will.
In struggle is life,
And to hell with
lucks and chances!
Honestly lately, there is too much going on
Hurting everyone by those who choose to be a con
There’s too much going on, in so many ways
Weighing on people’s hearts all of these days
Breaking us down, worrying minds, splintering souls
Finding emptiness as the normalcy goes
All wrapped up in this turmoil that rolls
I can say, roll with the punches, but that’s not easy to do
We must face truth, unite and love each other too
We must keep our minds on pleasant things around as well
And be grateful for whatever we have, wherever we dwell
We must have patience with our daily routine
And of course avoid those acting out being mean
Where the light shines, is your place to relish
Never stop hoping and hold onto every single wish
In these times, there is certainly too much going on
But this day we have to live is ours to depend upon
And this day is your day to live, breathe, your day to be
All that makes you who you are, with happiness for others to see
Heidi Sands
5/26/22
No standard definition or measure for love,
No specific age for intense emotions in a heart,
Feelings so tender as innocent as dove,
Yet can shake up and tear apart!
Could know only when I grew a little old,
Still not far away from feelings of youth,
My hair wore a shine of knowledgeable gold,
Who can deny me tranquility, now my truth !
Comprehend and evaluate, was I out of my mind ?
Had I found the reason of my starving soul ?
Spiritual being was getting a constant grind,
Strange empty life, was intellect the only goal ?
I did it my way, irrespective of degree of an age,
Soulful, it didn't depend upon the bodily cage !!
Sonnet - abab, cdcd, efef, gg
Written on 12/6/14
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Contest- I did it my way
Fire Escape Dreamers
They see only what they need
That desire to see beyond
The heat and squalor
The effrontery to our species' senses
The sentient beings whose 2nd bedroom
Remains the fire escape
How haunting
The mangy dog sniffing the gutter below
Ribs needing something besides vanishing hair
To protect his fragile existence
His pride long gone
Like the optimistic glow of a downtrodden eye
Slowly closing in the darkness of lost hope
Yet
Somehow
The animal survives
Knows no towel to throw
Not ropes to hang upon
No round bell of ending to depend upon
We contemplate
High above
TV antennae sway precariously
Moon's glow the spotlight
This era of cable
Beyond reach
HD a dream
Rabbit ears struggling to survive
Yet another era of poverty
For such mutual survivors
Resting on window sills
Splayed on cast iron escapes
Atop pillow and laundry
The square screen offering fantasy survival
Providing dreams in the bed of hope
Even though void of reality
So innocent
They survive greed's harsh weapons
Enduring further nights of longing
Endemic to Manhattan's perpetual struggle
Syria's
Athens'
Perhaps even tomorrow's Kenya
When does the glad hand of deception disappear
The reach of power's greed meet its end?
To talk
To negotiate
To be human
Some believe
Remains futility's endowment
Never perhaps an epiphanous platform
But fire escapes around the world
Will always afford relief for the moment
Trusting someday
There will be
No need
For such painful dreaming
I’m done with co-dependence or so I say
I’ve burnt so many effigies for others
I’m the giver in my codependency
The taker burns all my oxygen
She used to grant just a puff to breathe
Her flame used to light up this scarecrow
Marvel at how a selfless breath ignites
Like burning man sweating gasoline
This burning man has to stop combustion
Radical self-expression must break it
The man who is a caretaker but for himself
The taker who needs others to care
Both with a hole in their chest
Born from a childhood interrupted
Stop running around looking for a match
Perhaps the match won’t look for straws
The giver parents others but not himself
The taker remains a hungry child
Only unconditional love will quiet children
Both with gaping mouths unfed a lifetime
Only love will feed their hunger
Stop the semaphore crying SOS
Stop fulfilling others when empty
Stop selling my heart for pennies
I am a beacon for the takers
I now cover my lighthouse
I could say light does not draw moths
But they see the sun through my hole
I hunger for someone’s cork
I wait for a blackout from a storm
That would be running from my post
Effigies tell me abandonment does no good
I could say that I’m done burning my Man
Co-dependence is natural as survival
Parasitic or symbiotic is the key to life
The best is mutualism for both parties
If parameciums can do it with algae
Why can’t I be fit to exist?
I’ll hide this giving heart
Till I find one worthy to depend upon
Desperate Escapes
By Odin Roark
They see only what they need,
That desire to see beyond
The heat and squalor,
The effrontery to their species' senses,
These sentient beings whose 2nd bedroom
Remains the fire escape.
How haunting
The mangy dog sniffing the gutter below,
Ribs needing something besides vanishing hair
To protect his fragile existence,
His pride long gone
Like the optimistic glow of a downtrodden eye
Slowly closing in the darkness of lost hope.
Yet…
Somehow the animal survives,
Knows no ring-of-battle towel to throw,
Not ropes to hang upon,
No round bell of ending to depend upon.
We contemplate…
High above TV antennae sway precariously,
Moon's glow the spotlight,
This era of cable
Beyond reach,
HD a dream for many,
Rabbit ears struggling to survive
Yet another era of poverty.
For such mutual survivors,
Resting on window sills,
Splayed on cast iron escapes
Atop pillow and laundry,
The square screen offers fantasy survival,
Providing dreams in the bed-of-hope
Even though void of reality,
Their innocence clinging,
They survive greed's harsh weapons,
Enduring further nights of longing,
Endemic to cookie-cutter imitations
A grandiose Manhattan perpetual struggle,
Syria's,
Athens',
Perhaps even tomorrow's utopia.
When does the glad hand of deception disappear
The reach of power's greed meet its end?
To talk,
To negotiate,
To be human,
Some believe
Remains futility's endowment.
Never perhaps an epiphanies’ platform,
But fire escapes, stairwells and rooftops around the world
Will always afford relief for the moment,
Trusting someday
There will be
No need
For such painful dreaming…
Such desperate escapes.